Lois and Clark - Their First Time - Part 2

Just then, Lombard looked around and saw Clark. "Clarkie!"

Clark stood his ground, wanting Steve to come to him, "Yes, Steve?"

Lombard stood where he was, waiting for Clark to come to him. "Clark, come on over. The Metropolis High School Journalism class came up for a looksee at what we do. Let me introduce you to them."

"In a minute," he replied, "I was just going to check the wires and see if anything new has come over from AP."

"Aw, come on Clarkie, don't be scared of a bunch of girls," Steve taunted as he began to almost stride down the hall.

Clark smiled. This is exactly what he had hoped for. Puckering his lips slightly, he blew a stream of air at Lombard's feet, just enough to give his step off too much force. Steve stumbled, spilled coffee over his front and then fell down, face first. Clark then quickly focused his heat vision to a narrow beam and split the back of Lombard's expensive slacks, exposing a pair of red silk panties. The girls behind Lombard exploded in laughter as Steve started cursing. His face redder than the panties he wore, he stalked off to his office and slammed the door. Clark had to force himself not to laugh as he entered the wire room. Perhaps the his use of superpowers at that moment was not up to his usual ethical standards but hey, he was a hero and he just saved some poor girl from finding out how Lombard was in the sack with his three inch dick.

Checking the wire service, Clark noticed that there was no major news event anywhere. Such was the only reason he decided on being a reporter, being able to keep in touch with worldly events that may need his super attention. Just as he was prepared to leave, Jimmy Olsen walked into the room.

"Hey Clark, how's it going?"

Clark smiled at his young friend, "Hi Jimmy. Nothing disastrous other than Lombard."

Jimmy smiled, "Yea, I just heard that thumb dick tried to impress some high school honeys. I saw them going into the studio as I came in. Hmmm, mmm, I wouldn't mind some of that stuff myself."

Clark shook his head slightly, "Jimmy. What would Lucy say?"

Jimmy smiled inwardly, thinking she would probably want to know if they could share. "Yea, Lucy. Listen, that reminds me. Lucy and I have rented a cabin up in the mountains this coming weekend. We invited Lois and thought you might like to come as well. You know, work some charm on Lois and see what happens."

Clark was surprised, "Lois? She won't give me the time of day Jim. All she sees is Superman."

"Yea, well, maybe we can work on that a little. I think Lucy has had a sister to sister talk with her and she might be looking for someone more attainable, if you know what I mean."

Clark nodded. "I would be interested if that was the case. I think Lois is a catch but I'm not sure that I have the right bait for her, or any man for that matter."

"Just plan on coming. I'll pick you up at your house early Saturday morning, say about 4:00, for the drive out. We'll go hiking, fishing and have a great time and hey, if nothing works out, nothing lost but a weekend. The cabin has two bedrooms and a couch so there's not much of a problem."

"You mean the girls will be in one room and we'll be in the other?" Clark asked.

Jimmy poked Clark on the arm, "Hey pal, I might like you, but not that much. Lucy and I will be sharing a room. You and Lois, well, if things work out, you can have the other one, otherwise you'll have to flip for the couch."

"Well, I don't know Jim."

"We knew you would wimp out on us," Jimmy said sarcastically, "Here we spent the time to get Lois warmed up to the idea, willing to share the cabin with you in the hopes that the two of you might get something going and now you are going to chicken out."

Clark frowned. Hell, he had nothing else to do other than possibly save the world and he could always run out into the woods with the excuse to collect wood and get conveniently lost if need be. "Okay Jimmy, seeing as how much you and Lucy have put into this."

Jimmy smiled broadly, "Good. Just make sure you pack your wiener wraps so you don't have to borrow mine."

"My what?" Clark asked, having no idea what Olsen was talking about.

"God Clark, you need a good lay," Olsen replied, "Your rubbers man. You know, condoms?"

"Oh, yes, right, "Clark flustered, "Sure, I keep hundreds of them on hand. I'm sure that I'll need a stack of them for Lois."

Jimmy shrugged, "Hey man, you never know. Better to be safe than sorry. Look, I've got to run, I'll see you later."

Jimmy ran out of the room as Clark watched him leave before heading for his office and closing the door behind him. He sat down to think, fairly well ignoring what his super hearing was picking up from Lombard's office. That prick will never live down his panty display. he thought before turning his attention to Lois and the weekend trip.

He really wished that Lois would get over her Superman crush and could love him for who he was, not what he was. After all, Superman could have any woman in the world if all he wanted was sex. he could show up to any town, any village and have women fall at his feet. That was simply not what he wanted though. Not that he could really complete a sex act with a human female. He had figured that out while still a teenager.

