Ms. Americana vs. Encyclopedia Black

The Queen of Justice thinks that showing herself a superior investigator to a has-been former ‘kid detective’ will be child’s play.  But she’s about to find out that out-thinking Encyclopedia Black is a lot harder than it looks…

 

By Violator

 

Author’s Note – this may well be one of the weirdest and most twisted story ideas I’ve ever had.  But it seemed hot and I enjoyed writing it, so…  For those unaware the second title character is a race-swapped parody of a popular American children’s detective hero created by Donald Sobol.  Don’t freak out, this story is set many years after the ‘canon’ stories when the ‘former child detective’ and all other characters are of suitable age.  I’m not quite THAT depraved.  Ms. Americana and other heroines are by Mr. X.  Hit END for a short summary.

 

 

The crime-solving wunderkind known as Encyclopedia Black actually got his start in the same year as Ms. Americana, when she was in her mid-twenties and he was in grade school.  The young Queen of Justice was aware of his existence but interacted with him rarely.  Frankly, she didn’t like him – she found him creepy.  She had done photo-ops with the know-it-all twerp exactly three times over her long and illustrious career, each one at a photo-op following Encyclopedia being given an award for helping the police solve an actual major crime.  In the first photo shoot his head had come level with her panties; in the second, with her belt; and in the third, with her giant breasts.  The first time he’d spent the entire shoot staring at her crotch, the second at her titties, and the third, in mid shoot, he’d had the temerity to reach up and ‘accidentally’ put his hand on her scantily-clad ass.  Each time she had stalked her bikini-clad body out of the room the absolute second the cameras had stopped flashing, swearing that this time she would never again have anything to do with the little perv.

Then, one fine Saturday morning in May, everything changed.  It was a few months before Encyclopedia Black was scheduled to graduate high school – and finally, Brenda fervently hoped, fade into eternal obscurity as a now former child prodigy.  As the birds chirped outside and the sun poured in through the huge windows of her mansion’s elegant breakfast nook, Brenda, her moist body clad in nothing but a short white robe, sat down at a mahogany table to enjoy her morning coffee and paper.  She put the cup to her luscious lips and took a sip as she scanned the headlines.

She froze.  The cup quivered against her lips, and a tiny bit of coffee spilled down onto the paper.

For the past few years there had been an increasing epidemic of underage pregnancies in the suburban high schools of Delta City’s wealthy east side.  One belly-swollen teen beauty after another had insisted that their impregnator was a mysterious ‘masked rapist,’ and in no time a frothing witch hunt had gripped the white-bread inhabitants of Delta City’s quiet and affluent outer sprawl.  But the girls themselves had been quite un-forthcoming with any additional information.  Curiously, every last impregnated teen had also insisted on keeping her rapist’s baby.  They dropped out of school, often giving up lucrative academic or athletic scholarship packages, in order to do so.  More pregnancies emerged in a continuous stream while the suburban police forces, used to do little more than issue speeding tickets and harass ‘undesirables’ into leaving, flailed about uselessly.  Due to the ferocity of the public outcry Ms. Americana herself had finally left the inner city haunts her sculpted scantily-clad ass usually patrolled and came out to attempt to assist… to no avail.  She had found nothing, and in each case had been forced to abandon her investigations to deal with the schemes of a ‘real’ super-villain.

Then, a week prior, Encyclopedia Black had exposed the culprit by tricking him into revealing something only the rapist would know while in open court.  The perpetrator in question had been his very own father, the Chief of Police for the very suburb where most of the rapes had taken place.  The DNA test hadn’t come back as a perfect match but it had been close enough to convince the judge and the jury.  The press had had a field day, and the little twerp was currently enjoying one last massive wave of publicity – or at least Brenda fervently hoped it would be his last.  She had expected the resulting headlines to be insufferable.  But she still hadn’t expected this.

The paper she was holding was a copy of Flag Girl’s local school paper, which her spunky sidekick had left out ‘for her to see’ the night before, and which Ms. Americana had busily ignored.  Now her eyes couldn’t move from it.  The frozen cup quivered again against her lips, spilling a few more drops onto the lower pages.

“Encyclopedia Black Declares Himself Greatest Detective in Delta City,” a massive headline read.  Below the headline all three of their publicity photos had been printed, side by side, with his head steadily advancing up her body.  “Encyclopedia’s detective powers grow and grow while Ms. Americana’s remain stagnant,” the caption said.  And, directly beneath that, at the top of the second column:  “According to Encyclopedia Black, Ms. Americana is ‘more tits than brains’ and ‘just another bimbo in a huge bra’.”

Brenda’s hand trembled.  Her eyes glinted with fury.  Then, slowly she set down the paper and her coffee.  Her face grew deceptively calm as she turned to the window and contemplated the sky outside.  Only a tiny enraged tremble, repeatedly flickering through her eyebrows, hinted at her churning interior feelings.

