MS. AMERICANA’S BIGGEST FAN!

The Nano-Wade Micron-bots made for a fine flash transformation costume change and they brought a lot of additional bells whistles and perks to the table, but when it came to spending a full day up close and personal with throngs of her adoring fans, there just wasn’t anything that could compare to old fashioned spandex and leather! Besides, they could never quiet get the make-up right!

Ms. Americana leaned in towards the bathroom mirror and applied some lipstick from a tube of Ms. Americana Star Power: Vibrant Red Lipstick. The gold tube had a red, white, and blue star on its side, the three colored stars being a patented logo of the Ms. Americana cosmetics line. ‘With all proceeds going to the Young Women of Today! Booster Club.’ Ms. Americana thought happily to herself and leaned back away from the mirror to survey her handiwork. “Perfect.” The Queen of Justice smiled at her reflection.

At 6’1” in her bare feet and a towering Aphrodite gene amazon in her red leather high heeled boots, the 140 pound (most of its tits! a stunned army doctor had once blurted out to the blushing girl years ago as she had stood naked on a scale), the now 32 year old, 38G-cup-25 slim waist-39 full round hipped, blue glittering eyed, dark brunette lion mane, staunch feminist egger to empower all young women everywhere, slim fingered hard knuckled crime fighter of all vile evil doing men everywhere, adored by millions of women world wide and lusted after by all their boy friends and husbands and sons, the premier champion of the oddly surreal metropolis known as Delta City with its semi-secret curse and high concentration of Aphrodite gene women, the high profile flashy public persona media sensation who had just opened her own impregnable base of operation a shinny gold needle “A” of hope built out of the ashes of the terrorist attack meteorite crater rising up and towering in the very heart of the city and rumored to have been paid for by a grateful Brenda Wade for once again saving their city, nation, world, the one the only Ms. Americana put the lipstick tube away into a red, white, and blue makeup case and leaned back one hand on hip to give herself a once over before going out to meet and great her gathering fans!

Her face was becoming rounder smoother less harsh at the jaw line, this was the result of the Ultra-Belts and the side effect it was having on her genetic structure. For all intense purposes, Ms. Americana had stopped ageing and was in fact getting slightly ‘younger’ from the interaction of the Ultra-Belts micron-bots at the cellular level. It made her always beautiful face even more stunning and the cocky self-assured super heroine a touch more vane. Still she had successfully hid the slight notable change by making small changes to her costume and the way she wore her hair. Her hair, a ravens wing of night shadow, coal black with inky blue highlights was now worn half flipped over to one side as it waterfall fell crashing past her shoulders.

Her gold tiara with its center red “A” winged on either side by a five pointed blue star was thicker in the front and now tapered away to almost nothing at the sides, more a decorative gesture of a gladiator’s protective forehead piece than a woman’s crown of jewelry. It was the new nano-micron bots that allowed the piece to remain in place holding it there like a leaf dancing across a still pond. No nano-micron bots today though, so this tiara was of the slightly older thicker crown like one she use to wear and held its self snug on her head by good ole fashion gravity. The Ultra-Belts contained set pattern compartments filled with nano-microns and additional power batteries to make them function, but they also made her increasingly horny as they partied it up with her Aphrodite gene breast cells and slowly lowered her intelligence until she took the belt off, not a good mix for a meet and greet all day function with thousands of fans, so today no Ultra-Belts, Ms. Americana was wearing one of her non-nano-micron power belts. This meant no additional powers to call upon, no flash changes, and no extra functions she had come to love and rely upon. Today she just had her basic power belt amped up strength healing and agility. The lack of the nano-microns also effected what the rest of her costume could and couldn’t be, as such her current tiara did not have the continuous live link camera feed via the Ms. Americana satellite back to her twenty story giant golden “A” shaped skyscraper home and base in downtown Delta City. It did not have the laser, the analyzer, the protective shield from some kinds of mind control, the secondary link to Fly Woman’s secret space station base, or the ability to access some of the functions of the Ms. Americana central computer or drive her car remotely or summon her Saber jet. It did still help boost her basic power belt kinetic shield and it did retain her old short term memory scrambler, which had proven its worth time and again when some one had witnessed her un-masking. But without so many of its other functions Ms. Americana did feel a little naked.

Her mask, again without the micron-nano bots to hold it in place and to produce their slight dazzling glare light shift every few seconds that made it difficult for a person to focus too closely on her face in person, she was wearing the larger older cloth based mask. A blue mask with large eye cut outs and a white center star above and between her piercing ice blue eyes, with two slightly smaller stars on the masks cheekbone swooping points. It was kept in place by good ole actors adhesive and been reliable enough for two decades of her earlier career. Without the nano-microns it possessed no x-ray vision nor zoom vision capabilities, nor the projected Heads Up Display which only she could see which kept a running tab using pie graphs displayed at the peripheral of her vision on her current level of nano-micron Aphrodite gene cell saturation and thus a live feed back of ‘lust’ levels and such, nope none of that, just a mask.

Her red star earrings still possessed the basic receivers for incoming calls, but sans nano-microns there was no ability to extend her hearing into ultra sonic wave lengths or increase the range at which she could pick up sounds or conversations.

Her blue choker with its small central enameled broach of a gold five pointed star set upon a red oval and bordered in gold edging, still allowed her to transmit her voice and worked in concert with her earring receivers to act as an emergency link communication device. But without the nano-microns it couldn’t project a mini-alphabet and number screen in front of her (though from her point of view it always looked as if it was being projected on her breasts!) that allowed her to directly access the Ms. Americana Crime Computer Data Base back in her towering gold building downtown or simply to use as a cell phone/lap top to call the local deli to place a quick pick up order for tonight’s dinner and then pay for it with her credit card number on line.

