End: Lois Lane Talks Supergirl Through Sexting

The phone chimed.

"Now she's asking for my passcode. It's a thing we set up, if one of us is being kidnapped or blackmailed."

"Honesty and communication is the basis of all good relationships," Lois Lane said.

The blonde was splayed out on her belly on the bed...no, not on the bed, but floating about an inch above it. Lois could see her little pink slit, wet and tempting. A part of her wondered whether she should feel jealous...but no. Supergirl and Batgirl were both nineteen. By their standards, Lois was an older woman...or maybe a big sister.

"Now she's asking if I've run into any kryptonite."

Lois smiled. "Ask her if she liked what she saw."

Tap tap tap.

"She said yes!" There was a kind of pathetic excitement in that voice.

"Ask her if she wants a closer look."

Unable to resist any longer, Lois reached over and ran a hand over that invisible ass. It was so warm, so soft...not a freckle or pimple on those soft white buttocks, just hard muscle and a little touch of baby fat to give it bounce. It was weird to think of this ass as invulnerable.

"She...she wants to know if I taste as good as I look," Supergirl's eyes were wrapt on her phone, a blush burning across her cheeks.

"Let's find out."

Stretching the cheeks out, Lois Lane bent forward and ran her tongue up Supergirl's slit. Kara gave a little gleep. In truth, Lois found the Kryptonian's pussy tart...sort of like lemon seltzer. Not bitter, but with a sort of pleasant acidic flavor.

"B-batgirl...wants to know...what I would do to her..." Kara said.

Lois shifted her hands. Used her thumbs to spread the young woman's labia. Wrapped her lips around her teeth and pulled gently.

Supergirl was panting as she typed.

"I...want...to taste...you." She spoke as she tapped. "Breathe in...your scent. Run my tongue up and down...your slit. Spread you wide...and...aah..."

The older woman's tongue delved into that tight slit. A pussy that could crush coal to diamonds, and it quivered at her touch. So sensitive, so fresh and clean...a part of Lois regretted that she had to share this pussy. But it was for the best. Supergirl deserved Batgirl.

"She's...she's coming. Here. To Metropolis. Can't text while driving, but..." Supergirl gulped. "Batgirl will be here in an hour."

"Sign off with a kiss," Lois said as she came up for air. "We're going to have to work quick to get a pussy-licking lesson in for your first date."

In the dark hours before dawn, a Caped Crusader would park her bike in the underground parking garage attached to the Daily Planet. Supergirl met her there, and greeted her with a kiss. Lois Lane, watching from a distance, wished them well. Blaze, in her lair, toyed with the wand stained with the Kryptonian's blood.

"I hope you enjoyed your night out, Lois Lane," the demon said to herself, as she carefully stuffed the bloody tool into a doll with a red cape, straw for hair, and blue buttons for eyes. "Because come the dawn, your precious Supergirl will find herself a puppet in my hands..."

But that is a different story.