Standing up, in preparation to go down and put on her costume she opened her robe and threw it back.  Then she paused again, her gorgeous face pensive and distant.  With the robe hanging halfway down her back, her buxom body spilled out of it, jiggling gloriously in the morning light.  “You know… I don’t actually have a lot to do today,” she said to herself, her glistening bush and huge jiggling boobies on complete display.  Slowly, a huge smirk spread across her lips.  “I think it is high time Ms. Americana went and paid Encyclopedia Black a visit.  Give the little twerp a thrill – and a piece of my mind!”

Mind made up, she let the robe drop to the floor and sauntered off, naked, to get dressed.  Or at least what passed for dressed, for her.

 

Located on a quiet and pleasant, tree-lined street, Encyclopedia Black’s home was positioned at the heart of the bubble of corny white-washed nostalgia Delta City’s suburbanites preferred to cloak themselves in.  For close to a decade now he had been opening up his parents’ garage and setting up his little ‘office’ – consisting of a folding chair and a wooden crate - and that’s where Ms. Americana found him.  Having parked her famed supercar in a distant alleyway to avoid attention the buxom bikini-clad beauty sauntered down the walk and then turned and strutted, slowly and sultrily, up his drive.  He had a couple friends with him, lounging on stools along the left wall of the empty garage, but she paid them no mind as she strutted straight towards the ‘great detective’ himself.

“Hello there, Encyclopedia,” she cooed, as she drew near him.

“Hey there, Ms. Americana,” he said back.  “Don’t see you much in these parts!”  His voice was high and nasal, like a perpetual whine, and grated on her nerves.

“Well, I don’t need too, much, thanks to you!” she cooed back, both her voice and her masked expression amused.  ‘Yeah,’ she thought to herself as she smirked down at him, ‘these quiet suburbs would be totally crime-ridden if it weren’t for your efforts, you little twerp.’

Coming to a stop directly in front of his crate, Ms. Americana spread her mighty booted legs apart, put her hands upon her buxom hips, and smiled.  She took a moment to study him – she had not seen him in person in years.  A few weeks past eighteen, Encyclopedia Black had grown into a thin and scrawny black dork.  His height, she guessed, would still barely clear her breasts.  His fashion sense hadn’t improved.  He wore suspenders over a dress shirt, slacks, leather shoes, and thick spectacles.  She did notice, on his wrist, a big expensive golden watch, but chalked its presence up to reward money for one of his few ‘real’ cases.  He also had a small, slim, extremely modern laptop sitting on his crate, plugged into the wall.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Queen of Justice?” he chirped.

“I just want to say,” she said down to him, “that I think you are a trumped-up, overrated little know-it-all.  I do not consider you my equal at all.  Oh, and by the way?  Saying a woman has more tits than brains is an extremely sexist thing to say.”

Encyclopedia shrugged, dismissively.  “Only if it isn’t true,” he said.

“Oh, DAMN!!!” one of his friends said, the eyes that had leaned around to gapingly study Ms. Americana’s ass going wide.  Turning, he slapped palm with the other one.

“Burn!” the other friend said, slapping back.

Ms. Americana’s ass twitched angrily back and forth as she endured their laughter, her dark and glaring eyes never leaving the little twerp.  “I think you will find,” she growled, head lifting back haughtily while her eyes remained fixed upon him, “that I am ten times… no, a hundred times… better at solving cases than you!”

“Really?” he said.  The little nerd smirked.  “Then I suppose you’d be prepared to prove it?”

“Prove myself a better detective than Encyclopedia Black?” Ms. Americana snorted.  “I could do it in my sleep!”

“Well, then,” the little detective purred, enjoying his own view of her sleek skimpy panties and massive bra-cup-straining breasts, “I have the perfect opportunity.  As even you well know, I’m sure, I was recently presented the keys to the city for exposing my own father as the mysterious ‘masked rapist’ who has plagued our community’s high school pussy for the last few years.  However, in the past couple days a few rumors have arisen alleging that Chief Black could not have been the perpetrator, and that my identification was faulty.  Personally, I think they’re all obviously nonsense, without even having to look. But if you could prove me wrong, my reputation would be destroyed and yours validated.  I think you’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you, Ms. Tits-for-Brains?”

Ms. Americana sniffed, eyes flashing at the insult.  “Of course,” she said.  “And for the record, I find it offensive you have not even bothered to follow up on these leads… especially with your own father at stake!”

“He was a plodding supercilious jerk,” Encyclopedia sneered, snidely.  “And we’ll see – as I said, I think I can disprove all of these without even leaving my seat.  However, first, if you are so confident Ms. Americana, how about we make it a little friendly wager?  One great detective to another, less-great one?”

“Wager?” Ms. Americana asked.  Her eyes narrowed.  “What sort of wager?”

“Normally,” he said, “my standard fee, or wager, is a quarter – placed upon this box here.”  He pointed to the crate in front of him, on which his sleek little computer rested.  “But I don’t see anywhere in that tiny costume for you to keep any quarters,” he said, swinging his head back and forth and openly taking a leering, lustful look all around her sleek, buxom, scantily-clad curves.  “So how about we choose something a little more meaningful.  I’ll wager my prize watch, which I got with the proceeds of correctly divining the hideout of that bank robber two years ago,” he pointed to his wrist, “up against the carrier for what you have instead of brains – that big world-famous bra of yours.   Bitch.”

