Date: Sun, 6 Aug 2006 15:56:13 -0700
From: "Ronald K. Fortaleza, Jr." <stonefeet@hotmail.com>
Subject: SMALLVILLE: A NEW BEGINNING-PART 6

Ladies and gentlemen, I have returned with the latest in the Smallville
series of stories.  Just to let you all know, if you are underage, live
where it is unlawful to read this type of story, or find the notion of
women in love with each other objectionable, then do us a favor and leave
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infringement is in- tended, whatsoever. I repeat, the following characters
are property of DC Comics, WB TV, Tollin-Robbins Productions, and Gough
Millar Ink, so therefore again, no copyright infringement is intended. Any
further questions? If not, then let us resume where we left off, shall we?

SMALLVILLE: A NEW BEGINNING-PART 6

by Keith

Jonathan Kent was dying. Everyone knew it, and the those closest to him
were about to experience the passing at first hand.

The doctor at the hospital was present when Martha and Lana returned with
Clark. He informed them that his time was nearing its end.
Martha suggested that Clark go and see him for one final time before he
expired so he rushed into his father's hospital room without delay.

Once inside, Clark was shocked by he looked when his father lay in his
death bed. He was aged and sickly, weakened by the course of the disease
he was afflicted with and how quickly it had sapped his remaining
strength. Father and son looked at each other into each other's eyes with
Clark standing
before the bed with Jonathan still laying in it under the covers.

"Clark......'bout time you showed up.....t'pay yer final respects....."

Jonathan weezed as he coughed as proof of the disease preparing to finish
him at last.

"Dad, don't talk now...."begged Clark softly as he walked over to his
right side and seated himself next to him. The day was perfect for his
passing, but Clark was unprepared to endure what would follow next as he
tried to give his father some much needed last minute comfort.

The men looked at each other for a long silent moment until finally....

"Clark, I always knew you were brought to us more than a quarter of a
century ago...."

"Dad, I know, but you need to rest now...."

"No, son....hear me out. I've been wanting to tell you how you came to us
and that you were put upon this planet for a great mission in this life
so I'm thankful I have the final chance to see you up close and personal,
face to face for one last time, son...."

The old farmer was wise beyond his years and Clark knew it, but he didn't
want his father to speak anymore for fear that he might die on the spot,
but Jonathan was determined to have his say to his one and only child
before he had to cross over into eternity.

"You made me and your mother proud, son. I'll never forget that and I
will always remember you for it, Clark. You excelled at everything during
the last 25 years of being on this planet with me and your mother, but
now, it's gonna be time for me to go....to take that stairway to heaven."

"Dad, don't talk anymore, please", begged Clark as he clutched his
father's hand with his own. Jonathan knew in his heart that his son
wanted him to die quietly and peacefully, but he had just one thing he
needed to impart unto his son.

"Clark?...."

"Yeah, Dad?....."

"Take care of your mother and Lana after I'm gone, will ya?"

"I-I will Dad. I will. I promise you that...."replied Clark as he held
onto his father's hand as they both looked at each other into each
other's eyes.

"Clark....."

"Yeah, Dad?"

"Y-yer mother told me everything.... she and Lana......she told me
everything about her relationship with Lana and everything else so it's
alright, Clark....it's alright..... and Clark...."

"Y-yes, Dad?"

"I love you, son....."

"I love you, too, Dad...."

Tears were welling up in his eyes as Clark knew that the time had finally
arrived for Jonathan to ascend the Stairway to Heaven.

"Take care of your mother and Lana for me will ya?"

"I will, Dad. I will...."

And with his dying breath, Jonathan slumped into his bed under the covers
and passed away....as quietly and as calmly as he knew how.....

Seeing his father finally gone before his eyes, Clark, overcome with
grief, slumped on top of his now dead father and wept pitifully as the
sun was nearing its zenith outside.

As Clark was weeping into his father's deceased husk, the door had
opened. Bruce, Diana, and Lois entered and upon seeing him weeping for
his father, Lois was too shocked to say anything else. The three stood
before him as they watched him bemoan his father's death for as long as
they could until Bruce walked up to him and placed his hand upon Clark's
shoulder.

