Ladies and gentlemen, I have returned with the newest chapter in the Smallville series of stories. First off, if you are underage, live where it is unlawful to read this type of story, or find the notion of adult alternative sexuality and love between women offensive, then please do us a favor and leave here right now. Also, Smallville and its characters are trademark of DC Comics, Gough-Millar Ink, Tollin-Robbins Prods., and WB TV. No copyright infringement is intended whatsoever. I repeat, the characters in this series of stories are property of DC Comics and WB TV, so again, no copyright infringement is intended, whatsoever, once again. Any further questions? If not, then let us resume where we all left off, shall we?
SMALLVILLE: A NEW BEGINNING- PART 2
by Keith
It had been a short time since Martha had touched the red meteor that fell from the sky near the Kent family farm and had gained powers beyond her wildest imagination. It was common between her, Lana, and the Sheriff that Jonathan was dying and he had not much longer left to live, and it would be soon be time for the lady of the farm to contact their only child they ever knew....Clark Kent.
However, for the moment, the night was full of possibilities as we shall soon see as we begin the next part of our Smallville adventure....
Earlier that evening, Clark had left the main offices of the Daily Planet to embark on his interview with millionaire Bruce Wayne. The invitation had stated that he was to meet him at the local gentlemen's social club in the heart of downtown Metropolis, and that he did. Clark had decided to walk to the social club, but he was able to arrive at his destination in less time it would have took him if he drove to the middle of downtown. His super-speed could see to that and he had arrived at the front door of the prestigious social club in even lesser time than before, but he never seemed to have broken a sweat as he consulted with the doorman to let him. The guard obliged Kent as he briskly walked in and went to the restroom to quickly freshen himself up before his interview with Bruce Wayne. Once done, he quickly went up to the 3rd floor of the social club and knocked on the door.
"Yes, who is it?", asked the occupant who was inside.
"It's me, Mr. Kent. Is Mr.Wayne inside? He specifically invited me here to do an interview with him", replied Clark.
"You may enter, and when you do, please kindly shut the door behind you", said the male voice from inside the room.
Clark did as he was told and once inside, he soon was face to face with the occupant of the room. Bruce Wayne, no more than age 25, like Clark, had been expecting him as he reclined on his armchair with a glass of cognac situated on an end table made of stained oakwood. He sat regally and elegantly as a gentlemen would whenever he was inside such a high-end establishment such as this.
"Would you please take a seat, Mr. Kent?", asked Bruce as Clark obliged him. They went straight to work as the interview with Gotham City's most influential leading citizen carried on for the next two hours.
The two hours had rolled by when Clark, realizing it was late, wanted to excuse himself so that he could go home to write the article the following morning, but Bruce Wayne had other ideas.
"Clark, why don't you stay here with me a little while longer because I've been meaning to have a private chat with you, between you and me?", asked Bruce to Clark.
"I really need to be going. It's late and...."
But before Clark could excuse himself, Bruce insisted when he told him the truth about who he really was.
"I saw you leave the school museum to run off on a little errand of mercy....Kal-El, or shall I say Superman?"
Startled by what Bruce had revealed to him, Clark had no choice but to sit back down on his chair facing Bruce as he forced himself to remove his eyeglasses and put them inside his sportscoat front pocket. The secret was out and Bruce Wayne knew who he really was.
"How do you know that I'm really...."
"I make it my business to know, Clark, and it's only fair that I tell you that I am reallly Batman as well", Bruce revealed to Clark as he took out a tiny little batarang, showed it to Clark, and tossed it into the adjacent fireplace. It exploded upon impact,creating a crackling fire to warm the room as both young men of 25-years of age got down to it....in a more personal fashion.
"Clark, I've been meaning to tell you something that only you can hear and no one else. Not even Lois, your colleague, must learn of this as of yet."
"What do you mean, Bruce?"
"Since when I was a kid, I had this very strange dream of meeting when I was younger and you were my young age. It was a year before both of my parents were killed, leaving me an orphan, and forcing me to become what I became. We were somehow meant to be together when the time was ripe, and now that it is, it is that time for us, but there's one more thing that I need to reveal to you and to just you alone and no one else."
"What is that, Bruce?"
"In the same dream I of me meeting you, there was one more kid, a girl a year younger than the both of us. She would hail from very, very far away and that she would somehow complete us....as a trio of comrades in arms and hopefully not beyond that, Clark."
Clark was puzzled as he inquired to learn more of what Bruce was talking about.
"What's the name of this girl that would somehow complete us both, Bruce?"
"All I can tell you is that her name is Diana, and that someday soon, we'll both be meeting her whether to expect it or otherwise."
