Before him is an Olympic Stadium with stands filled with people. The field is filled with teams from every country holding their flags, wearing outfits. It is the opening ceremonies. On the tower at the far end of the stadium with the long pyramid of steps leading up to the as-yet-unlit Olympic Flame. He recognizes immediately this often-seen ceremony.
A runner, the man picked to light the Olympic Flame, which will burn throughout the Games, and which signals the opening, runs up the long flight of steps carrying in his had the Olympic Torch that has been passed from runner to runner on it's journey toward this ultimate moment. He watches this ceremony reaching its stirring conclusion, we hear the voice of an announcer on T.V. or radio:
"And now, the supreme moment as the last runner," the Announcer speaks to the crowd. "The one given the great honour of lighting the Olympic Flame...runs the last leg of a marathon that began 7 days ago as this torch has been passed from athlete to athlete for 970 miles across the country." As the announcer finishes his speech the runner ascends to the top step and raises the torch high to light the giant dish where the flame will burn.
Observing this and standing on the floodlight tower on the opposite side of the stadium, on top of the wall is Superman. His costume is definitely darker now, the blue becoming Prussian blue, the red deepening to a maroon. His hair is uncombed, and his features look darker, tougher, as if he hadn't shaved for a few days. Something like this would have given him such hope previously. Watching men and women of different backgrounds and colours unite now seemed to just bore him to tears. Really this is what these people did for entertainment? With a look of pure malevolence, he blows a gust of Super-Breath which blows out the Olympic Flame.
There is a gasp from the crowd. No one is really sure what to do or say. Superman chuckles such a simple act from him caused an entire stadium full of people to all acknowledge him and his presence. It was all too easy he thought to himself as he flew up into the air. And the runner, terribly confused and upset, has to turn and run down the great stairs, still carrying the Torch, to go get it re-lit somewhere.
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In the crown of the statue of liberty, Lorelei waits like a siren on a rock, wearing clinging wisps of silk that reveal more than they conceal. her long hair tosses in the wind, her eyes sparkle like fabulous jewels, her parted lips glisten. She sits on the edge of the crown playing the damsel in distress, dangling her legs over the side...a precarious, if provocative, position.
Spotting her Superman stops in mid-flight, hovers, and lands lightly on the ledge of the crown. Lorelei smiled to herself at Superman's arrival and here we go she thought to herself. "I thought you'd never get here." She says breathy but cool her voice all honey and smoothness.
Superman plays it super-cool but looking her over admiring her beauty. She certainly was a striking woman able to turn heads. The pitiful Clark Kent would be a bumbling useless wreck right now just in her mere presence. "Hey, don't expect me to save you. Because I don't do that anymore." He said casually. Just what he needed to do some saving and then act as counsellor listening to someone's problems about life.
"Don't worry. I'm long past saving." She says with a little smile. Well, that was the truth she knew all about Webster and his schemes long before she agreed to partake in them. She uncoils. She rises sinuously. She stretches knowing full well that Superman is watching her drinking in her body. The sunset lighting her from behind, haloing her hair, outlining her incredible body. He just stands there but the chemistry between them is overwhelming. And part of it is the challenge: who is going to make the first move?
"Well, don't let me keep you from anything." Lorelei dares him testing if he is still under the effects of the Synthetic Kryptonite. The old Superman would have been far more polite with his eyes rather than leering at her like he was now.
"I'm in no rush," he says coolly as he steps toward her all swagger. "So, what do you have in mind?"
Lorelei can't help but lower her eyes adding to her shy sex kitten act. "Lots of things..." she whispers to him.
"Oh yeah?" Superman says as he reaches down and yanks her to her feet rather forcefully up. Lorelei let out a gasp of surprise this guy really is different! "Tell me." He steps closer to her. She comes closer to him, looking into his mesmeric eyes.
"I'll do more than tell you." Lorelei says full of promise leaning into him. "I'll show you, back at my place. If you'll just do me one little favour first.
Superman thinks for a moment. He could with all his powers simply take what he wanted but he had the feeling that it might be more fun to entertain this woman… at least for a little while. "Okay, what is it?" he asks her giving in.
Lorelei smiles to herself sensing she has got him. "It isn't much, really, you see, there's this little boat. Well, not so little, really. And it's not going where it's supposed to go and..."
With her request and a set of instructions he flies out to the ocean. His costume is now getting really sinister: the blue is navy, the red is close to purple, the yellow a dull brown. His face is unpleasantly gaunt, full of craggy hollows, with an unpleasant curl to the corners of his mouth. Alone in the slate grey sky, Superman looks down upon the ocean. There is the one tanker heading for America. Deciding that it was the tanker Lorelei was talking about Superman swoops down on the ship. He flies down to the hull. He grabs the seam and, and with brute Super-Strength rips a great hole. then, like a lava flow, oil begins to gush out of the hole, pouring into the sea. The tanker's captain and crew members are aghast as they watches the destruction.