“My… my bra?!” Ms. Americana gasped in shock, hand going up to clutch at the straining garment in question.  “You can’t be serious!”

“What’s wrong, Ms. Americana?” Encyclopedia asked, smirking.  “Not so confident of your own superiority, after all?”

“Of… of course not!” Ms. Americana snapped, lifting her gorgeous masked head high.  Her scantily-clad bottom whipped back and forth, angrily, before the awed faces of the two boys behind her.  Her lips twisted into a snarl, as she glared down at her tiny little foe.  “V-very well!” she hissed at last.  Her offended face lifted higher, and slowly twisted into a smirk.  “If that is your wager, then so be it.  I look forward to taking your precious watch and smashing it beneath my boot while you watch and cry, you pathetic shrimp!”

“Perfect,” Encyclopedia said back.  He clicked something on his laptop, and then span it around.  “Now, here’s our first supposed alibi.  A local boy, Pinky Plummer, claims to have seen something that would utterly rule out Chief Black as the rapist.  He lives a few blocks away from here.”  The screen showed a picture of Pinky – a chubby pimple-covered white boy – and a satellite map to his address.  “Why don’t you go track him down, interview him, and then come back here and say whether or not you think it disproves the case?”

“Done!” Ms. Americana said, smirking.  “Your prize watch is as good as mine!”  Then, turning, she sauntered pneumatically away.

As the mighty heroine strutted down the drive way, she passed a voluptuous blonde walking up it.  The blonde, in her early twenties, wore sneakers without socks, a short denim skirt and a long-sleeved button-down blouse.  Her hair was in a ponytail.  Her legs were spectacular.  Her breasts, though hardly a match for Ms. Americana’s, were still quite ample, and from the way they jiggled inside her blouse it seemed doubtful she wore a bra.  Ms. Americana gave the young lady a curt nod as she passed, and the blonde nodded back, smirked, and continued on up into the garage.

“Hey, Sally,” one of the two boys purred, leering up at her as she came to stand before them.

“Looking good,” the other said.

Sally Kimball had once been Encyclopedia’s chief rival, and then after he’d shown her up had become his partner in crime-solving… as well as his bodyguard against the notorious Bugs Meany.  That had all gone down when they were ten and twelve, respectively.  All grown up into a flush and voluptuous young woman, Sally had graduated a couple years before her younger ‘partner’ and was now a sophomore and champion gymnast at Delta City U.  But she still came by on the weekends to check in on her old childhood friend and his ‘practice’.

“Hey boys,” Sally said back, halting on her long, bare gymnast legs.  She put her hands upon her hips.  “Could you excuse us for a bit?  Encyclopedia and I have some private detective business to discuss.”

The boys smirked, still eyeing her up, and rolled their eyes.  Perverted bets aside, as far as they could tell for all his vaunted detective skills Encyclopedia was never going to discover what girls like Sally were actually used for.  “Alright, girl,” one said, standing up, still admiring her.  “We gotta go to work anyways.  You know – earning real money, not quarters.”  He made a gesture as if rubbing cash through his fingertips.  He and his friend both worked as bus-boys at a nearby restaurant.  “But maybe we’ll come back and hook up with you tonight, once you’re done patronizing the nerd.”

“You can try,” Sally cooed.

Shaking their heads, the two boys took one last look at Sally’s magnificent backside and legs as they walked away, leaving her alone with their shrimpy ‘friend.’  “What a waste,” one said, smirking.

Once they had vanished down the sidewalk, Encyclopedia turned back to his ‘partner’.  “So,” he said, “is everything in place?”

“Everything,” Sally said, bouncing upon her heels… which made other parts of her bounce too.

“You double checked?” he said.

“Of course,” she said, folding her arms beneath her ample chest.  “What do you think I am, an idiot?”

“Well then,” he said, sitting back in his chair.  “All we got to do now is wait.”

Sally nodded.

“So,” he said, leaning back a bit, “What do you want to in the mean time?”

Sally Kimball smiled slightly.  Her head darted first one way and then the other, she made sure no one was watching.  Then, one hand dropped to the front of her tiny blue-jean skirt and, slowly, unzipped her fly.  The skirt slid down her long, spectacular legs and formed a delicate pool around her ankles.

Beneath its brief hemline, which had sat barely an inch beneath her pussy, she hadn’t been wearing any panties.

Encyclopedia smirked.  He clicked a button on his laptop, which was tied into the house control system he had installed.  Immediately the garage door started to rumble downwards.  Meanwhile, gasping softly, Sally was unbuttoning her blouse.  Moments before the garage door closed she swept her arms down and to the side, taking the open billowing blouse with it, and stood before her ‘partner’ completely naked.  Strutting pneumatically forward, she bent low, her ample round ass wiggling with delight just above his box and, taking him in her arms, kissed him.  Moments later, the door closed and sealed.  A sign upon it read ‘Detective Business Temporarily Closed – Come Back Later.’ 

