Part One
Part Two

Part Three
The Talon Apartment continued

Jimmy bursts through the door.  “Chloe!” he yells.  No one answers.

“I don’t think anyone’s home,” Lana says as she pulls her key from the lock and closes the door.

Darn it to Heck.  What’s Jimmy going to do now?

“Is there anything I can help you with?”  Lana takes off her jacket and drapes it over the back of the couch.

“No.” Jimmy says.  Maybe he could go through Chloe’s underwear drawer and jerk off with a pair of her panties.  There’s really no other option.  Then a question pops into his head.  “Why do you have a key to Lois and Chloe’s apartment?”

“Oh,” Lana casually kicks off her shoes.  “I used to live here.  I never gave my key back.”  Then she pulls her shirt off over her head.

Hmm.  Something’s going on here that’s a little unusual, but Jimmy can’t figure out what it is.  He eyes Lana over.  He’s never really looked at her before.

“You know,” he says, “you’re kind of pretty in a scrawny, bug-eyed way.”

“Thanks.”  She unzips her pants and drops them to the floor.  “And you’re very attractive… for a dork.  I know we don’t really know each other very well, but would you mind letting me blow you?”

“Why not?”  Jimmy shrugs.  It’ll give him something to do while he figures out where Chloe’s at.

He pushes his pants and underwear down to his ankles and sits on the couch.  Lana kneels on the floor between his legs and takes his cock in her hands.

“Hi, little guy,” she says.

“He’s not too little, is he?” Jimmy asks.  It’s something he’s kind of self-conscious about.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” Lana says as she looks up at him, “but I’m kind of tiny myself.  He’s just the right size for me.”  Then she gives the little guy a friendly peck on the head.

“Cool.”  Jimmy leans back, closes his eyes, and takes a nice deep breath as Lana’s lips surround the tip of his cock.

It’s kind of pleasant how her tongue swirls around the head of his cock as she starts to suck.

Maybe he doesn’t need to find Chloe after all.  Maybe he should just get to know Lana better.  They’re the same size after all.

All of a sudden ‘pleasant’ is the wrong word to describe how it feels as Lana takes more of him into her mouth.  Not that it’s a bad feeling.  But it’s not ‘pleasant.’  It’s more like fucking hot.

Jimmy starts to breathe raggedly as sweat forms on his brow.  His hips jut up.  His dick slides against the soft velvet of her tongue.  Her mouth is so warm and wet.  He likes getting to know this part of her.

She goes down on him even further and then pulls all the way off of him.  Her lips make a popping noise as she breaks the suction.

“Jimmy,” she says as she sits back on her feet, “have you ever heard of tea bagging?”

“Sure,” he says.  “You wanna try it?”

“Yeah.”

He takes off his shoes and then his pants.  Now he’s naked from the waist down, well, except for his socks.

Lana lies down on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table and Jimmy places a knee on either side of her head.  Then he lowers himself down until he can feel her lips envelope one of his balls.

He likes how her tongue tickles as her lips massage and how his cock bumps against her chin.  He can’t think of a better way to pass the time.

He rises up just a bit and lowers himself down again.  Her mouth captures his other testicle.  She’s an equal opportunity sucker.  He respects that about her.

Why hasn’t Jimmy hung out with Lana before?  She’s got some interesting hobbies.  And she’s looking at a side of him he’s pretty sure no one else has seen.

He continues to rise up and down as Lana switches back and forth between his balls.

Yeah, she’s just about the neatest person he’s ever met.

“Jimmy?” she asks as he rises up again.  “You ever try 69?”

“No.”  He looks down at her between his thighs.  “You want to do it now?”

“Sure.  Just hand me a pillow for my head.”

Without getting up, he grabs a pillow off the couch.  Then he helps her take her panties off.

He places his hands on the inside of her knees and spreads her thighs apart.  He likes the contrast of dark hair surrounding pink, glistening flesh.  She smells nice.  She probably tastes nice too.

Here’s another part of Lana he’s getting to know.  It’s just as good as her mouth.

He gives her a long, slow lick, starting at her clit and ending at her taint.  Then he delves into her, flicking his tongue against her hard bud.  She hums in response as she takes him into her mouth.

This is definitely better than Chloe’s ass.

They pick up their pace.  Lana’s fingers dig into his butt cheeks encouraging him to thrust into her.  He laps up her juices and makes happy, gurgling noises.

His cock jerks excitedly, anticipating the orgasm that’s just about to hit him.  When it does it’s like a white light pulsating through him.  There are no thoughts.  It’s just good, old fashioned pleasure.  He revels in it for a moment as Lana sucks him dry.

Then he dives back into the feast in front of him.  His lips slide back and forth.  His tongue probes deeper, harder, faster, until Lana shudders and whimpers softly.

She comes like a lady.  Lana is nothing if not a lady.

“Jimmy,” she says between breaths, “you’re a photographer, right?”

“Yeah,” he answers.  “Do you want me to take some pictures?”

“I’m thinking of art photos,” she says.  “You do know what I mean by ‘art photos,’ don’t you?”

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At that very moment in Metropolis…


Chloe watches in horror as her cell phone vibrates across her desk.

She’s gotten some really strange calls today.  It’s almost as if the world’s gone insane.  She can’t handle it.

And she definitely can’t handle the person who’s calling her now.  What if he’s gone insane too?  What will he say to her?

She’s terrified, but at the same time oddly curious.

At the last possible moment, before the call goes to voicemail, she picks up the phone and flips it open.

“Hey,” she says nervously.

“Chloe!” Clark yelps.  He sounds panicked.  “Something weird is happening.”

“Tell me about it,” she says.


(tbc)