The Boobit
Chapter Eleven:  Fucking On The Doorstep
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

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When the club members were all sated and could no longer get it up, no matter how many little blue pills they gobbled, the panel was closed and they stumbled back to the lounge to rest.  It took the heroines some time yet to run out of steam and they continued to pleasure themselves and each other for another couple of hours before they finished their shower and got dressed in clean costumes.

"Did I dream that part about a wall of cocks?" asked Amazing Babe as she stared around at the blank walls with a wistful look on her face.

"Maybe, I don't know," replied Jungle Babe.  "If you dreamed it though then I had the same yummy dream."

"I suspect there was something else at work here," said a suspicious sounding Lady Midnight as she tucked her girls into her purple costume.

"Yes, we aren't that slutty," agreed Ms. Americana.  "Maybe once we have dealt with Dragon Queen, this club might require more investigation."

For the time being though, the heroines just smiled and thanked Bertrand and Earnest when they knocked politely on the locker room door and inquired if the women were decent.  "We had the menials, er staff make up several baskets of sandwiches, granola bars and water to feed you.  As the two men smiled and chattered, they led the heroines out of the clubhouse to where the promised food was waiting.

"If you go back along the eighteenth fairway and cut across the driving range and the clump of trees there, you should be able to see your headquarters," said Earnest.  "I believe that is where you said you wanted to go."

"Um, yes thank-you," said Ms. Americana and then the heroines were off and walking before they had realized they had got a polite bum's rush off the property.  They paused at the far side of the trees they had been told about and did indeed see She Legion HQ off in the distance and decided to sit down and eat their lunch and make plans before going on.

"The sandwiches at least are pretty good," admitted Lady Midnight a few minutes later as she took another large bite out of a ham sandwich.

"The mayonnaise is a bit bland though," said Green Spectre as she lifted the top slice of bread to peer at the contents.  "I really prefer butter," she added as she poked a finger at the white goo coating the bread.

"It is probably some generic brand," offered Shield as she polished off one sandwich and reached for another one.  "The flavour reminds me of something, but I'm not quite sure what."
 
"Er, is it just me," said Ms. Americana hesitantly as she chewed on her sandwich,, "but does the mayonnaise taste um a little bit like cum?"

"Hmm, could be," said Jungle Babe taking another bite and chewing thoughtfully.

"It's just that I've tasted so much cum over the years," went on Ms. Americana.  "I remember that one time when I was captured by a weird cum cult.  They believed sexual intercourse was wrong and thought the only proper thing was oral sex.  There were about two hundred members in that cult and they all came in my mouth, so I could taste their purity as they put it."

"Just the men?" asked Amazing Babe who reached for her third sandwich.

"Oh no, the women too," replied Ms. Americana as she finished her sandwich.  "Are there any more of the egg salad ones left?" she asked peering into the basket.

"Here's one," offered Power Lass.  "I want to try the chocolate cupcakes with white icing drizzled on them."  The buxom blonde took a large bite of one of the cupcakes and smacked her lips.  "Mmm, delicious and the icing is still warm too."

"Well don't eat them all," cried Champion Girl as she hurriedly grabbed a cupcake that she saw Power Lass already coveting as she shoved the rest of her first cupcake into her mouth.  "Damn, she's right," said the solar powered heroine a moment later as she bit into the cupcake.  "The icing is to die for."

"You know as someone who has been affected by Bliss and fucked silly more times than I would like to admit," said Lady Midnight, "I am sort of wondering if we might have been unknowingly exposed to it recently."

"You mean your pussy is dripping wet too?" asked Green Spectre.

"I could give Niagara Falls a run for its money," admitted Lady Midnight.

"I did say we might have been acting a bit odd back there at the golf course," said Ms. Americana as she grabbed a second cupcake and stuffed most of it in her mouth in one go.

Flag Girl reached over and felt Lady Midnight's crotch.  "Jeez, you weren't kidding, you are sopping wet down there.  Do you mind?"