Having snuck out to the barn one summer night, Clark, then fifteen years old, had decided to explore some urges that he was having about Lana Lang. Although the two were close as friends, he never expected much more from the relationship as she, like Lois now, had eyes only for his super alter ego. Still, he had his fantasies. And this day, Lana had really fired up his imaginations as she wore a new pink shirt that stretched across her developing breasts to a point that on a few occasions during the day, her semi-hard nipples poked through. Most girls would have been embarrassed but not Lana. She knew she looked good and was not afraid to show off a little. She had even 'accidentally' not buttoned the shirt button between her breasts, allowing those so interested to peek in and get a look at the top of her breasts and her bra cup. Her plaid skirt would also occasionally get caught on the desk chairs as she got up. momentarily flashing anybody that looked a glance all the way up to her thin white panties.

Clark knew that he couldn't do what he wanted in the privacy of his bedroom for fear that something 'super' would happen. Hell, he couldn't even use the outhouse because of his super powers. Not that his shit or piss was any different from anybody else, but the force that it came out was. One good fart good level a building, a stream of pee cut through trees like a chain saw. He consigned himself sometime ago that when he had to relieve himself, he had to fly off somewhere and take care of business. He was afraid that something similar would happen if he jerked off.

He focused his X-ray vision in the direction of Lana's house. It too only seconds for him to look in on the sleeping red head, her bedroom window was open. She had no covers on and was wearing only panties. Clark used his supervision to scan the young form that, to him, lay only a arm length away. She was as beautiful as he had always thought. Firm teenage breasts with pert pink nipples. Trim and athletic body, long legs, her skin not pale white, but not tanned either. Red hair flowed behind her head. She turned her head in sleep, now facing him with her eyes closed and red pouty lips.

Clark hear a rip of cloth and realized that his dick had become hard and ripped through the pajama pants that he was wearing. Not wanting to turn his attention away from Lana, he filed away in his mind that from then on, he would have to remember to always wear his invulnerable uniform briefs. They would never rip apart. Lana began to stir slightly, apparently having a dream. She moved her hands up her belly to brush a nipple. She moaned slightly, Clark could hear it even though they were miles apart. Another delicate hand began to wander down to her panties.

Clark's own hands wandered to his hard cock as he began to stroke himself, watching as Lana began to slowly play with herself. She pulled her panties down so as not to stain them as her juices began to flow. Her index finger moved through the wisp of red curls to find her tight pussy. She slowly began to circle her clit as she alternately pinched her nipples to keep them hard. It did not take long for the fingers to begin a rhythmic in and out motion into her young love hole as the juices began to flow. She began to moan softly as she pleasured herself and more than once, Clark picked up her murmur of Superboy. She increased her finger thrusting as she pushed her head back into the pillow and her hips began to pump of their own accord.

Clark was about to climax himself when he saw Lana quickly bury her head into her pillow to muffle her loud moan of ecstasy. Her final moan and up thrusting hips was all he needed to come. Hot jism shot from his dick, piercing the barn wood and the tin roof forty feet above his head. Aghast at he damage, he aimed his dick at the ground as load after load fired out. The Kansas packed dirt became pocked marked as though he was firing a high powered gun.

Once over his orgasm, Clark looked at the damage that his self pleasuring had caused. The barn looked like someone had walked in with a shotgun and fired several rounds into the roof and walls. A quick burst of heat vision fixed the roof and a quick kick covered up the ground. The wood sides took a little extra work. Finding the old barn siding outside, he ground up some wood and super compressed it into the holes. Close inspection would reveal an absence of the grain and thus the patch job but he knew that Pa Kent would never be able to see the difference with his bad eyesight.

Clark sighed to himself as he took a quick peek at Lana again. She had just pulled her panties back up and rolled over, giving Clark a shot of her nice ass and smooth back. He shook his head in disappointment, knowing now that he could never fulfill his fantasies, or Lana's. What he did to the barn could easily prove fatal to Lana or any other human girl. He would just have to wait until he could find someone that was super like himself, that could withstand his lovemaking.

At one time, he, now being Superman, had hoped that his cousin Kara could be an answer. She was certainly gorgeous enough, especially after some X-ray vision peeking, but she was only a 15 years old at the time and held Clark as an idol and a family member instead of a man that may like to have more than just a 'family' felt love. Clark just did not feel right trying to urge his cousin to become what humans called 'kissing cousins'. Nonetheless, he was still to this day that she may become sexually frustrated enough to look him up.

