Lana/Martha -- Love From the Dream Woman

DISCLAIMER: Lana Lang and Martha Kent are property of DC/Warner Bros. This story is written for non-profit and is all in fun!
RATED: NC-17
SPOILERS: None

LANA LANG/MARTHA KENT -- RATED NC-17 -- EVENTS OCCUR DURING SEASON FOUR

Lana Lang fell in step to the motions of her routine. Go this way, go that way. It took her a couple of seconds to realize that she was completely alone in the Talon, her ass up in the air, feeling the whiff of cold air as it moved across her cheeks and up her wet hair. It caught her off guard period and she didn't know what to do, until she felt a cold wet hand run its way down her back.

Lana purred a second as the hand massaged her curves, running the length of her spine, down to feet then back up to her ass. She smiled and put her head down.

"Are you enjoying this Lana?" a soft female voice whispered in her ear. Lana nodded her head, letting the hands continue to massage her back. "Are you getting wet yet sweetie?" Lana nodded her head. "Then roll over."

Lana shifted her weight on the counter, allowing her tits to bounce, revealing her already pert tits to Martha Kent. Martha stood half naked, her tits soft yet hard as rock and so far removed from her bra, that all Lana could do was drool over them. In fact, Lana loved them. There had been many nights during her Freshmen year, where she had found herself just looking at them and playing with herself, wishing that Martha was playing with her pussy. She would always tell herself that Martha was taken, but it hadn't been until a year ago that Martha had finger-****ed her brains out.

True, Lana had loved ****ing Chloe Sullivan. The girl had a tongue that would never stop and god, she knew how to work it. In club's, Lana would take the upper hand and make Chloe scream her name numerous times over as she dug into her pussy with that tongue. But her only thoughts were on Martha Kent eating her out.

It was hard fought even when Tina Greer got down on her before she went sadistic. Martha had always been the key to her dreamworld.

Martha pushed Lana's legs open, leaning forward sucking on and nibbling at Lana's tits ever so careful, all the while running her hands up and down Lana's body caressing every inch of it pushing Lana's legs further and further open.

Lana wanted to burst as Martha's tongue danced around her tits, but she tried to hold on. Instead Martha pushed her harder, kissing a line down her stomach, inserting it into her belly button then back down to her legs, which she slowly kissed until she inserted her tongue inside Lana's pussy. Lana jolted from the counter, but Martha held her tightly, squeezing her ass cheeks and pulling her down to the counter much stronger than Lana ever thought possible.

Martha moved her tongue expertly inside Lana's pussy, dancing around in numerous combos that Lana could never keep track of. Instead all she could think to do was howl and scream Martha's name between every attack from Martha's tonuge.

"Oh god, Martha, please don't stop," Lana shouted, spreading her legs even further.

For merely a second, Martha slowed down her pace allowing Lana to catch her breath but before she could react Martha was forcing her tongue in deeper and deeper until Lana vibrated as though a flood gate was being opened. Martha never once removed her mouth from Lana's pussy, sucking all the honey from Lana's pussy that seeped out until she felt she had it all.

Martha pulled back, licked her lips and pulled Lana down from the counter. "It's your turn now, sweetie," Martha said, smiling seductively. All Lana could think about was returning the favor and she was going to one way or another.

Lana grabbed onto Martha's jeans, pulling them forward revealing Martha's cotton panties.

"Do you really wear those?" Lana asked as she reached for them, pulling them off Martha's legs revealing a little bit of red bush.

"I don't wear them when I'm around you," Martha returned, pulling Lana in kissing her hard. Lana returned the kiss and slowly began working her way down Martha's body ravishing her tits, sucking on her nipples as though she were a child, then moving further down her body to play with her pussy.

Lana inserted two fingers and let her tongue do the rest of the work. Martha rocked hard on them as Lana inserted them quicker and quicker and quicker until Martha flooded the counter.

"That was too quick, Miss Lang," Martha said, tossing her back. "I suggest you work that tongue in my pussy."

Lana started again trying her damnest to repeat the same familiar motions that Martha had done upon her own pussy mere moments ago, but failed to even get close. So she tried her own dance allowing her tongue to sweep up and down Martha's pussy then slowly moving forward until it was dancing in her clit. Martha howled at that for the first time until Lana was head first into her pussy.

"Naughty Lana," Martha said, pushing Lana deeper in with her right hand and spanking her ass with the left. Lana wanted to pull back slightly but Martha wouldn't allow it. Martha pushed her in until her tongue allowed the juices to flow in two rushes, which Lana invariably sucked down until she was completely tired. "Next time, Lana, you're working my ass."

Martha slid off the counter, picking up her shirt, sliding it back on.

"But can't we do it, again?" Lana asked, still licking off the rest of the honey from Martha on her lips.

"Tommorow night. Jonathon is going to be wondering where I'm at," Martha returned, straightening up her shirt. "Wear a dress next time, I want easy access. Are we clear?"

Lana nodded her head as she watched Martha slide her jeans on and as it tightened to her figure. Lana couldn't help but smile and think about tommorow night.


LANA/MARTHA -- Chapter Two: The Dance of the Dress -- RATED NC-17

Lana found herself falling into the beat of Martha's steps as she guided Lana around the Talon dancing along to some very musical number. Martha had decked herself out since Jonathon had left for town for about three days and Clark was in Metropolis doing whatever it was he was doing. Martha had dressed herself up, a red dress that allowed her cleavage to be flaunted just enough to be tasteful but not enough for Lana's wetness to kick in.

