1 comments/ 8213 views/ 5 favorites Adventures of Buttman and Cuntwoman By: craigool [Beware the Ganja Grenades!] [Author's notes: Warning! This is Humor and Satire story. If you need to give a lecture about faithfulness or STDs, give it to your own wife. It involves a variety of sexual activities, including same sex activities and incest. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.] Ben Dover and his wife Tracy are at church when the first attack is unleashed. Four Ganja Grenades are thrown simultaneously from four different sides of the octagonal worship hall. Thick green smoke envelopes the crowd of worshipers as they cough from too much smoke at once. Reaching for Tracy, Ben passes out. "Are you OK, honey?", a masked woman in pink spandex asks him, her suit covering exactly the reverse of what a bathing suit would cover, leaving her firm 32C breasts, fire engine red pussy, and muscular fine tight ass on display. He thinks he recognizes her voice. He thinks he recognizes her long red flowing hair. He knows it's his wife, Tracy. "Tracy?" he calls out plaintively. "No Tracy here. I'm Cuntwoman. You're Buttman. We're a crime fighting duo. Yes, we are husband and wife, but the nature of our crime fighting powers requires us to sleep around. Just as with everyone else here in the Hall of the Sexual Justice League." She says clearly, and he knows it is true. He's sees Dickman (sheesh, he really should put that thing away before he pokes someone's eye out), a 6'6" lanky dude, about 180 pounds, with size 18 feet and a size 15 inch cock. Titwoman (is 36FF a real bra size?) is a latin / polynesian mix on a 5'6", 150 pound luxury chassis, customized with long straight dark hair. Asswoman (should have been his soulmate but they broke up in college), another latin crossbreed with at least a 42C chest on a 5'4" 180 pound very softly padded chassis and booty for days. Lezwoman (always has eyes on his wife) a dark Romanian Ashkenazi Jewish princess, checking in at a sleek 34B 5'7" 150 pounds. Ballman (how can a nutsack hang so low yet be so big and furry?), the Scotch/English mutt with a 5'11" frame, 180 pounds of man, and two solid tennis balls weighing a pound each in his nutsack, which he often ties around his cock for comfort. Clit Cat (how does one get a clit that big?), built on a petite 5'2" chassis, a real knockout at 120 pounds. Clusterfuck (five military guys of indeterminate sexuality and standard equipment), of various height close to 6', and various trim athletic figures close to 185.2734 pounds. Buttman sees the angelic Bald Virgin (able to seduce but never produce), a rare blonde with an innocent face, 5'4" and a thin 120 pounds. Bad Ass (a reformed biker with a serious bisexual bent) sides of his head shaved with piercings enough to completely frustrate a TSA search, 6'4" and 200 pounds more. Buttman sees the Flaming Cuckold, flouncing in his pink panties, at 6'2" and 195 pounds just a bit too heavy to be flouncing. Then there is his wife Shameless Slut, a voluptuous goddess built on the standardized Racquel Welch / Jayne Mansfield boner approved chassis. No non-gay male could say no to her, and she always said yes to them. At 5'7" tall enough to dominate other women, yet with 36DD breasts and a trim 150 pounds, easily spankable. There were many, many others, all well known household names. Our leader, Beaver Splitter (6'1" 250 pounds, close relative of either George Clooney or Pierce Brosnan) takes the podium. "We have been attacked, most likely by the Moral Minority. Their repression of sex in our society must come to an end! They are undoubtedly going to escalate criminal activities to try to sell the Immoral Majority on their prurient, self serving restrictions. No more Guilt! Use your crime fighting powers to cock block their crime wave and take them down, shorts and all! All the young women cum with me! The rest of you, deploy back to your neighborhoods and monitor your police scanners. Handle each call as if the future of our country depends on it! It does!" Beaver Splitter urges us, as he ushers the young women back to his chambers, no doubt seeking to discover and develop their crime fighting powers too. Reinforcements would be a good thing in a National crisis. We are no sooner in the car, than we get a call "Domestic disturbance, 1423 Dorothy NE". "Step on it!" Cuntwoman cries out, as I floor the accelerator on the red Prius. We are only blocks away, and are the first responders. "You take the wife. I'll isolate the husband." Cuntwoman says, the red hair around her tight pussy glistening with arousal. This is what we do. This is what we live for. She arches her back, thrusting out her breasts, as she moves toward the yelling husband. He is an average height latino, dark and swarthy, maybe 5'7", essentially the same height as my wife, 150 to 175 lbs, maybe a little heavier than she is, dressed in a wife beater undershirt and tighty-whitety briefs. My sexray vision detects he is only about average in endowment. Cuntwoman does not hesitate. She swipes a hand down into her sweet slit, then in a beautiful circular block inserts her fingers into his open mouth. He instantly stops yelling and starts putting his best Latin lover moves on my wife. She is prepared for him, yanking down his briefs, doing a sweep kick to take his legs out, midair pommel horse dismount, as she jams his now hard cock into her tight pussy. He is grunting and thrusting inside her before their knees even touch the carpet. I turn my attention to his wife. Luxurious 36DD breasts that are deliciously bloopy, sexray vision confirms they haven't been touched in a week. I immediately execute two outer circular blocks over her arms, bringing my hands up inside, trapping her arms against my body as I fondle her nipples, rubbing them through her faded camisole and pinching them to get her attention. She does not stop yelling, and even gets louder as she sees her beloved Marcos fucking my wife right in front of her. Well, I tried to be nice. My hands pull down her sweatpants, as they glide over her luxurious well padded ass, her 5'4" 135 pound to 150 pound frame easily overpowered by my 5'11" 200 pound torso. But the "Arooh?" look on her face when my thumbs slide into her asshole is priceless. Quiet now, I use my thumbs to pick up my ass