Her top was still the gold braided trimmed demi-cup bra composed out of the right G-cup being of alternating white and red horizontal stripes and the left G-cup being a solid blue background with large gold trimmed stars, the tiny connecting band at the back and its much stressed small clasp was of a solid blue back ground with more tiny white stars much in keeping with the motif of the left bra cup design. Obviously since her invention of the Wade nano-micron technology she had not seen any reason to create any more of her older cloth based costumes, but as experience with the new nano Ultra-Belts had revealed their inherent drawback of steadily decreasing her over all intelligence while increasing her hornyness as long as she wore them, it was obvious that she would need to use her older non-Ultra-Belts power belts when she was knowingly going to do extended interactions with the public or press. This meant she would need a new cloth based costume to wear with these older belts which could not create a costume at her mental command. Without giving it much thought and the deadline looming for this up coming fan interaction event she had simply grabbed the material at hand and her last suit pattern and started pinning and cutting and sewing at the last minute. In this she had forgotten one of the basic tenets of the realities of being an Aphrodite gene super heroine and that being that a strong enough forced orgasm triggers the lactation of Aphrodite gene cell breast tissue and that said highly prized milk in turn containing much of a super heroines powers and that vile evil men were constantly on the prowl to harvest that liquid gold philosophers stone for the black market and their own vile experiments and that when an Aphrodite gene breast is milked dry it quickly refills and swells to a permanent even larger fuller size than before, it was of little surprise that there had been a few milkings and cup size increases since Ms. Americana had traded in her cloth uniforms for the new micron-nano costumes! So while the old pattern bra she was wearing had once been a snug full cup bra it now was little more than a demi-cup platform bra that struggled to contain her mighty kinetic charged vibrant breasts! Her firm full buoyant breast tissue sort of slightly spilled over the far too small constricting cups and took on a sort of muffin extended rounded edge of concave swollen mushroom cap of quivering breast flesh jiggling and jutting out and over spilling the indenting edge of the bra cups gold braided lip. A quaking avalanche of firm yet buttery soft snow white mountains of cleavage threatened to burst the strained too small bra cups at any moment and slowly crept upward and out of the squeezing constricting undergarment. There was no way she could have fought in such a top and not had ‘a wardrobe malfunction’ in mere moments, but for a day spent posing for autographs and signing book jackets it was perfectly fine! Ms. Americana frowned and tucked back in the top crescent sunrises of her wayward areolas. Those naughty little nipples always wanted to sneak out and shout ’Hi-yeah!’ at the world, fine for distracting the common street thug at the opportune moment but not what she wanted for a crowd of mixed sexes and likely to include a large number of horny raunchy male teens! The last thing she wanted today was a throng of cheesy noodle males all glassy eyed drooling down her bra top while the oceanic sent of their collectively tenting pants throbbed their spreading stains and cloyed her petite nostrils! Not that there was anything wrong with a woman using her Goddess given gifts to get what she wanted in life, and it was always a thrill and funny to trigger a domino chain of cheesy noodle eruptions in a crowd of men, but there would be young impressionable women there today and she wanted to show a higher standard of achievement in life than what a woman could do with a fully loaded bra and a smile! The nano-microns would have stretched and molded themselves to adapt to her increasing breast size but with this newly made cloth bra she was just going to have to keep an eye occasionally cast down and catch any nipple slips before a cell phone camera did “Oh well, the price of being a ravishing knockout beauty!” Ms. Americana smiled at her reflection and failed to notice her right nipple slipping right back out to smile with her.

Her gauntlet gloves where of the usual red with a gold and blue star decorative accent where they flared up in gold braided trim at the middle of her forearm. On the nano-micron suit the stars could be pressed to trigger a lock picking ray or to charge up a kinetic power fist attack. But here they just looked nice, especially when she stuck her hip to one side and planted a small fist on her full round rump! The gold star on the left glove had been recently modified and could be detached and tossed, it had a slightly sticky kinetic charge backing, and a compartment in her belt held a tracking device to home in on the tiny receiver inside the star. The gold star on the right glove had been recently modified to detach and sprout lock picking tools to make up for her loss of the nano-microns more viable laser version.

The old belts like this one were wider, gold colored, and set with a large red “A” in its front center and book ended with a single large indented blue star on either side of the indented crimson “A”. They worked on the simple principle of using a battery hooked up in an underside compartment to a gene generator in an adjoining underside compartment. The generator sent invisible beam wave stimulus directly into Ms. Americana’s womb that triggered an echoing intensity of lusts that in turn triggered and amplified her Aphrodite gene laced breast cells to produce more of the various unique chemical chains that empowered her body and mind. This was a very crude generalization or simplification of the what the belt did but it was basically true non the less. The basic power belts also contained another battery compartment and a kinetic force field generator which helped slow fast moving objects as they neared her, such as bullets, and some fast blows, turning the energy and motion of the object against its self and thus rendering it semi-inert. It had little effect against slow moving objects or lighter blows or grappling moves. This basic patrol belt also held some spare small compartments which could be opened and accessed while in the field and this one contained a multi-hinged set of restraint cuffs and a small flash light and a tiny receiver to follow the homing device inside her detachable left gauntlet gloves gold star once she had planted it upon a fleeing quarry.

The reproductive system of an awakened Aphrodite gene woman was a little different from a normal woman. In a normal adolescent/adult a monthly complex menstruation cycle that in its most basic overview constituted of the building up of nutrient rich material along the walls of the womb to which a single cell egg or eggs traveling down the fallopian tube(s) would become caught and await impregnation from sperm cells form an outside male source or failing this in a set time period the nutrient rich walls and egg(s) would pass out of the body over a course of five to eight days. In an Aphrodite awakened gene woman the material lining the womb walls was much thinner and patchy and an egg was only produced and released upon an excessively strong climax. This meant there was little to no monthly period of discharge and that impregnation could occur at any time and yet the success rate of impregnation was extremely low. Most males did not possess a penis long and thick enough to reach and stimulate the small cluster of nerve cells secreted back at the far end of the vagina of an Aphrodite gene woman nor the stamina to maintain the stimulus needed to trigger an egg release nor a potent enough sperm to complete the impregnation process. The male equivalent of an Aphrodite gene woman was the Adonis gene male and though they possessed all the physical characteristics needed for a successful impregnation they had a physiology which was so centered on doing good in society that they never had a sexual thought in their lives. Oddly this left the Aphrodite gene women difficult to reproduce offspring and yet very susceptible to alien flora or fauna forced reproduction, as their wombs were always ready to receive an egg.

Or to put it another way as Flag Girl had somewhat embarrassingly retorted on an campus radio round table discussion to an angry young co-ed who had snarled in keeping with her notion that all the young girls on campus obsession with ‘larger’ male sexual organs was unhealthy and disgusting by pointing out that, “ninety percent of the nerve stimulus for a woman is located within the first two inches of the opening of the vagina.” An equally worked up Flag Girl had blurted out, “Yeah, but the ten percent that put a smile on her face for the next two days are located waaaaaay at the back!” The sale of smiling Flag Girl posters to college males had gone up by four hundred percent.

Never the less, there were males out there who could make that egg drop and most of the basic Ultra-Belts had a built in device that generated a wave to abort such an impregnation. The older patrol belts such as the one she wore now did not have such a mechanism. Most of those males were the genetic equivalent of the Artemis gene woman, a woman that often possessed many of the same powers of an Aphrodite gene women but none of the moral imperative to do good, such males were said to possess the Ares gene and as such had many of the same basic qualities of the Adonis male but none of the impulse to do good and no hesitation to take advantage of a helpless super heroine’s naked honey pot!

Her panties, or high cut bikini bottoms were trimmed in gold braid with a red and white stripped horizontal bars of color on the left side of the front facing and a blue back ground with large white stars decreasing in size moving from largest to smallest from top to narrowing center of the bottoms. The back side of the bottoms were of all blue with more white stars. A large gold metallic star was set in the center top of the panties and in the non-Ultra Belt models was of a purely decorative purpose. Made of the same material as her top the bottoms were notorious for rolling ‘up’ into the folds of her labia exposing her gentilia at the most awkward of moments!

Her classic red vinyl knee-high boots still had their white trim and gold star accents and unlike the nano-micron created ones, they could not momentarily adhere to surfaces of build up kinetic charges to increase her kicking power for tackling sealed doors that had no visible locks or tackling unusually strong opponents. But she did return to the practice of stashing a back up mask inside the secret zipper pouch of the upper left boots inside and she still carried a single special Delta City Bank charge card issued to ‘Ms. Americana’ in the identical inside upper zipper secret pouch of her right boot.