About a minute later, the sounds of loud and awed moaning began to echo through the door.

 

It took Ms. Americana about an hour to find her target.  He was not at his home and she had to interview a couple local boys to track him down.  They had been difficult subjects, their brains repeatedly and visibly getting lost in the swaying of her titanic breasts.  Finally, however, she found her subject, got what she wanted from him, and came stalking back.  As she rounded the corner onto Encyclopedia’s street, she wore a broad smirk.

“That little cretin is done for now,” she said, to herself.

When she arrived at his house the garage door was open again.  Encyclopedia was perched brightly at his desk, as if nothing had changed.  The two boys were gone, and his only companion in the makeshift office was Sally.  She lay upon a ratty old couch at the back of the garage, her long legs extending languidly from her rumpled little skirt.  The first few buttons of her blouse were open, exposing a great deal of sweaty jostling cleavage.  Her gorgeous face looking tired but contended, she was busy licking a few streaks of clear and glistening slime off her fingertips.  Ms. Americana paid her little attention as she stalked forward to stand, legs spread wide in anticipation of triumph, before Encyclopedia’s little box.

“I tracked down Pinky Plummer and got his story, and I’m afraid it totally destroys your case ‘Encyclopedia!’”  She smirked.  “Maybe they should demote you down to Junior Almanac Black or something, instead!”

“Really?” Encyclopedia asked, curious.  “How so?”

“Pinky was walking home one day when he saw his older sister Peggy in the bushes getting fucked by the rapist!  He was too cowardly to intervene but he did take a video, which he was too embarrassed to share with the police.  I… convinced him to send it to you.  Did you get it?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I did,” Encyclopedia said.  He turned the laptop so everyone could see it, even Sally, who, though too tired to leave her reclining perch, lifted her gorgeous head curiously.  The video flashed up.  It was blurry and shadowy, and short, looping every several seconds.  But through a frame of thorny rose bushes it clearly showed a mammoth black penis pumping in and out of a squirting white pussy.  The gasping young lady, a ravishing red-head, could be seen, squirming and whimpering on her back as she got fucked.  But of the rapist, concealed amid flowers and thorny vines, nothing could be seen but his huge dark veiny shaft pumping in and out of his victim’s pussy and his huge seed-heavy balls hanging a few inches above her wide-spread cunt, pulsing and ready to deliver their potent payload.

“There!” Ms. Americana pointed… even as her buxom body squirmed slightly in discomfort in her tiny bikini, to once more witness the footage.  She pointed at the massive schlong pumping in and out of the white girl’s pussy, her gloved finger tapping the screen.  “According to Delta City investigators Chief Black’s penis is eight inches in length, erect.  According to Pinky the rapist was at least a foot long, if not more.  So Mr. Black is too short and cannot possibly be the rapist!”

“Are you sure of your assessment?” Encyclopedia asked.  Behind him Sally licked her lips and squirmed, in steadily renewing lust, as she stared at the grainy looping footage.

“Absolutely!” Ms. Americana said.  She lifted her chin, proudly… even as a tiny erotic tingle ran down through her own voluptuous body.  “It blows your case wide open!”

Encyclopedia smirked.  “The only thing this is about to blow wide open,” he said, “is your bra catch, bitch!”

Americana frowned.  “What do you mean?” she asked.

“Because,” he said, pointing to the screen, “Pinky only ever saw the rapist’s penis buried nearly balls-deep inside his hot sister’s pussy.  So how could he possibly know how long it was?”

Ms. Americana’s jaw dropped.  “I, uhh….” she said.  She squirmed, uncomfortably, her pneumatic body shaking beautifully in its tiny straining bikini.  “But…” she said, turning to the screen and staring, “It’s so thick…”

Encyclopedia hit a single button on his screen to draw up a penis size distribution chart.  The video continued playing in another window.  “It is perfectly possible,” he said, pointing to the relevant extreme upon the chart, “to have a penis both that thick and eight inches long.  You have failed to prove anything, Ms. Americana… save that I’m about to enjoy the sight of your naked, bare boobies!”

Americana gasped, in shock.  Her eyes turned back and forth, repeatedly, between the chart and the huge grainy penis pumping on the screen.

“Are you going to renege on our bet, Ms. Americana?” he asked, after several seconds.

Ms. Americana stiffened.  Then, glaring, she slowly lifted her chin high.  “Of course not,” she hissed.

“Then pay up, bitch,” Encyclopedia Black laughed.

Ms. Americana breathed deep.  Eyes glancing up she gasped as she saw that, in preparation for his forfeit, Encyclopedia had set up a couple of high end video cameras trained in on her.  In actuality they had first been deployed for his tryst with Sally, for purposes of improving the blonde gymnast’s form, but she did not realize this.  She had no choice.  Glaring down at him, one hand upon her hip, the other nevertheless slowly and obediently rose up between her titanic straining jugs and then, with a single deft little flick, undid her golden star-shaped bra catch.