puppet, and drop her mouth on my 8" thick cock. My fingers enter her wet cunt as my index fingers tease her clit, while my thumbs make the ass puppet suck, just enough to get me fully hard. Sexray vision confirms her asshole was virgin until my thumbs arrived, and her cunt hasn't been filled in two weeks. Neglected Harpy Syndrome (NHS), we see it all the time. My duty is clear. Flipping my thumbs, I spiral her into the air, end over end, timing the landing to have her soft butt bounce once on my legs as I sit on their couch, only for that same soft butt to bounce off my washboard abs and drop her sweet cunt onto my cock. She hasn't felt anything like that in a long time, and she starts grinding into me, as I finger her clit. She needs a good long ride, and I intend to give it to her. Cuntwoman has telepathic powers when it comes to fucking, and switches Marcos into a nice slow 69. Good training to help relieve NHS, if she can only remember to give him the command to do it often while he is still under the effect of her pussy hypnoslime. Seeing her giving him the nice slow blowjob I myself crave reminds me to pay more attention to my wife's clit and less to her ass, as I gladly realize that might be the key to getting more of both. Time for the main event. I start sliding fingers into her cunt along with my cock, then out to rub her rosebud, rubbing and lubing, rubbing and inserting, rubbing and fingering, rubbing and thrusting. Then in a quick motion as my hand holds her brown star open, I simply change holes, fucking her thoroughly as she moans. My fingertips return to her clit as I slowly pick up the pace to put the boots to her. I have the strangest feeling that I know this woman, because she looks so much like the porn star Yurizan Beltran, but that thought doesn't help me at all. My self control is gone, and I am wailing on her ass, forcing her to stand and bend over to grab their coffee table, as I smash my cock into her fluffy butt, over and over until it's over. Marcos is now standing, being sucked by my wife as she reaches climax the old fashioned way – with her own fingers. Marcos is spurting into her open mouth, and fuck me, that's hot, I so seldom get to see the come as she always wants it in her cunt because then it has to be licked out again. We have all come, and peace is restored. We leave as the police arrive, the large black male officer shaking my tainted dick in thanks, his busty blonde partner giving my wife a lip lock and fingering that just goes on and on. I'm not in a hurry, but another call has come in. Blondie slips a business card into the spandex below my wife's tits then reluctantly pats her pussy and lets her go. "Thanks, we couldn't do it without you!", the cops say in unison as they kiss hotly. My sexray vision confirms they both play for both teams. "Bank robbery, 2100 Eubank NE" - "Quick, call for reinforcements!" I yell to Cuntwoman, who is licking her fourth finger clit radio ring to get the right frequency, occasionally moaning as the clit ring focuses the energy to her own clit instead. It is a powerful weapon, one I can only trust in her hands. I've seen her take down a charging bull dyke at fifty paces with it – a weapon truly to be feared. But she is quick, and she is good, and her licking gets to the SJL emergency frequency "Calling for backup, bank robbery at 2100 Eubank, can anyone respond with us?" "Lezwoman here, I'll be there lickety-split!" she calls out boldly. "Clit Cat here, I'll be there to rub them out!" she calls out bravely. We pull up to the old ornate Bank of Fuckville, noting that neither the police or FBI are here yet. Not surprising, we were only blocks away, and there are two donut shops nearby. With their big gas guzzler Tonka Truck Humvees, they probably had to stop for gas too. The perps will be long gone by then. We line up in front of the bank, Cuntwoman with me, Clit Cat and Lezwoman at the other entrance. "1....2.....3....Go!" We enter the bank, removing our hats and sunglasses, placing them on the rack provided. The delay gives our old Nemesis, Overtight Ass a crucial advantage. She and her gang of Prude Asses have the drop on us. They have dildo orgasm time dilation guns trained directly on each one of us. If you have orgasmed in the past month, time only runs at 10% for five minutes. If you have orgasmed in the past week, it runs at 5% for ten minutes. If you have orgasmed in the past day, time only runs at 1% for an hour. It was their preferred weapon of choice, because it smote the fornicators most mightily. "So, Buttman we cross paths again. You are out manned and out dicked today. In fact I will go so far as to say you are fucked." Overtight Ass brags. "Aren't you going to tell us all the details of your secret plan? So that we know we have no hope of defeating you?" I say with a shaky voice, fucking her plan in the ass with my words. "That's true, you can't do anything about it. First we are going to elect Republicans to Congress, and the Senate, then the White House. We will repeal every contraception right and abortion right and privacy right, putting everyone at the mercy of their employers." she brags. "You've already done that." I note. "See, I told you you can't stop it. Then, we will steal all your money from you, by hedge fund scams, and bailout scams, and mortgage scams, and even little old bank robberies like this one. And we will takeover all the liberal businesses and raid your pension funds, and benefits funds, and even child care funds. Then we will pass harsh anti-drug laws to send you lawless fornicators to prison, while we pass the No Fuck No Work law. Employers will be the only people who can fuck you without going to jail. You will never fuck your sweet wife again." she threatens. "You will never get away with it! We will rise up and stop you!" Cuntwoman yells. "Fuck 'em boys!" Overtight Ass commands, and they spray the room, greasing everyone, starting with the superheroes and even the pimple faced teenager opening an account on the wrong day. "See, we're not opposed to sex. Hell, my husband is only gay on weekends. We're just opposed to sex we don't control. You're going to be unable to do a fucking thing about it." she gloats as she crosses the room in a blur, sliding her hand deep into Cuntwoman's cunt, then shoves her hand in my mouth. She is a blur across the room as she does the same thing to Clit Cat, and Lezwoman. Finally, she doses Cuntwoman with her own hypnoslime, noting the ring on her finger. "What do we have here?" She says as she pulls the ring off, and twiddles it around, causing the women in the room to all double over in intensely painful climaxes. 