Sexual Kryptonite 2
by  Jpc900 cornishrugby@aol.com
Volume II: The Power of Innocence


Chapter One

We find Superman exactly where we left him, standing alone outside his secret
training center, hands on his hips, staring up at the pale aquamarine sky. His
face, still strong and handsome, wears a clearly troubled expression, his brow
furrowed with worry.

He is indeed troubled, as he ponders the mysteries he has recently discovered,
and the paradox of his own immense strength and hidden weakness. Since
arriving on Earth as an infant, his power has been unrivalled. As a toddler,
he could lift automobiles over his head; as a teenager, he tossed train cars
around for exercise, lifting many tons of steel as easily as a normal man
lifts an empty suitcase. As his powers matured, he found his strength nearly
limitless: he could endure the most damaging bullets and the most violent
explosions, he could stop comets and meteors in their tracks, and he could
defeat the most villainous of villains.

Yet somehow he had missed something. His life had been rich and full, and he
had found deep satisfaction in his heroic work to save the planet - but also
in his more mundane chores as a reporter at the Daily Planet, hiding behind
his Clark Kent alter-ego. Living as a normal man, he had found deep and
rewarding relationships with his friends and co-workers, from Jimmy Olsen and
Perry White - his contentious but somehow lovable managing editor - to Lois
Lane, the once-and-future love of his life.

But something had indeed been missed. Lois was beautiful, dark and mysterious,
with eyes that left him fumbling for words, heart racing in his chest. For the
most part, however, it was a platonic sort of affection. He wanted her - loved
her perhaps - but kept her at a distance, standing on a pedestal. She was a
friend and a partner, a symbol of all that is beautiful and good on his
adopted world.

Yet he did not lust after her - or at least he did not allow himself such
emotions. In fact, his sexuality was what had been neglected all his life, the
one facet of his existence he had ignored. Who has time for love and lust when
there are arch-villains to defeat and worlds to save...

He had ignored his very ... human ... needs for all of his life.

And now those needs had surfaced, his desire for the pleasures of the flesh,
his human need to hold a woman, to have her in every way a man could have a
woman.

It had begun when Kara arrived, an immigrant from Argo , sister planet to his
native Krypton. She shared his origins and his powers ... but it was more than
that. Though just a teenager, there was something about her, a sparkle in her
eyes, an aura of mystery and determination about her ... something that drove
him crazy.

As she began her metamorphosis into Supergirl, he tried to ignore his growing
desire for the girl. But today that desire had escaped, his lust had grown
wings and flown out of his heart, and she had discovered his desire - a desire
that he had kept hidden even from himself.

A desire that was now his greatest weakness, his mortal vulnerability.

Chapter Two

When his strength at last returned, Superman took to the skies, flying higher
and higher up above the white lace of the summer clouds. He drifted slowly,
looking down at the blue and green planet he loved, contemplating the
situation he faced.

His lust had finally awakened and he could feel it still, a burning desire
aching to be quenched. Should he explore this new feeling, find a way to
satiate his new hunger... Yet it was a weakness ... when his lust rose and grew
his strength diminished. Was he even capable of being with a woman... Was this
lust like Kryptonite - would it slowly weaken him, perhaps even killing him in
the end... How could he defeat the forces of evil if his secret became known...
Could he trust young Kara to keep it a secret forever...

Ah, Kara! Visions of her filled his mind. Her pale, flawless skin, bright
eyes, the way her blond hair fell on her shoulders like cascading gold. Her
body, so petite and trim and slender, her young breasts small but firm,
nipples pink and swollen ...

Superman felt himself suddenly weaken, his flight slowing as gravity pulled at
him. He shook his head side to side, violently, trying to clear his mind. Just
the thought of his young apprentice filled him with lust and diminished his
powers!

He gritted his teeth fiercely. Something had to be done about this.

Right now.

He looked down, scanning the ground with his hawk-like vision, searching for a
place to be alone for a few moments. There - a small farmhouse and barn, next
to a burbling creek, situated at the end of long dusty dirt road.

Perfect.

He streaked downwards in a blur of blue and red, determined to face his demons
once and for all.

He landed with a whoosh of air, looking around carefully. The farmhouse was
quiet, deserted.

Superman strode quickly into the barn and slid the heavy wooden door closed
behind him.

It was time to deal with this, once and for all!

Chapter Three

Just a few miles away - at the other end of that very same dusty dirt road - a
dilapidated school bus was trundling along slowly, creaking and swaying side
to side. Inside were just two people. At the front of the bus sat the driver,
a bitter, middle-aged crone of woman, her face lost in a map of wrinkles, her
teeth stained yellow from too many late night cigarettes. She scowled as she
drove, eager to be rid of her last passenger of the day.

