Super Fast

The tips of Supergirl's fingers disappeared into a pink blur. The reporter had time to blink before they touched her clit. Then Lois screamed.

When Lois Lane had gotten her very first paycheck for her very first job, she had very carefully paid out the rent on her apartment, her utilities, budgeted out food for the next two weeks, and the splurged what was left for the most expensive, powerful Hitachi vibrating wand she could find. As a young woman, Lois had made do with quiet moments pressing her crotch against the washing machine, with the weak vibrating eggs that she had managed to buy without her sister finding out, but that was the first time she had a real, industrial-strength engine of cunt destruction at her disposal.

Like a ninny, she had clicked it onto the highest setting right away. The vibrations had been so strong they were almost painful, the reporter's sensitive clit feeling bruised for hours afterwards...and after that encounter, with a newfound respect for the piece of technology she had placed between her legs, Lois had gently worked her way up to the point where that was a pleasant, comfortable buzz to help get her off.

Supergirl's fingers were something else.

Her clit almost immediately went numb. The vibrations shook the reporter's entire body. She squirted immediately, uncontrollably, pussy-juice splashing down her legs that were suddenly weak as jelly, thighs quivering unstoppably. Lois could feel the familiar cramping as her pussy spasmed in orgasm, but it was too soon, too fast, her brain still catching up as it went on and on and on...

Lois Lane was hanging onto the young woman's shoulders, legs threatening to collapse at any moment.

"Is it okay?" Supergirl said, voice confused but also kind of aroused. "Do you...want me to do more?"

"M-m-moo-o-re?" The reporter's voice shook, teeth chattering, vibrations moving straight through her.

"S-sure," the blonde said. "Sometimes I like to..."