'No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o' I can hear my wife through her telepathic powers as she falls to the floor on all fours. "You, Clit Cat, 69 with Lezwoman, Lezwoman, do the same with her. Both give it your best effort, Eh? Yes, I may be from Alaska, but I do speak Canadian sometimes. If either of you so much as thinks about interfering with our plans, you must do exactly this, 69 with each other for an hour, before you can do anything about it. You, Cuntwoman, you will rub your little clit to an extremely intense orgasm each time you even think about interfering with our plans, and any sexual contact will make them double in intensity. You also will do that for an hour. Buttman, Buttman, Buttman – didn't you realize I'm transgendered, and the clit ring has no effect on me? How I wish I still had my full equipment so that I could fuck that perfect ass off your sweet little wife! But I don't, so you are going to have to do it for me I guess. You will fuck your wife's tight ass HARD for an hour and a half, or any other female in arms reach, and will not climax until the very end. If you even think about interfering with our plans, you will be compelled to find her and fuck her ass hard for an hour and a half. Superheroes, get started." Overtight Ass commands. She is again a blur around the room, giving hypnoslime and following it up with commands designed to make the bank an orgy of deviant fornicators. Fox News has the story "Superhero orgy leaves bank open to robbers" on the flat screen TV. There is nothing I can do but fuck my wife's perfect fucking ass, until the FBI arrives and puts us all to sleep with tranquilizer darts. We are sent to the big hospital downtown, and they give us hypnoslime antidotes, then realize they have to give us another hypnotic to counter the commands. We lose a half a day. We are shaken, and my wife's ass is very sore. When we finally get back to the Prius, Clit Cat and Lezwoman decide to crime fight on their own. We are downtown, and one of their favorite bars that caters to the tastes of women who wear sensible shoes is nearby. "I feel so violated." Cuntwoman says. "I'm sorry dear, but the commands..." Buttman says. "Not that. You did what you were forced to do. No, I'm talking about having my pussy hypnoslime used for evil. Used to further their goals like some perverted chastity belt! Will I ever be able to get wet again, knowing that when I do, they can use it for evil purposes? Or am I supposed to deny everyone this most perfect of all cunts, and have them gain a dark victory over our souls that way? Oh, Buttman...." Cuntwoman sobs, as I hold her gently, knowing how deeply she has been violated. "Disturbance at Gazongas Grande Mall." the police scanner blares. "Back to work. Can you help me save the soul of our country?" Buttman asks Cuntwoman, as he lifts her chin with his finger gently. "Yes. I think I can. Your being so gentle gives me hope we can still win." Cuntwoman replies softly, then says "Step on it! Get this Prius the fuck there!" We peel off the freeway entrance, sliding down the back side of the mall, coming in the rear entrance, right by Hairy's food court. We don't see anything going on, but we are on the lower level. We head up the escalator to the brassiere shops on the upper level. "There. Look! Over there!" Cuntwoman gasps and points. I see Prick Tease, in all her 34G glory, 5'8", maybe 125 pounds, decked out in her finest Victoria's Secret lingerie, marching through the mall. Anyone who gets within twenty feet of her and has ever thought about doing anything to a pussy or tits is trapped in her bubble, but none can approach closer than an arms length. Their unrequited lust simply empowers her, making her seductive range even greater. Soon she will have the entire mall in her thrall. "That isn't what is going on here." Cuntwoman says, pointing "Look!". We see Black Bull, his twelve inch cock hanging limp as he strides towards the mall offices near the middle of the mall. He has Red Bull with him, slightly more energetic, wings tattooed on his back, his twelve inch thick cock also limp, his balls covered by his medicine bag. They are nothing if not bulky, products of the weight rooms in the prison system, sexray vision says they are as bi as the day is long. Both 6'4", 275 plus pounds of almost completely hard man meat. "She is just a diversion. But how do we get past her?" Buttman agrees. "I still have an orgasm grenade in my purse. If you could throw it into her twat, we could slip by her into the offices." Cuntwoman proposes. "I don't know honey. I mean I like the plan, but I would have to skip it off the side of a planter like a stone on a lake, then underneath her lacy panties, and position it directly upon her clit. This sounds like a job for Cuntwoman to me." Buttman says encouragingly. "You still trust me?" her eyes, welling with tears, as she kisses him gently. "With all my heart. Fuck that pussy!" Buttman says gleefully. Cuntwoman grabs the slender white orgasm grenade, arms it by twisting the nurled knob on the bottom, and as it softly hums she backflips off the upper deck to a planter on the lower deck, then does handsprings to close the distance quickly. Prick Tease and her mob have made it to the up escalators near the middle of the mall. Cuntwoman handsprings up the escalator rails, deftly tossing off the grenade so that it bounces on the rubbery escalator step, and right through the extremely gauzy panties up into Prick Tease's cunt with a loud 'squish'! Her mob enforcement powers broken, they are all ravenously upon the former Prick Tease, in what would become one of the longest group sex orgy's of the day. When it is over, she will have changed sides, to become Group Fuck, a three hole conversion, and Cuntwoman did it with a single finger shaped white orgasm grenade! "Hurry, we have to get to the office!" Cuntwoman waves her arm to me. I achieve ass ramming speed in just two