Lori, the mermaid that he met at the Metropolis University was the first true woman that he had fallen in love with and who actually loved him as Clark and not Superman. That of course, did not last. Even had they remained together, she was not invulnerable and so the problem of sex would have remained. The only real hope that Clark had now was Diana, the Amazon Princess that he world knew as Wonder Woman. She was nearly as strong as he was, but he felt so awkward around her. Yes, he was the strongest man on earth and a hero without doubt, but at heart, he was still a Kansas bumpkin and she was a Princess.

Then his thoughts finally returned to Lois. She wanted Superman, there was no secret there. He could smell her pussy forming its musky love juice every time he held her in his arms after rescuing her. Just being held by him was enough to make her go wet, he could only imagine what would happen if he actually stroked a breast or felt her up. But it was Superman that Lois wanted and not Clark. Well, he could live with that if it meant he could have some of her pussy, but the problem remained. Sex with Superman would be fatal unless the woman he was with had invulnerability. Vainly he had searched the corners of the galaxy to find any potions, devices, anything, that would allow Lois, or any other human female, to become invulnerable.

Clark frowned. A possible weekend with Lois willing to give Clark a chance and here he was, the same old problem. Who he could turn to and talk about this subject? STAR labs was a last option, he thought, just what I need is for some of them to get wind of this and then want to run tests. The Martian Manhunter was almost, if not as, invulnerable and may understand his problem but doubted it. Carter Hall, the Hawkman was an option. His Thanagarian strength, and that of his hot bodied wife, were close to being half of his own. Unfortunately, the two were off in deep space somwhere on a mission. Finally, he had a thought. Possibly the only person who could possibly understand and not make fun of him or hold it over him was Bruce Wayne, the Batman.

That evening, Superman flew to Gotham and paid the Dark Knight a visit. Bruce, having been interrupted from one of the rare times that he actually had time to sit down and eat a decent meal sat impassively. While not in his Batman uniform, Bruce had the stoic Batman face in place and only nodded at the problem that Superman had posed to him.

"I had wondered what your love life was like," he said without humor, "I know that you and Lois Lane are an item but as far as I know, you have never accepted her romantic advances. Now I know why."

"Um, yes," Superman had stammered out. Wayne's serious demeanor was making him feel like he was discussing this with a minister, "I though that perhaps the world's greatest detective might be able to come up with an answer for me. I mean, there's no rush."

Bruce did not even crack a smile, "A minute walk down to the Batcave and two minutes once there is all the time I need to solve your problem."

Superman's mouth dropped in astonishment, "What? That fast?"

Bruce looked at him in the manner of a professor looking at a student that had just asked the most idiotically simplest of questions possible.

"Do you know how long I have searched for some way to make a human invulnerable?"

"That was your problem," Bruce responded as he turned his back on Superman and headed for the hidden stairs that led down to the caverns deep underground.

"What do you mean?" Superman asked as he fell into step behind Bruce.

"Simply that you wasted your time trying to make the vulnerable invulnerable when there is a much easier way around the problem. Why Lois anyway? You know that Diana likes you well enough. It probably wouldn't take much for the two of you to get together."

" I always figured the two of you might get something going, you seem to get along well."

"Problem is Supes," Bruce replied, "She has the same problem you do. She may not be as invulnerable nor as strong but she's damn well too strong for a mortal man to hand. If a man could even have intercourse with her, one orgasm and she would probably crush him. No, she's more in your league."

Superman was silent for a moment as the hidden door slid open and the two started down the steps that led to the Batcave. "I'm not sure how Diana feels about me. And as close as we work together in the JLA, I guess I didn't want to risk losing the working friendship we have if she said no. Besides," he lowered his voice in embarrassment, "Hell Bruce, she's an Amazon Princess. Who am I to go after a piece like that?"

Without humor, Wayne answered, "I thought you were Superman."

Superman gave a short laugh, "Sure I am. I'm the mightiest man on the planet, I've been to over 1,500 planets, seen more aliens than Carson has guests on the Late Show but I am still Clark Kent, Kansas farm boy. I mean, you wouldn't go out with a street urchin now would you."

Bruce Wayne, the Dark Knight, the man that put the capital S in serious, stopped. He turned to look squarely at Superman, his face stone, "If she had Wonder Woman's looks, I wouldn't care if she turned out to be J'onn in drag."

Superman looked hard at Bruce, not knowing if he was serious or joking. "Yeah," he finally said, breaking the silence, "I guess you have a point."

Bruce turned around and began walking down again. "Your problem, Clark, is that you lack self esteem when it comes to the wrong things. You never think you are good enough to deserve anything, no matter how hard you try or what you do. You would risk your life to save a stupid cat from getting fried by Lex Luthor's newest anti-Superman weapon and then worry about how you may have scared the damned thing when you did it."