Her gigantic boobs promptly burst from their tight and constraining prison.  The sleekly straining patriotic cups exploded out to either side, while two mammoth yet perfectly shapely and bouncy jugs spilled forth to wobble delicately in the air before her nemesis.  Upon the far couch Sally, who though still mostly straight had discovered a naughty lesbian streak while in the all-girls’ freshman dorm, gasped in awe.  “Wow…” she cooed.  Slowly a hand crept down her reclining body and slipped up inside her skirt.

Encyclopedia just sat back and grinned.  He watched eagerly as, her gorgeous masked face blushing and gasping, Ms. Americana slowly struggled out of her gigantic bra.  Blush deepening, she reached out and let it dangle over his waiting crate.

“You win, Encyclopedia,” she reluctantly admitted.  Then with a snarl, added, “This time!”

She let it drop.  It landed in a large, stars-and-stripes covered heap beside his computer… upon which the blurry footage of the rapist’s massive dick conquering pussy still looped continuously.  Now clad in little but mask, boots, and panties, Ms. Americana gasped and stepped jiggle-liciously backwards.  Though she desired to appear imperious and uncaring at her own nudity, she could not help herself.  Slowly, a gloved arm dropped down and squeezed down, inadequately, over the soft projecting tips of her gigantic breasts.  Her silky breast-fat squeezed around the muscular flesh of her arm, jiggling spectacularly.

“This time?” he asked, leaning back and enjoying the view.  “Does that mean you’re up for another case, Queen of Jugs-tice?”

“Absolutely!” Ms. Americana said, hotly.  Despite her topless status she tilted her head back and glared down at him, eyes aflame with righteousness.  “That was a mere fluke.  I will show that I am the greater detective in the end!”

“And another wager?” Encyclopedia asked.  “The return of your bra if you win, against…” he paused, briefly unsure what to ask for.

Still staring in fascination at Americana’s boobies, biting a finger with her upper lips while two more were tackling back and forth beneath her tiny skirt to tease her lower ones, Sally instantly got an idea on his behalf.  Gasping, she withdrew her fingers from her lips – both pairs.  “Seven minutes in heaven,” she suggested, in a soft smirking coo, “with those tits.  No arms or anything else in the way.”

Americana gasped in shock at the young co-ed’s suggestion.  But since she had expected the next bet to be her panties, beneath which her little oozing pussy had already been tingling in anticipation to hear their request, her gasp was not entirely in dismay.  Still, she squirmed slightly, as the implications of the idea flowed through her proud and curvy flesh.

Encyclopedia smirked.  “That,” he said, and shot Sally a thumb’s up.  She smirked back and, sliding both sets of fingers back into place, gently bit the upper set while the lower ones went back to work.

Ms. Americana took one last deep breath, her huge boobies jostling and jiggling delicately around the hand gripping the tip of one and the arm poorly shielding the tip of the other.  Then, exhaling, she slowly nodded.  “Fine,” she said.

“Good,” Encyclopedia said.  And, fingers going back to his laptop he finally banished the ever-looping footage of the rapist’s massive penis fucking Peggy Plummer’s tight redheaded cunt.  Instead, a couple new pictures popped up, each showing the same man:  a middle-aged sad-sack in a fedora and ill-fitting suit.  “This character,” he said, “is Wilfred Wiggins.  He also claims to have footage of the rapist that shows it cannot be Chief Black.  He’s a bit of a local vagabond so I don’t have an address, but he’s well known enough that a bit of asking around should get you to him quickly.  Ascertain the truth or falsity of his claim and come back.  If I agree, or you disprove me, you get your bra back.  If not…”

Looking up, his eyes slowly traced up and down the spectacular, scantily-clad curves he would soon get to enjoy, and he smirked evilly beneath his thick glasses.

Ms. Americana stiffened, and glared.  She committed Wilfred’s name and face to memory, and then nodded.  “Done,” she said.  Then turning, she stalked away.  She kept her hands by her side… despite the fact that in their lawns outside, a couple local dads, hoses drooping or mowers freezing in mid-pass, froze and gaped in awe as her titanic super-humanly weightless titties bounced past.

 

This time Ms. Americana was gone for over an hour and by the time she returned it was almost noon.  By then the local ladies had finally started to arrive.

When he had started his detective ventures, Encyclopedia Black and his friends had been ten and deep in the ‘ew-girls-are-icky-and-have-cooties’ stage of psyscho-sexual development.  Sally had been begrudgingly accepted into the gang as their sole female member and protector against Bugs Meany and his Tigers, but otherwise Encyclopedia’s social circle had been a complete sausage fest with only an occasional girl pushing through to put her quarter on the crate. 

But as they’d hit puberty Encyclopedia’s friends had one by one suddenly decided they had better things to do than hang around with a shrimpy know-it-all playing at detective.  And at the exact same time, the girls had suddenly started taking a mysterious interest in him – so much so that Encyclopedia had established a second and secret form of payment just for them.  Now Encyclopedia’s remaining clientele was almost entirely female – but his few remaining male hangers-on ran into them so rarely they hadn’t even noticed.  Busy working weekend jobs to pay for the cars they hoped would finally land them some tail before they graduated, his few remaining male ‘friends’ only ever showed up early in the morning or late at night.  The ladies, meanwhile, strolled in at 11am at the earliest.  They had to select their outfits and adjust their faces carefully, after all.