"Be my guest," murmured Lady Midnight as she pulled her purple costume aside and lay back  with her legs spread wide as Flag Girl dived between them and began to lick her pussy.

"I don't think that is normal behaviour," observed Omega Woman as she watched the pig tailed blonde eat out the older dark skinned woman while she herself popped her boobs out and began to knead and squeeze them.
 
"Oh I don't know, it seems pretty normal to me," said Azure Angel as she pushed Omega Woman onto her back and latched her lips around one of the blonde's erect nipples and began to suck greedily.

"There is something wrong here," persisted Ms. Americana even as she drew Got Chic in for a long passionate kiss.  The black teen responded eagerly opening her mouth and twining her tongue around the senior heroine's.  

"Then why are you making out with my sidekick?" demanded Got Gal.

"I don't think I have one in this dream," replied Ms. Americana as she pulled her top off as did Got Chic so their contrasting coloured tits rubbed sensually against each other as they resume their kiss.

"What dream?  What are you talking about?" demanded Got Gal, but didn't get an answer as Ms.  Americana was too lost in her make out session.  "Oh the hell with it," grated Got Gal and she pulled Spectre Girl to her  and locked lips with the blonde teen.

"Hey, now you are taking my sidekick," protested Green Spectre.

"We can share her if you want," replied Got Gal as she looked at the green clad heroine.

"Um never mind," responded Green Spectre as she watched her daughter and Got Gal make out in front of her.

[Note from Monitor 7482:  Whew, the incest override worked that time.  I just couldn't take another cold shower]

A frustrated Green Spectre started to rip off her costume, "Alright who here wants to lick my pussy?  I'm so fucking horny."

"I um can handle that," said Shield as she raised a hand.  "Mmmmmmhhhh," her words were cut off abruptly as Green Spectre pushed her onto her back on the ground and sat on her face.

"Then get to work and start licking," demanded the blonde as she ground her pussy into the red head's mouth and nose.  "Mama wants an orgasm and she wants it now."

Amazing Babe had the last cupcake in her hand and saw Power Lass eying it hungrily.  The blonde teen smiled, pulled off her costume and jammed the cupcake into her pussy.  "Come and get it Karen if you want it so bad," she said and spread her thighs wide in invitation.  In a second Power Lass started to lap at Amazing Babe's pussy with her tongue to get at the cupcake which now had extra glazing to make it taste even better.

"Quick here is a skill testing question," Champion Girl said looking at Jungle Babe, "What is 3 x 23?"

"Oh that's an easy one," replied the jungle beauty, "69.  What's my prize?"

"You get your answer of course," said Champion Girl pulling Jungle Babe onto the ground and the pair quickly shed their costumes and indeed ended up in a 69.

"Mmm, I like my prize," said Jungle Babe as her tongue slid into Champion Girl's wet slit and swirled around her hard clit.

"Well, even if you had lost, I would have given you the booby prize," moaned Champion Girl as she paused her pussy munching to shake her tits at the other heroine.

*

"We really need to stop having these impromptu orgies, if we are ever going to get to our HQ, let alone free it from the tyrannical grip of Dragon Queen," said Ms. Americana as she got dressed in her famous red, white and blue bikini.

"It was great fun though," moaned Got Chic as she staggered to her feet and began looking for her costume.  "I mean, I didn't know you were such a great pussy licker."  "I swear you got your tongue all the way to my cervix,..  I don't know how you did that."

"She gets lots of practice with villains like Lady Delicious,´ offered Got Gal.  "Didn't you say she captured you last week Ms. Americana and forced you to lick her to seventeen orgasms in two hours?"

"Thanks so much for blabbing what was supposed to be a secret," replied Ms. Americana, baby blue eyes blazing.

"Secret?" scoffed Got Gal.  "It was posted on X and all over the Internet.  Your pussy licking went viral."