Lana on the other hand had opted for a mini-skirt that rode up her ass, allowing her two cheeks to dance freely on the outside, some black thong panties that were riding up her ass confining her movements somewhat and a lacy black bra. Martha had actually entered her room before Lana could pull on a top to cover the lacy black bra. Martha grabbed the top instantly and tossed it across the room.

"No extra clothing," Martha said, grabbing her hand and pulling her down to the Talon. The Talon was empty as usual - Martha was pulling another late shift as she liked to tell people. "Sweetie, dance with me."

Lana couldn't deny Martha. There was always something about this woman that she couldn't put her finger on. Martha pulled Lana in, allowing both of their tits to press together. Lana knew from that single moment alone Martha wasn't wearing a bra and it gave her a tingling sensation.

Martha guided Lana's hand down her back to the horizon, where he hand could easily squeeze any of her cheeks if she wanted to, but Lana chose not to, but Martha on the hand chose to pulling Lana in that much closer.

Lana was looking Martha dead in the eye, smiling all the while as they danced.

"Sweetie, are you wearing panties?" Martha asked, examining Lana's face. Lana nodded. "Now, why would you do that?"

"Wanted to do something special for you," Lana returned, massaging the fine lines of Martha's back, feeling the velvet attached to Martha's body.

"That's sweet, Lana, but take them off," Martha demanded as her squeezed Lana's two cheeks tightly.

"I want you to do it," Lana replied, politely. Martha kissed Lana hard on the mouth sending mixed messages to Lana's little body. She didn't know whether to scream, shout, or melt.

"Okay, sweetie," Martha said bending down, still holding onto Lana's ass cheeks and allowing her hadns to run up the confines of her skirt until she found the thong panties. With her two index fingers, they entered the fabric allowing Martha's red fingernails to scratch Lana's flesh ever so carefully. Lana moaned as the thong fell to her feet. "Kick them off."

Lana lifted her legs and Martha pulled them off. With her free hand, she still held onto Lana's right ass cheek, but with the other she sniffed Lana's thong. "I love the smell of you, Lana."

"And I do you," Lana said.

"Can we take this upstairs?" Lana asked once more trying to be polite to her new lover.

"If you want...but I want you to take everything off," Martha said, pulling down Lana's skirt without hestitation reavealing an already dripping pussy. Lana removed her bra without a thought allowing it to drop to the floor.

A part of Lana wanted to cover herself, but Martha quickly ceased all thoughts within Lana's mind as her tongue forced its way into Lana's mouth. Lana moaned as it their tongues danced together in a familiar dance. Lana could taste the apple pie that Martha had made. Tasted sweet in her mouth....

Martha spanked Lana's ass pushing her up the stairs as quickly as she could make the younger woman move. Lana shook her ass ever so carefully giving Martha the full view.

Once they were in the room, the two began to grab each other tightly squeezing and fondling every able area they could touch. Lana ran her tongue over Martha's already taut nipples through the very fabric of the dress making Martha moan like a little school girl. Martha quickly took action, pushing Lana onto the bed turning Lana into her submissive prey.

Lana smiled as Martha pushed open Lana's legs but she let her mouth take over kissing every inch of her leg, ever so carefully passing over her pussy, then coming back rocking Lana hard. Lana wanted to burst on contact but Martha played with Lana's pussy ever so lightly.

"Martha," Lana said for the first time since she had been around the woman. "Eat me out, please."

Martha pushed her tongue in hard this time, repeating a number of motions that Lana once again found herself having trouble keeping track of but it was enough to have cause a floodgate onto the sheets. Martha stopped.

"You came to early," Martha said. "Turn over so I can spank you."

Lana struggled with herself and climbed up sticking her ass up in the air.

Martha started off ever so softly with her smacks to Lana's ass, but quickly found herself hitting Lana's ass harder and harder. Lana moaned at every hit as her ass got redder and redder by the second.

After a few moments, Martha stopped and began to massage Lana's ass cheeks before allowing her tongue to re-enter Lana's pussy. Lana rocked at once unleashing her honey onto Martha's mouth. Martha smiled and pushed Lana back down onto the bed.

"Now, it's your turn," Martha said, pulling her skirt up to reveal a now shaven pussy. Martha pulled Lana forward and sat on her face. Lana let her tongue go into overdrive, dancing within the confines of the Martha's pussy. Martha squeezed her tit, toying her nipple as Lana's tongue continued its dance.

Lana had learned quickly how to please her lover and she wasn't going to stop until she had some sugar with her honey. With a surprising effort, Lana pushed her tongue into a dance similar to Martha's yet very much her own that it made Martha howl ungodly names. For the first time since she had known Martha the word ***** had been screamed across the room and Lana was loving it!

Without much effort, Martha unleashed two floods into Lana's mouth but Lana wasn't done.

"Let me spank you, Martha," Lana said, still licking away at Martha's pussy. Martha moved off Lana and stuck her ass out. Lana grabbed a belt that she had left on the floor and began smacking away at Martha's ass. Martha howled with each hit and became wetter and wetter. Unlike Martha though Lana wasn't playing easily. She let the belt go back all the way until it struck Martha as hard as she could. Martha's ass cheeks were instantly red and Lana was loving it.

She stopped without much effort and found herself just sticking her head back in Martha's pussy. Martha moaned and screamed Lana's name once more as a huge flood of honey was unleashed into Lana's mouth.

At that Martha collapsed on the bed, pulling Lana down into her arms kissing her hard.

"Next time can we do it your room?" Lana asked Martha puzzled.

"We will, promise," Martha said, kissing her deeper and once again making Lana that much wetter.