steps, as we turn the corner into the small hallway that leads to the mall offices. What we see when we get there is a fearsome sight. Red Bull, his member fully erect, a beer can thick footlong American Indian cock is poised at the lips of the mall manager, who is sweating buckets. His beautiful blonde wife is bent over next to him, her black cocktail dress bunched around her hips, lacy Victoria's Secret VS-12 panties pulled down to her knees, which are spread as wide as the panties will let them. Black Bull is poised with his footlong beer can thick shaft at the entrance to her pussy. He has her firm 36C tits in the hard grasp of his big Black Bull hands, her 5'5" frame shaking, whether with fear or lust or both I can't tell. Black Bull glowers "Sign the papers that give us ownership of the mall or I fuck your wife, HARD, right in front of you, then I will make you clean us. Slowly. With pictures." Adventures of Buttman and Cuntwoman "Do it now, or you will deep throat my cock until I cum in your mouth, and you will beg to suck his cock and let him fuck your wife in front of you whenever he wants." Red Bull glowers. I enter the office as the optically triggered doorbell chimes. Having lost the element of surprise, I simply speak the truth. "Do it and they will fuck you both anyway. It's what they do. The big question is, why do they want the mall?" "What the fuck do you care if we want to tear the ass out of this old mall and fuck the water supply with a series of fracking stations? Who the fuck do you think you are, Al Gore, the Environmental Whore?" Red Bull glowers. "Do it, you little dicked white fucker, or the next word someone says will find us balls deep in both of you!" Black Bull glowers. The mall manager starts signing, as Cuntwoman races past me, diving on the desk. Red Bull and Black Bull wink at each other, as Cuntwoman screams "No-o-o-o-o-o!" They plunge their cocks into the office manager and his wife, impaling him like a frog on a stick, his wife the wriggling worm on a hook. Red Bull snatches the contract right before Cuntwoman's outstretched hand can reach it, using his other hand to reach down to his bag, pulling out magical red chili powder, blowing a puff into Cuntwoman's face, as Black Bull slaps a meaty hand down on her back to pin her to the desk as she vainly struggles to get free. Red Bull blows a puff of red dust into my face, and I am suddenly energized. I don't know where all the energy is coming from. I'm getting very hot, and Red Bull pulls out his glistening member from the mall managers mouth. "You want to suck this too?" Red Bull glowers. I nod my head. "We need to hear it. For the video. Tell me how much you want to suck my cock!" Red Bull glowers, making him seem even hotter to me. I see the video cameras on tripods, noting at least one of them has a perfect shot of my wife's perfect ass. I look at his cock again, and the words flow from me. "I need to suck your cock. It is the most perfect cock I have ever seen. I've never sucked a cock before, so I want to do a good job for you if you will just tell me how!" I beg. "No-o-o-o-o-ooh!" I hear Cuntwoman scream, as Black Bull plunges his massive shaft into her. I know that last sound is my wife orgasming, pinned to the desk. Black Bull pulls the blonde up with his tremendous upper arm strength (thanks to our nation's investment in prison facilities) and places her sopping box in front of my wife's face. She would have licked it on her own as soon as she noticed, but it is more fun for him to grab her by the hair and force her mouth down into it. That is the last thing I see, because I'm now the frog on a stick. He shoves it in my mouth hard, so hard he goes right through my gag reflex, and I'm gagging, choking, then suffocating on his cock. He pulls back to where the tip is just in my mouth barely before I black out, as I hear the "ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh" continuous orgasm moans from my wife. She is getting the fucking of her life, and I can't even see it! So I resolve to do what I can, licking and sucking the tip, stroking the shaft with my hands, jerking his cock off into my mouth. I don't know what to do, but I know what I like, so I try to give him the best blowjob I can. He lasts a long time, I don't know whether it is my inexperience, or if it just takes him a long time to come, but finally his huge cock is spurting in my mouth and I am swallowing his cum. It doesn't taste as bad as I feared, kind of like Four Loco. "There you go. Now you are officially a bisexual cocksucking blowjob cum swallowing whore." Red Bull taunts. "And your wife is now officially a bisexual black cock slut. Once she's gone black, she'll never go back." Black Bull taunts. Black Bull is cumming in my wife as she screams in ecstasy, pulling out to plunge it into my mouth, pulling me off Red Bull's cock, and I don't want to let go. His cum is creamier, deep throating is easier the second time around, and I even lick his balls at the bottom of each stroke. He pulls out of my mouth and returns to fucking the blonde, as I see his cum pooling and dripping from Cuntwoman's hot stretched pussy. I have to have it. I have to have it all. I lick the carpet to get the drips, then feast on her snatch, as she writhes in climax after climax brought by my tongue. Fluffer, Fellatrix, and the Swallower barge into the office, as Hump Dee grabs my balls, pulling me out of the office to drop me in the mall hallway. Hump Dee returns with Cuntwoman, dropping her on top of me in the 69 position, an amazing feat considering Hump Dee is a petite Asian woman. We still haven't come down from the chili powder, so we start working towards our own totals of personal best numbers of orgasms in a single day, using every single trick we know about what turns each other on. I lick up her inner lips, around the clit, then down the other side, looping through her still slushy cunt as Black Bull's cum, mixed with hers, drains into my mouth and throat. I see Group Fuck rush into the office, followed by a gaggle of people. As I cum in Cuntwoman's mouth, I decide it is safest if we retire from this field of battle. Her fuck telepathy is back, I don't know if I could have taken it while sucking Red Bull's cock and her fluffing the blonde while being fucked by Black Bull's cock to continuous orgasms, but she senses we are no longer under the influence and need to leave. As we leave I see Hump Dee, her 30DD jugs bouncing her tight little Asian ass on Black Bull, and he is whimpering from the hard pounding she is giving him. She is eating the blonde's snatch, while the Swallower rides Black Bull's face, and he is swallowing every drop of her prodigious cum, fucked into submission as she sucks Red Bull into submission, propped up against the wall, balls making that empty straw sound, no medicine bag in sight, only a pair of, cock size considered, rather smallish balls. 