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Subject: {ASSM} Clark Kent and Lana Lang (comic, MF, rom, first)
Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2001 00:10:03 -0400
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[My first effort. Please be kind. :)  Thanks to Ann
Douglas for the encouraging words.]

CLARK AND LANA: GOODBYE

(Comic, MF, rom, first)

 The following is a work of erotic fiction and
includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes
characters that are copyrighted by DC Comics. This
story is intended for the non-commerical enjoyment of
fans and should be considered a parody . No copyright
infringement is intended and no profit will be made
from the distribution of this story.

     "Great pie, as always, Martha."
     With this, Lana Lang pushed herself wearily away
from the table, and rising to her feet, she began to
gather dishes from around the table.
     "Now you just stop that, Lana," said Martha Kent
as she took the dishes from her young guest.  "Clark
didn't invite you over for dinner so you could help me
with the housework.  Now scoot!"
     Lana smiled and held up her hands in mock
surrender, saying, "Okay, Martha, you win."  She
looked out the window to the back porch, where Clark
was standing, leaning on one of the posts.
     "Does Clark seem like he's got something on his
mind to you, Martha?" she asked.
     Martha looked out the window at her adopted son
and said, "It's seemed like he had something on his
mind for a week or so now.  I'd kind of hoped he'd
told you what it was."
     "Nope," said Lana, "not a word.  Maybe that's why
he asked me to come over tonight."
     "Could be," said Martha, "but it that's the case,
you won't hear anything about it in here.  Why don't
you go on out, and I'll bring you two some lemonade to
sip on?"
     Lana went out to the porch and sat down on the
rocker.  After a few moments of silence, she said,
"Well, Clark, penny for your thoughts."
     Clark turned away from the horizon he had been
gazing at, and said, "Sorry about that, Lana.  I know
I haven't been particularly good company tonight. 
Guess my mind was elsewhere."
     "I know," said Lana.  "Anything I can help with?"
     "No, not really," said Clark, and sitting down on
an old stool, he added, "It's just something I have to
deal with, and I'm not quite sure how."
     Lana got up and stood behind him, her hands
gently resting on his shoulders and said, "Maybe you
should talk to about it.  After all, we've talked
about just about everything since we were kids."
     "I know," said Clark with a smile.  "The Lana
Lang motto: Two ears, no waiting."
     "Well, it's true," she said.  "Come on, give."
     Clark took a deep breath and looking up at Lana,
he said, "Do you ever think about the future, about
what comes next now that we're out of high school?"
     "Sure I do," said Lana.  "Most folks do.  You
never seemed particularly trouble about it before,
though.  What's changed?"
     "That's kind of hard to explain," Clark said,
standing up.  "Maybe I'd best just show you," and with
that, he easily picked Lana up in his arms and began
to rise into the air.
     "Clark! What are you doing?" she asked nervously,
"And how are you doing it?!"
. . . . . . . . . . . . 
     He carried her up to the top of the barn and then
made a loop around the grain silo, all the while
telling her about his recent discovery that he was the
sole survivor of the planet Krypton and that the
earth's yellow sun gave him abilities unlike those
that anybody else had ever possessed.
     They flew across the Kansas sky and beyond.  He
showed her the lights of New York harbor, then on to
the view from the top of the Eiffel Tower.  On and on
they flew, stopping from time to time to view
remarkable sights or to give him a chance to
demonstrate some of his other abilities away from the
public eye.
     Finally, they found themselves back in Kansas,
with the Kent farmhouse just over the hill.
     "Let's stop down in that meadow," said Lana, and
soon, she and Clark were sitting at the foot of an old
elm tree.
     "This is all very amazing, Clark," she said, "and
I'm not convinced I won't just wake up and find out
I've been dreaming it all.  Suppose it's real, though.
 What then?"
     Clark leaned back against the tree, looked up at
the stars, and said, "I'm going to have to leave
Smallville."
     "So?" Lana asked.  "Lots of kids do, at least for
a while."
     "I don't mean just for a while.  With the things
I can do, I can't just stay here pulling up stumps
with my bare hands and lighting the fireplace with my
heat vision.  I need to be out there."