"Clark, your father's dead....and I'm sorry for you....but we need for
you to leave him now so that the doctor can make sure his death has been
properly pronounced."

Clark had managed to stop crying long enough to look up to see Bruce
standing over him in a comforting manner. However, he was in no mood to
be told what to do now, especially that his father had passed on in the
hospital after he had a chance to say good-bye to him.

"Bruce, I need to be alone with him if you would please...."

"I'm sorry, Kent, but you need to leave him now!"

"I can't Bruce! I still need to be here with him. Just call the doctor to
have him come in here and please take Lois outside with you and Diana...I
need a moment!"

"I'm sorry, Clark, but you need to leave the room right now. Don't you
dare  make me have to knock you out!"

Bruce was adamant, demanding that Clark do as he was told, but still he
was in no mood to comply which left the three of them with no other
option.

"Clark, please....Bruce wants you to leave because the doctor's outside
waiting to come in...."

"He's outside right now?"

"Yes, he is, silly....", replied Lois as she extended his hand out to
him.

Reassured with Lois's words, he reluctantly took her by the hand and
allowed her to escort him out of the room with the Bruce and Diana. True
enough, the doctor was outside the room with Martha, Lana, her parents,
and Alfred.

"I need to get inside to see if he's really passed away....no offense",
said the attendant physician as he quickly walked into the room with the
nurses and staff.

Meanwhile.....

The First Bank of Kansas was about to be robbed. It was already 4:30 in
the afternoon, a hald hour before closing time, and the President was
already getting ready to go home for the evening when suddenly.....

A quartet of masked and heavily armed people stormed inside and fired
whatever firepower they were able to carry into the ceiling,startling
everyone inside.

"This is a stick up! Don't anybody move....or else!" yelled the leader as
the others methodically and quickly set out to work.

The stormed behind the counters and rushed to the bank vault with the
guard too terrified to resist as he frantically opened the safe door so
that the three other perpetrators could rush inside and pilfer whatever
currency was on hand. They had to work quickly for the sheriff would be
on her way over here because one of the tellers managed to press a secret
emergency alarm button under her counter. It was a silent alarm, but the
situation was intensifying by the minute. Finally, the four thieves, glad
to steal what they came to the bank to steal, made good their escape just
as the sheriff and her deputies arrived at the scene. Fortunately, one
squad car gave chase as the others remained behind to process the crime
scene and to see if anyone needed any emergency medical attention.

"Sheriff Adams," yelled the President of the bank as he rushed towards
her."You just missed them! All four of them raced down the street out of
town!"

"Thanks....", the sheriff's walkie talkie went off around her waist as
she promptly picked it up to answer it.

"Yeah, go ahead, deputy...."

She listened as the squad car in pursuit of the getaway car informed her
that he need back-up right away which prompted her and the remaining
deputies to take their leave and join in the chase.

Down the highway outside of town, the squad car with Detective Sawyer
riding shotgun with the deputy aimed her gun outside the window in the
hopes of blowing out one of the tires of the getaway car in front of
them. She managed to get out one or two shots until one of the thieves
opened fire on the squad car's tires with a machine gun.

The bullets hit their mark as the two front tires were blown away,
forcing the squad car in pursuit to skid out of control and detour off
the road and down into the Elbow River, with Sawyer and the deputy making
their escape from the vehicle just in time as it crashlanded into the
water of the flowing stream of water. As they saw the car sink to the
bottom of the river, they looked at each other in disbelief as they heard
the sound of back-up arriving too late to do anything more about
it....for the moment!


Meanwhile.....

Everyone was at the Kent farm inside the house as they all tried to
console Martha who was seated in her easy chair. They took turns offering
their condolences as Alfred helped out around the house. It was also at
this time that Bruce found Clark outside on the front porch looking out
onto the landscape just as the sun was beginning to set.

There was silence between the two young men of 25 as Bruce approached
Clark from behind as he placed his hand upon his right shoulder. Clark
was still too traumatized and grief stricken to say much of anything else
so it was Bruce who did the talking.

