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MS. AMERICANA'S WHOPPERS
Ms. Americana paused and closed the hardbound book she had
been reading out loud and turned a puzzled face toward the
agitated man standing next to the confused camera man.
"Excuse me, Ms. Americana, can I ask where you got that book
you have been reading from?" The agitated man asked with
forced calm and politeness.
"Why, from the local public library of course," the Queen of
Justice felt her ire rise at the man's condescending tone.
"Huh huh huh," the man nodded vigorously while grabbing his
chin. "And may I ask you what the title is of that delightful
little volume?"
"Well, it's called," she turned to book over to read the
cover. "The Collected Penthouse Letters Volume One."
The man slapped himself in the forehead and then dragged his
hand down his face pulling at it as he did so. "Oooookay.
That explains a lot. Uh, Ms. Americana when Brenda Wade
decided to sponsor this little contest; 'Win a Bedtime Story
From Ms. Americana' for the popular Ms. Americana Breakfast
Cereal. The Krapp Foods Company which manufactures the
children's breakfast cereal under the Ms. Americana copyright
license was a 'tad' concerned."
The man looked around the darkened bed room at the camera man
and sound man huddled behind their equipment and then at the
young boy laying in the bed and sighed. "And for good reason
too. Okay, let's," the man wrestled the book away from Ms.
Americana with some struggle. "Let's try something different.
Instead of 'reading' Jack Kove, our winning contestant, a bed
time story. How about you instead, tell him, a bed time
story. And maybe, just maybe, something a little more 'age'
appropriate so we can film this for the advertising special
which airs in less than a WEEK!"
Ms. Americana re-coiled slightly from the man's shouting of
the last word he spoke and then frowned again before sighing
and tapping her chin. ""Let's see. How about re-telling one
of my adventures?" She smiled as the man nodded rapidly and
then pointed both fingers back at the boy laying somewhat
nervously in his bed.
Ms. Americana, who was sitting next to the bed on a chair,
turned her head back to the boy and smiled warmly. "How about
my recent adventure with Phuc Toys?" She leaned her face and
thus her huge chests cleavage into the boy's face and cooed
with a voice dripping honey.
"You see it all started with this toy manufacturer named,
Phuc Mae. He was of Far Eastern descent, perhaps Connecticut?
Or maybe, Rhode Island, lot of strange people live there.
Anyway, he had come to Delta City, my city, to set up his
factory of Phuc Toys, and his evil ways. His toys were large
and sort of clunky. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing
against an oversized Phuc Toy, and in fact some of them I
actually enjoyed immensely when I was invited to tour the
factory! There's great pleasure in letting your adult
inhibitions go and playing with a large Phuc Toy for hours on
end. Why I-"
"Okay! Okay!" The man next to the camera man thrust his arms
outward from his chest in horizontal slashes as his face
cringed and reddened. He breathed deeply and calmed down,
"okay... now Ms. Americana. I have another idea. Let's not
tell the boy any more stories about your adventures because-"
"But Phuc wore a clown outfit and boys like clowns. And
there's toys. Lots and lots of toys. Phuc toys! I am certain
that little Jackoff here would LOVE to hear about me handling
Phuc Toys!" Ms. Americana thrust her jaw and tits at the man
who waved his arms trying to calm her down.
"First off; his name is Jack Kove," the man started.
"That's what I said! Jackoff!" Ms. Americana fumed and
accidently slapped the frightened boy across the face with
one of her huge breasts as she angrily folded her arms under
her titan tits. And then began to jab her finger at the
flushed boy while yelling, "Jackoff! Jackoff! Jackoff!"
The frightened boy nodded slightly and slipped both his hands
under the quilted pullover.
"And secondly, your, eckhem, whispering first from that book
you choose and now with your Fuck Toy story has the boy
popping wood. And we can't air a children's cereal prime time
special with you sitting in a kid's bedroom next to him in
his bed while he has a BONER!"
Ms. Americana was taken back and looked down at the sheepish
boy who indeed was tenting badly!