     "I see," said Lana thoughtfully.  "And what about
us?"
     "I've tried to figure that one out for the last
week, and I just don't know how," he said sadly.  "You
know how I feel about you, Lana."
     "Yes," she said.  "I love you, too, Clark."
     "The thing is," he said despairingly, "how do I
justify putting my own wants and desires ahead of the
needs of people in trouble?  Wouldn't it be selfish of
me to stay here, even to be with the woman I love,
when I know that people are dying every day, people I
could save?"
     A tear began to roll down Lana's face, and she
leaned back against Clark's chest.  After several
silent moments, she took a deep breath and turned to
look at Clark, who was staring into the sky.
     "Look at me, Clark," she said softly.  "We've
known each other forever, and I'm not going to pretend
that this is easy.  To be real honest, I half expected
to find out that the thing that's been on your mind
this week was asking me to marry you."
     "But, Lana, - " Clark began.
     "Hush, and let me finish," she said. "Well, I've
been around you too long not to have learned from you,
and if you can find the courage to leave everything
you know to go make the world a better place, the
least I can do is to find the courage to let you go."
     After a moment, she said, "There's just one thing
I want to ask you to do."
     "Anything, Lana," he said.  "You know I'd do
anything for you."
     She stood up and pulled him to his feet, and
putting her arms around his neck, she kissed him and
said, "Make love to me."
     She kissed him again, this time passionately, and
after a moment, he pulled his lips away.
     "Lana?" he asked. "You don't understand.  I don't
know when I'll see you again.  It wouldn't be right
for either one of us."
     "I know I might not see you again, Clark," she
said.  "What you don't understand is that this isn't
about making you want to stay in Smallville or making
you take me with you.  I know those can't happen.  I
just want to know, though, that even the world will
have you for the rest of your life, for tonight, I
want to have you to myself, completely."
     Clark started to say something, but she put her
finger to his lips and said, "I want to do this for
one other reason, too.  I can't go with you, but I
want to give you a part of me that nobody else will
ever have, something that will always belong to you. 
I may have other loves and other lovers.  I may meet
someone and marry them.  But I want to be able to
remember you as the one who was the first."
     Her lips moved toward his again, and this time,
there was no hesitancy in his response.  Her lips
parted, and her tongue found its way through his lips.
 As their tongues met, her hands moved from his neck
to run through his thick hair, and his hands roamed
her from her waist to her neck and down again,
caressing every inch of her back.
     As they stepped back to catch their breath,
holding hands, Clark asked one last time, "You're sure
you want to do this?"
     She said, "I'm sure," and moving his hands until
they were on her breasts, she asked, "Do you want to
do this?"
     He felt her nipples hardening even through her
bra and blouse, and whispered, "Yes."
     Lana knelt on the soft grass and pulled Clark
down with her, maneuvering him until he was on his
back.  Laying on top of him, they again kissed, this
time with even more passion, and as they kissed, Lana
used one hand to untuck her blouse from her jeans.  In
only a moment, Clark had discovered the newly exposed
skin and had both of his hand caressing the soft skin
of her back.
     Lana sat up long enough unbutton the blouse,
slide it down her arms, and let it flutter to the
ground beside them.  Clark's breath caught for a
moment at the sight of her breasts, now covered only
in a simple cotton bra, and then he dove into the
exposed cleavage with lips and tongue.
     "Oh, yes," Lana murmured, and reaching behind her
to unhook the bra, said, "Here, let's get this out of
the way."
     Clark ran his tongue around her left nipple first
and then her right, and then back again.  Beginning to
go back and forth at a speed only he could reach, Lana
began to experience the sensation of having both of
her nipples sucked at the same time, and her panties,
already moist, became saturated with the juices of her
dripping pussy.
     "Oh, Clark, don't stop, oh, Clark, I'm
cummmmminng!"
     She pulled his head back and after kissing him
deeply, began to work her hands at removing first his
shirt and then his jeans.
     "Oh my," she said as she ran her hand over the
hard bulge in his underwear, and then she impatiently
