Supergirl Calls Superman

Throughout Metropolis, dogs began to howl. At S.T.A.R.Labs, a scientist frowned as the readout on her ultrasonic detector suddenly spiked. Little did she know that her instruments were recording that rarest of tunes...the Kryptonian booty call...

Halfway across the world, Superman blew out a stream of super-cold breath, freezing the seawater to stabilize a collapsing glacier. He frowned to himself, wondering how even a Superman might fight global climate change...when he pricked up his ears and closed his eyes, focusing all of his attention on the ultra-faint but familiar voice.

Then his eyes widened. His mouth shrank into an "o" of surprise...and a grin split his features such as no-one had ever seen on the features of Superman, though it would have been familiar to every mother who had seen her son sneak away and suddenly discovered that her fresh box of kleenex had vanished into the air.

Then he was off, like a bird, like a plane...

Supergirl stopped humming. Lois unblocked her ears.

"I think we have a few minutes." The blonde maid of might said to Lois. "Should we...get ready?"

Lois stared at the young woman...and then realized that, of course, she was a virgin, or near enough.

"Let's clean up the apartment," she said. "Put clean sheets on the bed, rinse ourselves off, and when he gets here..."

Superman floated down, his toe touching the balcony of Lois Lane's apartment. How many times had he dreamed of this night? But never like this, never...both...at the same time.

He stepped inside. They were on the bed, nude. Even his heart could pause for a moment as he saw Lois Lane's hand resting so casually on his cousin's slim thigh. With a deliberate gesture of showmanship, Lois Lane's neck arched down and delicately took that pink nipple into her mouth, sucked gently...and a shivering moan went through Kara Zor-El's whole form.

"Lois...Kara..." Superman said when he could find voice. "I..."

The reporter slid her hand over to Supergirl's wet slit and spread the recently-defiled pussy, flashing its pink. Her other hand stole down between her own wantonly-spread legs, spreading her older but no less fresh and pink cunt. She could almost see his superhuman sense of smell working over time, a distinctive bulge pressing the front of his trousers.

She released the nipple.

"Superman, Supergirl has something she wants to say to you," the reporter said, barely able to contain her own excitement, but determined to play her part in the little drama.

"Kal," she said. "I...I like girls. But I know...our race..." She paused, started again. "I thought about it when...when I hit eighteen. But I was so scared about how you might react, and I knew you liked Lois and she liked you...and it turns out she likes me too! And..."

She bit her lip, and Lois wondered at the courage of this young woman, unafraid to battle with alien fleets and demons from hell, but now struggling to put into words her own desires.

"I want you to make love to us both!" Supergirl blurted, her face flushed with shame and desire.

Burning redness came to Superman's cheeks as well. Not for the first time, Lois wondered if he was a virgin too.

"Don't just stand there, Man of Steel," Lois said. "Or we'll just entertain ourselves."