A terrible oil spill beginning to form. Its dimensions awesome as it gets larger threatening sea life around the tanker. Superman however is blithely unconcerned with it all, flies away from the havoc he has created. He cares little about the chaos but more about his date with the blond he has arranged… thinking to himself an idea occurs to him of maybe adding some spice to his date.
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It is the Webster Penthouse Terrace at twilight and Lorelei is dressed in flimsy low cut white dressing gown unable to stay still. She played with the front of her dress and let out of huff of boredom. How long did it take a superhero to cause some destruction on an oil tanker? She asked herself. Then she heard him getting closer and a slight chill ran down her spine. Oh, wow she was really going to do this then. She frowned as she saw him landing on the terrace… he was not alone. In his arm is a brunette woman, pretty in an American sweetheart kind of way. She was looking around clearly confused at being brought along to such a place.
"Hi there," Lorelei says frowning at seeing Superman with some strange woman.
"Who is she?" Lana asked frowning back at Lorelei.
"Just a friend I made earlier," Superman said casually without care or much feeling. "I thought we might get to know each other." His real meaning behind his sentence was clear for everyone.
Lana was confused, her mind unable to process the rapid turn of events. Lorelei, however, had no such problem. Wow this Superman really was different than from before! And here was Lorelei thinking it was going to be some soft, vanilla lovemaking. Instead, he wanted a full-blown threesome!
"This is sick!" Lana remarked which got Lorelei's attention. "You are one sick son of bitch! I mean what did you think was going to happen here?! It's preserve!" Lorelei yelled at Superman. The scene was odd and confusing and not embarrassing at all. A strange combination if there ever was one. Lorelei looked back at the woman amused as she moved inside the little log cabin and poured herself a glass of champagne. She knew she should be outraged and order Superman to take this local librarian looking woman away, but a wicked part of her mind found it arousing that someone caught them doing this.
"What I thought we could have some fun tonight and explore a new side of our personalities," Superman replied but anyone there could tell he didn't really mean a word of what had just come out of his mouth. The fact that he was saying this while walking into the cabin following Lorelei spoke volumes.
"What is the matter with you?!" Lana looked at him as she followed him inside. He had been acting strange for days now. Cocky, darker, sarcastic, arrogant and a far cry from the noble figure that occupies a space on her son's bedroom wall.
"Maybe I'm just enjoying myself," Superman shrugged before turning back to face Lana. "You didn't seemed to mind the other morning."
So, Superman has been screwing this woman on the side Lorelei realised. Wow the Synthetic Kryptonite worked better than anyone could have imagined. A huge sexy smile spread across her face, and she sauntered over to him. Feeling a little thrill run down her spine she couldn't help but run a finger down his chest. "Quite the little bad boy you are now," she remarked looking at him with playful eyes.
Superman grinned at her running his hand down her back and cupping her ass. "Think you can handle it?" he asked her playfully to which she grinned back. She could feel the air becoming energized between them. But true seduction was a slow process. It was not to be rushed.
Lana looked at the two clearly into each other. She felt sick and used. Just what had happened to her Superman the one who could inspire the whole planet. "I'm gone!" She announced to which Superman turned to her and let go of Lorelei to move towards Lana.
Lorelei watched him with interest as he approached Lana. He moved with a purpose and with a plan. "What do you think you're doing?" Lana asked him, trying to move away, but finding Superman holding her still. His other arm went around her waist, holding her with her back to him. His voice was a hot whisper in her ear.
"Doesn't looking at this blond and everything she is offering just give you all kinds of energy?" He asked as Lorelei smirked at him, but cocked her hips to one side, posing slightly for Lana's benefit.
"No," Lana lied through gritted teeth. She grunted again as Superman forced her arm up a little higher.
"Tell the truth," Superman chastised and Lana grimaced. It was true the woman was beautiful, the kind of beauty that a model in a fashion magazine might process. The place she was standing in was expense with everything screaming money. She had daydreamed once or twice of being in such a place or living such a lifestyle. To be away from all the pressures and struggles of money and keeping a roof over Ricky and her head. She almost envied the woman before her who was probably wearing a white dressing gown that was probably worth more than what Lana made in a year. She was too busy envying the woman to realise that the blond had taken slow steps towards her. When Lorelei's lips made contact with her flesh, one soft kiss, she felt her body throb with need. And glancing in Superman's eyes she found a nothing but lust.
Lorelei pressed more kisses to Lana's neck while watching Superman, teasing him, turning him on. Lana couldn't help but close her eyes and surrendered to the feel of someone's hands on her body other than her own. This was sick! It was so wrong! She was a mother to a child! She shouldn't be engaging in any of this. But she couldn't help but feel her body giving into the feeling the lustful advances the pair were making on her. She was breathing rapidly and the flush from her face wasn't from embarrassment now, but from excitement. Lorelei tilted Lana's head towards her and closed the space between them. She kissed Lana hungrily, driving her tongue into the other woman's mouth.