'He must have used the medicine bag as a codpiece' I think to myself. I am still drawn to them, and Cuntwoman pulls me towards the exit, as I recognize Group Fuck, Fluffer, and Fellatrix at the bottom of the orgy pile. We walk in the parking lot, past the J.C.Penny, towards the food court. I was never so glad to see the little red Prius as I am today. What a fucking day! We head home in the Prius, only a couple of miles from the mall. I need to be with my wife. But even crime fighting superheroes have limits, and my half hard cock barely touches the walls of her stretched out sloppy cunt before we are both snoring. The next morning I awaken to a deliciously tight cunt fucking my deliciously hard cock, and look up to see my wife's bare back. I don't even remember pulling the spandex off last night. Only then do I sense someone else is with us, as my wife's head is obviously bobbing on someone's hard cock. I hadn't scheduled a threesome, so I'm somewhat put out, until I see who it is. Bobby, my stepson, about 6'1", 275 pounds of fucking football scholarship free ride to college. Fucking his mother's mouth with a fucking big cock! I knew the boy had size sixteen feet, but I hadn't stopped to calculate that meant he'd have a twelve inch wrist thick cock! Seeing him fuck her mouth like that sends me over the edge, as her cunt walls spasm to milk me dry. Pulling her mouth off of him, Cuntwoman says "I'm wet enough to fuck you now, my son." He lies down on our bed, as his mom mounts him, while I slide behind my wife and rub my wet cock at her backdoor. It opens for me as we start DP-ing Cuntwoman. I twist her nipples as I ask "How long has this been going on?". "About a year. Remember his 21st birthday? We went to Vegas, and you had to work? Well there were skanky strippers, and even skanky-ier hookers, so when I saw his gift, I had to channel it." she says as the almost perpetual climaxes ripple through her cunt walls, clenching down as we fuck her. "That's right Dad, she channeled me. Stuffed me right into her channel. Best pussy EVER. Epic fuck. The guys and I took turns and..." Bobby says gleefully as I interrupt him. "A gangbang and no pictures? What kind of wife are you?" I taunt. "A good one. I didn't say there weren't pictures. I was saving them as a birthday gift." Cuntwoman says, humping herself onto us, squeezing down and clenching down as much as she can while the orgasms roar through her. "I'm getting close to cumming, Mom. I think I'm going to put on the Spandex today. Call me the Banger from now on." Bobby the Banger says. "Then bang me, hard, both of you!" Cuntwoman commands. We do as commanded, and the speed of our strokes inside her increase, until she screams, we scream, we all scream for cum scream! As Bobby pulls out, I move down to suck him clean. "Uh, why are you doing that Dad?" Banger asks hesitantly. "Because it is good manners son. Don't want cum dripping all over for people to slip on or have to clean up, much less walk on. We will both be cleaning up your Mom when I'm done." I say as I lick the tip of his huge cock, so intense right after he's just cum, then deep throat the shaft. "Guess I better just man-up then." Banger says as he swallows my cock, and the top of my head comes off with pleasure, way too intense so close to an orgasm. "Ease up a little son. I've just come, like you, and the pleasure is too intense." I instruct. "I know Dad. I was just getting you back for 'making' me suck your cock!" Banger teases. "Harumpf! Wet dripping holes over here guys." Cuntwoman complains. "At your service ma'am." I declare as I pull off of Banger's cock to lick out my wife's pussy. The cum mixture is exquisite, with a cinnamon flavor, as I remember Banger doesn't take sugar with his coffee, but uses cinnamon to sweeten it. Salty, creamy, but the spice really adds something. I wonder what his new superpowers will be? He dives into Cuntwoman's ass, feasting on my cum and ass lube as he reaches around to start stroking my cock, so I retaliate by stroking his, and we are both quickly fully hard as Cuntwoman keeps bucking her hips against our faces. I diddle her clit with my other hand. Banger is twisting her nipples hard, and she is cumming more intensely with each lick, diddle, and tweak. "Emergency alert! Emergency alert! Attack on the Hall of the Sexual Justice League! All available law enforcement respond!" blares from the police scanner. "Crap!" I yell into my wife's pussy, as she rolls her hips and drops a big blob of cum into my mouth tasting of cinnamon, and another one smelling of ass into my hair. "Crap! Crap! Crap!" we all yell together as we try to sort out the spandex, get dressed, and rush to the Prius. Cars and trucks are racing into the Hall's parking lot as we arrive, superheroes boiling out to rush inside. We are one of the last to arrive, having fought the morning rush hour traffic on the freeway. When we get inside, we see Beaver Splitter, and twelve new superheroes arranged on the floor laying down in a circle around him, their wet cunts glistening with each shade of haircolor, each size of boobs. It is like a twelve month calendar of the most fuckable women on earth. They are all completely unconscious. "So what do you think of our evil plan now? Especially since you have walked right into our trap!" Overtight Ass gloats over the speaker system, her voice laughing at us. "Your evil plan has failed! We have won, can't you see that?" Cuntwoman brags. "I don't think so." Black Bull steps out, pulling an invisible rope, forcing Cuntwoman to take a step forward towards him every time he pulls on the invisible rope with his hands. "For God's sake someone help me!" Cuntwoman cries out, fighting