(WARNING!!!: This is an adults-only story that contains sexually graphic and explicit content. By reading this story, you acknowledge that you are a consenting adult, 18 years of age or older.)
(Copyright note: The characters, including their alias, and locations used in this story have been created by and copyrighted by Mr. X. This author is grateful for the use of Mr. X’s creations. Full credits will be listed at the end of this chapter to reduce spoilers.)
Title: Elsemares, Chapter 1: Ms. Americana
Submitted date: June 3, 2019
Author: Kooster
Author’s email: kooster69@gmail.com
Synopsis: This storyline has been inspired by stories with characters, and their world, changed into an alternate reality. A few villains--possibly familiar to the readers--will know that that reality has changed.
The loud chime of the doorbell woke up the buxom brunette from her slumber. She, however, didn’t want to get up. Her sexy body was sore all over. Her back, tights, ankles and feet were sore. Her gigantic, 38G breasts and her dark nipples are tender from being squeezed and pinched so roughly. Her bare muff and asshole were also tender. She placed her large, fluffy pillow over the back of her head and over her ears like oversized headphones.
She was drowsy in that half-awake and half-asleep mode. If the doorbell chime stopped, the sexy brunette could easily drift back to sleep.
The beautiful brunette growled, “Go away! I want to sleep!”
Whoever was at her door didn’t listen to her. The doorbell had been pressed again, and then rang with another loud chime.
“Stars and stripes!”, she cursed.
The buxom brunette conceded that the doorbell chime would not stop. She groaned as she sat up on her queen sized bed. Her long, lush black hair rolled past her shoulders. Her comforter, which looked like an oversized U.S. flag, slipped off her sexy body. Without the red, white and blue comforter, she was topless. Her large, dark areolas and perky, dark nipples were blatantly visible on her full exposed juggs. The soreness in her back made her huge breasts feel heavy. She slipped her feet into her patriotic themed bed slippers. The left, fuzzy slipper resembed the upper left corner of the American flag with a bright blue background and white stars. The right, fuzzy slipper looked like the rest of the U.S. flag with red and white horizontal stripes.
She arose from her queen sized bed. The buxom brunette wobbled to steady her 6’-1” frame with her sore legs. Her comforter dropped off of her to fully reveal her naked body. Aside from an incredibly shapely figure, her bare muff could be easily seen. Just above her mound, her remaining dark pubic hair had been masterfully shaved into three stars.
She angrily grabbed her satin-like robe. The bright blue robe had sleeves that went down to her wrists. The buxom brunette tied the red, satin-like belt around her waist. The tightening of her robe centered the twin white stars over the centers of her massive breasts. The tight, satin-like material hugged the curves of her massive breasts. The detail of her dark nipples were easily seen, as her nips poked into the satin-like material. The hem of the bedrobe reached just past her bare snatch, and barely concealed her large, bubble butt cheeks.
“Alright, I’m coming!”, she barked.
The scantily clothed brunette trudded out of her bedroom, walked past the entrance to her bathroom, wandered into the adjoining room, and then stopped at the entrance to her place. Relief surged through her tired feet that she was walking in her fuzzy slippers, and not in her three-inch red pumps. The connecting room was her combined living room and foyer. This room barely furnished with a large, 60-inch 4K TV, and with a long, crimson leather couch. The leather couch was long enough for the tall brunette to fully lie down upon.
While the buxom brunette had a nice apartment, she always felt like her place was too small.
Without even checking through the door’s peephole, the buxom brunette opened her door.
“Good morning, B!”, a young man cheerfully greeted.
He looked better than the average guy, as he kept himself in shape. The front of his T-shirt bulged slightly around his chest and was flat around his tummy. He wore loose fitting, faded jeans. His dark brown hair was parted down the middle, causing the bangs of his hair to hang down like curved fangs. He wore large, circular glasses with thin, gold rims. His eyeglasses did make him look like a geek.
Despite being 5’-8” tall, he was dwarfed by the incredibly tall brunette.
To some people, he could have been easily mistaken for a popular, fictional boy wizard.
“Morning, Geek.”, the buxom brunette greeted back.
Her words revealed that they both knew each other pretty well.
The young man allowed himself into her place, and then plopped down onto her long, leather couch.
She groaned, “Any chance that you come back later, Geek? I’ve barely gotten any sleep.”
He glanced down at his smartwatch to check the time.
“It’s almost ten a.m.”, he stated.
“Only ten?!?”, she whined. “I usually sleep until one p.m.!”
He softly patted the crimson couch that motioned for the buxom brunette to sit down next to him.
