The Boobit Chapter Ten: A Warm Fuck By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction that contains material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or over. Most of the characters in this story are the creation and property of Mr. X. See the Prologue for a full list. You can send any feedback to: troi@hotmail.com * "I would rather not drown while getting cleaned up!" yelled Ms. Americana. "You can't drown with tits that big to keep you afloat," responded Omega Woman. "I mean you're the one who claimed to have the biggest boobs in the group. If anyone's in danger of drowning it's someone like poor Spectre Girl with her puny DDs." "Hey, I'm still growing," complained Spectre Girl whose blonde hair was plastered to her body with the water as she hung onto her barrel for dear life. Suddenly Ms. Americana shouted, "Hey, I recognize where we are, this is the Esgorath Country Club." "You mean that rich, snooty exclusive place?" asked Got Gal. "I tried to do a story on it as Tonya O'Donnell and they wouldn't even let me on the property. Since I wasn't a member. I asked how much membership cost and they said I didn't have enough money in my bank account to manage the down payment. I don't like to think how they knew about my bank account balance." "Why did you want to do a story on the bastards then?" asked Shield. "I was wondering how many women and minorities they had for members," replied Got Gal. "Well, I’m a member," said Ms. Americana proudly. "Me too," put in Green Spectre. "Figures," muttered Shield since the two heroine's alter egos of Brenda Wade and Axanna Morgan were among the wealthiest people in Delta City. "Did you ever find out about any visible minority members?" Lady Midnight inquired as she looked at Got Gal. "No, I was told that was privileged information," Got Gal called back. "Meaning only the privileged are allowed in," muttered Lady Midnight who then looked over at Ms. Americana. "How about it, if you're a member, you should know whether they have any minority members." "Um, I'm sure there are some," said Ms. Americana weakly. "You haven't seen any though?" persisted Lady Midnight. "No, but I haven't met all the members," protested Ms. Americana. "It's not like the club is some kind of KKK chapter or anything." "Yeah, none of those rich folks would want to ruin a good set of silk sheets," responded Lady Midnight. "Look, we can discuss this later," said Ms. Americana, "let's just try and angle our barrels to the shore here and we can get some help." "Well, some of us might," muttered Lady Midnight, but she followed Ms. Americana's example and edged her barrel closer to the shore. A few minutes later, all fourteen women lay gasping and panting on the grass, their skimpy costumes plastered tight against their voluptuous bodies. "What happened to the woods and the cave?" asked Champion Girl, now that the heroines had time to recover their wits and look around. Flag Girl quickly explained about the Bilbo Brothers, the crystal, pool and how it had all been a hologram. "That building must have been the old brewery that shut down almost a decade ago," said Got Gal. "I had heard that a company called DQ Enterprises had purchased it and announced plans to reopen it." "DQ as in Dragon Queen," growled Green Spectre. "Er, excuse me, but you aren't allowed to be here," said a male voice in a bored upper class drone. The heroines looked up to see two men standing there wearing rather bright coloured clothes and holding golf clubs in their hands. They were in no way threatening and looked disinterested at first, though as they took in the well endowed women in front of them, they began to show more interest. At least, that was what the bulges in their brightly coloured pants said. Both men looked to be around fifty. The one on the left proved to be bald when he doffed his golf cap to mop his brow, while the one on the right still had a full set of hair, though going silver at the temples. Ms. Americana opened her mouth to say that she was a member, but remembered in time that was in her identity as Brenda Wade which she could hardly claim without giving away her secret. "We were attacked and held prisoner by some nefarious criminals," she said instead. "Would you be so good as to let us have a place to get cleaned up and perhaps something to eat. If you can do that, we will soon be on our away and not trouble you again." "Well, I suppose," said the bald one slowly and looking at his companion, he gave him an exaggerated wink. The second man had seemed to be about to say something else until he saw the wink and then he nodded and cleared his throat before speaking. "Yes, I'm sure you can use the employee locker room. It has showers and even I believe facilities for drying clothes. By the way, my name is Bertrand Russell, not THE Bertrand Russell of course," he added with a chuckle. "I am the president of the club and my golfing companion is Ernest Young, the club's Vice-President." "Two middle aged white dudes," Lady Midnight muttered. Ms. Americana was about to