Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2005 14:59:53 -0800 (PST)
From: dancer5612004@yahoo.com
Subject: KISSING SUPERMAN PT 3

It was after I saw Superman fly away from the 12 story rooftop that I
decided to run down to the third floor to take a shower. I had been 15
minutes over my lunch hour but since I had not been paged, I assumed no
other security guards were looking for me. When I entered the shower room
it was empty and I hurried to take a quick shower. But somebody entered
the room area and began to take a shower themself. I noticed it was a
guard from the top 3 floors and it was one who I didn't like. He kept
looking at me until he came over and said "Bet you think you're pretty
slick punk having sex on the roof with Superman. Yea I saw you. How did
you like being his bottom bitch?"With that I turned off my shower water
and decided to leave. But he grabbed me by my collar bone and pushed to
bend me over. I could see him positioning himself behind me and felt his
loose long dick rubbing against my behind. " I think you need to take
this punk" he said to me. He held my neck forward as his meat made its
way to my opened hole area. Just then Superman broke thru a shower wall
and walked briskly forward to shove that assaulting guard aside. The
guard looked stunned as he slipped across the floor to fall and hit the
wall on the other side. Knocked out cold, Superman then turned to me and
said, "C'mon." I reached around to grab my clothes and I could feel
Superman grab me by the waist and we were off like a shot thru the wall,
up thru an open shaft, and outside to the sky.Quickly we were outside and
Superman kissed me slightly around my stomach. I reached my right arm
around his muscular neck and he was literally carrying me naked in his
big massive arms. I almost forgot to even take notice of the cities
surroundings, but at last looked around to enjoy the incredible view. It
wasn't long before we arrived at an open penthouse balconey and landed
there. He set me on a cushy soft patio chair and crouched next to me. "I
don't want you to work in that building anymore. If you don't mind, I can
set you up as a security guard at the Daily Planet where my friend Clark
Kent is employed." While he was telling me this I noticed how beefy his
crouched legs looked in that position, but tried to listen intently
without distraction.He put his left hand behind my neck while telling me
this and I was becoming so turned on even though I was very tired. He got
up and walked to the patio sliding door and opened it without entering.
He winked at me to come inside and I got up with crumbled clothes in
hand. Still standing there tall as can be he waited for me to enter
inside and closed the door behind him. He said he was going to take a
shower himself and while he did this I instinctively went to his bed to
lay down under the soft sheets. I was extremely tired by now and could
barely keep my eyes open. I remember him finally and quietly entering the
room to put on his pajamas, leaving the top open in front. He crawled
into bed without hesitation and lay next to me putting his hand over my
stomach and then moved closer to wrap his right arm around me. We both
fell asleep.Waking up at some point I could feel him pushing me around to
one side on my left arm. He did this gently but still with some demanding
force. Once on my side he snuggled in closer behind me and moved me to
face forward on my stomach, thereby making his way over me. Being as
curious as I was to his intentions I made no struggle but tried to make
him comfortable. His right leg moved itself around my right side as he
sank his body on my back. He felt so good in his pajamas, I couldn't get
over how everything was soft but him. He was so massive and bulking, it
didn't seem to bother him at all. He finally wrapped his arms around me
and started to push his hips into my bottom. There I could feel his dick
make it's escape from his pajama pant opening fly all by itself. It found
it's way to my butt hole and made no gestures of being there by mistake.
He pushed himself into me gently but with a steady force. Halfway in he
began to stroke it gently while moaning a soft, "oh, yeah."Even the tip
of his shaft I thought was hard to take because it was so full. I took a
deep breath and silently struggled to not yell. He then grabbed the edge
of the headboard and pumped me in steady rhythm. Not so hard at first but
he gained momentum fast. Suddenly the bed itself grew a life of shaking
and pounding. I lay there like a corpse taking every inch with minimum
fuss. Somehow it wasn't as agonizing as I thought it was going to be. He
was really quite careful even in his brutalness. Superman kept gasping as
if he was doing it for the first time, and I could feel his muscled
behind enjoying every minute. After several minutes he pulled himself out
and juice flowed abruptly all over my backside sloshing everywhere. He
let out a howl and his breathing was so uncontrolled, his abs were almost
hyperventalating. All I could do was become a virtual spectator to his
performance of fucking me. I could feel his head bow down and gasp
somemore as moisture dribbled onto my neck. His smell was becoming such a
huge large manly smell it was intoxicating. Finally he moved his huge
legs further down and fell ontop of me. The pajamas never came off or
unbuckled. Still breathing heavy, he said to me, "I think we should think
about moving into a house."