She knew that it would be pointless to get him out of her place. The scantily dressed brunette submissively sat next to him on the long leather couch.
He asked in concern, “How are you doing, B?”
The buxom brunette barked, “First off, Geek, you know how I hate being called ‘B’!”
He responded, “I’ll stop, babe, if you stop calling me ‘Geek’. You know that’s just my playname we use during our roleplaying.”
She sighed, “Okay, Henry Weinholt.”
He affectionately ran one his hands over the top of her head.
Henry sincerely mentioned, “Thanks, Brenda Wade. So how are you doing on this fine Sunday morning?”
Brenda snuggled against her friend, and then rested her head against his shoulder. She was deliberately using him as her pillow.
She informed, “I’m fucking tired and sore, Henry. My feet and ankles hurt from dancing in my three-inch heels all night. And then, at the end of the night, the two black guys didn’t let me take off my red pumps.”
Henry stated, “Really? You had to wear those damn high heels, while those two black guys...er, um…”
His words trailed off, as he was going to say something indelicate.
The buxom brunette finished, “Fucked me?”
He meekly confirmed, “Yeah.”
Brenda smiled that Henry wasn’t cras and rude, like the guys at the gentleman’s club that she worked at.
She continued, “Saturday nights is when the highest bidder gets to fuck me. Last night, the strip club owner made an exception when two black guys tied as the highest bidders.”
Henry mentioned with concern, “You mentioned that your breasts and nipples hurt. Sounds like they were very rough with you.”
Brenda nonchalantly stated, “You mean if they fucked me like a whore? They did. Their hands couldn’t stop mauling my breasts, and pinching my nipples. While their cocks aren’t as well endowed as yours Henry--”
He embarrassingly interrupted, “Brenda…”
“--my pussy and asshole still haven’t completely tightened back up. They did their best in trying to destroy both of my holes.”
He jealously remarked, “So they both had stamina.”
Brenda theorized aloud, “I think they both took Viagra before coming to the club. They both stayed rock hard for the entire hour, despite cumming so quickly.”
Henry inquired, “So you still enjoy being a stripper? A stripper who has sex with club patrons?”
The buxom brunette stated, “With a body like mine, Henry, what the fuck else am I going to do?!? I’m not going to do porn movies. I don’t want videos of me having sex floating on the Internet.”
She cooed, “But I do love sex! The club owner only allows in people who have submitted a recent STD test. It keeps out the one-dollar tipping assholes, who always try to cop an inappropriate feel. I get to dance and then give guys raging hard-ons on weekend nights! And I only have to give blowjobs on Friday and Sunday nights. The money I earn lets me take a nice vacation once a month or so.”
The buxom brunette changed subjects.
“Enough about me.”, she proclaimed. “Why are you visiting me so early, at least early to me, on Sunday?”
Henry informed, “It’s the first Sunday of the month.”
Brenda blurted out, “Oh!”
The buxom brunette now realized why her friend was visiting her today. Brenda had been so absorbed in telling Henry about her Saturday night, where she had been completely oblivious to his crotch. Her pretty blue eyes just noticed that he had a raging hard-on straining to burst through the crotch of his faded jeans.
She teased, “So today, honey, is Fuck Brenda Wade Day?”
Henry teased back, “It is. Unless you want to pay me your rent?”
Brenda laughed at his open threat.
She proudly admitted, “I’ve never paid for my rent!”
Her memories drifted back to the first time that she had moved into her apartment. At the time, Brenda Wade had just been fired from working as an administrative assistant. Fired after she had refused to have sex with boss. Having sex with her wasn’t an issue for buxom brunette. Brenda’s issue was that she was going to have sex without being compensated for it! The job had paid so little that she could barely make ends meet. Losing her job, at the time, meant that she could no longer afford her old flat.
A friend of Brenda’s told the buxom brunette on how much money she could make by stripping. Brenda Wade decided to make a lifestyle change by signing up for pole dancing lessons.
Brenda also needed a new place to stay. Her friend also helped out the buxom brunette by introducing her to Henry Weinholt’s free apartment offer. She was, at first, shocked upon learning that the free rent was earned by fucking Henry once a month.
Her thoughts were brought back to the present, after Henry spoke to her.
She asked, “What was that again, honey?”
Henry requested, “Can you please change into your costume? The costume you wear at the strip club?”
Brenda smiled happily at her friend. She loved wearing that costume!
The scantily clad brunette stood up from the couch. She first locked her apartment door.
Brenda cooed, “We don’t need Tanya or Kameron interrupting us. We started our Fuck Brenda Wade Day by ourselves, and I want to keep it that way.”