his pull on her as hard as she can, but still losing ground every time he pulls on his long rope. "Nobody else move!" Overtight Ass demands as she moves towards the podium with the radio microphone in her hand. Her Prude Asses back the threat up with dildo guns. "Not so fast!" Bald Virgin steps forward, showing her bald slit directly to each man in turn, then says "I'm a virgin, but my mouth, cunt, and ass won't be for long. Gangbang at my place for everyone who breaks their dildo gun over their knee." she turns, and seductively wiggles her ass as she walks out of the hall. Every dildo guns snaps in half, and the Prude Asses follow her out. "Somebody fucking help me!" Cuntwoman screams, as Black Bull pulls her closer and closer, tugging on his invisible rope. Banger races to her side, as Red Bull joins Black Bull, and the tug of war for my wife's cunt begins. Both sides grab tits, cunt, or cock just to hold on, and the superior number of good people in the world seems like they will prevail, but a spooky new voice joins the game. "If you don't let her go, I will release these Ganja grenades. They will make you powerless, unable to resist us. You will forget all about who you are. You will forget all about us, and our plans will succeed through your ignorance. Or you can give her to us, let us use her as we will, and all your superpowers will be safe. You world will still change, but a little more slowly. We will still strip you of your reproductive, privacy, and equality rights, but you won't really mind it." the voice says over the sound system. "Who the fuck are you and how the fuck do you think you will get away with it?" Bad Ass demands. "We are the Tiny Cock brothers. Our dicks aren't big enough to fuck anything, so we have to fuck over everybody instead. These twelve Anal virgins so thoughtfully provided by Beaver Splitter will radiate the power of the Goddess Ass-tighty, and everybody will pucker up. Everybody will be worried someone else is getting more than they are, and they will shut it down! Pretty soon laws will be passed, and the LGBT will be hunted down and imprisoned like the perverts that they are, until finally, the No Fuck No Work law is passed and only your employers will be allowed to fuck you, as it should be. We will have all the money, and we will run all the companies, and we will control all the cock and cunt in the world." a Tiny Cock propounds. "There's just one problem with that" Bad Ass says, "you don't have any virgins left!" Bad Ass rushes to the closest virgin, as do Banger and Buttman. Clusterfuck rappels down from the ceiling, taking five more. Asswoman straps on her strap on and takes another. Dickman and Ballman each take one. That leaves a single anal virgin. Thank goodness the girls were unconscious, as they only had spit for lube. Tiny Cock laughs "We can do it with a single anal virgin, it will just take twelve times as long." The Flaming Cuckold brazenly steps forward, saying "I may not be the biggest cock here, but I can still fuck!", as he takes his 4" cock and fucks the last anal virgin. "No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o" the Tiny Cocks scream, as they lose their grips on the ganja grenades. Thick green smoke envelopes the crowd of crime fighting superheroes as they cough from too much smoke at once. Reaching for Cuntwoman, Buttman passes out. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= They awake powerless, unable to do the things they normally do. They are clothed in simple suits and dresses, nary a cock, or cunt, or even nipple directly in sight. But there were only two grenades, so the mind wipe / reality wipe was only half complete. Ben Dover still knows he is also Buttman. Tracy Dover still knows she is also Cuntwoman. Bobby Dover still knows he is Banger. The Right Reverend Billy Smithe still knows he is Beaver Splitter, and so does everyone else. Dick Johnson is still known to all as also being Dickman. Kiki Tavares is clearly recognized as Titwoman (with 36FF breasts how could she not?). Anna Alvarez is the magnificent, heroic Asswoman. Leslie Lickovitz is clearly Lezwoman, and still can't keep her eyes off of Tracy (nor does she have to do so). Bernard Baggins is clearly Ballman, a vision Ben wishes his memory would let go of, but it will not. Cleopatra Gato is clearly Clit Cat, and a very close friend. John, Jacob, David, Jim, and Robert make up Clusterfuck when they aren't attending ROTC. Beverly Vigil was the Bald Virgin, and probably will have to pick a new superhero name. Brian Arnold is Bad Ass (and still a reformed biker with a serious bisexual bent). Fleming Chesterfield is the Flaming Cuckold with his wife Samantha Sirius-Chesterfield, who is, and always will be, the Shameless Slut. Farrah Flowers is Fluffer, Fey Gomez is Fellatrix, and Sylvia Ortiz is the Swallower. Gina Flores is Group Fuck. Hong Davis is Hump Dee, and looks glorious in her little yellow skirt suit. We go back to our lives as mundane mortals. Bobby goes back to college, we all go back to work, and only see little glimpses of what was before. I go out to get the morning paper, seeing Kevin, the black cop from the 1423 Dorothy call, with his husband, Bill. They invite Tracy and I to come hot-tubbing with them anytime, saying they would be glad to give her some airtight experiences and give me the fluffer experiences I need. As they go back inside, Heidi, the blonde from the call and Kevin's partner, invites Tracy and I to join her and Gloria, her wife for some hot-tubbing and wine. She says they are eager to start a family, and would rather be bred by someone they know and love, while they are also quite certain that Tracy needs to log more time as a fluffer. I tell her we will give them a call. I go to the bank to find out what the hell is going on with our home improvement loan, we need to get a hot tub like everybody else, and my credit should be good. Up shows Miss Sarah Palin look-alike, the branch manager. I go into her office with her, close and lock the door, close her blinds. "Mr. Dover? Casey Greenshade. I'm afraid there's a problem with your loan..." she says in the faux polite voice of the bureaucrat-ese. "It's Ben Dover. As in Bend Over." I say as she is bending over her desk, pointing at some forms. I move quickly to her side behind her