say her thanks for the offer when Flag Girl interrupted. "Wait a second, let me get this straight," said the Boobit. "You two are called Bert and Ernie, is that right?" "Yes, that's what we said," agreed a mystified Ernest as he watch the pig tailed blonde double over with laughter. "I don't understand the source of your jocularity." Flag Girl looked up at this from her position with her hands on her knees laughing to look at them and then resume laughing even louder as tears ran from her eyes. The shuddering laughter also dislodged her boobs from her top and they jiggled and swayed with her laughter. "Is she alright?" asked Bertrand with some alarm. "I'm afraid we can't have someone with mental instabilities in the facility. It would drive up the insurance something terrible." "She's fine," Ms. Americana assured the pair. "She is just a little overwrought after our experience." "Ah, very well then, please follow us," replied Bertrand as he started off towards a distant building. "Oh goddess, I wonder if the treasurer is Elmo," giggled Flag Girl as she straightened up and started after the two club members. "Oh no, our Treasurer is named Count Zero," said Ernie, overhearing Flag Girl's remark. "Yes, Elmer Hawkins is our Secretary," added Bertrand. "He does go by the nick name of Elmo though. Do you happen to know him?" "Just a lucky guess," replied Flag Girl who finally noticed her exposed breasts and tucked them back into her top. The two men showed the heroines to a large locker room and left them there, promising to have some plates of sandwiches made up for them to eat when they were done. The women thanked them profusely and went inside the locker room to find a large communal shower and washers and dryers. "I guess they like their servants to have clean clothes," said Lady Midnight seeing those machines. "I'm surprised they aren't coin operated." "No need for that," said Shield who was reading a set of employee regulations on a bulletin board. "Every employee gets charged a cleaning fee of ten dollars a week." "That makes it sound like your kind of place," said Got Gal looking at Ms. Americana. "Well someone has to pay for the electricity and the water for the machines," bristled Ms. Americana. "Let's not get into an argument now," said Omega Woman as she saw Shield and some of the others about to protest their leader's statement rather vociferously. Everyone nodded, if somewhat curtly and they began to strip and throw their costumes into one of the washing machines. * Earnest and Bertrand meanwhile had gone to the large lounge overlooking the 18th green and turned on a massive flat screen television that took up most of a wall. Earnest switched the input source with the remote and a crystal clear and near life size view of the stripping heroines was displayed via one of several hidden cameras. "Yes, it was definitely our public duty to help those women," said Bertrand as he settled back in a comfortable chair to watch. "It's a good thing our two token female members aren't here to raise a stink," said Earnest as he also settled back to watch while a dozen or so other club members settled themselves around the room. Suddenly the putting on the nearby green was not nearly so interesting as it had been. "Those two air heads were so glad to be able to join our club, they didn't even blink an eye when we told them the membership price that we hiked to ten times normal just for them," laughed Bertrand. "Part of those dues even paid for this new television." "Worth every penny I would say," said another of the members as he watched a naked Ms. Americana bounce and jiggle her way to the showers. "Two of them are black," noted another member. "Surely, that's not a problem?" asked Bertrand. "Oh no problem at all," replied the man. "My Great Grandfather had a plantation full of them and according to the family story, he always said they had the softest pussies." "Mmm, I love Asian food," said another of the watchers as he ogled Azure Angel as the naked heroine stepped under the water and it flowed off her large breasts in twin waterfalls. "Very er stimulating," said Earnest, "but not as interactive as I would like." The man flipped up a cover on a blank section of the remote control to reveal additional buttons. "I think a little Bliss is in order," he said and pressed a button. It took a few seconds for the invisible gas to start affecting the heroines, but slowly their eyes took on an unfocussed look and their fingers lingered on their breasts and pussies. After that, those fingers began to stray to the heroines nearest them. "I really shouldn't have been so hard on you," whispered Lady Midnight to Ms. Americana as she began to mold and squeeze the brunette's huge tits with her fingers. " I mean, it isn't your fault you are so rich and you really do have fantastic tits." "Yours aren't bad either," murmured Ms. Americana as she captured the African-American's lips in a long, wet kiss while their breasts and pussies ground together. And I shouldn't have made fun of your little tits," said