"Well, I was trending until those pictures of you being fucked by the giant earthworm came along," snapped Ms. Americana.  "It actually looked like you were enjoying sucking earthworm cock."

"It wasn't a giant earthworm you twit," retorted Got Gal, "it was an alien from another planet and I'll have you know I saved the entire planet with my quick thinking."

"Hah!" retorted Ms. Americana, "the earthworm went into a dormant hibernation state after fucking you for 24 hours and that allowed you to blow up its spaceship.  I saw the pictures of you covered head to toe in earthworm spunk."

"How many times do I have to tell you the fucking thing was not an earthworm," yelled Got Gal.

"Ladies, perhaps we should stop arguing and remember our mission," suggested Green Spectre smugly.

"So says the woman who was shown being gang fucked by ordinary bank robbers last month," snorted Ms. Americana.

"You know, I'm not sure why the senior heroines get to always tell us what to do considering the messes they get into," whispered Amazing Babe to Shield as they stood waiting patiently for orders to continue the mission.

"I think this is what happens to you when you get real old, like over thirty," returned Shield also in a whisper.

With more bickering, the heroines and their Boobit whore made their way finally from the golf course to the back of She Legion HQ.  "Now what do we do?" asked Ms. Americana as they stood in the lee of the three story building and after trying the rear entrance and finding it locked.

"Well, I know it is a little unconventional," said Omega Woman, "but we could try reading the manual."

Everyone just stared at the stacked blonde as if she had lost her mind.  "What manual?" Green Spectre finally got out.

"Well when the HQ was built, Professor Werder designed the security system and gave us all a manual for it," replied Omega Woman.  "Didn't anyone else read it, or at least keep a copy?"

"It was a pretty big file with all the graphics," said Amazing Babe, "and I needed room on my iPhone for more games, so I deleted it."

"I was needing the space for the nude selfies I was taking," said Got Gal, "so I deleted it too."

"I thought you said those nude pics of yours that got leaked last month were all deep fakes," accused Jungle Babe.

"Well a few of them were," insisted Got Gal.  "I never took a selfie of me blowing a dog."

"I notice, you didn't say you hadn't blown a dog," snickered Azure Angel, "only that you didn't take a picture of you doing it."

Got Gal started to reply, but Omega Woman cut her off.  "So, no one else kept the manual?"

"Why don't you just tell us what you learned instead of looking  so smug," said Champion Girl.

"Fine," said Omega Woman with a roll of her eyes, "the relevant bit is that there is a three step security clearance  part to getting in the  back door.  The first," she said is to enter a four character PIN using the on screen keyboard."  The busty blonde indicated a small screen set into the steel back door.

"So, go ahead and just do it then," ordered Ms. Americana

"That's the problem," replied Omega Woman, "the PIN is not in the manual for obvious security reasons and I never got the PIN from Wwerder.  Did anyone else?"

"Maybe we can guess it?" suggested Ms. Americana.

\"Not likely," replied Omega Woman.  "You get three tries and then it locks the keypad out for 24 hours."

"Wait, you said Werder designed and programmed this thing right?" asked Lady Midnight.

"Yeah, so what?" asked Omega Woman.

"Well, I know the Prof is a good ally, but he's also a bit of a perv at times," said Lady Midnight.  "I mean have you ever wondered why he wants to do a full physical of us every month and how we have to do it naked?"

"Well, it just seemed he was being thorough," replied Omega Woman.

"Oh yeah, he gives our pussies and tits a real good hands on examination to check for anomalies," responded Lady Midnight with a roll of her eyes.  "Anyway, he password protects his ‘findings' and of course I spied on his password which is always the same.  I wonder that he hasn't been hacked a million times over with poor security like that."

"So, cutting to the chase, you think you know what the PIN is?" asked Omega Woman excitedly.

"Just watch this," said Lady Midnight strutting over to the pad and tapping it four times.  A small chime went off and the screen flashed a message "PIN is correct. Please proceed to phase two of the pussy recognition protocol."