The super heroine flushed and then blushed and smiled and
cooed, "oh my. Don't be ashamed. It's quiet healthy and
understandable considering my proximity and my super powered
pheromones and all. Well," she slipped a gauntlet gloved hand
under the covers, "how about. I hold it down like this." She
smiled sweetly at the boy. Before turning with some vehemence
to the man next to the camera, "there! You can't see little
Jackoff's erection now! I am pressing it down against his
belly!"
"Fine," the man rolled his eyes and sighed. "Whatever. Can we
just get some usable takes in the can please?!"
Ms. Americana blanched, "you want me in the toilet now?!" She
shook her head and turned back to the boy and smiled again,
"there. I will hold it down for you. So you can put your
hands back up on the top of the covers like they wanted you
to do."
The boy smiled back at her and nodded and his hands popped
back up and draped themselves over the lip of the coverlet
like begging puppy dogs paws.
"So cute. Now, let's see my adventure with Phuc Toys," Ms.
Americana sighed and tapped her chin with her free hand.
"No, no, no." The man waved his arms in agitation. "How about
this? You tell the prize winning boy here about some 'other'
super heroine's adventure."
"Some other?!" Ms. Americana growled. "Listen, I believe I am
in more of a position to judge Jackoff's interests than you.
And I can assure you just the 'mention' of me and Phuc Toys
has him... most excited!"
"And I am the director and I can assure 'you' that I know
what will sell more boxes to mother's in the grocery cereal
isle and a story about you and some clown is not going to do
it!"
"Okay, okay." Ms. Americana waved the agitated director down
with her free hand as she leaned her head back in thought.
She was several minutes thus illuminated by the room's only
light, the lamp that sat on the night stand next to her.
The director leaned into the camera man and whispered, "can
you see her touching the boy's winky through the camera
lens?"
"No, no, I think we will be all right. The foot board of the
bed is covering it for the most part and the layers of quilt
and covers is rather lumpy. But she keeps slipping nips like
with every heart beat." The camera man sighed.
"Can't be helped. She must shoe horn those chest melons into
that top. Still this may end up being the first 'R' rated
children's cereal show in television history." The director
sighed, "tell me again why I am doing this?"
"Brenda Wade is paying us each enough to buy a sports car for
each day of the week," the sound man offered as he once again
raised up the boom mic for the next take.
"Right. Right, sports car. Okay, Ms. Americana let's try
another one of you telling the boy a story. a story about
some other super heroine who is not dealing with large clown
toys." The director sighed and forced a smile.
"They weren't large clown toys. They were- never mind." Ms.
Americana blew her bangs out of her eyes and turned back to
the boy. Leaning in close to him. "Are you feeling all right,
honey? You look a little flushed and your, well, your
manhood, which by the way I must say is something to be proud
of and of decent worthy length and girth, is, shall we say,
jumping about like a chicken with its head cut off. Would you
feel better if I rub your tummy a little? Don't worry, I will
keep your sperm spout held down nice and firm while I rub."
Ms. Americana began to rub her hand up and down under the
blanket and blushed again, "my your, eh, tummy goes all the
way up past your sternum doesn't it?! Heh!"
"Ms. Americana can we please get another take of you telling
the boy a story!"
"Just a second! We are practicing our lines!" The Queen of
Justice turned her angry scowl away from the flustered
director and smiled back at the boy again whispering, "do you
want me to take my glove off? No, do you like the feel of
leather? So do I!" They both squealed and giggled.
Ms. Americana straightened up in her chair and cleared her
throat as her hand rhythmically stroked up and down under the
quilt. "Now, where was I? Oh, yes! A bedtime story!"
The director slapped his forehead and motioned the camera man
to keep on filming it, "maybe I should go into radio?"
"Well, it all starts with famous Mexican Wrestler named, El
Grande, or El Grandiouso, or Elle Greatbiggie, anyway, his
name was immigrant melon picker for 'the big'."
The sound of three head slaps filled the room as Ms.
Americana continued.
"El Grande was a large man, almost seven feet tall, and huge
in muscles. He was not only an undefeated wrestler winning
many belts and titles but he had his own series of movies
too. In the movies he would pretend to be a super hero and
wear his wrestling costume and he would wrestle the bad guys
to win the day!"