"Look, Kent. I know this is rough for you...and your mother, but you
should be thankful you had him for the last 25 years of your life on this
Earth while as for me....I know I'll never be able to see any of my
parents again....ever."

There was silence as Clark looked at Bruce ruefully until he had this to
say to him.

"What happened to your mom and dad was no accident, I can understand
that. In fact, I was the first to hear of the news of your parents'
murders when I was younger, but to be on the safe side, how old were you
when your parents were both murdered?"

"I was 8-years old when that happened, Clark. Why did you want to be
certain?"

"Because I was an 8-year old kid when my father sat down in his easy
chair to read the paper after a hard day's work out in the fields. That's
when I heard him yell it out to my mother the news of your parents...it
was frontpage news on the local paper."

"Really?"

Clark nodded to Bruce as he returned his gaze out into the horizon until
he was in sight of something that made his heart melt: a hardwood tree
with a tire swing on an outlying branch with a house perched atop it.

"That place has some special significance to you, doesn't it?"

"C'mon, Bruce, I'll take you to it which'll be better than just tellin'
you about it", told Clark to him as they both walked off the front porch
and made their way towards the tree with the tire swing on its branch and
the house perched on top of it.

Inside....

Martha was alone inside the bedroom she shared with her late husband as
she sat on the bed, reminiscing about the times they had in it. She began
missing her husband deeply and was in need of some instant comfort when
she heard a knock on the door.

"Yes, who is it?"

"It's me, Martha...."

"Come on in, Lana", bade the girl outside the door as it opened to reveal
Lana who had her hair done up in a half updo.

"I just came in to see how you were holding up, Martha. You need anything
else before I go back down to the front room?"

The older woman thought for a moment and then....

"Lana, close the door behind you and lock it, will ya?"

The younger woman knew what she meant by that as she did as she was told
as quickly as possible before she took her place on the bed with the
older woman she loved very, very much. As they sat next to each other,
they looked into each other's eyes all dreamily and lustily as Lana
caressed Martha's left cheek with her left hand.

"I know what you want, Martha, and I know what you need", implored Lana
beseechingly as her eyes gave off an innocent doeyness to them. Both
ladies knew what they wanted from each other as they looked into each
other's eyes before finally taking each other into each other's arms and
kissing while they embraced. Their lust for one another was about to be
satiated yet again, but they stopped for a moment to look into each
other's eyes once more.

"Lana, I need to ask you something before we continue to surrender to our
desires."

"Yes, Martha, what is it?"

"Will you marry me, Lana Lang?"

Upon hearing the Widow Kent propose marriage to her, she smiled with
tears in her eyes as she replied to her....

"Yes, Martha Jane Kent. I will marry you."

With the good news outweighing the heartbreak, they took to hugging and
kissing anew until they stopped for just a moment longer.

"Lana, what's wrong?"

"Martha, I needed to ask you....have you already stopped wearing panties
under your trousers?"

Martha, turned on by that question, replied to Lana, wickedly, "y-y-yeah
Lana....I hope you stopped wearing underpants under your skirt."

Lana nodded lustily to Martha as they kissed each other once more until
they stopped.

"Martha, remember I told I knew what you wanted and needed?"

"Yes, I remember, Lana. What did you exactly have in mind?"

"Just lay back and relax...."said Lana as she gently pushed Martha on her
back on the bed just as she slowly slid down to the zipper area of her
trousers.

She deftly unzipped the pants, pulled down the zipper, and pulled out
Martha's erecting penis just as it was stiffening before her eyes.

"Well, hello there Jenny Girl", said to her older fiance's cock as she
wasted no time in taking it into her mouth and slowly bobbing her head up
and down on it. She bobbed back up until her tongue was within range of
the tip of Martha's cock. With a tight liplock upon the head of Martha's
penis, Lana worked her tongue, flicking it back and forth upon the
opening of the sex organ which sent Martha into a rush of ecstacy as she
she tensed up and shivered, moaning and groaning loudly....loudly enough
for it to be heard in the front room.