"Hey, that's a bit rude," said Green Spectre looking at the screen.

"It's just the prof's way," replied Lady Midnight with a shrug of her shapely shoulders.

"Out of curiosity, what was the PIN?" asked Ms. Americana.

"69 eggplant emoji eggplant emoji," replied Lady Midnight with a wink.  "I told you Werder was a bit of a perv."

"Ok, what's the second phase of this stupid thing?" asked Ms. Americana impatiently.

"Um, all the manual says is it is a biometric phase," answered Omega Woman.  "You know stuff like fingerprints to unlock your phone."

Ms. Americana put her finger on the pad in the box provided, but nothing happened.  She tried her whole hand in case it used a palm print.  Still nothing.  The Queen of Justice bent down and placed her eye in front of it to see if it was a retinal print.  Still nothing.  She pulled her face back to let it see her entire face and still no chime of success.  All the other heroines tried the same things in case there was some kind of recognition error with Ms. Americana's biometrics.  Stil nothing.

"Now what the fuck do we do," growled Ms. Americana.

Flag Girl stared at the message on the screen.  "Hey, maybe pussy protocol is meant to be taken literally."

"You don't mean to suggest that the thing uses a pussy print," said Green Spectre in a shocked tone.

"Well, I said the prof was a bit of a perv," said Lady Midnight, "and he did take all those pictures of our pussies for his research didn't he?"

"If it turns out you are correct, I think we need to have a long talk with Professor Werder when this dream is all over," said Green Spectre pointedly.  

"Alright, who wants to try their pussy on the sensor?" asked Omega Woman with a grin.

Everyone turned and looked at Flag Girl.

"Hey, I may be the whore for this mission, but this has to be coded only for one of you heroines," pointed out Flag Girl.

"I think this is a job for our illustrious leader," suggested Got Gal.

"No fucking way," retorted Ms. Americana.  "I could catch something from that sensor pad."

"Oh come on, nobody has ever used it as far as we know," replied Got Gal.

"Oh fine, if all of you are too cowardly," sniffed Ms. Americana and she dropped her red, white and blue star spangled panties and went to press her pussy to the sensor pad, giving the finger to Jungle Babe who had given her a wolf whistle.

"Of course a bear or something might have pissed on it," remarked Got Gal casually just as Ms. Americana's trimmed pussy was about to touch the sensor.

"Bitch," snapped Ms. Americana as she hesitated a second and then took the plunge, touching her sex to the sensor.  "Eek, that's fucking cold on the cunt!"

There was, however, a chime of success and the screen cleared.   "Press OK to proceed to part three of the entrance requirements."

Omega Woman pressed OK and a moment later, there was a whirring sound and what looked like a rubberized, metal rod, about ten inches long and two inches in diameter slid into view, dripping a clear fluid.  On the screen, the message now read:  "Core sample required of individual who provided pussy print."

Ms. Americana stared at the screen.  "No fucking way," she said in horror.

"Oh come on," soothed Green Spectre.  "Put your big girl panties on, or off in this case, and deal with it Brenda.  I know you've got bigger dildos in your drawer at home because I've seen them."

"And used them on you I bet," snickered Spectre Girl at her mother.

"Somebody is asking to have their credit cards cancelled," snapped Green Spectre.

"Oh come on Ms. Americana, you've handled the Aberration's cock before and it's way bigger than that thing," encouraged Omega Woman.

"Yeah and a couple months ago, you got raped by that mutant, talking gorilla," put in Power Lass.  "When we rescued you, you said he gave you the best orgasms you ever had and he was a lot bigger than that little bitty thing."

"And then there was the time ..," began Champion Girl, but was cut off by Ms. Americana.

"Oh shut up already," Ms. Americana growled.  "I will take one for the team."

:Woo hoo!" yelled Amazing Babe, "get your hotdogs and popcorn here and watch the heroine ride the big dildo!"