He was the undisputed champion for ten years in Mexico. Which
is to say, he was king of a very small and pathetic mountain.
For Mexico is like what Des Moines, Iowa is to Paris, France
or what Paris, France is to well, Wade Tower!"
More head slaps.
"So this big fish in a small fish bowl thought himself nacho
macho in his backwater fame. Then one day a young girl came
along. Her name was Wolf Woman."
"She beat everyone in the ring and out of it. She was a
'real' super heroine. Well, for Mexico purposes that is, not
by the standards of Delta, City. But still she was not bad
for a third world's countries so called standards."
"Eventually, she crossed paths with El Grande. He cheated. He
soaked her towel and wash rag she used between rounds with
chloroform."
"What's chloroform?" The boy meekly asked.
"Say, who's getting the sticky fingers here?! Am I in charge
or what? So, don't interrupt and let me tell the story!"
"Chloroform is bad stuff that naughty boys use on hot sexy
babes like me. You don't happen to have any around do you?
No? Good. Good. It's wicked stuff! The devil's cologne!
Knocks you on your ass. But really makes the orgasm a
whirlwind riptide of slow explosions. So, you don't have any?
Hmmm, I may have a few confiscated bottles down in the car...
maybe after we get done filming I can show you more about it
in detail?"
"Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. So by cheating in various
ways, El Grande kept beating and humiliating Wolf Woman in
the ring. But that spunky spic kept coming back!"
More head slaps and now suppressed weeping by the director.
"But El Grande knew it was only a matter of time before this
superior woman beat him and took away all his fame and glory
and sponsors!"
"Desperate. El Grande sought out the sinister scientist
Doctor Pervo. Together with Doctor Lactosnova and a hefty
paycheck to both. The two fiends managed to concoct a rare
and powerful potion made out of super heroine mammary milk!"
"Tell me, Jackoff, do you know about super heroine milk? No?
Well, let me slip out a nipple and give you a free taste!
There! Suck on that! Ahhhhhh, not too much now. Wow! That's
got your, er, heart pulsing like mad, eh?! Ha! Okay, that's
enough now. You'll be up for hours, if you know what I mean."
Sounds of equipment being packed up filled the small room
which had grown even smaller to the two at the bed.
"Now, this super serum made El Grande even bigger, stronger,
more powerful! So powerful that Wolf Woman no longer had a
chance against him! She would never be able to defeat him. Or
anyone else for that matter. He was unbeatable!"
"But there was a price, and one more than mere money, for
using this illegal serum. Taking it did indeed turn this
mammoth of a man into a true titan. But when the serum wore
off it shrunk El Grande down into this tiny frail half
crippled withered old man. So El Grande who had been large
and powerful for as long as he could remember was now small
and frail and helpless."
"Still, the experimental serum had another side effect as
well. To transform back into the super sized El Grande from
the withered old man, El Grande no longer needed to use the
serum. He only needed super heroine milk!"
"In, fact he learned there was no limit to his power if he
kept taking super heroine milk! The fresher the better! Right
out of the jug is how he preferred his milk! Right there in
the ring he would top Wolf Woman and suckle her jug and grow
in size and even more in power!"
"Now, El Grande had wisely kept his secret or civilian
identity, hidden from everyone throughout his career. So when
he started to attack super heroines and drain their jugs
right there on the public street in his uncontrollable thirst
for milk and power; none knew that the withered old man in
the wheel chair was his alter ego!"
"El Grande's secret name had been Hector Payne. And so the
withered up old man in the wheel chair was called Hector
Payne. As El Grande increasingly lost control and behaved
more and more alarmingly monestrous; the old man Hector Payne
became more and more kind and generous and a benefactor to
millions of poor and suffering. A real Jerk and Slide."
"I think you mean, 'Jeckle and Hyde'?" The boy whispered, his
voice horse and heavy from Ms. Americana's absent minded
powerful 'tummy' rubs.
"Hey, who is doing the fist pumps here? Stop correcting me.
It's my story. Your story will be telling all your friends
tomorrow at school how even sexier and hotter I am in
person!"