"I can't say anything about that," Superman admitted, "You're right. I just feel that with these powers that I have, I should still do more. Maybe things are too easy for me and I don't really look at the action for what it is."

"Look Clark," Wayne said as they reached the last step into the huge cavern, "I'm not a psychiatrist. Damn well know what would happen if I went to one, but I can tell you for a fact that if you don't relax a little and stop being so concerned about every little thing, you're going to have a nervous breakdown. Not even you can be everywhere and do everything for everyone. Take some time for yourself and let the world live without its guardian angel for a while. The world was working fine before you came, I'm sure things will still work out if you take a break."

Superman laughed slightly as he looked around the cavern, at the huge computer, the relics of past adventures, the sleek Batmobile sitting like a predator waiting for its prey. "You talk about taking a break? I'm sorry about interrupting your dinner upstairs, but tell the truth, how often do you take a break?"

Bruce walked to what looked like a large safety deposit box. "I take a break nearly every night when I go out on the town and bust some heads. I have a release for my pent up aggressions, you don't. I can always invite women over to spend the night, Batman can usually spend an 'eventful' night with Selina Kyle on occasion, but you? Clark, do yourself a favor and work out your human needs or they will overpower that Kryptonian mindset and really cause a mess. I don't want to have to come hunting you down because you went mental."

Superman fell silent. He knew that Bruce was telling him the truth, the serous truth. He nodded, "If you can deliver, I will take your advice. Now, what did you mean about there being a much easier way around the problem of making someone vulnerable invulnerable?"

"Very simple," Bruce said as he dialed in a 10 digit locking sequence and opened the lid to the box. A faint green glow lit the inside of the box as Bruce quickly reached in to grab an object.

"Kryptonite," Superman mumbled as he felt the tremble in his legs and he stumbled back.

The lid closed heavily, "Yes, but not enough to cause any harm."

Once the lid was closed, the Kryptonite radiation effect wore off and Superman was able to stand without feeling any ill effects. He looked at the small band of metal that Bruce held for his inspection. It looked like a man's silver ring with emerald clusters. Then his supervision revealed that one of the emeralds, a very small stone, was in fact green Kryptonite.

"Here," Bruce said, offering the ring, "Put this on."

"Are your sure about this?" Superman asked hesitantly. Bruce Wayne only looked at him in silence. Superman took the ring and slipped it on his right ring finger. He felt a slight heat from the ring, a tingling sensation throughout his whole body for a few seconds and then nothing.

"What does this do exactly?" Superman asked.

Not answering, Bruce walked over by his main computer and poured a cup of water from a water dispenser. He walked up to Superman and splashed the water on his briefs.

"Shit!" Superman said jumping back, "That's cold!"

For once, Bruce cracked a slight smile, a very slight smile. "Now you can screw Lois's brains out like a real man."

It suddenly dawned on Superman that he had felt the cold of the water. Coldness from simple drinking water when he had experienced the cold of deep space and not even noticed it. "What the hell did you do?"

"The ring has enough Kryptonite to neutralize you powers. As long as you wear it, you are human, well," he added, "human enough. You still have some very limited powers akin to finely honed senses, slightly tougher than normal skin and perhaps the strength of a world class weight lifter, but otherwise Clark, you are as human as the rest of us."

Before Superman could say anything, Bruce threw a small box at him, "Here. It's a small lead lined box that you can keep the ring in. Remember though, you actually have to wear the ring to be at human strength. Just having it next to you, like in your pocket or on a necklace will make you only slightly weaker than your normal super self, not enough to worry with unless you plan to survive a nuclear blast, then I would have it several feet away. "

Superman caught the box, noticing that it was heavy. He slipped the ring off and put it into the box. He felt no change until he realized that the wetness around his dick, thanks to Bruce's ice water, was slowly losing the feeling of wetness and cold.

"It takes a few seconds to come back up to full strength," Bruce said in reply to Superman's unspoken question, "So you will have to be mindful when you put it on in case you have to respond to trouble."

Superman was overwhelmed at the possibilities before him. "How did you ever come up with this idea?"

Bruce smirked ever so slightly, "I have had... a similar request."

"I see," Superman responded, although not quite sure that he did. "Um, what can I do to repay you for this?"

"Let's just say that," Bruce stepped closer and whispered, although such was unnecessary, "If you and Diana actually 'explore' some possibilities, do it somewhere in JLA headquarters where there's a camera pickup."

"Bruce Wayne!" Superman exclaimed in shock, "You pervert!" Then he winked, "You got a deal."