In the very back of the bus sat that very last passenger, her eyes down in her
lap, nose buried in a romance novel - a slightly naughty little book she'd
stolen from her mother's nightstand, intrigued by the half-bare couple
embracing on the front cover. She was lost in the book, delighted by the
strange feelings the writing awoke in her, the tingling all over, the cold
pleasure running up and down her spine, leaving her breathless.

The girl was young, tiny, and beautiful - although she was still too young to
recognize the power of her beauty, the allure of her slender form. No more
than five feet tall, the girl was reed-thin, almost frail. Just fourteen years
old, she was still more child than woman. The ripe curves that would soon
blossom on her lithesome body were still barely hinted at: just the barest
whisper of breasts, two tiny nubs poking against her fuzzy sweater, just the
vaguest curve of her hips, and a sweet promise of things to come.

She wore her school uniform, the traditional ensemble favored by Catholic
schools all over the world: a starched white button-down blouse - with a few
too many buttons left open at the top, to show off the first hint of her
developing bosom. A dark blue cotton sweater, unbuttoned, with the school logo
emblazoned over her right breast. A short flannel tartan skirt, blue-green
plaid and pleated, falling to just above her pale knees. White bobby-socks and
black patent leather shoes completed the uniform.

The girl was a vision of every man's fantasy ... and yet she didn't have a clue.
Her virgin innocence left her in blissful ignorance.

The bus finally screeched to a stop and she looked up from her book.

"Jenny!" the voice from the front of the bus screeched. "Last stop, kid. Time
to get off!"

The girl eagerly grabbed her knapsack and skipped down the aisle, happy to be
home. With a quick wave to the driver she hopped off the bus and headed for
the barn behind her house, where her sweet Fury waited. Fury, of course, was
her beloved pony, a Christmas gift from two years ago, the most thoughtful
gift her parents had ever given her. She lived for the pony, doted on him,
feeding and brushing him every day as soon as she got home from school.

Her moments alone in the barn, just her and her pony, were her most favorite
moments in her young life. Having an animal that depended on her - needed her
- was something that made her feel older, more important, truly loved.

She hurried towards the barn, eager to see her equine friend, ready to give
him an apply she'd stolen and lunch and fill his twitching pony ears with the
gossip of the day.

But the surprise that would be waiting for her in the barn would be even
better than her pony.

Chapter Four

Inside the barn, Superman was sitting on a hay bale in the corner, his tight
blue pants shoved to his ankle.

"All right now, let's make this work somehow!" he said under his breath. He
reached down for his exposed, engorged cock and wrapped one strong hand around
his shaft. Gasping at the unexpected pleasure, he started stroking himself,
touching himself just as Supergirl had done to him.

Immediately, the weakness flooded over him, leaving him dizzy and confused. As
soon as he pulled his hand away, his strength began to return.

Superman was perplexed. "I have the desire, the lust," he muttered, "but as
soon as the lust is satisfied, it's as if a hundred pounds of Kryptonite were
dropped on my head!"

Never one to quit easily, he tried again. He stroked himself rapidly, moaning
softly as his cock grew harder, but again he quickly became weak. This time he
gritted his teeth and refused to stop, stroking faster, feeling his balls
tighten as his orgasm approached.

Without warning, the weakness consumed him ... he was so weak he could barely
move his arm. He released his cock and fell back on the hay bale, gasping for
air.

It was impossible, he thought. The closer to release he got, the weaker he
became. An orgasm might kill him. Unless he learned to control this
uncontrollable urge, he would be forever weak ... and forever unable to find
satisfaction, with a woman or even by himself.

He tried one last time, grasping his cock and stroking furiously, using his
powers to move his hand with unnatural speed. He moaned louder, sure his
climax could be reached this time ... and then collapsed again when his strength
deserted him.

The Man of Steel lay there, immensely frustrated, so helpless and consumed
with lust that he was on the verge of tears. Him, Superman, almost crying like
a little girl, his pants around his ankle, his cock wagging in the air, the
erection pulsating.

He buried his face in his hands and moaned angrily.

Chapter Five

Young Jenny was watching.

She had crept into the barn quietly, eager to surprise Fury with the shiny red
apple in her knapsack. But when she turned the corner into the back of the
barn, where Fury waited in his stable, she froze in her tracks, stunned by
what she saw.

It was Superman - or at least a man dressed as Superman. Naked from the waist
down, playing with his ... thing.

She'd never seen one before, not in real life, not this close. It was huge and
hard, and as she watched he rubbed his hand up and down the length of it,
moaning. Jenny quickly ducked down into one of the stables, peeking through a
hole in the wooden wall at the man. She couldn't believe it - he was
masturbating! She knew boys did this ... but Superman... As she watched, she
suddenly felt herself grow warm and wet between her legs, the sensation
deliciously sweet.