"Now, where was I? Hey, where is everyone going?!" Ms.
Americana startled to see the three men laden with their
packed up gear leaving the boys' upstairs bed room.
"I think we have enough," the director said. "I have a friend
who is a great voice actress. I am sure we can over-dub some
'Little Golden Book' over a montage of images we got.
We only have to fill an hour and with the sponsor
advertisements that should only be about fifteen minutes of
actual show time." The director sighed and closed the bedroom
door behind him and you could hear the muffled clump of their
feet going down the hallway and then down the staircase to
the front door.
"Oh," Ms. Americana frowned and looked down puzzled for a
moment. "Okay, scooch over. My hand is getting tired. Let me
finish the tale while I sit on your belly and rub you with
my, eh, lower-ish belly." Ms. Americana giggled and tossed
the bed covers back and sat upon the boy's lower body. "Here,
look how sticky and wet you got your pajama's! You know I
never sleep in pajamas. Nope. It's true. I sleep in the raw.
Want me to show you? We can have a sleep over now all those
stuffy men left!"
Ms. Americana was out of her costume in a flash. "I always
leave my boots on and the mask of course. And you said you
liked the gloves. So yeah. Now you get out of your sweaty
clothes as well!"
In another flash she had the boy out of his clothes and was
straddled over him. Her crotch against his huge pecker. "Now,
ahhhh, isn't that better?! Now, I can just rock my body, nice
and slowly, up and down, while I tell you the rest of the
story. OH! You really do have a very nice, er, well you know.
Biggest I have seen all week and trust me in my line of work
I see more of them than a hooker and a sports doctor and a
priest combined!"
"Now, where was I? Oh, ye-esssss. So, no one had any idea
that this old man Payne was really also El Grande and the
super sized El Grande at that! So, when Hector Payne
announced this idea of a super heroine free for all steel
cage bra and panty match for charity. WELL! No one expected
anything devious at all! I mean what could be more innocent
than super heroines yanking each others clothes off for
charity?!"
"We all showed up. They had converted a basketball court into
this massive steel cage wrestling ring. Now, OH! OH! OH!
AHHHHHHhhhhhhh! You know, if, if one, ah, slips in life. It's
okay. If well, something were to slip, say, in. That would be
alright. That's all I am saying my little Jerkoff. That we
all slip UP into things sometimes and that it is perfectly
normal and fine and yessss so very good when we do and not to
be worried about it at all but enjoyed so very very oh so
much."
"Oh, now the steel cage was sort of hanging above the ring.
So you could still crawl under the cage and over the ropes
and into the ring. We all stood around the ring.
Cameras everywhere! Big screens for the live audience and
closed circuit live broadcasts for tens of millions of more!"
And Wolf Woman started in the ring as odds on favorite. I
went in next and after that at every two minute interval in
would go another super heroine. The rules were simple; if you
had your bra or panty yanked off you the person who did got
points. If you got tossed out of the ring you had to have
your hands cuffed behind your back before you could return to
the ring. The person who yanked off a bra won five points.
Panties were worth ten points. If you lost both your bra and
panties you were eliminated from the competition and had to
stand outside the ring waiting for the match to conclude."
"I remember Got Gal, and Wolf Woman, and me teamed up against
Omega Woman. Those super heroines who were not normally
wearing bikini or bra and panties costumes had to wear a bra
and panty combo that mirrored their regular costume."
"I took Flag Girl out in seconds. As soon as she entered the
ring I reached out a hand as if to welcome her and yanked off
both her top and bottoms in one lunge! And then I picked her
up and tossed her out of the ring! Ha! You should have seen
her face! She had to spend the rest of the match with her
hands cuffed behind her back while camera crews almost shoved
their lenses up her vulnerable shaved teen snatch! Ha ha
heee! Classic!"
"They had all kinds of hoops and chains up above inside the
cage to hassle the flyers and give us non-flyers something to
cling to when we attacked them up there."
"If you pinned someone you got twenty points and they lost a
bra, or a panty if they already had lost their bra, and if
they were just down to a panty they lost that and the match."