There was one other worthy note of consideration about her new cloth costume, Ms. Americana had let Flag Girl who still wore cloth costumes more often than not as her young developing body was still coming to grips with the new Ultra-Belt nano-micron invasive cellular technology, pick out the material for her own costumes and tinker with her basic suit design. Flag Girl, while still a teenager, still embraced the standard notion that most crooks are ignorant men who are less likely to fight well when distracted by a nearly naked hottie! Still Ms. Americana frowned on the young cocky side kick putting too much of her ripening womanly wares on display, so the skirt had been allowed to go, but instead of a micro-thong bottom as the excited blonde had wanted, a pair of skin tight shorts had replaced it. The somewhat rebellious teen had looked for loop holes in Ms. Americana’s parental/guardian defenses and one of these had been to compensate for the extra cloth coverage by making the material she selected being of a highly sheer nature. When Ms. Americana had decided to create a few back up cloth costumes despite her new superior Ultra-Belt technology for just such situations as meet and greet and long term interactions situations of the general public or press were required she found that the material readily at hand which Flag Girl had processed for her own suit constructions, was indeed quiet, er, thin. It was mostly notable in the white cloth which was almost sheer enough to consider it little more than a gauze of see-through mesh! As such Ms. Americana’s cloth costume was a bit more risqué than she would have normally liked it, and far more provocative than she would have comfortably worn to a ribbon cutting type ceremony such as this one. But the true sheerness of the material had not been truly notable until the suit had been constructed and slipped tightly against her body. By then it was too late to reconfigure the weaving machines and produce several bolts of new cloth, cut it to pattern, and seamstress it and still make her date with her fans! But she was definitely going to have to have yet another sit down talk to her young bullheaded protégé!

Finished with rushed once over the Queen of Justice snapped the lid shut on the fishing tackle box like make-up case and left the public rest room. Walking past the right angle wall openings that served to block any direct view into the otherwise doorless entrance/exit to the rest room Ms. Americana found her nervously awaiting public relations entourage eyeing cell phone clocks and rare old fashioned wrist watches impatiently awaiting her appearance. They leapt as one to mob around her as she smiled and strutted to her nearby Ms. Americana mobile. She popped the trunk with a touch of her red indented “A” on her gold belt and placed her make-up case inside and slammed it shut. The group was hurriedly talking in buzzing drones at the and into cell phones and wrist mics, she ignored them for a second and stopped to gaze at the new glittering twenty story four sided “A” that towered in the distance. She was very proud of her new public base of operations. Since its construction her life had become much simpler. Before everyone assumed that Ms. Americana was secretly someone else, and almost every woman in Delta City had been on and off everyone’s list as possible secret identity candidates, and none more so than Brenda Wade. But with the towers completion (or well since its outside completion, as most of the interior was still being constructed by Brenda Wade Industries Construction Bots) everyone had started to assume that Ms. Americana was simply Ms. Americana and lived now in her own downtown fortress when not out fighting the bad guys!

The great golden fortress had been more than just a symbol of her on going commitment to defending the women of Delta City and the World from dominating male injustice, but it had been built from the ruins of the recently foiled attack by the world’s latest super villain, Colonel Ian Sebastian Gottwood! Col. Gottwood had once been a highly respected and decorated officer serving in Great Britain’s esteemed colonial forces, before being drummed out of the military and arrested on charges of the most heinous natures. Mainly of trafficking of young women and dealings with the black market sale of Aphrodite gene milk! He had escaped custody before his court-martial could take place and slipped off the worlds radar for three years. When he returned he was in Angola as a military adviser for the Portugal field forces, then switching sides several times, he continued increasing his own base of operations. As his personal agendas grew in power and influence rumors of his own addiction to Aphrodite gene milk began to swirl around the black market community. He was instrumental in the assassination of UNITA leader Jonas Savinmbi if not in fact the finger on the trigger. He continues a base of operations in the Angola region continuing to shake hands with USA, Cuba, South Africa, Russia, and the UN, with oily ease. He openly operates a white slaver trafficking market and is the biggest player in the Aphrodite gene super heroine black market milk trade. He has also branched out into various smuggling and blackmail operations, a year ago he attempted to blackmail all the Aphrodite gene women in Delta City including its super heroines to submit themselves to milking/raping machine stations he had set up throughout the city and provide him with Aphrodite gene breast milk or else he would destroy the city by altering the course of a passing meteorite causing it to impact upon the downtown area. His massive blackmail attempt was thwarted by all the super heroines joining up against him and in no small part by the inscrutable Booby Trap who resented the competition that the upstart Colonel was giving him in the Aphrodite gene milk market! With the Booby Traps help the milking machines had been compromised and the large meteorite re-routed, but a small piece of it had broken off and impacted in the evacuated downtown area leaving much destruction and a three story deep crater! Ms. Americana with the financial backing of Brenda Wade and state funds had built the new towering gold Ms. Americana “A” building where the crater had been. Reluctantly Ms. Americana had let Booby Trap escape as a mater of honor for his part in helping defeat Col. Ian Gottwood. Booby Trap instantly repaid her for this favor by gassing the haughty super heroine and her entire super heroine crew and milking them all before fleeing!!!

The Americana Citadel was a beacon of justice not just for Delta City but for the whole world and Ms. Americana couldn’t but help smile with breast swelling pride whenever she looked upon it! True Gottwood and Booby Trap had got away, and the latter with hundreds of gallons of their precious priceless breast milk, but it was only a matter of time before she got them. After all, they were only men! Ms. Americana let the small crowd of ‘handlers’ escort her away from her car and toward the police officer ringed crowd of awaiting fans. She waved at them and blew them big smiling kisses as the crowd parted before her and let her walk up to the waiting Delta City Mayor and members of the city council. The mayor was holding a large ceremonial pair of golden sheers and he held out a hand at her approach ginning broadly at the press who cajoled with the large crowd.

“And here she is! Miss Americana!” the mayor beamed at her and the crowd in turns. “Once again we are gathered here to offer our lowly thanks to one of the city’s greatest benefactors and super heroines, Miss Americana! And it is with great pride and privilege that I join her today in opening the newest ride on the newly refurbished Adventure Island! A new family orientated theme park to replace that vile sexiest one that Ms. Americana and Flag Girl helped to shut down just a few years ago! Thank you Ms. Americana!”

Ms. American joined the mayor, nicknamed ‘the octopus’, by Flag Girl for his always seeming to get a free feel-up grope whenever you met him! in taking a combined hole of the large gold panted hedge clippers and together they cut the large red, white, and blue ribbon draped before the patriotic themed wooden roller coaster. True to his m.o. the mayor managed to cup and squeeze in apparent innocents Ms. Americana’s bare ass cheek as she spoke, “I hereby declare the new Ms. Americana roller coaster ride open!” She smiled broadly and waved at the hooting crowd and flashing cameras despite the grinding of her teeth at the massaging of her opulent ass cheek! She managed to part ways with the octopuses tentacle and step down off the temporary podium and mover her way over to the rides proper entrance there she posed in front of a huge plywood painted cut out of her for more pictures and to greet the privileged winners who would ride with her on the maiden journey of the newly refitted coaster.