So it was that late in the morning, just before Ms. Americana finally returned, the row of seats waiting down the side of the garage before Encyclopedia’s desk were now occupied by three gorgeous and shapely young ladies.  One was a blonde in cotton short-shorts and a tight T-shirt, who as she waited repeatedly drew forth and returned her phone to its resting place between her ample and jiggling breasts.  Another was a redhead in painted-on jeans and a sleeveless blouse, holding a small designer leather purse.  The girl at the front of the line, closest to his desk, was a gorgeous and shapely Asian beauty wearing a Catholic schoolgirl uniform:  white silk blouse, pleated plaid skirt, shiny black shoes and all.  Encyclopedia ignored all of them as, Sally bending low at his side he busied himself on something at his computer, analyzing some file full of evidence or something.  The girls couldn’t tell what, they just waited in silence and impatiently squirmed.  They were beauties and since adolescence had grown completely unused to being ignored.  Finally Sally stood up and took a few steps back to stand behind her boss’s shoulder, and Encyclopedia raised his shrimpy and bespectacled head and smiled.

“Sorry, ladies,” he said.  “Didn’t mean to keep you waiting so long!”

“That’s alright,” the redhead said.  All three smiled, trying to look uncharacteristically patient.

“Who was here first?” he asked.

“I was!” the Asian beauty said, bouncing to her feet.  Folding her delicate hands behind her tiny pleated skirt, she stood before his improvised desk and batted her pretty almond-shaped eyes at him.  “I have a case for you,” she said.  “And I am prepared to make the traditional payment – and down payment!”  Gasping softly, without further ado the Asian beauty reached both hands up under her tiny skirt.  The little skirt hiked up with the backs of her hands, so that a few seconds later he could see her delicate thumbs sliding down into the hip-straps of a sleek, skimpy pair of white satin panties.  But before she could pull them down an alert suddenly popped up on Encyclopedia’s computer.  Eyes darting briefly down then back up to her, he smirked and raised a hand to stop her.

“I’m very sorry,” he said, stopping her even as the gasping young beauty had just begun to bend forward in preparation of stripping her panties down to her feet .  “But you’ll have to wait.  A special client is about to arrive.”

Thumbs still inside the hips of her panties, the Asian beauty gasped.  The skirt had hiked up enough he could see an inch or so of her sleek white-encased crotch, peeking shyly at him beneath her waving pleated hem.  “But… but I was here first!” she whined, thumbs trembling in the skimpy hips of her panties.

“I know,” he said, “but this client is very special,” he said.

Sally smirked.  “It’s Ms. Americana,” she announced to the girls for him.  “She bet the return of her bra,” she said, pointing down to the giant heap of oversized breast-cups that still rested proudly upon the crate, “against seven minutes of heaven with Encyclopedia.”

The girls gasped, as one.  They had been wandering why Encyclopedia had a replica of Ms. Americana’s world-famous bra lying on his crate-cum-desk, but had figured it was something related to a case.  Perhaps the case of the incredibly-well-endowed super-heroine-impersonating stripper?  But to hear it was real made their jaws drop, and they gaped down at it in new-found surprise.  The Asian beauty’s gorgeous eyes widened and quivered in awe, as did those of the other two lovely ladies just behind her.  Slowly, she withdrew her fingers from her panties, and then smoothed her skirt back into place.  “I… I see,” she said.  She licked her lips.  She wanted to ask something, but knew it would damage her carefully cultivated image as an untouchable, sultrily disinterested beauty.  But she couldn’t help herself.  “Can I… watch?” she asked, at last.

“Of course you all can,” Sally said, smirking.  “All of you.”

Breathing with anticipation, the Asian girl slowly sat back down and squirmed.  Beside her the other two did likewise.  The blonde reached down inside her shirt and retrieved her phone from the heavenly place it had been stashed, between her ample breasts.  The well-distended surface of her T-shirt proclaimed she worked for the high school paper, and even with sub-par equipment she wasn’t about to let this potential story go to waste.

It wasn’t a moment too soon.  Seconds later, another neighborhood dad down the street dropping his hose and gaping in disbelief signaled Brenda’s approach.  Topless, huge boobies shaking back and forth, she nevertheless marched determinedly up the drive and into the garage.  Fortunately, the entrance of Encyclopedia’s garage pointed straight into some high bushes across the street.  Though he leaned around and got one last gaping look, the middle-aged onlooker eventually beat feet rather than risk provoking even a topless Ms. Americana, fleeing back into his home to find a quiet place to jerk off and leaving the little gathering in the garage unobserved and unlikely to be interrupted.

Smirking, oblivious or uncaring of her brief outside observer and of the three girls gaping up at her from the side of the garage, the Queen of Justice strutted up to stand directly before Encyclopedia’s box once more.  Despite her bra-less status she put her hands defiantly upon her buxom round hips, letting her huge breasts slosh and sway in beautiful and unprotected nakedness before him.