"Most points won the match. The pot of money raised was tiled
down from first to last for the super heroine's charity of
their choice; minus the money being raised for other
charities by the event its self."
"Had one strange rule. Whoever came in second place lost all
their points which where then divided up equally amongst
first and third and fourth place."
"So to be second place was to be last place."
"You see Jackoff. It's always good to come first but never
second. Unless, doing so would leave a horny unsatisfied
super powered bitch hanging. Hmmmmm, yes, hold it in. Good
boy. Such a very good boy. Let's pick up the pace and see how
you do in the steeple chase!"
"Now here was the kicker. When the event seemed over and yes
that cheating slut Wolf Woman did technically win, but she
must be double jointed or something, which I am sure was a
serious rules violation. But anyway just when we all got back
into the ring for the point tallies. Who comes crashing in,
but El Grande, aka super sized!"
I mean you would have to think it was shear suicide for him
to publicly challenge and then take on all of us at once. But
then one would be forgetting that all he has to do to amp up
his power another notch is to pucker up and start sucking
super heroine milk right out of the jugs!"
"And there were jugs a plenty! For we were all topped and all
but one of us, wolf woman, bottomed as well. And half of us
were still in handcuffs! Let's just say that massive super
sized pecker of his sunk a lot of our shafts to new depths of
humiliation that day as the world watched!"
"In the end we did win. Of course! You see in drinking our
super milk raw like that; warm right out of our ample tits,
not only did he increase his power by taking our power but he
unwittingly took our weaknesses as well."
"To put it bluntly we soaked our nipples in Chloroform and
with each pull he dazed and staggered himself which like a
dog that licks a knife and tastes blood and so he licks it
again, so too did he, feeling weak after drinking from our
knock out knockers, rush to grab another udder and drink yet
again!"
"It was Wolf Woman's idea to pass around the chloroform jar
and dab our nipples with it. All those humiliating bouts with
El Grande and his using the drug on her in so many scheming
ways had paid off in her leering from her enemy and applying
it back upon him ten fold!"
"So, Jackoff, what did you think of your bedtime story? And
what did you think of your impressive cocks first taste of a
superior woman's pussy?"
Just then the bed room door flung open and Ms. Americana
froze and 'EEPED!' As she hand bra and began to babble, "M-M
Misses Jackoff. I can explain. It's not what it looks like. I
am not stealing the cherry of your fine young boy here! He
slipped!"
But it wasn't Misses Jackoff, it was Omega Woman striding
into the room in a blushing gush speaking a mile a minute,
"say, Jack I just saw the lame ass Ms. Americana film crew
leave and I thought you might want to share another Omega
Woman brand soda pop with me. Want to watch me open them with
my pussy again-"
And even as both Omega Woman and Ms. Americana froze
speechless staring at each other the bed room window flew
open and in soared Got Gal also excitedly speaking, "Hey,
Jack I got that little tatoo you thought would look so sexy
just above my clit. It's still a little sore, do you want to
kiss if for me-"
Got Gal froze and exchanged looks with the other two frozen
wide eyed super heroines in the small dark bed room. Before
anyone could say anything the phone rang downstairs and
because Omega Woman was still half way in the doorway with
the door open they could hear the answering machine pick-up.
"This is Jack. Start talking or start walking."
"Jack this is your agent Randal. Look Big House Books is
really excited by the idea of a super heroine sex harem book.
They loved the chapter on Azure Angel titty fucking you on
the subway in front of a bunch of girl scouts and Shield
letting you do her up the ass at the Mayor's wedding. The
pictures are just amazing! But they say it's not a done deal
unless you nail Ms. Americana as well. So I hope the whole
prize bedtime story thing was worth the bribes we paid to
make you the winner. You know I have to hand it to you. I
thought you were nuts at first. But you were right. The
secret to nailing super heroine pussy is pretending to be a
sweet innocent virgin kid. Who would have thought a twenty
seven year old geezer like you could have pulled that off!
Well, call me back and let me know if you banged the hell out
of the Queen herself! Oh and I hope you remembered to re-load
all your bed room cameras with film! Need the pics for proof!
And for the book! Latter!"
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