Down in the front room, Alfred could only look up towards the stairs and
shake his head in disbelief and sorrow, thinking that the widow of the
manor was still in the throes of mourning.

"Oh dear, she must really be suffering at this point, wouldn't you agree,
Mistress Lois...."

He turned to look, but only to see her and Diana gone from his presence.

"Oh, well, everyone must be in need of some comforting,wouldn't you say
so, Alfie ol' boy?"

The butler commented to himself as he fixed himseld a cup of tea and made
himself at home in the front room of the Kent house.

Back upstairs, Lana was busily fellating her soon to be lady-husband as
Martha relaxed on her back on her bed with her arms outstretched with her
eyes closed.

She gasped, "ohhhhLanaaa......."

Martha gasped again as she was nearing an orgasm until......

At that moment! She erupted like Mt. St. Helen's Volcano, spewing creamy
semen from out of her penis and up into Lana's eagerly awaiting mouth.
The younger woman moaned with her eyes closed as she tried to keep her
tight liplock on her older fiance's cock, even as streams and streams of
creamy and gooey white spunk gushed out of her mouth and onto her
trousers and the bed sheets.

"Ohhhh Lana......"moaned Martha satisfactorily as her semen continued to
burst and spray its consistency out of Lana's mouth. After a moment, when
Martha had finished ejaculating, Lana reared her head back up and
struggled for breath until at last she looked down at Martha who was
still lying on her back on the bed.

"Why, Martha, I hope you can fuck my pussy as well I sucked you off",
cooed Lana as she lifted her mini denim skirt to reveal her naked vagina
before impaling herself up on top of Martha, allowing her penis to be
inserted inside of her young and no longer so innocent birth canal.

And from that moment on, Lana began rubbing her pussy to and fro upon
Martha's crotch as the older woman hung on for dear life with her hands
upon her naked hips!

Meanwhile....

Clark and Bruce were reclining against the tree on either side of it as
they reminisced some more until the conversation arrived upon the dream
Bruce had been having since before his parents had died violently.

"Clark, that tree you showed me just now....it was in that exact dream I
was having about meeting you...and Diana out in the park when we were
kids."

"Really, Bruce?"

"Yes, Kent. You were in the dream with me and Diana out in the park
and...."

"Bruce, let's not talk anymore about dreams and coincidences and such
because the lady of the house is in need of my help and....."

All of a sudden, Clark could hear an approaching squad car off in the
distance as it neared the Kent farm.

"You hear something, Kent?"

"Just a squad car from the sheriff's office downtown", said Clark as he
got up and began walking back towards the house.

"I'll join you", said Bruce as he quickly followed him in the direction
he was headed.

He was right. Sheriff Adams and Detective Sawyer stopped by to see how
Martha was holding up as they both got out of the car and had a look
around.

"Hello, anybody home?!", shouted Maggie, loud enough for Diana and Lois
to peer out from the hayloft....with their clothing barely covering each
other.

"I see you two ladies decided to engage in a little hanky-panky", yelled
Sheriff Adams to the women who had just finished making love to each
other in the hayloft.

"Anything we can do for you, Sheriff?", yelled Clark as he and Bruce had
arrived from the tree where they were sitting at in deep discussion about
the events of the day.

"Nah, just wanted to see how yer mom was doin'. I heard your dad died and
I'm sorry 'bout that, Clark."

"Thanks, Sheriff," said Clark as Bruce was about to make himself known.

"Hi, I'm Bruce Wayne from Gotham City and you must be...."

"Sheriff Adams, Mr. Wayne and this here is Maggie Sawyer who's here on
official police business from Metropolis."

Immediately, Clark knew who she was as Maggie exchanged a glance at him
with barely a word in edgewise.

"Say, Kent, if you see flyboy, tell him I need to have a word with him
about his showboating antics, if you don't mind."

"I'll personally see that he does, Detective, so what's this about with
you and the sheriff?"

"We need to talk indoors", said Sheriff Adams as they all went inside the
house just as the sun was beginning to set outside.