“I have interviewed Wilfred Wiggins, as you suggested, and this time the proof is incontrovertible.  Your case is lost, Encyclopedia… and seven minutes in my ‘heaven’” she said, gesturing smugly at her mountainous jiggling breasts, “will never be yours!”

“Oh?” Encyclopedia said.  “I might have something to say about that.  What did he tell you?”

“Mr. Wiggins,” she said, proudly, “was slinking around the neighborhood early one morning, a few months ago, peeking in open windows.  Not a noble activity, I admit, but I personally let him off with a warning in exchange for the evidence he provided.  While peeking into the front bedroom window of the Sturgess home – on the west side of Straight Street – he personally witnessed the rapist having his way with poor Stephanie Sturgess.  Like young Mr. Plummer he took video before fleeing.  He was attempting to sell it, but a little encouragement on my part,” she tightened her fists, “convinced him to send it to you free of charge.”

“I have it,” Encyclopedia said.  Opening the video, he helpfully tilted the laptop so everyone, both Ms. Americana and the gasping girls behind her, could see it.

Shot through a window the video was again grainy and shadowy.  Through the occasional slight glare off the window the screen showed an immaculate bedroom.  The view shook about quite a bit, in time to some moist off-screen panting, giving the squirming yet raptly watching young ladies the distinct impression that Wilfred had filmed with one hand on the camera and the other down his pants.  Upon a dresser on the far side of the room sat a picture frame, from which a beautiful family of WASPs smiled stiffly down:  a Ward-Cleaver-like father clutching a pipe, his impressively busty blond wife, their equally blonde and voluptuous cheerleader daughter, and a straight-laced buzz-cutted son.  The lovely daughter, eighteen year old Stephanie, had a boyfriend on her arm – a clean-cut preppy college freshman with a popped collar.

Once more the rapist was mostly out of sight.  But this time instead of being hidden by rose bushes he was flat upon his back upon the bed, concealed amidst the shadows and piled-up, rumpled sheets.  Only his gargantuan jet-black schlong was clearly visible, projecting up like a curved bone-hard obelisk to impale the quivering pussy of his victim.  She was a silky-skinned and voluptuous blonde, perched atop him with her calves to either side of his chest, aiding greatly in keeping him out of view.  Presumably the rapist had a gun or something, for rather than fighting back the moaning beauty was obediently and furiously slamming her own voluptuous hind-quarters up and down upon his mammoth white-pussy-ruining schlong.  She was so vigorous, in fact, in pounding her own brains out upon that repeatedly his massive penis popped out of her overstrained pussy.  But each time, delicate fingers trembling, her little hand reached down, wrapped around his tremendous girth (or tried to- her fingers could not entirely close around him) and tugged him quickly back up between her drooling, quivering pussy lips..

“See?!” Ms. Americana said triumphantly, as for the third time within the single clip the rapist’s huge penis popped out of the poor girl’s snatch and rested briefly against her buxom squirming ass, its huge glistening length lolling obscenely before the unseen camera.  She traced her finger up and down it upon the screen.  “He’s at least twelve inches in length,” she declared.  “In… in fact,” she admitted, voice trembling slightly, “he… he looks closer to eighteen…”

Eyes wide, the young ladies’ faces were glued to the screen.  They squirmed, as if they wished they too could stroke their fingers down it – and the real thing, not just an image.  Slowly, they nodded their agreement.

“That’s true,” Encyclopedia said.

“And,” Ms. Americana said, her smug face awash in triumph as she retracted her hand back to her hip and stood proudly before him, “When her mother learned she was pregnant a month later Stephanie Sturgess did finally report having to submit to the rapist’s advances in her own home, on the morning in question.  So this matches perfectly!  There’s no pussy in the way this time – that penis is far too large to have been Chief Black’s and so your case is beyond a doubt blown wide open.”

“Interesting,” Encyclopedia said.  His eyes were still on the screen, where something else was still in the process of being eagerly blown wide open.

“So,” Ms. Americana purred, smirking, “are you prepared to admit defeat and lick boot, Encyclopedia?”

“No,” he said, turning and leering up at her, “but I am ready to lick those titties.”

“What?!” she said.  Hands quivering upon her buxom hips, she lifted her head high and glared.  “Are you denying my evidence?!”

“It’s very interesting,” he said.  “But there’s one problem.  Wilfred filmed this just after sunrise, on the west side of Straight Street, right?”

“Y-yes…” Americana admitted.

“Well,” Encyclopedia said, “at that time of day, the glare of the risen sun upon an east-facing window would be tremendous.  Yet there is no blinding glare in the video.  So it cannot have been taken at the time and place he said.”

Americana gasped, face falling in horror.  She turned and gaped at the screen in shock, watching the huge black cock shuttle furiously in and out of the blonde’s squirting conquered pussy.  “But… but Wilfred said…” she said, softly.