She mentioned, “Make yourself comfortable, Henry. You know where I keep my alcohol.”
The buxom brunette winked at Henry, and then blew at kiss at him. She then sauntered into her bedroom.
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Brenda Wade closed her bedroom door behind her. She untied the satin strip around her waist. With nothing to keep her bright blue bedrobe tightened up, the front of her satin-like robe opened up. A moment later, the buxom brunette peeled off her bedrobe.
She walked, now completely naked, up to her bedroom closet. The buxom brunette pushed aside all of her hanging clothes on the left side of the closet to expose the small, numbered keypad on the closet’s rear wall. She punched in an eight-digit number combination, and then pushed the “Enter” button. The rear wall slid open to reveal her colorful costume and a few other expensive garments.
She pulled out the hanger with her costume. A hero-themed costume that Brenda Wade wore at the gentlemen’s club. A bright blue face mask with a large white “A” on its forehead was included. The colorful costume had a patriotic theme.
The skimpy top was a modified T-shirt. The hem had been shortened to barely cover her large, 38G breasts. This allowed her flat tummy and her bellybutton to be exposed. The T-shirt had a screen print of the American flag with the bright blue square, and its 50 stars, across the right side of her sexy body; and with horizontal red and white stripes running all the back to the T-shirt’s back. The T-shirt was made out of cotton. The cotton material made her skimpy top transparent, when completely soaked; or made it easy for Brenda to rip off her skimpy top.
She had a deal with the strip club that none of her torn tops ever would be given out or sold to the patrons.
Needless to say, Brenda had many of her modified, screen print T-shirts on hand.
The costume included satin-like arm length, red gloves. The long gloves went up to her elbows. The hands of each glove had been tailored without the fingers. Not having her fingers covered up really helped Brenda, when she performed her masterbation routine on Friday nights.
A wide golden belt was also included. The belt latched on the back. The front of the golden belt had another large, white “A” in the middle with red and blue stars on the sides of the letter. The wide belt was a prop. A prop where Brenda pretended was the source of her superheroine’s strength. On stage, the buxom brunette would showcase her super-strength by bending fake steel rods. When her golden belt was removed, she would pretend that she lost her super-strength.
Having her golden belt removed was part of her closing act on Sunday night. Two strong guys, from the gentlemen's club security team, would be chosen to perform with Brenda. The two lucky security guards would pretend to capture the buxom brunette; depower her by removing her golden belt; and then “force” her to deepthroat them both until they came. Both men would ejaculate onto, and then coat her massive twin orbs with their hot, white jizz.
Two pieces of clothing completed her bottoms. One piece was skimpy, cotton red panties. The audience loved it, when her red panties were visible! Club patrons were excited to see how soaked Brenda made her panties during her performances. Again, like her skimpy top, she had an agreement with the club that her worn panties were never given away or sold to the patrons. The other piece was a patriotic themed micro skirt. The skirt’s waist was a bright blue band, while the rest of the skirt was covered in red and white stripes. The micro skirt barely covered up her red panties. The micro skirt added a schoolgirl-like touch to her heroic costume.
The final accessory of her costume was a pair of knee-high stockings.
On stage, Brenda wore a pair of three-inch high heels.
When dressed in her heroic costume, Brenda Wade was the Queen of Justice: Ms. Americana.
(Author’s note: Please do not email me that I have changed Ms. Americana’s costume. As I stated in my Synopsis, “Elsemares” has the Delta City heroines in a changed reality than the one created by Mr. X.)
There were times when the club owner would ask Brenda to also wear a long, American flag themed cloak when going on stage. Wearing the long cloak was worn, when the buxom brunette had to walk onto the stage in the dark and then strobe lights announced her entrance. The long cloak made the audience wonder which performer was appearing on stage.
The long cloak was also used by other club performers.
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Ms. Americana did her best to quietly exit the bedroom. She had not worn her stiletto-like pumps, as her feet were still sore from wearing her three-inch heels from last night. Not wearing her red pumps helped the patriotic heroine to make a stealth-like entrance into the living room.
The buxom superheroine rushed into the living room. She stood in a heroic pose with her fists at her shapely hips. Her stance jutted her gigantic breasts out even more. Her dark nipples poked through the cotton fabric of her shortened T-shirt.
“Evildoers beware, Ms. Americana is here!”, she announced in a very boastful tone.
Her fuck buddy, Henry, smiled happily upon seeing the buxom beauty. He always become incredibly aroused seeing the sexy brunette in her heroic costume. His already erect cock stiffened even more. The strain of his erection made it very uncomfortable to wear his washed out jeans.