The plywood cut out was of her standing smiling in costume her right arm was pointing across her waist at a sign and her left arm was held out also pointing into the air. The sign read, ‘MS. AMERICANA SAYS: YOU MUST BE THIS BIG TO RIDE THIS WILD RIDE!’ the person who had made the cut out of her must not have known what the height requirement was going to be nor where the sign was going to be located as the plywood model had hinges at the elbows allowing the arms to be moved and locked into place with simple wing nuts and washers. The ride was obviously not for very little children as the arm was raised up to about four feet and Ms. Americana pretended to carefully measure each and every golden ticket maiden voyage rider at the sign despite there not being any who where even close to being too short. She did this with smiles to make the riders blush and laugh at her personal interaction with them, her fans, and to show off her perfect round ass and huge mighty cleavage to all the other fans and cameras who had come to see and show their appreciation of her today!

There were many more men than women in the group of riders and Ms. Americana realized the rumors must have been true that the tickets, which had been originally given away in random boxes of Ms. Americana products of which almost all were of feminine natures, such as make-up and clothing, had been scalped by the original women and girls who had found them to an egger crowd of men on the internet for large sums of money. This was the increasing problem she and the other feminist faced in Delta City, that despite their continuous efforts the young women just became increasingly apathetic about their own empowerment and seemed to take an increasingly servile position to men?! Delta City had once been one of the most male dominated cities in the country, despite the secret curse machine of Fengshui filling the city with larger and larger numbers of Aphrodite gene women over the years. The rise of Brenda Wade and Ms. Americana had sent the male chauvinist pigs packing but despite constant efforts the yearly elections had continued to spawn nothing but male victors. Impossible in face of the nearly 80% female population, and inexplicable in face of the constant recruitment drives for new female voters, the males just kept wining and after a few years of such losses the female majority just stopped bothering to show up at the polls. The last three classes of Delta City High School had a ninety percent female trend of young women who didn’t even want to register to vote?! The males had come flocking back from the shadowy woodwork and had reinstated their male chauvinist ways with a vengeance, yet still the young girls of Delta City did nothing to take the power that should have rightfully been theirs! Confidants had whispered to Brenda Wade that they believed the young women found Ms. Americana’s brand of in your face confrontational feminism to be to blame, causing the younger generation to recoil in polar opposite reactionarisum to it! They had suggested that Brenda publicly separate herself from the fire brand Ms. Americana for the causes sake. In the end such strange duplicity became moot, as Brenda Wade lost control of her entire company. Wade Industries fell into the hands of her step brothers, the sons of William Wade and Brenda had to start over from scratch with little more than a fish and chips shop and a dilapidated fish cannery. But she had re-built a much smaller leaner empire called Brenda Wade Industries. Her brothers had turned the mainstay of Wade Industries back into government contracted weapons trade. But she had focused her smaller new company on creating construction robots and alternative renewable energy technologies. She was back in the game, but a tiny bug compared to the newly re-named Wade Brothers Corp. and seldom found her calls returned by the powers that be in her own Delta City.

Ms. Americana made sure to talk to the few girls who had kept their tickets and pose for photos for them but when it came time to almost all male reporters and camera crews wanted her in the first car with two hunky young men in good ole boy scout uniforms sitting on either side of her, their wild glassy eyes fixated upon her cleavage unable to even wait for the ride to set her mighty jugs into super jiggly motion! She rolled her eyes and smiled and then put both her arms around their shoulders, ‘might as well give them a really good view’ the buxom battler smirked and gave a nod to the employee at the controls to set the line of cars in motion.

Her top didn’t stay up even by the first hill and both men had cheesy noodle by the second. She pulled her top back up as the ride came slowing down for the finish and pushed the moaning drooling eyelid fluttering half dazed young males off each of her breasts and left them behind as she exited her car and waved to the crowd who cheered for her as she strolled out to meet the next group of riders. Ms. Americana shot a backward glance at her two maiden voyage companions who had to be lifted out of the car and carried away to the nearby Adventure Island medical building. She wondered briefly if the two would ever tell anyone that when they had gotten a bit too grabby with her exposed breasts that she had removed her arms from around their necks and grabbed their crotches in a vise like grip! She had intended to teach the naughty teenage men an important lesson in respecting women but the cocks in her gloved hands despite their already having shot quiet sizable loads were of impressive stature and before she knew it she had maneuvered the khaki shorts of the two boy scouts out of her way and was violently stroking the erections contained in her mighty super heroine fists! Now she had stroked a lot of pole meat in her time and her power belt gave her increased agility and speed, couple that with her powerful Aphrodite gene pheromone secretions and the blur of talented pumping gloves had both young men spouting geysers of sperm until the twenty minute park spanning ride slowed to a completion. She had left their nuts bone dry and their limp penises covered in fiction blisters and carpet burns. It would be a long time before either of them made the mistake of molesting a superior woman!

Ms. Americana rode the roller coaster which circled the entire island until all the golden tickets were gone, only having to met out a little ‘justice’ to overly grabby boys a few dozen times, leaving a room full of confused nurses applying ice packs to the crotches of moaning table after table of strangely afflicted men. The park superintendent could only shrug as his engineer suggested they put more padding in the roller coaster car’s cushioned seats. After waving goodbye to the remaining waiting riders who were now buying tickets, Ms, Americana was ushered by her handlers to a small shack building near by where crowds had gathered in lines for a chance to get autographs from her. There were numerous posters and books she had written and magazines of which she was on the cover all for people to buy and for her to sign but she had insisted that she would sign anything anyone brought in and wanted her to autograph. She could see Ms. Americana dolls, posters, photographs, jackets, t-shirts, buttons, all kinds of merchandise with her face and body on it in the hands of excited fans as she sat down at a small table and began to sign and chat with each fan in turn.

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“I told you this heist would be a piece of cake!” the busty young teen girl hurried her three fellow teen accomplices into the ladies restroom past the right angle open door and quickly to a closed stall which she flung open and ushered all four of them inside, locking the door behind them. “With Ms. Americana on Adventure Island all the security guards are running crowd control for her! Leaving the newly opened international pavilion virtually unguarded!” she pulled out an old bronze scepter from her shoulder bag and held it before all their panting gaze. “Sooooo easy.”

“Yeah, but how do we get it off the island?” A girl in glasses asked their blonde pony tailed leader.

“Yeah, it’s not like we can smuggle it out in a purse. They are going to be looking for that thing. Windy tripped the silent alarm as we were climbing back into the vent!” the freckled red head frowned.

“Not my fault! I had to take care of the guard you had said you had knocked out!” Wendy glared as she adjusted her own large purses shoulder strap.

“Girls! Girls!” the blonde leader was standing back up in the crowed stall after kneeling down to look under the walls to see if any of the other stalls were occupied. They weren’t. “Not only was the theft a breeze just as I said it would be but the escape is gonna be as well.” She pulled a rubber gel sleeve out of her large over sized purse, “first we get this bad boy into his condom here. Then we have Rebecca ditch all our heist clothes and purses into the trash bin just outside. Then we will simply waltz out of here with this baby and meet up with the guy with the cash! And its new clothes for a month!” the blonde began struggling along with the other girls help to slide the rubber sleeve over the twenty inch long knobby shaft.