She watched, intrigued.

But something was wrong. He kept stopping and collapsing, then trying again.
Was this how it was supposed to work... Jenny wondered.

The man collapsed and held his head in his hands, his cock waving in the air.
Suddenly Jenny couldn't help herself ... she giggled out loud.

The man sat up suddenly, looking in her direction with piercing eyes.

"Who's there..." he demanded.

Still giggling, young Jenny stepped out of the horse stall and looked down at
him, staring rather brazenly at his nakedness.

"Are you Superman..." she demanded, a thoughtful smile still gracing her
adolescent face.

Superman sat there, stunned with embarrassment, still too weak to even cover
himself, barely even able to sit up. He looked at the girl carefully ... and
felt his arousal only grow! She was young, too young ... but so ripe and fresh
and new. She was adorable in her short tartan skirt, and the sweater she wore
didn't hide her small, perky breasts, her early buds of womanhood. He could
smell her clean skin, and he ached to the touch, touch her all over ... to taste
her everywhere.

He fell back, propping himself up on one elbow, weakened again by this new
lust.

The girl pouted at him. "Well, are you..."

He nodded reluctantly. "Yes, miss ... yes I am. And what is your name..."

She giggled shyly. "I'm Jenny. I live here! But what are you doing here..."

Superman answered her question with one of his own. "Are your parents here..."

Jenny shook her head. "Nope. Just me. They're at work for a couple more
hours."

Superman was greatly relieved by this news. Painfully, he struggled to dress
himself, his strength slowly returning.

"What were you doing..." Jenny demanded.

"Nothing," Superman muttered, trying not to look at the innocent girl.

"Yes you were!" she blurted out suddenly. "I saw you! You were touching your
thing!"

He looked up at her, ready to deny the obvious ... then he saw the look on her
face. The fire in her eyes, the flush in her cheeks. She looked ... aroused.

That single thought crippled him. The weakness took him again, and he fell
back onto the floor.

"What's wrong..." Jenny asked, concerned and curious.

"Nothing," Superman repeated, trying to ignore her.

Suddenly Jenny's face lit up. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "I think I get it!"

"Get what..."

"I get what's happening! Anything ... sexy or whatever ... makes you weak, doesn't
it..."

Superman didn't answer.

"Well ... am I right..."

He remained silent, trying to gather his strength, anxious to fly far away
from here and forget this ever happened. No one would believe the girl's
story. He could address this strange problem of his some other day ... in
private.

Jenny giggled. "I'm right, aren't I..."

Superman struggled to his feet again and began adjusting his uniform. "I don't
know what you're talking about, young lady."

"You can call me Jenny if you want."

"Okay, Jenny ... you were mistaken in what you saw. I was just adjusting a
problem with my uniform after battling some of Lex Luthor's minions."

The tiny girl stepped closer, looking up at him. "Oh, really..." she asked, a
smirk on her face.

Their eyes met and he nodded. "Yes, Jenny. Now it's time for me to leave."

He turned towards the barn door, but Jenny stopped him with one gentle hand on
his arm. "Superman..." she whispered.

He looked back patiently. "Yes, Jenny..."

"I don't believe you."

"I'm sorry, Jenny, but you were mistaken."

"And I can prove it!"

He paused. "What do you mean..."

She giggled. "Well, for example ... what would you say if I told you that I
watched you touching yourself ... and I really liked it... That it made me tingly
all over, made me want to touch myself between my legs..."

His legs instantly buckled, and he had to struggle to stay on his feet.

But Jenny noticed.

"Ha! I knew it! Naughty stuff makes you weak!"

Superman protested - weakly, of course - shaking his head. "No, Jenny. I'm
sorry, but you're wrong."

Jenny stepped closer, her pale green eyes staring into his. Looking down, he
could see straight down her blouse, see the curves of her tiny, pert breasts.

She taunted him: "You know, Superman, sometimes when I read my mother's
romance novels, I feel sort of naughty, too. I take off my nightgown and lay
in bed naked and touch myself ... there, you know, between my legs... I get sort
of wet and tingly, and it feels really good." She giggled, watching his
expression change. "What do you think of that, Superman... Can you imagine me
like that..."

Superman staggered as if he'd been struck by a missile, leaning back against
the barn wall just to stay on his feet. He shook his head once again,
desperate to clear his mind and regain his strength.

"Jenny," he managed to say, speaking with great effort, "that's private
information that you shouldn't share with me. Now it's time for me to go!"

He took a step towards the barn door again, towards his escape from this
madness.

But Jenny wasn't done toying with her new plaything.

Chapter Six

Without giving him a chance to react - in his weakened condition he would have
been too slow anyway - Jenny reached down and touched his still quivering
cock, squeezing it gently in her small hand.

Superman fell back, collapsing onto the hay bale again.

