And fallen to the stone floor in a tumble.
Picking himself up, it took a just a second to deduce the reason for his sudden loss of his super powers. The portal was built from green, glowing kryptonite on the inside and he had failed to see its luminescence as he approached. Breaking out in a sweat, he realized that he could not go back the way he came. As he distanced himself from the arch, he found his powers returning as he moved beyond the reach of the radiation. He determined then that he must break through a wall to escape the temple, for each of the great egresses on the six walls of the central nave were built of the same deadly material. But when he drew nearer to the walls, he felt his strength draining out of him, and it was then that he knew that the walls themselves were lined with kryptonite. He was trapped in a giant box of kryptonite!
Superman realized that he been lured to this spot by the very people he was trying to thwart in their plans to dominate the universe. The Outlaws of Zinn and Lex Luthor were again on the same side in a pact to subjugate earth.
Superman stood back and tried to focus his telescopic vision on earth to see what was happening there in his absence. What would become of his secret love Lois Lane without his protection? She was his first concern, and, as his vision found her going about her daily life, his concern grew immensely, for he knew that already a great deal had befallen her since he had stupidly flown into the blue and left her at the mercy of his enemies, who would want nothing better than to use her to hurt him.
Lois lay on the verge of wakefulness. She had not slept well the night before and she couldn't fully wake up now. Perry had not, well, done it to her the day before. He had had to beg off in order to spend the evening with his grey-haired wife. At first, Lois had felt cheated, but she calmed herself, telling herself that she would have to put up with such things as long as she was having an affair with a married man. And then she had berated herself. Wasn't it wrong, very wrong, to have an affair with a married man, to sleep with another woman's husband, these four, no, five times with last week. Five times her pussy had been plundered by Perry's rock-hard cock! Five times! But five times was not really a heavy sex life, was it? So then why was she coming to crave this older man's loving so much?
Lois lay in that twilight zone between consciousness and sleep and images of a strong, dark-haired man dressed in a tight, blue leotard flashed through her dreams.
Jimmy Olsen walked quietly up the hall toward Lois's apartment. As he carefully and silently slipped his credit card between the door and the jamb to slip the latch, Lois slept naked on her bed. He moved through the apartment he had sneaked into on more than one occasion, going to where he knew she would be sleeping.
Jimmy gave a quiet sigh at the sight of her beautiful body displayed so innocently in sleep. To make sure she really wasn't awake, he whispered her name at a volume that would have got the attention of anyone who was awake, but she didn't move. He stood there, wondering if he should wake her up, tell her he had seen her fucking Perry in the editor's office, and coerce her-as little as possibly necessary-into putting her body at his disposal for the next hour, before getting dressed and going down to the Daily Planet. He stood there, nearly salivating at the sight of her body, the crevice of her ass, the creamy-skinned, flowing columns of her legs, the graceful expanse of her back, the buttery sweep of her dark brown hair. It was a pity to have to wake her, and then he had an idea. Carefully, he unbuckled his belt.
Superman, billions of miles away, ground his teeth in frustration as he saw Jimmy steal into the room, pause to gape at the girl's lovely nakedness, and then begin to undress. His eyes grew wide with horror as he began to understand what the young black man had in mind. He saw Jimmy bare his trim, fit body. Superman had had no idea how well-built his black colleague was. And the enormous penis that sprang forth from the curly wool of his crotch filled him with dread for the Lois, for there was no doubt that he meant to do to Lois what was most natural to any healthy man like Jimmy, what he himself and Perry had already done. It was of abnormal size, as hard and big and slightly curved like a large cucumber, and just about as long, it seemed, dark and glossy and gnurled with twisting, purple veins and crowned with a flaring, mushroom-like head whose flanges spread to well over two and a half inches. Standing there with that awesome instrument jutting out massively into the room, he looked a bit like a small boy endowed with a grown man's penis, so out of proportion was it in comparison average body size. With horror, Superman saw the large hole in the end of Jimmy's cock, pink-lipped, where a clear drop of liquid appeared and expanded until it stretched and hung from the tip in a long string of slippery goo that swung back and forth from the knob when he took his steps toward the bed.
Superman saw Jimmy crawl onto the bed behind the slumbering, sweet-bodied girl, his leaking prick trailing a string of slime across the bedspread, and lie behind her. Reaching out, he touched her shoulder softly, reverently, and then ran his fingertips slowly down her waist to the curve of her hip. Lois stirred, rubbing her soft cheek on her arm where it lay, and, to Superman's dismay, stayed asleep. He was hoping she would awake, discover her visitor, and resist Jimmy's unsolicited attentions, but she remained solidly within the dream that seemed to be keeping a contented half-smile on her face.
Jimmy could not believe the soft perfection of her skin. She stirred slightly at his touch, softly murmured, "Oh, Superman!" and stayed obligingly asleep. Her body was the most beautiful thing he had ever touched, warm and smooth and tender, and he reached over her and palmed her large breast and felt the pink nipple respond immediately to the light pressure of his fingers. His lips brushed over her shoulder, her back, and the fragrant round cushions of her buttocks. She was divine, she smelled divine.
Pressing ahead, putting his face close to her bottom, Jimmy gently pushed his fingers into the cleft of her buttocks, searching for the orifices he knew would bring her, and him, pleasure within a few moments. He found her anus, that tiny, puckered, hole with its pink halo, and he held her asscheeks apart so he could watch it twitch in innocent reaction as he blew his warm breath across it. And just a fraction of an inch away he found the moist slit of her vagina between the furry, fat labia. When he lifted her upper thigh, the moist, pink lips of her cunt flowered open, and he could not refrain from running one of his fingers directly through that opening and deeply into the warm, wet, feminine channel beyond, feeling the tight, moist, silky passage gripping him instinctively. Slowly, he shuttled his finger back and forth in her slippery cuntal grasp, until the juices flowed and began to soak the whole tender, hairy area. He found the red clitoris and worked it carefully, gently, while the sensitive bud of flesh puffed up and emerged from its hooded sheath, and he found her automatically raising her upper leg to give him easier access to that sensitive area.
Tiny moans began issuing from her throat and she uttered Superman's name once again. Jimmy laughed to himself at the thought that in her dream she was making love to Superman while in reality it would be his, Jimmy's, cock that was fucking her sweet, young pussy. He began to stroke that mammoth penis, which throbbed with a rhythmic beat, a huge black prong like a tree's branch growing from his loins. Before Superman's horrified telescopic view the head flared like the hood of an angry cobra ready to strike, the hole in the end blooming and oozing more clear, viscous liquid.
Though in another galaxy, Superman could see as clearly as if he were there. He sprang up and ran around the Temple of Karamo in desperation while Jimmy, his friend and colleague at the Daily Planet, moved up behind the unsuspecting girl, who still hovered on the fringe of wakefulness. He lifted her upper leg and dropped it over his hip, laying the broad, blunt tip of the gigantic black shaft between the spread lips of her pussy.