“Why they even have this thing on the island anyway?” the red head asked.

“They found a lot of stuff down in the dome under the near by bird sanctuary. Most of the expensive stuff went to the mainland museum but they kept some of the lesser items here. I mean, this guy wants to pay us seven grand for this thing, cool but its like all brass and worthless!” Wendy grunted as she tugged the slip cover over the scepter.

The blonde leader held up the newly encased wand in triumph, “seven grand isn’t worthless Wendy. Its double lattes and mint chip bagels and new shoe sales down at the mall for a month! Now get rid of all the stuff we wore inside that place!” The girls each handed Wendy wads of black clothes from their purses and black tennis shoes, she crammed them into her over sized bag and then took the blonde leaders big purse as well. “Make sure you put them in the dumpster out side the restroom doors as that one will be…” she pulled her cell phone out of her skin tight hip hugger pants and looked at the clock before wedging it back in place. “picked up for on island incineration in about ten minutes.”

“Gottcha!” Wendy squeezed past the three teens and raced out of the bathroom.

“This is soooo easy,” the blonde giggled as she turned the bumpy rubber sheaved rod in her hands.

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Ms. Americana looked up from signing a rare copy of a vinyl l.p. of her singing the American anthem in Japan during the Olympic games. And smiled at the Asian man who bowed to her and left his place in line. It was instantly filled by an effeminate looking teenage boy who was covered head to toe in Ms. Americana memorabilia, t-shirt, jacket, buttons, jeans, you name it and arm loads of merchandise. “Ms. Americana I am your biggest fan!” the squeaky voiced teen erupted gushing enthusiasm, she was afraid he would explode!

“Easy sport, I can only sign one item okay? Got to be fair to the others who have waited as well.” she smiled at the star dazzled young man who was bouncing up and down in his unbridled excitement of meeting her in person. He seemed frozen in place other than his foot to foot hopping so she smirked and selected a random item from his pile clutched to his chest. To her surprise it was one of the tabloid Super Heroine Quarterly magazine. She was about to drop the thing from her finger tips into a near by trash can in disgust when she noticed it was an entire issue about her! She raised and eye brow and began to thumb through the magazine. Page after page of naked pictures of her fighting and being well, defeated and stripped and subjected by various super villains. “Aren’t you a little young for this kind of smut?” she paused to look up over the glossy full page spreads and raise an eyebrow at the smiling dreamy eyed boy. She might as well have been talking to the moon, he was so far gone in rapture at meeting his worshiped heroine that nothing was quiet getting through. She smiled and decided to give her ‘biggest’ fan a thrill of a life time. She picked up her marker and finding a particularly revealing photo of her spread eagle and naked lying prone on a cracked and blasted city street she signed her name and looked up, “now what is your name honey?”

“W-W-Whesker,” the blonde haired youth nearly melted under his Ms. Americana hat behind his large Ms. Americana star shaped sunglasses. Ms. Americana wrote, ‘to my darling w-w-whesker, my biggest fan’ and then drew a large heart outline on the photo around the close up of her wide spread pussy and under her usual ‘love, Ms. Americana’ she added, ‘Thanks for cumming!’ and handed him back his magazine with an air kiss. You could almost smell the cheesy noodle filling the small room as all the men moaned.

Just then a police sergeant slalomed through the crowed and pushed his way up to the side of her small table. “Ms. Americana!” he half whispered half yelled. “There has been a robbery on the island. At first we thought that the would be robber ran after knocking out two guards and tripping the silent alarm, so we checked the tapes and only caught a glimpse of a shadow before the cameras were taken out. We notified the gates to keep an eye out but for what? You know? And the mayor said not to bother you because it is your special day and all. But now the curator says something WAS taken. Some kind of scepter. And you know that stuff is some of the stuff they recovered from that underground lair you and Flag Girl busted up. Now they said that all the ‘important’ ie; valuable or dangerous stuff was taken to the mainland museum but if some actually wanted to break in there and steal something, I gotta figure it’s valuable or dangerous. In which case, special day or no, we could use your help.”

Ms. Americana leapt to her feet and instinctively took a super heroine stance, setting off hundreds of cell phone camera snaps and video clips in the process. “You’re right Captain! This is a job for MS. AMERICANA!” She lingered in the pose as the entire crowded small room and the long snaking line beyond its open door made oooohing and ahhhing sounds. “Are you certain that the criminal hasn’t managed to leave the island yet?”

“There’s only two ferries and they only make the trip four times a day. And there hasn’t been a trip made since the robbery and now, and won’t be one made for another couple of hours. If you make the call we can postpone that scheduled departure and arrival as well. There are personal privet ships that dock up at the island jetty but they are limited in how many can do so as the fire marshal has a safety cap on how many people can be on the island at any time. All those personal crafts are being searched now and none of them have left the island since the estimated time of the robbery.”

“Very well Captain you and your men seem to have done all that a man can. Now its up to a woman to do the rest!” The sergeant frowned and stepped out of the way as the buxom super heroine swivel hipped her way through the crowed and out into the park.

“She’s heading the wrong way,” one of the park security guards who had accompanied the police sergeant offered as he half raised a hand after the departing super heroine, “the pavilion and the docks are in the other direction.”

“Let a woman do what a woman dose,” the sergeant muttered and they left the building though the jostling crowd. “I’m going to get some coffee.”

Ms. Americana strode through the crowd which was a bit thinner away from the autograph booth. There had been several newly open ‘Ms. Americana’ themed rides that had opened this day scattered throughout the park. But she had only been scheduled to ride on the new giant park encircling roller coaster, and spend the rest of the day signing autographs in her converted booth. She had accompanied her car over on the three am supply ferry but had returned on it and not came over again from the mainland until the special nine am ferry trip made by her and the mayor and city council. As such she hadn’t really gotten a chance to see much of the park nor any of the other Ms. Americana rides, so she was easily distracted by these bright patriotic colored attractions as she now was free of sorts to wander the park and stumble across them.

All the rides had the same identical Ms, Americana plywood cutout painted likeness of her with its hinged elbows set to point at a sign either naming the ride or warning of height restrictions. She was glad to see there were rides for smaller children as well as the teens and grown-ups, a red white and blue ‘tea cup’ ride, and some nicely done figures of mythical creatures mixed with circus animals on a red white and blue painted merry-go-round where she was shown in wide stance hands on hips smiling at the children from every support pole was reassuring.

But she was a little surprised to see other ‘attractions’ that used her image that she had not been made aware of or had okayed. She passed a booth were young boys were shooting water pistols into her mouth which caused the life sized figures boobs to swell up until a buzzer went off declaring someone a winner?! That some how did not seem entirely wholesome or family orientated to her?

And here was another questionable ride, a rather small rickety looking roller coaster in which the cars burst through two large swinging doors which were the painted crotch of a giant standing Ms. Americana? The cars latter passed down two hills which were painted to look like a reclining Ms. Americana’s huge breasts?!

And here were bumper cars, with her upper half torso on the front of the cars. Whenever two cars hit their Ms. Americana front breast to breast one car lost power for a moment and the other was given points towards stuffed animals or ride tickets. The back of the cars had her bent over rear and more points where given to ramming that as well?! There seemed to be other character cars out there as well, super villains, and mutant creatures, but she did not stay to see what they did!