Since he had requested for Brenda Wade to change into her Ms. Americana costume, he knew exactly how to play along. He had played heroine versus villain with the buxom brunette long enough to not laugh at the over-dramatic dialogue that he used.
He stood, while also wringing his hands together. Henry did his best to channel his inner villain.
He sneered, “You will never stop The Geek!”
Ms. Americana called out, “I will stop you!”
The buxom superheroine charged at him. With the confined space of her living room, Ms. Americana didn’t have a long enough path to run that fast.
The Geek deftly dodged her running attack. He easily went behind the Queen of Justice, and then grabbed her from behind!
“Great liberty!”, Ms. Americana gasped in shock. “I’m caught in your grasp!”
The Geek taunted, “I have you now!”
She proclaimed, “You’re no match for my super-strength, vile villain! I will soon free myself!”
He quickly reached for the clasp of her golden belt, and then latched apart the clasp. Her golden belt opened up, and then slipped off her shapely hips. The Geek grabbed onto Ms. Americana’s belt of power.
“Stars and stripes!”, she cried out. “You’ve removed my power belt!”
The Geek wickedly boasted, “Without your belt of power, Ms. Americana, you’ve lost your super-strength!”
He tossed her golden belt away from them. The discarded belt clacked upon landing on the tiled floor of Brenda Wade’s open kitchen.
The buxom superheroine squirmed in the villain’s grasp. While she struggled, Ms. Americana was grinding her ample butt cheeks against the zippered crotch of The Geek’s faded jeans.
She felt his confined erection against her ass. Ms. Americana couldn’t help herself from moaning. Moaning on how good it felt to dry hump his cock.
The Geek taunted, “Are you getting horny, Ms. Americana? Are you getting turned on in being captured by me?”
In reality, the buxom brunette was getting turned on from dry humping him. Her dark nippled swelled, and then poked out from her patriotic T-shirt. Her pussy had become warm and moist. She, however, continued to roleplay as a superheroine for their time together.
The costumed heroine defiantly blurted out, “No! I’m the Queen of Justice! I cannot be tempted by your manhood!”
The Geek proclaimed, “Then you won’t mind, when I do this!”
From his free hand, he held a white handkerchief. He deliberately held the white handkerchief above her pretty face.
Ms. Americana’s blue eyes widened in shock upon seeing his handkerchief! From their previous roleplay sessions, she pretended that the small piece of cloth had been doused in chloroform.
The Queen of Justice protested aloud, “No!”
Her objection was in vain. A second later, the white handkerchief was covering her nose and mouth!
Ms. Americana continued to struggle in The Geek’s strong grip. Her ass was grinding hard against the crotch of his faded jeans. She muttered incomprehensible words of protest.
The Geek stated, “Sleep, my beauty. Sleep.”
The handkerchief covering her mouth concealed her sexy smile. She was happy to hear his compliment about her. In keeping with their roleplay, she pretended that the handkerchief did indeed contain chloroform. Ms. Americana had watched the episodes of the Amazon superheroine TV show to know how chloroform should affect her.
A few seconds later, Ms. Americana struggled less in The Geek’s grasp. She slowed down how much her bubble butt cheeks dry humped him. She fluttered her pretty blue eyes.
A moment later, she acted as if the chloroform had rendered her nearly unconscious. She stopped struggling in his strong grip. Her ass no longer grinded against him. Ms. Americana closed her eyes.
When the Queen of Justice drooped like a rag doll in his grasp, The Geek removed the white handkerchief from her face.
Ms. Americana, pretending that she was barely conscious, groaned. She acted as if she could barely keep her pretty eyes open.
Acting like a life-sized Barbie doll, the costumed superheroine was positioned to kneel before The Geek. Her arms hung limpy at her sides. Her luscious lips were opened slightly. She looked at something in the distance for her best attempt to look glazed over.
The Geek grasped the bottom of Ms. Americana’s screen print T-shirt.
The buxom superheroine mumbled in a zombie-like voice, “What...are...you...doing?”
He positioned her arms into the air, and then undressed Ms. Americana of her tight fitting T-shirt.
The brunette superheroine was now topless before him. Even without any kind of external support, her massive, 38G breasts were firm and upright. Her swollen, dark nipples revealed how turned on Ms. Americana actually was.
The Geek stood before the kneeling superheroine. He unzipped the crotch of his faded jeans. He then dropped his boxer briefs and his jeans to his feet. His fully erect cock sprang forth. He sighed in relief that his manpole was finally freed from the confines of his jeans! The dark brown haired man had deliberately placed himself too close to Ms. Americana to where the tip of his erection banged against her nose.