Omega Woman as she tenderly ran her hands over Spectre Girls body and then slipped first one finger and then two into the young blonde's wet slit. "I forgive you," husked Spectre Girl, "but I won't if you stop doing what you are doing." "Then I won't," replied Omega Woman who added a third finger and began to finger fuck the young blonde. Jungle Babe put her hands on Azure Angel's shoulders and pushed the young Asian heroine to her knees in front of her. "Eat me out," she purred in a throaty voice as she spread her legs wide apart. Angel hesitated for only a fraction of a second before diving into the dripping pussy inches from her face. Soon, there came a rumble of pleasure from the jungle heroine as she steadied her weakening legs by resting her hands on the top of Azure Angel's head. Got Gal forced Shield back against the wall of the shower and began to kiss her while grinding their bodies together feverishly. Tongues slithered around each other in a slippery dance of lust. "I've always had a thing for red heads," moaned the older blonde as she ran one hand through Shield's short hair and the other between the equally red hair of her pubic mound. "I think I heard you say the same thing to Jessica last week about blondes," moaned Shield as she pressed her pussy tighter against Got Gal's exploring fingers, "and the week before Yumi reported you saying something similar about brunettes." "So sue me for changing my mind frequently," gasped Got Gal as her sopping wet cunt rubbed against Shield's thigh. "I think I would rather eat you out," replied Shield and pushing Got Gal onto her back on the tiled floor, she began to do exactly that. A short distance away from Got Gal and Shield, Got Chic and Amazing Babe were locked in a69 position with their tongues buried deep in each other's pussy. That made speech rather difficult, so they didn't bother and just kept up lapping the other's honey as they sped their way towards what they hoped would be only the first of many orgasms. Champion Girl had found a large round bottle of shampoo left behind by one of the employees and was employing it as a dildo on Green Spectre. The bottle was a good three inches in diameter, but there still hadn't been much difficulty in cramming most of it inside the older blonde and Champion Girl smirked down at her lover as she slid it back and forth. "Tell me how much you love it," demanded Champion Girl. "I fucking love it," gasped Green Spectre as she cupped one of her own tits in each hand and played with her nipples as she stared up into Champion Girl's lovely face. Bliss sometimes affected people in different ways and this batch of the drug seemed to have brought out the dom in Champion Girl as she began to fuck Green Spectre harder and faster with the improvised dildo. Flag Girl had her face buried in Power Lass's boobs, happily sucking on one of the other woman's hard nipples. "Oh yeah, that's it you little slut, suck on my tits," moaned Power Lass and she reached around to give Flag Girl's ass a hard ringing slap. Back in the members lounge, the men all devoured these sapphic activities with ever increasing interest and hardening cocks. "I do believe our guests are sufficiently warmed up to pay us back for our hospitality," announced Bertrand as he led the way to the members locker room which shared a wall with the female employees locker room. Once there, he slid back a panel to reveal a series of holes at waist level. With a sigh of relief the club president pulled his cock from its confined quarters and pushed it through one of the holes, quickly followed by Earnest and several other members. It was Flag Girl who first noticed the cocks starting to poke through the wall and she giggled. "Hey everyone, we got some hard company to play with." In a moment, the Boobit was on her knees taking the first cock in the row in her mouth. She was quickly joined by Power Lass who wrapped her large, soft jugs about another cock and watched mesmerized as it slid back and forth in the soft valley between her breasts. "Hrrumph, all white cocks," noted Lady Midnight as she surveyed the wiggling rods trying to entice attention. "Well, they are still cocks, regardless of colour," pointed out Ms. Americana. "True enough," replied Lady Midnight with a sigh as she bit her lower lip in thought for a few more seconds before dropping to her knees and opening her mouth. "Mmmmmph," was the only further comment from Ms. Americana who had picked out the largest cock available and already had it down her throat. There weren't enough cocks and holes for all the heroines to have one to play with immediately, so half of them ended up crouched behind one of their fellow heroines and licking the pussies of their more fortunate colleagues. In the end, however, it all worked out and no one felt neglected as the heroines switched positions for the second round of cocks to be shoved through the holes. In fact, all the women got at least two full loads of spunk in their bellies and as many orgasms from their fellow heroine's talented tongues.