Ms. Americana shook her head it seemed impossible to escape male chauvinistic sexism in Delta City. The fact that is was increasing so steadily and to even higher invasive levels than before and yet women seemed not to care just befuddled her completely. The Queen of Justice found her self standing back at the cut out image of her in front of the large Ms. Americana roller coaster, now where was this man who had tried to steal something on her watch? It had to be a man of course because only a man would be so stupid as to trap himself on an island with her and then commit a crime?! HA!

Ms. Americana didn’t even see the blow coming and she only scarcely felt the impact of it as it sent her sailing forward, but even with her power belt she was dazed as she took a full face plant into the plywood cutout of herself! For several seconds she lay there the lower half of the plywood cutout shattered, her ass pointing straight up into the air and the jarring collision knocking the elbow wing nuts loose so the Ms. Americana cutouts arms spanked the sides of her ass cheeks for several jiggling meaty ‘thwacks’ before they came to a rest. Leaving the sign looking now as if it said, “Ms. Americana says, ‘you must be this big to ride this wild ride!’ the signs hands being held shoulder width apart above her quivering shaking ass! Dozens of cell phone cameras came to life and the image began its internet journey of fame until reaching the cover of Super Heroine Quarterly two weeks away!

“Wha- Wha- Hazbeen?” Ms. Americana pulled herself from the wreckage just in time to turn with hand on dazed head into a full upper cut punch! “UGH!”

“Dar-ling! You really must be more careful!” the voice was oily as the Mexican Gulf at low tide.

Ms. Americana shuffled to the side to instinctively avoid another blow and stepped back blinking. The missed blow sent her adversary staggering away from her, he was throwing everything he had into the strikes so she didn’t have much to worry, Flag Girl hits harder than he dose!

He was an odd sort, as he spun himself around trying to track her as she side stepped away to keep on the peripheral of his vision and study him for a bit, she found him increasingly amusing. He was short man, not more than five-five at most, lean and long limbed. He wore what she swore was a flamenco dancers outfit, complete with open hairy chest frilled pink silk shirt with wide cuffs, black silk tight pants, shiny black leather boots with silver heels, a broad rimmed black flat top hat with pink tassels, and lots and lots of gold chains around his neck. He wore a black silk cloth tied around his eyes with two eye holes cut out of it and the remainder of the cloth hanging down shoulder length at the side of his short cropped oily haired head. He had little cymbals on his fingers and at the large wide silk sash at his waist was a tucked scepter. ‘Her thief!’ “Okay, I’ll bite. Who are you suppose to be? Zorro‘s gay half-wit brother?” Ms. Americana smirked at the man as they sized each other up.

“Permit me to introduce myself,” the man gave an elaborate bow with one hand of splayed fingers on his chest and the other palm up flung wide. “I am, Lenny, the Latin Lover. And you my dear or to be my latest conquest!”

Despite herself Ms. Americana burst out laughing. “You have got to be kidding?”

The man took the off guard moment to fling his arms in front of him and snap his finger cymbals together. A powerful sonic wave hit Ms. Americana full in the face and sent her back dazed and reeling. The man lithely danced around her landing a few kicks and punches until she recovered with a snarl.

“No. I am not. I have been paid well to humiliate you here and now and teach you your proper place to be, on your knees at my feet!” The man smiled his wide dazzling white smile leaning in to smirk at her before dancing away to pause in front of her in a bullfighters stance with cymbals ready.

“Okay! Let’s try that again! I’ll lead if you don’t mind this time!” Ms. Americana jetted forward and landed two hard punches that sent the man cart wheeling out of her reach. “Glass jaw, figures.” She stood up from her crouch and put a hand on a jutting hip and smiled as the man tried to crawl back up onto his weaving feet. “Okay, ‘Darling’ why don’t you give me that scepter and you can go off with the nice police men and I’ll let you call it a day.”

“If you desire presents I am egger to reward my lovers with showers of gifts,” the man had managed to pull himself up to an awkward wide leg buckling stance half supported by the Ms. Americana cut out.

“Hey, watch were you are putting your hands!” Ms. Americana gave a curt nod at the lame villains many ringed paws on her plywood image.

“Darling don’t despair I am man enough for many women and you besides.” the man pulled out the scepter and pointed it at her. Ms. Americana dashed forward but only caught the strange objects blast full in the stomach! It knocked her back somersaulting to a sprawled prone wide legged sitting position.

“Sweet Liberty!” Ms. Americana fingered the white goop slathered across her belly only to watch it evaporate and vanish.

“Oh, and here we promised not to fight and we have had our first lovers ‘splat!’” the oily goon sneered at her as he wobbled toward her. “That was a little blast from my special little bird baster darling. It contains a little potion of my friend Poronopine’s creation. A little number to have you horny as a goat and begging for my-”

She put both boot heels into his tight pant tiny penis crotch, a knee into his broad hairy non-muscular chest and a two handed upper cut into his chiseled square glass jaw. The Latin Lover sailed away in a nice high arch landing unconscious in the hands of the police sergeant and the gathering park security. Ms. Americana looked at the scepter she held in her hands it didn’t seem ancient at all, more a chrome and plastic modern toy, not something a museum would want to keep, oh well. “Here Captain!” Ms. Americana tossed the scepter to the sergeant, “You had better lock this back up and try and do a better job at guarding it this time. After all there may not always be a woman around to bail you out!” Ms. Americana patted one of the park security guards on the face as she sauntered pass. “I think I will freshen up a bit before heading back to my fans.” The super heroine disappeared into the applauding crowed failing to notice that her hips were gyrating increasingly more than usual, that her breasts were jiggling more, her swank was and strut were fuller more sinuous, and that she was eyeing all the male crotches around her with wet greedy lips and arching eye brows, she even failed to notice the occasional ass smacks she gave to the more handsome men she snaked past!

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The blonde leader waited for Wendy’s return and then explained that her next phase of the plan would require the now rubber sheaved staff to be inserted in one of their pussies or anises so they could then simply walk out the main entrance/exit and on to the ferry. There had been much mouth dropping and doubtful faces as each girl including the blonde leader had obediently raised her pleated skirt and dropped her panties and with legs braced wide bent over to receive the mighty rod. Try after try each girl had been unable to deep the twenty inch pole with its large circumference and thicker bulbous head. Even the large amounts of lubricant jelly the blonde had wisely brought proved of little help. It simply wouldn’t fit. The red head had come the closest. And in the end it was all three girls shoving desperately on her shoulders and corkscrewing and twisting the shaft as they speared the stout rod up her ass hole, again and again.

“It’s no good,” the blonde leader finally gasped as she left the rod two-thirds buried in the red heads twitching ass. “It just won’t fit! Well on to plan ‘B’ then!”

“P-p-plan ‘B’! there’s a plan ‘B’?! I got a fucking twenty inch motherfucking pole shoved up my god damn ass! for the last thirty minutes and there’s a fucking plan ‘B’?! I am going to kill all you bitches! Fucking pull the thing out will yah! Fucking cocks! I won’t shit or piss right for weeks and you got a fucking plan B!” the red head panted half lidded eyes flashing above her wide open drooling mouth.