Despite his average height, he had been gifted with an extremely long phallus. His fully erect cock was 12-inches.
His little joke caught the topless brunette completely off guard! She couldn’t help laughing from being struck in the face by him.
“Henry!”, she chuckled. “You did that on purpose!”
He teased, “Well, I am supposed to be a vile villain.”
The horny brunette grasped the base of his rock hard shaft. She smiled happily to hear him gasp in pleasure from her touch.
She stated, “I know that you love playing heroine and villain, baby, but I think it’s time we just get to the sucking and fucking.”
The topless brunette tenderly kissed his bulbous head, and then planted soft kisses across his shaft.
Henry groaned in pleasure, upon feeling her luscious lips press again the tip of his cock. He no longer cared about roleplaying, as long as the buxom brunette paid attention to his long, hard dick.
Ms. Americana stretched open her mouth, and then engulfed the bulbous head of his long, hard cock. She had flattened her tongue, which allowed her tongue to slide underneath him. The buxom superheroine used her tongue as a runway of sorts to help deepthroat him.
Her grasping hand slowly jerked off the bottom half of his shaft. Her other hand had snaked down to her bare muff. Ms. Americana slowly rubbed her swollen clit. As she pleasured herself, her cunt continued to produce its honey-like flow.
The horny brunette took more and more of his manpole into her mouth. Ms. Americana stopped deepthroating The Geek, when the tip of his cock had reached the back of his throat. She had managed to engulf about three-fourths of his rock hard cock. Despite roleplaying as a superheroine, she lacked the oral skills to completely fellate all 12 inches of him.
She slowly moved her mouth back, until only his bulbous head was trapped inside her hot, wet mouth. Her mouth applied just enough pressure for her luscious lips to grip his shaft. Her saliva glistened on his exposed shaft.
“Fuck! Yes, Ms. Americana!”, he moaned in pleasure.
The topless superheroine once again slowly engulfed his long, hard cock until she had deepthroated nine inches of his manhood.
Ms. Americana slowly sucked him off for a few more moments, until she felt the tension fade from her opened mouth. With her mouth relaxed, she didn’t have to worry about getting lockjaw.
The buxom brunette stopped grasping the bottom half of his rock hard shaft with all of her fingers. She hooked her pointer finger and thumb to an O-ring around the base of his manpole. Ms. Americana tightened her O-ring grip at the base of his shaft to prevent him from ejaculating. While she wouldn’t mind gulping down his delicious, hot jizz, she wanted his erection to last beyond fellatio.
She increased the speed of her bobbing head to suck him off faster.
The Geek panted from her wonderful cock sucking.
After a few moments, his lust had opened up his primary rage. A primal rage that brought forth his dark side.
Like any man, he wanted Ms. Americana to completely deepthroat him! The Geek roughly grasped the back of the buxom brunette’s head. His fingers dug into the mane of her lush, thick hair. With the strength of his hands, he forced her face all the way down upon his manpole! In the next moment, her face was mashed against his groin.
Ms. Americana blurted a muffled cry of surprise from his forceful action! Before she knew it, her luscious lips were pressed against his trimmed pubic hairs. His long manpole was now lunged down her throat! Her nose was flattened against his groin. She coughed with a mouthful of cock. Coughing from an instinctive reaction of her gag reflex.
While she had completely deepthroated The Geek before, the topless brunette wasn’t in the mood do suck off his entire manpole today. She tried to push herself away from him, but couldn’t. He was using all of his strength to keep her pressed against him. Ms. Americana switched tactics by digging her fingernails into his thighs. Not clawing enough to make him bleed, but her fingernails would leave painful marks in his flesh that would take a while to heal.
“Fucking shit!”, he cried out.
The Geek felt a rush of adrenaline with the added delusion of power. The delusion that he could anything that he wanted to Ms. Americana. The stinging of her fingernails in this thighs only enforced his desire to keep the buxom brunette against him.
A few moments later, Ms. Americana felt her lungs burning from a lack of fresh oxygen. The flow of air to her nose and mouth were cut off in having to completely deepthroat all 12 inches of his manpole. To make her partner aware of her dire situation, the topless brunette shouted his name as loudly as she could.
After hearing the topless brunette shout at him for a third time, The Geek was snapped out of his primal rage. He noticed how red faced Ms. Americana had become, and then realized that she couldn’t breathe. He immediately removed his hard manpole from her mouth. He felt as if he was unsheathing a sword from its scabbard.