The revelation hit Kent like a ton of bricks. How did Bruce really know of his true heritage and of his powers? And what was he really talking about when he said that he, Bruce, and the girl named Diana would be meeting each other quickly in the coming days? It was a monumental puzzle that had begun to vex him as he looked at Bruce with even more questions he needed to ask him, but....
"Clark, before you go, there is one final thing I need to show you", said Bruce as he pulled out a tiny vial of glowing green substance and showed it to him. In the briefest time, he began to weaken in the presence of the shiny green substance that was inside the tube as he barely was able to look at the millionaire.
"Bruce, what the hell are trying to do? Kill me?"
"No, Clark. I'm showing you your Achilles heel just to let you know that you don't ever want to fuck with me....ever...."
Bruce walked over to Clark, place the vial around his neck courtesy of a chain that was attached to it, and proceeded to punch him in the face that sent him flying to the floor!....
Meanwhile....
It was short period of time when Martha had flown Lana to the secret spot she had promised to take her to. It was a heavily wooded area nearby the river, just secluded enough so as not to be noticed by any passersby. She had demonstrated her powers of strength and now flight to Lana, which had impressed the young 22-year old woman who was the main hand at the farm. Enchanted, captivated, and drawn to the older woman's physique, she instinctively knelt before Martha as the older woman unbuttoned her tweed long coat to reveal a surprise!
Dangling before Lana's very eyes was one more thing that the red meteor had given Martha: an erect penis that stiffened to about ten inches in length and six inches in width and thickness! Lana's eyes could not be taken off of that piece of enhanced womanhood as she remained transfixed and mesmerized by what was staring straight at her.
"Why, Martha, where did you get that dick?"
"I touched the meteor that I found in the field near the property and immediately received my own brand of powers, including this. Do you like what you see?"
Lana was silent and wide-eyed as she kept staring at the older woman's penis. Martha could not help but be turned by what Lana was thinking about doing with the gift she was given as she felt a young and wet lips take her cock into her mouth. Martha gasped and shook in her feet as she felt the younger female farmhand's head bob back and forth as her penis was fully engulfed in Lana's mouth!
"Oh, Lana...."moaned Martha as she tried to steady herself by placing her hands atop Lana's mane of straight dark brown hair. Lana instinctively placed her young and innocent hands upon her naked buttocks as Martha allowed Lana to fellate her in a gradual and rhythmic fashion.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh Lanaaa......I'm gonna....."
Lana kept fellating the woman she was falling ever more in love with as her sucking of Martha's supercock began to reach its goal. It was not much longer until the 45-year old honey blonde haired wife of Jonathan Kent orgasmed into Lana's mouth! She felt her semen cascade not only into her mouth, but also down her throat and out of the sides of her lips and mouth. The younger woman of 22 did not gag, but held her ground as she greedily and eagerly allowed the older woman who was fast becoming her lover to ejaculate her super powered semen into her mouth! Martha tilted her head back and closed her eyes as she gasped and panted breathlessly with her hands still atop her head as she shook and trembled while still standing for the next five minutes!
Finally......
When the five minutes had passed, Martha stopped cumming into Lana's mouth as the younger woman looked up into her eyes with her cock still in her mouth. They just stared into each other's eyes as Martha touched her chin with her left fingers and said to her....
"You can stand up and kiss me now, Lana."
Upon hearing that, Lana eagerly slid back as Martha's cock plopped out of her youthful and young mouth, but not before taking every last drop of the older woman's super powered semen into her mouth. She stood back up on her feet and faced Martha with cum still in her mouth as she swished it around like vintage wine before swallowing the remainder. Martha could hear her gulp, but not before noticing a dab of creamy sex cream clinging to the left side of her mouth.
"You've got some dangling from the side of your mouth, Lana", said Martha as she pointed it out to her. Noticing, Lana dabbed the drop with her left index finger and took it into her mouth. She closed her eyes as she deep-throated her finger slowly and seductively until she had swallowed the very last drop of Martha's superpowered semen.
Once done, they stared into each other's eyes as they began to disrobe what little clothing they wore to the side of the river together. Lana pulled off her white mini white shirt to reveal an amazingly wonderful young body with a little pudginess. Her curves were resplendant in all their glory as her young breasts dangled upwardly in a pair of sizeable melon shaped goodness. Her pussy was still slightly hairy with a dash of brown fur covering the most important and beautiful part of her young body: her vulva!
Lana was also amazed by Martha's naked body now that she was up close and personal. The older woman's body looked no more than 25-30 years of age. Her breasts were youthful, her hips healthy and vibrant and her penis was erect once again. Both younger and older woman looked into each other's eyes for a few more minutes to admire each other's graceful beauty before Lana walked up to Martha, placed both hands upon the older woman's cheeks and drew her lips towards her very own lips.
