Supergirl and Power Girl

Lois Lane raised an eyebrow as Alexa's request. The bald woman sighed.

"Kryptonians are adapted to change gender in response to environmental pressures—such as a shortage of males. But if I engage in sex with Kryptonian women—" Alexa explained.

"Then you hope you'll grow a dick?" Lois Lane said with a smirk. "Well, that'll be fun to watch, anyway. Can I get reception in here?"

The reporter took out her smartphone and made the call.

Which is how, less than an hour later, Lois Lane, Supergirl, Power Girl, and Alexa Luthor stood in what, for lack of a better word, was Luthor's boudoir.

The carpet was plush, a deep navy blue; the four-poster bed was the largest that Lois had ever seen, the wood carved with erotic figures of naked women and phalluses. A tasteful nude hung on each of the four wood-paneled walls, and there was a private bathroom, a marble-topped bar, a spacious closet with room to change in...

Supergirl was slim, athletic; her costume hugged her muscles and emphasized her hard-packed abs, small but well-formed breasts, the broad shoulders that narrowed down to a slim waist, and the bare legs that escaped from her red shirt. Her blue eyes looked like a clear sky on a summer's day, with golden hair like ripe wheat ready to harvest.

Power Girl was a little older, and a little thicker in all the right places; muscles stood out on her arms, legs, and shoulders; yet seemed only to emphasize her breasts—probably the only natural E-cup Lois Lane had ever met who wasn't obese. The hole in her white leotard emphasized the heroine's deep cleavage, while the red cape did nothing to hide a toned booty worthy of a dancer. Her straight blonde hair hung to her chin, and there was a certain worldliness to her smile that made Supergirl look an innocent by comparison...though Lois knew better.

Compared to these two heroines, Lois and Alexa looked almost drab.

The bald-headed woman mixed herself a drink at the bar as she explained the situation to the two superheroines. Alexa had changed into a dark blue robe of silk, that barely hung below the level of her buttocks, and exposed her long, fit legs. Lois had changed into a matching red robe, and was aware of every little breeze from the air conditioning. The reporter caught Supergirl staring at one point, when a shift of Lois Lane's hint exposed a hint of pink labia and dark black pubic hair, and the Maid of Steel blushed crimson from ear to ear.

The electromechanical strap-on lay on the bed.

Supergirl frowned. "I know I'm not a teenager anymore, but this seems..."

"...kinky," Power Girl said. "So, you want us to take turns strapping that thing on and trying to get you pregnant?"

Alexa swallowed her cocktail at a gulp and coughed a little.

"It...is more likely to be effective if we...engage in group sex," Alexa said.

It amused the reporter to see the mighty Lex Luthor so timid—and excited. Lois could see the nipples tent the front of the woman's robe. Much as, the reporter had to admit, her own nipples were erect from the excitement. Here was a chance to finally get a measure of **** on Lex for all the trouble he—she—had caused them all over the years.

"If you ladies are afraid," the reporter said coolly. "I'll show you how it's done!"