As soon as his bulbous head slipped out of Ms. Americana’s mouth, a slime-like slurry of her saliva escaped from her mouth. Her luscious lips were gaped open, while she desperately gasped for air. Her saliva dribbled from her bottom lip, and then landed upon her gigantic breasts.
She stared angrily at the brown haired guy. Her blue eyes seemingly burned with flames.
“Fucking bastard!”, Ms. Americana cursed at him.
The Geek found his erection even harder, upon seeing the buxom brunette panting and gasping from completely deepthroating him. The redness was fading from her pretty face, as she regained her breath. Saliva rolled down the front of her massive juggs. He felt his primal rage rise again, upon seeing how much he had dominated Ms. Americana. For today, at least, he decided to take their roleplaying superheroine and villain to more of an extreme by dominating his captive beauty.
He roared, “Ms. Americana, suck on my cock!”
The buxom superheroine had no time for a rebuttal. Her pretty blue eyes widened in alarm. She was helpless as he rammed most of his long, hard cock back into her open mouth! Ms. Americana felt his shaft quickly slide over her flattened tongue, and then felt his bulbous head jam back down her throat!
His hands had grabbed fistfulls of her dark mane. His hips quickly drew back to pull most of his shaft out of her mouth. He swiftly pumped his hips forward to jam part of his long, hard cock back into Ms. Americana’s mouth.
Ms. Americana did her best to keep breathing, while her mouth was fucked over and over by his manpole. Her nostrils flared as she breathed. Saliva escaped past the corners of her ruby lips, each time his shaft pulled out of her mouth. Her saliva collected onto her chin, and then gravity caused her spit to ooze onto her large, twin orbs. Her breathing sometimes caused bubbles to form in her saliva.
The buxom superheroine’s attempts to breathe through her mouth caused her to make gurgling noises, as her mouth was rapidly pumped over and over again by The Geek’s long, hard shaft.
“Glug!”
With each of his thrusts back towards her pretty face, Ms. Americana’s sexual arousal grew. A strange change in behavior happened in the buxom superheroine. The longer that she was made to fellatio his manpole, then the more subservient she became.
“Gulg!”
Her arms hung at her sides. From her kneeling position, Ms. Americana looked up at him. She was hoping to catch his gaze to either see that she was being a good slut.
“Gulg!”
After a few minutes, he could feel the urge to ejaculate build up within him. The thought of cumming right now, and then painting Ms. Americana’s face with his hot jizz was tempting. Instead, however, he wanted to do something that the buxom brunette frequently denied him.
He hurried pulled his long, hard cock out of Ms. Americana’s mouth. A gush of her saliva dribbled out of her mouth.
The topless superheroine breathed heavily, but remained on her knees. Her saliva fully coated her chin. Her gigantic juggs were coated with streams of her spit. Her saliva had oozed down her large, dark areolas and her dark, swollen nipples. It looked as if dribbled vertical lines of clear glue all over her large breasts. Her heavy breathing caused her massive juggs to rise and fall. Her dark nipples were fully engorged at their pointy, one-inch tips.
The Geek was taken a bit off-guard. He had expected Ms. Americana to still be furious at him, and then continue to be defiant towards him. Instead, she was almost behaving like a puppy awaiting her master’s next command.
He commanded, “Lift up your skirt, Ms. Americana.”
The topless superheroine immediately lifted up the hem of her red and white striped mini-skirt. Her red panties were revealed. Right away, the sweet aroma of her pussy juice permeated the air. A large crimson expanse was revealed on the crotch of her panties. A huge spot created from the oozing of her pussy juice.
“Damn, baby, you’re wet!”, he complimented.
She couldn’t help herself from smiling from his kind words. Her burning hot and drenched cunt needed to be stuffed and fucked.
“Stars and stripes, I’m so fucking wet!”, Ms. Americana teased.
He ordered, “On your hands and knees, Ms. Americana. And then thrust your bubble butt into the air.”
She happily remarked, “Gladly, honey.”
The buxom superheroine was soon crouched on her hands and knees. She pressed her front against the carpet. Her gigantic, 38G breasts were mashed against the carpet, and then flattened into fat pancakes. The outer sides of her partially flattened tits spilled past her shaved armpits. She thrust her ample butt cheeks into the air. The back of her tiny skirt still managed to drape over her behind.
The Geek stood there for a seconds to admire her large, shapely ass. He also enjoyed seeing how the Queen of Justice was prostrated before him. He also took a few moments to remove his T-shirt to become completely naked.