They kissed each other passionately as Lana lifted both legs to wrap around Martha's waist. The young woman's arms were wrapped around her neck as the older woman placed both of her own hands upon the younger woman's buttocks to hold and support as she her penis being engulfed by Lana's moist and greedily eager birth canal!
They continued to kiss each other as Martha lifted her up in the air,but no more than few inches as they both floated gently down towards the river and took a plunge.
They were in the middle of the gently rushing current as they both made love to each other under the gaze of the full moon above them. Their passion for each other had begun to blossom, germinating into a blooming flower of lust and pleasure as they continued to make love to each other, eventually orgasming into each other more than once, but only a few times as they shared a bond that would continue to bloom forth from within each other.
Meanwhile....
Inside the Sheriff's Office, in downtown Smallville, Sheriff Adams was at her desk in her office when, suddenly, she had that overwhelming urge to lean back on her chair, unzip her uniform pants, and pull out her own ten inch long and six inch thick cock! She had just received hers when she came out to the Lang property to investigate another meteor falling near the barn. However, unlike the red meteor, this was a golden one and once touching it, the sheriff was barely able to get it back to her car and return it to the office before she finally fainted on the couch inside. A short while later, the first female sheriff ever in the entire history of Smallville, Kansas awoke to discover a bulge in her pants. Sensing she was alone, she unzipped her pants and pulled out a penis that had been a gift to her when she touched the golden meteor. She remembered that day fully when she was in the midst of stroking herself off until in less than a few minutes she came in her hands!
The sheriff trembled and breathlessly gasped in pleasure as she rode the orgasmic tsunami with her dick in her right hand.
After a few minutes, the phone rang on her desk in her office.
"Hello, this is the Sheriff of Smallville. Who's calling?"
Sheriff Adams was startled to learn who had called her. She knew what the call was about as she quickly hung up the phone, zipped up her pants again, and rushed out the door. Once out on the main floor of headquarters, she called out to any deputy still present during the late night hour.
"A patrol car requests back up at that damn Stinky Cheez place. Let's go!"
The sheriff and her deputies were becoming all too familiar with that place in the heart of downtown as they all rushed out of headquarters to see if they could provide some help.
Meanwhile....
It was very late in downtown Metropolis when Detective Sawyer was busily interrogating one of the suspects apprehended earlier today. Marian "G-Boz" Daley was not about to spill the beans to any law enforcer, and Sawyer was nearing the boiling point.
"Listen t' me, G-Boz! You and yer friends are facing a good deal of hard prison time if you don't tell me who hired you to spring Benny the Bull and Micky the Kid!"
"Bitch! I 'aint tellin yah shit so unless y'got me a lawyer, then I 'aint talkin to yah anymohe! Got it!"
Maggie stood up, reached over across the table, and grabbed G-Boz by the scruff of her t-shirt. She pulled her head to face as she was about to become real mean and personal with her.
"You better not be fuckin with me, G. 'Cuz I might haul off and bitch smack the shit outta you, you dig?!"
"Go ahead, Miss Piggy....do it....I 'aint afraid of dah police...especially you...."
There was a knock on the door. Maggie immediately turned to face it with G-Boz looking her direction as the door opened to reveal her superior: Merryweather Biggelowe.
She beckoned her to come outside with her for a moment, leaving G-Boz all alone, until....Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne entered the room and shut the door. The walls were sound proof as both young men approached the interrogated suspect with an offer she could not refuse.
"Miss Daley, you're in a lot of trouble along with your friends so you better start telling us what the police need to know or else....my friend here's really going to be pissed."
Bruce approached G-Boz and stared down at her determined to break her...anyway he knew how.
"Okay, if I tell you guys what the fuzz wants to know, y'gotta promise not tell anyone else 'cuz me and homies'll get killed...."
"Then who hired you, Miss Daley?", asked Bruce to G-Boz.
"Simple. It was Boris Birnbaum. His friends call him Boxy."
It was really, really late when Maggie finally returned home to her apartment, but not before a familiar face was inside to greet her.
"Had a rough day at the office, sugar?"
Maggie was surprised to see Mindy Drake stand before her....stark naked! Her red hair was permed to the max as her recent breast job attested to her overly buxom beauty. Her hands were upon her hips as Maggie was only too relieved to be greeted by such a warm, if somewhat, superficial face.
"Tell me about it....better yet....don't...."
"I can help you with that", said Mindy as she walked over to Maggie, dropped to her knees, unzipped her jeans, and brought her face into her crotch. Mindy knew what Maggie wanted and needed as the older woman who was nearing 30 pushed her head deeper into her crotch with her both of her hands, tilted her head up, closed her eyes and begant to moan pleasureably.
"Yeah that's right, baby....Give ti t' me...give it to me good...."moaned the Metropolis PD detective as the buxom redhead fellated her on into the night.
TO BE CONTINUED
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