"Shhh, you're not helping Jessica," said Shield, admonishing her friend.

"If one person makes a wise crack while I'm doing this then they are dog meat," warned Ms. Americana as she carefully settled herself onto the dildo.  She eased her way forward until she had almost half the thing inside her while Shield clapped a hand over Amazing Babe's mouth.
Suddenly the screen flashed a new message;   "Beginning deep core penetration and resiliency testing"

"What?" cried Ms. Americana as she read this and then her question was answered as the dildo suddenly plunged all the way inside her pussy and began to move in and out at an incredible pace.  The dark haired heroine moaned loudly and had to brace her arms against the door frame to keep from falling off.

"Ride em cowboy," called Champion Girl who got caught up in the scene in front of her and figured Ms. Americana was too occupied at the moment to notice any snide comments.

Ms. Americana was indeed rather occupied as after a few seconds of pumping action, her eyes began to glaze over with lust. The other heroines stood watching in stunned silence as she undid her top and let it fall to the ground so she could grope her own titanic tits while moaning rather loudly.

"I think we lost her," said Got Gal waving a hand in front of Ms. Americana's face that the dark haired heroine didn't seem to even notice.

"Maybe we should pull her off that thing?" suggested Lady Midnight as she watched the dildo hammer into Ms. Americana and her massive jugs bounce up and down.

"No, it's too important we get that door open," gasped Green Spectre with a hand buried in her bottoms, as she rubbed her pussy furiously while she watched Ms. Americana ride the dildo.

"Yeah, I've heard it can be dangerous to interrupt someone getting fucked," said Azure Angel as she likewise rubbed one out watching Ms. Americana.

"That's sleep walkers," corrected Power Lass as she groped her own large pair of jugs.

Suddenly the dildo stopped moving and then retracted back into the opening from which it had emerged.  The screen now displayed a message that read:  "Testing completed.  Processing Results.  Please Wait."

Ms. Americana who had been unceremoniously dumped on her ass, got up frustrated and pounded on the screen.  "Damn thing, I didn't cum yet.  Someone stick another quarter in this thing so I can go for another ride and have a happy ending."

"Er, I don't think it works like that," ventured Omega Woman who guiltily pulled her hand out of her bottoms as Ms. Americana stared at her.

"I don't care, I need to cum," demanded Ms. Americana angrily.

All the heroines turned to look at Flag Girl.  "Yeah I know the chorus by now.  This is why you brought a whore along."  Without any further preamble, the blonde haired teen stripped off her costume and enveloped Ms. Americana's nude body in an embrace.  After a little exchange of saliva due to probing tongues in each other's mouth, Flag Girl sank to her knees in front of Ms. Americana and began to lap at the senior heroine's dripping pussy.

"Oh yeah, that's it, right there," gasped Ms. Americana as she spread her legs wider, rested her hands on the top of Flag Girl's head and began to grind her pussy into the blonde's face.  "Keep going dear, it won't take much more.  Ahhhhhhhh, fuck yes lick my cunt with your tongue you little fucking whore."

"I don't know whether to be embarrassed or jealous," gasped Spectre Girl as she rammed two fingers in and out of her own pussy as she watched Flag Girl's oral ministrations on the leader of their group.

"Which one are you jealous of?" asked Azure Angel as she frantically rubbed her clit.

"Both of them," moaned Spectre Girl.

"Oh fuck, clear the tracks, mama is cumming through!" screamed Ms. Americana as she held Flag Girl's head firmly in place via a death grip on the blonde's head.

Oh oh, this could be intense, thought Flag Girl just a second before her face became drenched in Ms. Americana's nectar with much of it spilling into her mouth.

"Hey the door's open," said Omega Woman as she saw the screen flash, a small chime ring out and the door swing open.  All the other heroines were far too busy watching Flag Girl and Ms Americana at work to notice.  Omega Woman shrugged, stuck her fingers into her panties and continued diddling herself.