"There's been a bank robbery earlier this afternoon", announced the
sheriff to everyone present as they all sat down inside the front room to
listen to what she had to say.

"Do you know who could've pulled this off, sheriff?", asked Lana
perplexedly to the sheriff, but neither of them had any easy answers.

"Look, what we do know is that the two escaped criminals who fled from
Metropolis on their way to prison may have had something to do with it as
well as that club downtown."

"What club, sheriff?"

"About a few weeks ago, an adult establishment just opened its doors
downtown. I dunno how or why, but we're gonna get to the bottom of it
because there have been some reports of some major meth dealing coming
from the club and that there had been some underage kids from the local
high school frequenting that club in the hopes of scoring some  dope
among other things."

"Like what exactly?"

"The rumors of prostitution and overdoses have been running rampant since
it opened and just recently I've got a feeling that that club had
something to do with the bank robbery earlier today."

"What's the club's name, Sheriff?", asked Bruce.

"If you can get it, it's named Stink E. Cheez's Adult Nightclub and Pizza
Parlor. The signs are out on the open. Y'can't miss it."

Bruce turned to Clark with an idea in his head so he motioned silently
for him to follow him outside. As the young men and Alfred excused
themselves from the front room, the ladies were just left to themselves
and each other as Lana had something else in mind.

"Now that the boys are gone, why don't we have a little size comparison
and contrast between us ladies", proposed Lana to the women present in
the living room.

"What kind of comparison and contrast, Miss Lang?", asked the sheriff.

Lana turned to Martha who immediately knew what Lana was up to so she
stood up, spread her legs apart and drew down the zipper of her trousers
to the amazement of the ladies present in the house with her. She then
pulled out her penis which was hanging flaccidly and limp for all the
women to see. Lois was amazed by what she was seeing, but it was Diana
who was more than dumfounded as she looked to Lois for an explanation.

"Lois, you don't mean I have to...."

"Just do it, Diana and humor Lana,will ya?"

Diana did as she was asked as she stood up, unzipped her black
formfitting jeans and pulled out her own cock for the ladies to see.
Seeing what Martha and Diana had done, the sheriff and Maggie Sawyer
obliged them as they too unzipped their pants and pulled out their own
penises! They were busily marvelling at each other's endowments when Lana
and Lois had another idea in mind for them all.

"Why don't you ladies start stroking yourselves to see who can become
erect the quickest?", proposed Lana as the four older women complied with
their collective request.

Diana stood in front of Martha as she stroked herself which inspired the
older woman to do the same as all four of them began stroking their own
cocks! It didn't take them long for their individual penises to harden
and lengthen to about 9 inches each! They took turns marvelling at each
other's cock sizes and lengths as they gushed and went ooh and ah to each
other as Lois and Lana sat down on the couch before them as they watched
them continue to stroke each other. It was a good thing that the guys
were out of the house as both Lois and Lana read each of the older
women's mind to see what they were lusting about. They continued to
stroke their own cocks with smiles across their faces until Lois and Lana
got down on their knees and took turns fellating the four ladies. It took
awhile, but the younger women had managed to satisfy the four women
completely as they all lay on the floor of the front room inside the farm
house in a sort of nap.

Meanwhile....

Clark, Bruce, and Alfred made it to the front of Stink E. Cheez's inside
an unmarked car. Alfred was at the wheel with the necessary equipment
ready for a possible top secret surveillance that was to happen tonight.

"Master Bruce, I do hope you and Master Clark know what you two are
doing", implored Alfred as the younger men finished disguising themselves
as dirty old men before departing to do a little investigation on their
own.

"We'll both be fine, Alfred. Just listen in and record what we see and
hear inside the club, got it?"

"Yes, Master Bruce", said Alfred worriedly as he saw them both depart
from the car and walk towards the entrance of Stink E. Cheez's.

The fun was about to begin earnest....

TO BE CONTINUED

If you have any questions or comments, please email me at
stonefeet@hotmail.com and I will see if I can help you out with them. So
until then, this is Keith over and out and bye for now.