"Jenny ..." he pleaded.

"Oh, wow, I was right, wasn't I..." she asked.

"Jenny, please, I need to go!"

She laughed out loud. "You're Superman! I'm sure you can stop me ... if you want
to!"

But he couldn't, of course. He could barely move, barely breathe.

Jenny rubbed him through his outfit, and he moaned.

"I've never touched one before. Wow! It feels good to my hand!"

Superman watched her, helpless and almost paralyzed now.

"Can I see it..." Jenny asked her eyes bright. Then she giggled. "Wait a minute;
you can't stop me, can you..."

She paused for a second to see what would happen - but the Man of Steel made
no effort to stop her. With a bright, thoughtful smile on her face, she
grabbed the waistband of his tights and yanked hard, pulling them all the way
to his ankles. Superman finally reached down, trying to pull his pants up.
They struggled against each other, both of them breathing hard, with Jenny
still giggling as she fought him.

Then she remembered his weakness and let go of his pants. Instead, she reached
for his bare cock and wrapped her small fingers around it. Superman instantly
fell back, moaning.

"Ah, now I see how to get you to do what I want!" Jenny said triumphantly. She
rubbed him up and down with one hand, and used the other hand to pull off his
boots and tights, leaving him naked below the waist.

Superman made another effort to sit up ... but Jenny pushed him back, using only
a single finger. "Look at that!" she giggled. "My one finger is stronger than
Superman!"

He lay back and closed his eyes, feeling the girl's soft hand on his flesh,
feeling her look at him with eager curiosity.

"Oh, I've never touched one before!" Jenny cooed, stroking him softly. "It's
so hard ... but so soft at the same time. Am I doing it right..."

Superman was helpless to stop her. But he refused to dignify her question with
a response.

"Superman..." she repeated. "Is this right..."

He stubbornly refused to answer, though his own curiosity forced his eyes
open. He watched her as she touched his cock.

"Well, I saw how you were doing it ... but you went faster, didn't you..." Jenny
asked. "Yeah ... you went faster, like this." She started to move her small hand
all the way up and down the length of his shaft, faster and faster.

His strength draining away as he grew weaker and weaker.

Jenny giggled with delight as she stroked him, teasing him with her
fingertips, watching his face as he moaned helplessly.

Chapter Seven

"Oh, my gosh!" Jenny exclaimed. "I totally forgot to give Fury his treat!" she
took her hand away, giving his cock one final squeeze. "I'll be right back,
Superman. Don't you fly away or anything!"

Jenny laughed, almost cruelly, and hurried to the back of the barn, digging in
her knapsack for the apple she'd saved for her pony.

As soon as she was out of sight, Superman sat up and concentrated, focusing
all his power on regaining his strength. After a minute of long, slow breaths,
he was able to struggle to his feet. He grabbed his pants and boots, not
bothering to put them on, and quietly stumbled towards the barn door.

If he could only escape from this little girl, if he could only regain his
strength, he could fly to the Fortress of Solitude faster than a speeding
bullet ... and worry about putting his pants on when he got there.

With escape the only thought on his mind, he fumbled with the heavy steel bolt
on the barn door. The little girl had managed it easily enough, but at the
moment Superman was so weak that he could barely budge it.

At least, the bolt slid free and he started to open the barn door ...

... and at that moment, a thin, frail arms snaked around his middle, and a tiny
tender hand grasped his cock.

Any strength he had regained was suddenly gone.

He turned to look at her. Jenny was gazing up at him, her cheeks still glowing
with desire, her small breasts poking against her blouse, tiny nipples now
clearly visible.

"Superman, are you trying to escape..." she asked, slowly stroking him again,
teasing him.

He didn't even try to respond, or try to escape her clutches.

She guided him back to the hay bale and pushed him down on his back .

With a decidedly naughty grin on her face, she straddled him, her skirt
falling against his thighs.

For a moment he wondered what she wore beneath the skirt, what the innocent
waif looked like under that schoolgirl uniform ... he wondered how quickly he
could push her panties aside - her pure white cotton panties - and slide
himself into her.

... and the thought left him weaker still.

"Superman!" Jenny pouted, running her fingernails up and down his cock,
fondling his balls with her other hand. "I'm not done playing with you yet!"

With that, she began to stroke him faster, then faster still.

He moaned, arching his back, shaking.

"Let's find out if this will work, okay, Superman..." Jenny asked, giggling.

And she stroked him faster still, watching carefully, and eager to see if she
could bring the Man of Steel to a climax.

His last thought, as the final vestiges of his strength left him and
consciousness faded away, was that he hoped this didn't kill him.

Although it certainly felt better than Kryptonite! There were worse ways to
go, he mused, watched the nymph play with his cock, watching as the world
slowly faded to black.

THE END (for now ...)