He wasn’t concerned on how submissive the buxom brunette had become. He was glad that she was behaving just as expected in this altered reality.
In the former reality, things were completely different between himself and Ms. Americana. The throbbing of his rock hard erection reminded The Geek that he was here to fuck her brains out.
He found the clasps at the rear of Ms. Americana’s red and white striped skirt, and then undid the hooks of the clasps. With nothing to keep her mini-skirt on her, her striped skirt dropped to the carpet.
The Queen of Justice panted heavily, while she awaited for The Geek to fuck her. While it took her considerable effort to completely deepthroat all 12 inches of his long, hard cock, her needy pussy could easily take in his manpole.
She begged, “Great liberty, please fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock!”
He found it deeply satisfying that the buxom superheroine was asking to be fucked.
The Geek snaked his fingers into the sides of her drenched panties. He expertly slid her panties off her pillow-like butt cheeks, and then down her bent knees.
In anticipation in being fucked, Ms. Americana spread her legs apart. Her panties at her knees was stretched like a rubberband.
He commanded, “Spread apart your ass cheeks, Ms. Americana.”
The naked superheroine grabbed her butt with her hands. Her hands peeled away her ass cheeks to fully expose her swollen cunt lips, and her tightly closed anal ring. Spreading open her butt caused her pussy lips to part open, and caused her asshole to pucker up.
The Geek formed a huge amount of saliva in his mouth. A few moments later, he spat out a gigantic wade of spit at her backdoor. Much of his saliva was sucked in by her puckered anal ring. The excess amount dribbled down to the flesh part between her fuck holes, and then oozed over her juice coated cunt lips.
He demanded, “Buttwink for me.”
Ms. Americana knew exactly what The Geek had wanted. She tightened up her sphincter muscles that make her anal ring contract, and then push out with her sphincter to make her asshole open up.
When she pushed out her asshole, The Geek spit once again into her forbidden hole. With her anal ring stretched out, the big glob of his saliva was sucked into her backdoor.
Ms. Americana blurted out in surprise, “Sweet liberty!”
She relaxed her butt muscles to return her anal ring back to normal. The outside of her asshole glistened with his saliva.
The Geek spit several times in his palms, and then rubbed his saliva over the tip of his long, hard cock.
He pressed the saliva coated head of his cock against her anal opening. His bulbous head looked monster-sized against her seemingly tiny anal ring.
Ms. Americana’s pretty blue eyes widened in shock at the unexpected penetration of her backdoor! Her hands tightened their grip on her spread apart butt cheeks. Her fingernails dug into her flesh, and then formed white hot arcs along her ass.
“Great--!”, the naked superheroine gasped.
Her breathing stopped as a reflective action from being anal penetrated.
He pushed the tip of his cock a little harder against her asshole. Due to his saliva, and that Ms. Americana had been assfucked the night before, allowed his bulbous head to stretch out her anal ring.
The Geek pushed forward a little more. He felt the buxom superheroine’s butthole expand for him. And then the seemingly gigantic head of his cock slipped into her forbidden passage. After his bulbous head disappeared inside of her rear, he felt the vice like grip of her anal ring along his hard shaft.
“Fuck! You’re still so tight!”, he roared.
After the initial penetration of her backdoor, Ms. Americana could breathe again. She panted, like always, when someone’s cock slipped past her anal ring.
“--liberty!!!”, she cried out.
The Geek spent the next several minutes working all 12 inches of his steel hard manpole into Ms. Americana’s forbidden hole. He worked his cock into her backdoor to ensure that both her anal passage and her rectum were stretched out for him.
The naked superheroine had removed her hands from her butt cheeks. Her fingernails had left crescent moon marks all over her behind. She had to use her hands and arms to support herself, while her forbidden depths was fully penetrated by his seemingly enormously wide cock. A cock that seemed to have a never-ending length.
In this new reality, he remembered the first time he tried anal sex with the buxom brunette. He let his primal rage overcome him to where he quickly forced all 12 inches of his girth into her tender asshole. His forceful entry into her backdoor didn’t give her anal passage sufficient time to stretch out for him. Needless to say, The Geek soon found himself stuck inside Ms. Americana’s asshole to where he couldn’t move. The two of them had to coordinate their movements to make their way into her kitchen. He managed to find a nearly full bottle of cooking oil to use as lube. He used up all of the cooking oil, before he was able to completely pull out of her raw and sore asshole.
Back in the present, The Geek paused when his 12 inch cock had fully penetrated her asshole.
“Stars and stripes!”, Ms. Americana blurted out.