“Okay, Wendy your identical twin brother Whesker drove us here to the mainland ferry docks in that broken down death trap of a car of his. So we know he is here.”

“Yeah he is attending some kind of Ms. Americana fan thing being held here today. That is why he agreed to drive us, as he was coming anyway.”

“God damn! Out of my ass pppppplllllleeeeeeaaaaaassssssseeeee!!!!”

The blonde grunted as a wet sucking noise filled the cramped stall. “Sorry, honey. Okay so here’s the back-up plan. Wendy you go find your identical twin brother and you take Rebecca with you. You know how he has the hots for Rebecca. So Rebecca you lure him to some place secluded and then, WHAM! Wendy to knock him out. You’re a martial arts expert so it shouldn’t be a problem. Then tie him up and steal his clothes. Bring the clothes back here.”

“Why? I don’t get it?”

“I think I do. I dress up like my brother and we all leave together. But what about Whesker?” Wendy crossed her arms.

“Once we are safe on the mainland, Rebecca returns with Wheskers clothes and frees him and the two of them cross back over to us and we all drive home in that piece of shit of his.” the blonde smiled at her own genius.

“And what keeps my brother from screaming bloody murder when we untie him?”

“Why Rebecca here shows him a little panty flash and smile and some hugs and a quick blow job and trust me he won’t care if we had cut his nuts off! Now you two go! We will be waiting here!”

It had been a nerve wracking wait but the two girls had come breathless back armed with Wheskers jacket, shirt, pants, shoes, and ball cap and sun glasses. They were the dorky Ms. Americana logo stuff but once Wendy had shed her clothing and the girls had divided up her clothes to fit in their small shoulder purses and Wendy had put on the outfit her resemblance to her brother was uncanny.

“Fine she now looks like her brother but how dose that help us smuggle this thing out?” the red head flicked a finger at the rubber gel coated scepter.

“Well, I will show you,” the blonde began, “but first lets try to insert the rod one more time into each of us as that is truly the most ideal way to smuggle it off the island! Because the other way is surely going to attract some attention!”

“Oh Lord! Not my ass again?!” the red head’s eyes widen with fear, but there were twinges of lust too as she eyed what she suddenly realized was in fact merely a very challenging dildo.

“Don’t give me that bitch! I know you like it!” the blonde swatted the red heads quivering ass as the freckled teen spun around and excitedly braced herself against the stall back wall and smiled over her shoulder at the blonde.

“Alright, but let Wendy do it. She looks pretty hot dressed up like her brother like that!” the red head winked at Wendy.

“Your such a perv!” Wendy grabbed the rod out of the blondes hands and set to work.

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Ms. Americana entered the bathroom shedding her ‘handlers’ at the right angle open doorway. She held her make-up case in her hand and she walked past the closed stall doors until she reached the mirrors above the row of sinks at the back of the restroom. It was good time for a break and a good opportunity to check her make-up and tuck the inevitable sneaky wayward nipples back into hiding. She had just set her case with a sigh on the edge of the white porcine sink when she heard the whispering coming from the middle toilet stall. She instinctively paused to listen. The whispering was soft and hushed but she could use her heightened power belt senses to make out every few words if she strained and focused.

“It won’t fit its too big!”

“It’s got to fit!”

“Oh God! You’re tearing me apart! It’s too huge for me! I can’t handle it!”

Ms. Americana raised an eye brow and dropped down to one knee to look under the stalls side walls. She could see three pair of young women’s bare ankles in summer shoes with three pairs of moist panties clinging to those bare ankles and one pair of male pant leg cuffs and shoes.

“It’s no good it’s too big for any of us to handle!”

“We have to face it, none of us can get that monster into our pussies!”

“That’s too bad! But we all tried and its just too long and thick! Our pussies just won’t stretch far or wide enough to even get that rod inside of any of us!”

“We should all try at least one more time! I mean, we really need to do this and we all want this!”

Ms. Americana stood up slowly and quietly grabbed her make-up box. She tippy-toed her way past the whispering stall where loud grunting and wet smacking noises began to ring out as she picked up her pace and left the wet slurping bathroom. Outside she coughed into her gauntlet glove and told her handlers to follow her back to her car. Where she put away her unused cosmetics case and sent some of her handlers off to get her a quick bite to eat. She didn’t want to disturb young girls obviously enjoying the ‘rides’ but her curiosity about who the male was who could somehow stymie THREE Delta City healthy teen pussies by being too ‘large’ was someone she just HAD to see!

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“It’s no good. It’s never going to fit.” Wendy whipped her brow. “And we’re almost out of lube.”

“Almost!” the red head shot a tear streaked shocked face grimacing stare back at the other three from her straddled position over the toilet bowl. “You said we WERE out of lube!”

“Well, I mean I thought maybe I would have to try it again and well I mean well everyone knows how much you love big cock up the ass-” Wendy hem and hawed.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s on to plan B!’ The blonde whipped the rod out of the red heads ass who shrieked in a mix of pain and pleasure at its sudden rough abrupt removal. “Okay hand me that roll of duct tape!”

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Ms. Americana was almost ready to go back into the near by restroom and risk a peak over the stall’s door. Her break was nearly over and she had finished her sandwich and soda as she leaned against the Ms. Americana mobile amidst her small horde of park supplied event handlers. The Ms. Americana vehicle had been brought over on the supply ferry in the wee hours of the morning as the ferries normally only brought over people and not cars which of course were not aloud on the island. But the Ms. Americana mobile was part of the whole fan day event and had a red velvet rope on gold poles set around it so fans could take pictures of it. And of course it gave her a place to store her make-up case! Ms. Americana was getting impatient and increasingly curious, when suddenly the girls began to exit the restroom one at a time. They paused to scan around them as the exited but none seemed to notice her as there were several layers of fans and park goers between her vehicle and the rest rooms. She counted the girls and noticed each was young and beautiful and was baffled why any such young teens would have any trouble handling a cock? Was it really that big? So big as to be impossible for three Delta City teens to handle?! It seemed laughable. She continued to peer at the restroom opening waiting for the man who could possess such an unlikely large penis to emerge from his hiding in the women’s lavatory. .Maybe I should hurry up and go inside now that the girls have all left and pretend to discover him and capture him as a pervert peeping tom!’ the thought had her excited and she was standing up from her leaning against her car trunk when the boy emerged from the bathroom entrance/exit.

Ms. Americana’s arms full to her side as her mouth dropped. It was Whesker! That teenage fan boy! She shook her head in disbelief and immediately headed off after the boy as he slipped into the crowd. It took her a second to dislodge herself from her handlers and part her fans so she almost lost her quarry but a few strong strides and she was clutching his shoulder and spinning him to a stand still facing her, mighty jugs of justice!

The boy just about fainted at the sight of her and her loud, “just a minute young man! I can‘t you get away!” but she dropped the harsh glare for a smile and laughed. “I couldn’t let my ‘biggest fan’ get away without sharing a ride or two on some of the Ms. Americana rides now could I?” The boy smiled weakly, his cute effeminate face and large eyes so sexy, ‘why had she not noticed how attractive the boy was before?’ she was definitely curious if he indeed had an unusually large trouser snake, such men where rare in Delta City and highly prized amongst its women. It might be somehow useful for her to know of such a man for some unforeseeable future situation that might ‘arise’ especially if he was a fan of hers! And thus willing to do almost ‘anything’ for her!