Watching two absolutely gorgeous women kiss, moan, and writhe against one another would make the average guy as hard a granite. Superman was no different as he observed the escalation of passion between the two women. He could feel how bad they wanted each other. The heat and passion was positively intoxicating as Superman watched the two women kiss before him. Lana had given into her passion like she always did and was now matching Lorelei with her mouth, their tongues duelling for supremacy between their mouths.
Breaking off the kiss for air Lana watched dazed as Superman leaned in and started to make out with the blond woman. How could her life have possibly gotten to this point? She'd never felt interested in other girls before, but this blond was like this force of nature. She moaned softly as Superman held her gripping her waist while Lorelei ran her hands over Lana's breasts. Lana was dimly aware of the pair slowly taking off her clothes and she didn't make a single move to stop the pair seeming enjoy the feeling of being seduced.
Superman undressed next and Lorelei couldn't help but gasp at the sight of his manhood, putting most men to shame without even being erect. She had found that when it comes to size, she craved a bit more than average, and Superman was definitely a bit more than average. A lot bit more. Licking her lips, she knew that Superman and this brunette were watching her every move Lorelei undressed.
Lorelei's body seemed created by divine hands with the sole purpose of achieving perfection. From her long dark hair to her smoky eyes, pouty lips, soft breasts, toned, flat stomach, the supple curves of her hips, down her sexy legs, Superman knew he wanted her in the worst way. As he pushed her down onto the bed until she was flat on her back.
Sensing his hunger for him Lorelei smirked up at him. "What do you want to do to me, Superman?" She challenged, her hands behind her head in a seductive pose. Superman's answer was a sharp thrust, burying his cock into Lorelei's tight pussy to the hilt resulting in a squeal from the woman. Superman intended to devour her and Lana tonight, overwhelmed with impulses that had very little to do with gentleness and much more to do with sheer hunger. Their moves were primitive, but effective, rendering both nearly out of control with lust as they thrust against one another. Feeling a pair of hands touch her Lorelei looked up in surprise as Lana's hands cupped her breasts and worked them roughly until she moaned.
Having never touched a woman before, Lana felt she must have been doing something right. She could feel Lorelei squirming underneath her as she squeezed her breast harder, then every so often pulled at her nipples with two fingers. "Just like that..." Lorelei moaned as Superman slammed into her arching her back upwards, leaving her bare breasts only inches from Lana's face. Lana breathed heavily as she stared at the hard nubs and licked her lips.
Lorelei's hand snaked its way around Lana's head and pressed insistently against her. She was pushed slowly forward until her mouth was almost on top of Lorelei's breasts. "Suck," The blond moaned, half crazed with lust. "Please...suck my breasts..." Lana complied, engulfing the Lorelei's nipple in her mouth as she began sucking and licking. Her hand slipped beneath her legs and Lana masturbated herself as she licked Lorelei's tits.
Moaning in need Lana raised her face towards Lorelei's mouth which opened, and her tongue glided into the mother's mouth. Lana grunted in surprise but wasted no time bringing her own tongue into play. Their lips were so soft against one another as their kiss turned into kisses while Superman continued to thrust inside Lorelei building in ferocity. His thrusts got more and more urgent as he watched women kissed deeply, hungrily, hands taking liberties. He moved his hand and grabbed Lana's ass hard and squeezed, burning from the sound the brunette woman who moaned into Lorelei's mouth.
Lorelei bit her lip as she came hard. Moaning she rolled to one side trying to catch her breath but for Superman he wasn't finished yet grabbing Lana and attacking her mouth to which she retuned full heartedly. Lana's arousal had risen to the point that she was now acting purely on sexual instinct. All she could comprehend was her body's increasing demand to be simply fucked into the ground as he pulled her onto his lap and impaled her with his hard cock. She felt no embarrassment at looking at his eyes, no shy sense that she should look away, that she should submit. There was no point in such an act, as she was about to give him her ultimate submission.
She was so tight around him and so warm and wet. Superman grabbed her ass, palming it with a firm grip. She moaned against him, and he responded in kind as it seemed he was going deeper with each upward motion until suddenly, any control she thought she had disappeared. All she could do was thrust down as hard as possible, fucking him until she felt Lorelei slide up moving behind Lana and grabbing her hips. She begins guiding Lana into a rhythm. It's like she's fucking Superman through me Lana thought. Damn. Now there's a thought. "Christ, woman, speed it up, will ya?" Lorelei slaps Lana's ass hard, urging the brunette to pick up the pace. Moving with her, Lorelei's body is moulded into Lana who can feel her hardened nipples on her back, two small points burning into her. To make her happy Lana begin thrusting faster and, in a few minutes, she was screaming surrender overcome with the lust and Superman pumping into her.
Superman looked at the two beautiful woman lying in each other's arms before him feeling strange. His previous wholesome values and ethics would never had seen him engage in something like this, but it was hard to feel like he had lost something.
"Still got more in the tank?" Lorelei asked him bringing him out of his thoughts.
"He always has," Lana sighed leaning into Lorelei's touch.
Superman smirked a dangerous smile which seemed to now be a trademark these days in her direction. The night was a very long one for all three of them, and each would remember it for the rest of their lifes.