desk, pressing her down into her desk, flipping up her skirt. "What are you doing, Mr. Dover?" she asks in the faux polite voice. "Correcting my application." I say as I yank her beige grandma panties down, pulling the tube of lube from my pocket. Thank goodness I came prepared. I squirt the cool lube onto her brown starfish, following it with a finger, then two fingers, and then start fucking her ass with my thumb. I take my arm off her back, using the now freed hand to rub her slimy pussy. I'm going to have to use all three holes today I decide. I lube up my cock, sliding it slowly into her pussy, as I keep fucking her asshole with my thumb and fingering her clit. She is cumming like gangbusters as I take the clit hand and add its thumb to spreading her ass hole. She is breathing hard, and cumming hard, as I slide my cock out of her pussy and into her ass. Her tight sphincter snaps back around my shaft, making it impossible to move, so I yank open her blouse, probably losing some buttons on the floor, push up her bra over her small boobs, and start yanking hard on her nipples. The resulting climax relaxes her so much I can move freely, and I begin fucking her overtight ass for all it is worth. I fuck her for a good solid ten minutes while yanking on her nipples. She is quietly muttering "Shit! Shit! Shit!" under her breath with each climax, until mine joins her. I spin her around, sliding my cock into her mouth to catch the last few spurts, then keep it there for her to clean me off. "Ms. Greenshade, this is called loan servicing. I will service you weekly once the loan is arranged. If there are any problems, my son will return with me and he is a third larger in every dimension. We will service you on each occasion until we are satisfied. If it is inconvenient for you to accommodate loan servicing at this location, another will be provided for you. Do you understand the new terms of our loan with you?" I state matter-of-factly. Adventures of Buttman and Cuntwoman "Yes, Mr. Dover and your terms are acceptable. Your loan will be approved before you walk out of the bank today." Ms. Greenshade says happily. "Don't make me come back with my wife. You would have to explain it to her VERY personally." I warn. "Don't worry Mr. Dover, everything will be taken care of as you require. But it might be helpful to have her at one of the offsite loan servicing meetings, just to make sure she is filled in properly." she suggests. "Sounds like an excellent suggestion, I'll let her know. It has been a pleasure doing business with you, Ms. Greenshade." I offer. "I really do believe the pleasure was entirely all mine, except for one small part at the end. Perhaps next time I can be sure you enjoy it more." she offers. "I'd like that. Good day, Ms. Greenshade." I conclude our meeting, opening the blinds, unlocking her door, and leave to go home. It is as she said, our home improvement loan is approved, and I start the work on the deck and hot tub. On one of the trips to get parts, I have to go to a specialty plumbing and electrical supply. Behind the left counter is Red Bull, behind the right counter is Black Bull. I take the list of parts to Red Bull. I stare at his shorts, wondering if it really is true, or if some of the details are off, like with Overtight Ass. "Yeah, I've got what you need. Come with me into the warehouse." he says as I read his nametag – Ron Bluewater, "This ought to be about it." he says as he stops, and drops his shorts. I stare at him, I stare at it. I really is the big cock I remember. "Hey, it isn't going to fluff itself. You want to suck my cock again, right?" he says neutrally. "Yes, yes I do. But I really just came for the parts today. I would like for you and Brad – what's his last name -", I pause. "Bedezi. Don't worry, everybody just calls him Brad. Are you sure you don't want to suck it? You did so good last time, made me come in your mouth and everything." he blinks, his pale blue Apache eyes drilling into me. "Thanks, but as I was saying, Tracy, my wife and I would like you to join our hot tub party a week from Saturday. Bring Brad. We'll give you everything we gave you last time and more." I offer. "I'm in. You sure have one sweet wife there. I'd love to fuck her again if you are willing." Brad says as he pulls some parts from the shelf behind us and returns to the front. "Shake my dick goodbye, please." Ron says, as he clasps his hand over mine, using me to fist his cock. "Cum to the hottub party. Everything we did before and more. Promise." I say as I peel his hand from mine and my hand from his now turgid cock. "Kiss, kiss?" he puckers up. "No, Ron. At the party. Not before. Get over it." I say harshly. "Hey, a guy's got to try, right?" he winks at me, and says, "I'll pull these parts and maybe one of my own. Will you still be able to say no to me when I'm fully hard?" I give up on trying to get through to him, and go back up front. Brad notices right away and says "Ron can be such a jerk sometimes. He doesn't know when to turn it off. If I had another shot at your wife's sweet pussy, or even her perfect ass, I would be the most polite motherfucker you ever met. Plus, you suck cock well and took care of your lady. I could see that happening between us on a regular basis." Brad says softly. "So could we. We just need to wait until the party." I reply dejected. "I'll talk to him man, but part of that is his nature. Pure, primal Apache, having to take anything and everything by having to claw for it himself. He's not a bad dude. Good spirit. I'll get him to chill. Your party is going to be amazing, man." Brad says confidently, then "Sure you don't want to shake my dick goodbye?" "No, thanks, I'm good." I say as we laugh. Ron brings the parts, I cash out, and leave. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= I'm getting curiouser and curiouser, like Alice in Wonderland. I go to 1423 Dorothy, and pull up to the curb. "They're here! They're here!" Maria comes bouncing out of the house, her big tits bouncing everywhere, trying to escape from her t-shirt without a bra, tan shorts, and flop flops. She wraps her soft body around me, kissing all over my face, as Marcos joins her. He kisses my face too, in longer, more masculine kisses. "Where is your beautiful wife?" Marcos asks hopefully. "She's at work. I was just coming to invite you to our hot tub party a week from Saturday. It's a Lingerie Or Less (LOL) party." I offer. "We wouldn't miss it for the world! You saved our lives! You saved our marriage! Marcos truly loves me now!" Maria won't quit kissing all over my face, finally decides to just go for it, moving my hands to her tits while grabbing for my cock and balls. "Maria – Marcos – plenty of time for that at the party. Gotta go now. Love you both." I say warmly as I hand them an invitation. Much more kissing and hugging and then Marcos sweeps her off her feet and carries her inside, kissing her along the way. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= I put the envelopes with the invitations for Kevin and Bill, Heidi and Gloria in their mailboxes. I send invitations to the entire SJL e-mail list, since snail mail might not get there in time. There is one more invitation I need to deliver, but it may have some Alice in Wonderland answers, so I need to deliver it in person. I drive the red Prius to the mall. I peel off the freeway entrance, sliding down the back side of the mall, coming in the rear entrance, right by Hairy's food court. I don't see anything unusual going on, but I'm still on the lower level. I head up the escalator to the brassiere shops on the upper level. Gina Flores works there now, at Cacique. Makes sense for a woman who likes expensive 34G bras. She waves me over for a big bouncing hug. "I'm so excited to see you!" she gleefully says as she stuffs my face into her cleavage. I do the only thing possible as a response – I motorboat her tits. "Are you fucking kidding me! I could get fired for that!" she says as she slaps my face silly with her tits, turning her body from side to side, as she giggles at me. "Hey babe, we're having a party. You should get an e-mail about it but just to be sure, here's a formal invite." I say as I hug her close, grabbing her ass. "Oh god your hands feel good on me! Will this party be big? Will it be slutty?" Gina teases, putting a finger at the corner of her mouth. "Lingerie Or Less (LOL) baby. And it will only be properly slutty if you cum." I tease back. "You say the nicest things! You better fuck me that night or lose my number." Gina pouts. "We could do it right now in your stockroom." I point out. "Ya, but that would only be the two of us. Not the same thing at all." she pouts. "How about a footlong hung son?" I offer. "Ooh, now we're talking! Here? Now?" Gina gushes. "Next Saturday, at the party." I promise. "OK, see you then. I've got other customers now. Bye, baby." she blows me a kiss. I walk down the mall, remembering that night so clearly, but also fuzzily, in a haze, clouded by smoke. I reach the hallway to the mall office. I walk down the hall, and the cum stains I remember shooting onto the wall are still there. At least I think they are mine. I enter the office as the optical doorbell goes off. "Can I help you?" the mall manager asks softly. "Yes, I was here the other night – uh, during the disturbance. There were some video cameras and I know you have video cameras in the mall..." I say as he cuts me off. "I'm sorry, I can't help you. Return to sender, address unknown." he babbles. "Perhaps this will help. I believe it has the answers you seek. And the answer I seek as well." his blonde wife says very carefully as she hands me a manila envelope, with three SD cards and some printed paperwork. "Thank you very much." I say as she starts babbling and bouncing, making her tits shake as she bounces on the office chair. "Blonde Becky Bounces Boners. Blonde Becky Bounces Boners. Blonde Becky Bounces Boners. Blonde Becky Bounces Boners. Blonde Becky Bounces Boners. Blonde Becky Bounces Boners. Blonde Becky Bounces Boners. Blonde Becky Bounces Boners." she repeats over and over and over as she bounces. "I think you broke her, could you go now?" he complains. "If you ever hope to see her working again, bring her to this place at this time next Saturday." I say softly as I hand him an invitation and leave. I'd never before seen the damage done that night. How many innocent girls lost their cherries before their time? How many people had orgasms too intense to handle? The point is driven home with a hammer when I get home and look at the contents of the envelope. Printouts of searches on the (mythical, comic book, take your pick) Sexual Justice League. Finally a picture, of a red, thoroughly fucked blonde pussy, what is commonly called a 'creampie shot', of loads of cum drooling out of her pussy. I know it is her pussy because both my wife and I ate cum out of her pussy that night, and this picture is hours later. Scrawled on the leg of the picture is "I will do anything to feel this way again!" The first SD card has the video from the first video camera, a nice Canon T5i, in HD quality. No spandex, we are all nude the whole time. The video has every detail from before we arrived until after we left and the orgy ended, about 5 hours in all. The second SD card has the video from the second camera, also a T5i in HD quality. It has every detail of my cocksucking with my face clearly visible. I will have to show it to Tracy when she gets home. The final SD card has the mall cameras, us running up to the building nude, up the escalator, Tracy's gymnastic moves to stuff the vibrator up Gina's twat, the ensuing orgy, and the orgy in the hall. Was the spandex all just a fantasy? Or is the total nudity a fantasy, and the spandex real? =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= We go to church on Sunday, and everything is normal. I'm so excited about the hot tub party on Saturday, happy to live in a world where Democrats don't fight with Republicans, but make love with them instead. Hugs are exchanged all around, along with longing glances. Truths are known, secrets revealed, and memories remain. Bobby said it best: "In Vino, Veritas. In Ganja-ness, Truthiness." The four Ganja Grenades are thrown simultaneously from four different sides of the octagonal worship hall. Thick green smoke envelopes the crowd of worshipers as they cough from too much smoke at once. "You will forget all about us, and our plans will succeed through your ignorance." the voice of a Tiny Cock echoes in the sound system of the Hall of the Sexual Justice League.