Ms. Americana smiled at the teen and licked her full red lips, “how about we take a spin through the ‘Fun House’?” it was the closet attraction even though it wasn’t a Ms. Americana themed one and she quickly spun the boy around and lead him through the turnstile and past the ticket taker who smiled and waved them into the dark opening of the fun house.

Ms. Americana kept trying to crank her head around to get a view of the boys crotch but it was difficult to do and still remain discrete and there were other park goers around them so she couldn’t be too blatant about it. She used the sudden appearance of wire strung ghosts and hinged looming horrors popping out on compressed air to give an excuse to keep him clutched to her side as she snuggled her boobs deeply into the side of his face. When she did get a glimpse of his crotch she wanted to make sure he was tenting with full wood! She wanted to be able to get a good estimate on the boys hidden talents! Surly there must be some mistake for three healthy young women to declare such a scrawny nerd as this as being too big for them to handle?! Her interest in the matter was now fully aroused and she just had to know the truth!

Again and again she used the fun house props to pretend to be startled as she laughingly squeezed her breasts and body against the young man. She used the seesawing stair case to accidentally bump up against him pinning him along one rail while she ground her questioning seeking hips into him but a rapidly raised thigh kept her away from her object of desire. ‘He’s shy! That’s cute! But annoying as hell!’ she thought as they made their way through room after room of the fun house. Every time she thought she would finally get a peak at his wares some person or element of the house would seem to unerringly intervene to obstruct her hungry view!

She was becoming increasingly frustrated and invisible to her increasingly horny and obsessed with this mythical cock that was tantalizingly so near and yet out of reach that she was on the feverish edge of taking some drastic measure involving a pretend stumble and latching grab at his crotch when she dimly noted through her red rimmed lusting eyes that they had entered the hall of mirrors section of the fun house. “Perfect!” she almost shouted with deep panting breath and half pushed half dragged her boy companion out of the dark hallway and straight up to the nearest fun house mirror!

“It’s freaking enormous!” she hoarsely whispered what her mind was screaming. There in the mirror in front of both of them was the unmistakable bulge of a substantial piece of grade ‘A’ cock meat! it was a two handler easily, no way she could grasp its thick shaft with one hand, it would take two widely spread hands to throttle such a thick shaft. It ran all the way down to his kneecap where a large soft ball sized cock head stretched the thin pant leg material in an almost hypnotic wobbly manner. She ignored her own drooling open mouth form in the mirror and stared with the curse of the meat gazer hard and lusting at the enormous man pipe just inches from her shaking stretching wide fingered grasp!

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“Where is Ms. Americana?!” A police sergeant came running up with a group of park guards and the mayor and city council and their business suited body guards in breathless tow. The abandoned handlers looked startled at the small mob as the cop continued. “There’s been a robbery here on the grounds. At first we thought the missing scepter was the one Ms. Americana recovered from that masked wako she defeated earlier, but now the guards and pavilion curator is telling me that is not the case. We have informed the gates to start searching people if they are heading down to the ferry docks. But we need Ms Americana to help us locate the criminals, as the curator says some of those items may have mystical powers. We are certain they are still on the island as the next scheduled ferry hasn’t left yet since the alarm was first triggered.”

“Ms. Americana went into the fun house with some of her fans!” One of the handler women pointed at the fun house as she spoke.

The police officer had only taken a step toward the fun house when there came loud screams and crashing sounds from the building! “Holy Moly!” the cop yelled and ran into the fun house with park security right behind him.

It didn’t take long to pick their way through the automated attractions homing in on the sounds of shattering glass. When they finally reached what little remained of the hall of mirrors and the source of the sounds they found a somewhat dazed looking Ms. Americana standing on top of a pile of broken mirrors and blinking at a large upraised scepter in one hand and some kind of rubber sock in the other. “Wouldn’t you know it!” the police man pointed and smiled over his shoulder at the others, “we come running to tell her about a crime and the Queen of Justice is already on the case and recovered the stolen loot!” The crowd stopped and began to applauded the super heroine as she weakly smiled and took a some what confused bow.

“What the hell just happened?” Ms. Americana muttered to herself and then her eyes widened as she looked down as she rose backup from her bow.

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“What the hell just happened?!” the blonde leader yelled at Wendy as the others helped half drag half hold her upright as they fled from the gathering crowd around the fun house.

“Don’t shout! My head is killing me! A building just fell on me, okay! That horny slut Ms. Americana just tried to rape my ass!” Wendy rubbed her head as she half dangled between Rebecca and the red head.

“Bullshit!” the blonde snarled. “Miss Goodie-Two-Shoes would never do such a thing! She must have realized you had the scepter taped to your thigh and went for it!”

“I’m telling you that is one cock crazy bitch!” Wendy moaned. “It was like trying to single handily hold off the entire football team at a kegger!” Wendy had lost her ball cap and sun glasses and her t-shirt was torn letting one of her firm young breasts flop out from her destroyed bra. “During the struggle we were both holding on to the scepter and suddenly it just went… OFF! Blamo! Like a math teacher in your mouth! No warning or nothing! Just really quick and sudden! An explosion of light and we were both being flung in opposite directions! That’s all I remember about that!”

“Well, we lost the scepter.” the blonde fingered the shredded pants Wendy was wearing and tossed her head in disgust. “Good-bye easy money!”

“What’s that in your hand?” The red head pulled up Wendy’s still fist clutched hand. There was a piece of cloth in it.

“I dono? It was like wrestling a bull in a china shop! Must be something I tore off her in the tussle?” Wendy blurry eyes tried to focus on the scrap of cloth as Rebecca took it from her and held it up for all of them to see.

“BY THE GODDESS!” all four girls gasped!

“MY PANTIES!!!!!!” all three turned at the half muffled screaming shout of a woman as it came rumbling out from the fun house!

“It’s Ms. Americana’s panties!” the red head whispered half laughing as Rebecca held them up by their tiny strand gold braided edges.

“Wha-!” a passing man wearing a Ms. Americana t-shirt yelled as he spun his head toward them. “Are those really Ms. Americana’s panties?! I’ll give you fifty bucks for them!”

“I’ll give you a hundred!” another fan boy shouted!

“Make that two hundred!” another yelled!

“We’ll give you five hundred!” two young men on crutches and in boy scout uniforms with ice packs tapped to the front of their khaki shorts shouted!

The blonde smiled and grabbed the panties and held them before her nose, she took a deep breath. “AHHHHHHHH, what a beautiful bouquet and they are wet and still warm!”

A low moan escaped the throats of thousands of fan boys,

“I’ll give you a thousand!”

“No! No! five thousand!”

“Gentle men, gentle men, please these are MS. AMERICANA’S PANTIES! And they still have her wet pussy juice drops all over their crotch! Now lets get serious! Who will start the bidding at twenty thousand dollars?! Oh my is that a pussy hair?”

Hundreds of shaking hands shot up into the air and the blonde held the panties up above her head and giggled as she wiggled her hips! “Mall here we come!”

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