The buxom superheroine felt as if his manpole was going into her stomach!
After her first, and failed, attempt at anal sex with The Geek, Ms. Americana did a web search about her behind. She discovered that her backdoor consisted of her anal passage, which was just under five inches long; and of her rectum, which was also under five inches long. Anything longer than 10 inches, like The Geek’s 12 inch manpole, was penetrating her large intestine.
For the next 10 minutes or longer, The Geek dominated over the prostrated buxom brunette by savagely fucking her asshole. He was easily able to saw his hard shaft in and out of Ms. Americana’s stretched out asshole. When he pulled out of her backdoor, he enjoyed seeing how her anal ring was pulled along his shaft. When he rammed back into her forbidden passage, he liked seeing how her anal ring disappeared into her.
Ms. Americana panted, grunted, and gasped during the jackhammer-like fucking of her asshole. The buxom superheroine remained subservient to The Geek, where she allowed him to destroy her asshole.
Despite the rough anal sex that the naked brunette was receiving, her subservient side enjoyed the nasty and seemingly cruel anal fucking. She howled during her first anal climax. A mix of her pussy juice and feminine jizz oozed out of her gaped open cunt.
Without any respite from her buttfucking, Ms. Americana’s orgasmic build-up was not allowed to cool down. She remained at the peak of orgasm. A minute or so after cumming for the first time, she exploded with another orgasm!
The buxom superheroine kept cumming and cumming to where she could not tell when one of her orgasms ended, and where her next orgasm started. Her sexy body shook uncontrollably as she seemed to be cumming non-stop.
After cumming several times, her sexy body tensed. The inner pink of her cunt contracted violently several times, and then opened up wide! Upon opening up, she squirted. A powerful stream exploded from her cunt, like when someone used their thumb to create a strong spray of water out of a garden hose. Her squirt drenched the carpet underneath her.
For the next several seconds, Ms. Americana squirted a wide spray out of her pussy. The carpet was oversaturated with her squirt. Her squirt collected into a puddle underneath her.
After the buxom brunette had finished squirting, her sexy body violently shock underneath the Geek. Ms. Americana flopped around like a fish out of water. Her wild jerking caused him to pull his long, hard manpole out of her asshole.
Pushed nearly to the brink of exhaustion, the naked brunette collapsed onto the carpet of her living room. She managed to avoid the large area of the carpet that had been soaked with her squirt. The exhausted superheroine panted like an overheated dog to catch her breath.
The Geek, however, wanted to deposit his spunk deep inside of her. He pried apart Ms. Americana’s bubble butt cheeks, and then rammed himself all the back into her stretched out asshole!
Upon the unannounced re-entry into her forbidden hole, Ms. Americana’s sexy body jerked upwards for a moment. Her anal passage constricted to tightly hug the Geek’s hard shaft. She then collapsed back onto the carpet. Her pretty blue eyes were rolled back, while she was buttfucked once again. The buxom superheroine drifted into a haze of semi-consciousness.
The constricting of Ms. Americana’s anal passage was too much for the Geek! He could no longer hold back cumming. He rammed as deep and as hard as possible into her backdoor. A loud slap echoed throughout the living him, as he bottomed out into her asshole. A moment later, he gasped and grunted as he climaxed. He felt powerful jets of his hot jizz spurt into her forbidden depths. Forbidden depths that were most likely Ms. Americana’s large intestine.
The Geek gritted his teeth as he kept cumming and cumming. He could still feel himself ejacuatling into Ms. Americana. He only came this hard and this much from anal sex with the Queen of Justice. He never ejaculated this much with either Tanya O’Donnell or Kameron Drake.
He flexed his pelvic muscles to push the last of his cum into Ms. Americana. Afterwards, The Geek was completely spent. He could not stop himself from collapsing upon the prone superheroine. He kept himself buried to the hilt inside of the buxom brunette’s asshole, until he felt himself soften.
The brown haired man was very satisfied on how well his, as the buxom brunette had stated, Fuck Brenda Wade Day had went. He was especially proud that his cum was deposited within the darkness of her forbidden depths. He might even stick around to see the buxom brunette trying to desperately remove his deposit from her.
Beside him, Ms. Americana had passed out in cumming so many times from the savage fucking of her ass.
The Geek could not keep his eyes open. He let his heavy eyelids close, and then fall asleep.
(Copyright note: Ms. Americana, Brenda Wade, Delta City, The Geek, Henry Weinholt, Tanya O’Donnell, Got Gal, Omega Woman and Kameron Drake are owned and copyrighted by Mr. X.)