reached her hand inside to stroke his cock.  Clark
lifted his hips to enable her to remove his shorts
altogether and Lana immediately began to nuzzle the
hairs at the base.
     Sticking her tongue out, she licked lightly
around the head of his cock before running her lips
down one side and up the other.
     "Oh, Lana, oh God, Lana," Clark gasped.  "That's
incredible, oh, yeah, oh my!"  Suddenly he felt like
he was being pulled into something very warm and wet,
and looked down to see his entire shaft being engulfed
in Lana's mouth.
     "Oh, no, I think I'm going to cum!" he said, and
at this, Lana fastened her lips around his cock and
began sucking even harder until he began to shoot his
loads down her throat.  After he finally finished,
Lana lifted her head and licked the droplets that were
remaining on his cock and around his balls.
     "Oh my God, Lana," Clark whispered, "that was
unbelievable.  Where did you ever learn about that?"
     Lana snuggled up next to his side and said, "Two
things: I'm a farm girl, and I always have to know
everything.  I saw two of our cows mating, and I
started asking questions.  It didn't take long before
I wasn't asking about cows anymore.  My aunt answered
the basics, and I went into the library to read up on
the rest."
     After a few moments rest, Lana felt Clark's hand
begin moving lower and lower on her back and she said,
"Hmm, ready for more?"
     With that she removed her jeans and the soggy
cloth that had been her panties and laid down on her
back.  Clark moved so that he was looking at the small
red triangle of hair that pointed to her glistening
wet pussy.  He ran his finger along each side of her
lower lips, and Lana trembled slightly with
excitement.  He then inserted his finger and began to
probe the inside, which elicited a moan from Lana's
lips.
     "Isn't this going to hurt, Lana?" he asked.
     "Oooh, no, it won't, Clark," she gasped as his
finger passed gently over her clit.  "I had, ooh, an
accident while I was, aaah, riding my horse a couple
years ago, oh Clark, and that took care of that, oh
yeah!"
     The tremors Lana was feeling in her pussy turned
into full-scale earthquakes as Clark moved his hands
to her nippes, lowered his mouth between her legs, and
began to lick tentatively at the wet folds.
     "Oh, yeah, Clark, right there, uh huh, yeah, oh
my God, don't stop, oh YEAH!  You're making me cum
again!"
     After a few moments, Lana pushed Clark onto his
back and climbing on top, lowered her pussy onto his
waiting cock.  Both Lana and Clark groaned with
pleasure at the sensation, and Lana began slowly
riding up and down on Clark's staff and all
conversation was replaced with moans and squeals of
pleasure.  Lana gradually began moving faster, and
Clark began arching his hips in time with her to go
deeper and deeper into her.
     "Oh, God, I'm cumming again," she screamed as the
frenzy of their lovemaking moved into yet a higher
gear.  
     Taking the initiative, Clark flipped Lana onto
her back without ever withdrawing from her pussy, and
after several more strokes, he gasped and said, "Here
it cums!" Pulling out, he pointed his cock toward her
breasts and shot his loads of cum until her pink
nipples were completely covered and streaks of cum run
like tiny rivers from her chest down to her belly.
. . . . . . . . . . . . 
     Clark and Lana laid next to each other for a
time, catching their breath and just reveling in the
afterglow of their lovemaking.  As they snuggled
together to watch the sun rise over the meadow, they
struggled to find words, and finally, they just lay
quietly in each other's arms.
     After awhile, they dressed and Clark said, "You
know, Mom's probably fixing breakfast by now.  Are you
hungry?"
     "Yes," Lana said, "but I think I'd better go
home.  Your folks are used to you being out flying
around all night, but not with a woman."
     "Let me I give you a ride home then," Clark said,
and before she knew it, Lana was in his arms and
flying across the Kansas countryside again.
     They landed out by the lane that led to the Lang
farm, and Lana turned to Clark.
     "Promise me you'll take care of yourself while
you're out saving the world," she said.
     "I will," said Clark.
     "Because I'll always love you," she said.
     "I know," said Clark.  "I'll always love you,
too, Lana."
     A tear started to form in the corner of her eye,
and she gave him a quick kiss, and then ran up the
lane to the farmhouse, and as she reached the porch,
she turned to look and see him fade across the
horizon.



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