“Wilfred is a known con man,” Encyclopedia said.  “He just said anything he needed to to keep you jiggling topless in front of his spy camera.  He’s already put your footage up for sale on a local site.”  Minimizing the still-looping fuck footage to one side of his screen, he opened another window showing teaser snapshots of Wilfred’s entire negotiation with a bra-less Queen of Justice from his point of view, from her pneumatic approach to her lovely ass-swaying departure.  The full footage would go to the top bidder.  As Americana gaped in horror the bids from local pervs and tabloids had already started to roll in, before her very eyes.

“Additionally,” Encyclopedia said, pointing out several features of the eagerly-pumping blonde upon the far side of the screen, “the woman’s breasts are too big and her hair too short to be Stephanie.  What you have here is footage of Mrs. Sturgess, her mother, having an affair.  Probably shot to blackmail her, which Wilfred pawned off on you for a bonus.”

 “Oh, Great Justice!” Ms. Americana gasped, as she realized he was right.  Her eyes darted back and forth between the humping blonde and the pictures upon the dresser.  The woman eagerly pounding her pussy into oblivion on the big black cock, though still quite silky skinned and preserved, was indeed too buxom and mature to be the sleek and shapely daughter.  Too late, she spotted the tell-tale glimmer of a wedding ring upon the moaning, squirming woman’s finger… even as, for the eighth time so far in the looping footage, it wrapped around the tremendous shaft of her partner’s jet-black cock and pulled it eagerly back in between the ravaged drooling lips of her blonde-bush-framed pussy.  “Y-you’re right!” she admitted, eyes wide.

“So that means,” the Asian girl asked, awed, “that we’re about to watch Ms. Americana give seven minutes of heaven to Encyclopedia Black?”

“Sure does,” Sally cooed.

Americana gasped, head whirling to take in the three squirming, awed-faced young beauties as if seeing them for the first time.  “You… you didn’t say anything about letting people watch!” she gasped.

“Didn’t say anything against it, either,” Encyclopedia purred.  He pushed back from his desk, and pointed at his empty lap.  “Now c’mon girl, let’s do this.”

“I’ll time,” the Asian girl volunteered, pulling out a sleek phone… and bringing it up into position to do a lot more than that.

Ms. Americana gasped in dismay.  But she had given her word, and had no choice.  Reluctantly, she strutted around the box and sat down upon the little nerd’s lap, facing him.  He promptly put a hand around behind her back and, sighing in pleasure, pulled her close and applied his lips to the tip of her right breast.

“Oh… Goddess!” Ms. Americana gasped.  Instinctively her gloved hands darted up to either side of her diminutive attacker… and then froze, moments from seizing hold of his suckling body.

“Remember now, no hands,” Sally cooed, watching with interest from the couch.  “Keep them behind your back, like the horny slut you are.”

Gasping, with great difficulty the Queen of Justice did so.  Clad in little but boots, gloves, and sleek skimpy panties, she watched, mouth agape and lips quivering, as the little detective slurped hard upon her right nipple, sucking it into his mouth.  Her enormous breast obligingly yielded a trickle of her delicious milk for him, and she smirked and sucked it down.  Then, smirking dark lips stained with her white fluids, he switched to her other nipple and gave it similar treatment.  Gorgeous head falling back, Ms. Americana gasped at the ceiling.  Soon, her huge left breast was also giving up its delicious treasures to the black teenager’s smirking, slurping lips.

Then, slowly, his hand slid down her back to her buxom, barely-covered ass.  Taking it in his fingers he stroked it and then gave it a luxuriant squeeze.

“What… what?!” Ms. Americana gasped.  Her arms trembled.  “You can’t do this!”

“Anything he wants for the next… six minutes…” the Asian girl cooed, eyes flicking eagerly back and forth between her phone and the show.  “Those are the rules!”

“Oh, Goddess…” Ms. Americana moaned.  But, though her arms trembled by her side she kept them from intervening… even as Encyclopedia’s mocking hand slid across the back of her panties and then, seizing them, pulled them away from her flesh and then let them snap back into place.  To one side, the three girls gasped softly, squirmed in sympathetic humiliation, and watched with wide eyes as the detective put the moves on Ms. Americana.  After getting a few strokes and handfuls of her panty-spank stinging ass, suddenly his little dark hand slid even lower.  His black fingers slid up underneath the generous swell of her buxom ass to stroke, by surprise, from behind, over her panty-encased mound.

“Oh!  Great Justice!” Ms. Americana cried.  Masked face pointed upwards, her lovely eyes burst wide in shock.  But by the time she could think to resist, to stop him, she wasn’t sure she wanted to.  Encyclopedia Black, the wide-eyed heroine was stunned to find, was as adept at ferreting out the weakness of a woman’s pussy as he was the secrets of any other mystery.  In seemingly moments his fingertips were stroking across her oozing-wet nether lips with a tender yet irresistible precision.  He instantly found and pressed hard onto her clitoris through her panties, in between strokes at a teasingly modulated speed and pressure back and forth along her thick and quivering, soaked-panty-coated labia lips.

“Oh, my…” the Asian girl whispered.  She and the other three ingénues leaned further, their pretty faces agape.  Sally simply smirked.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Ms. Americana?” Encyclopedia asked, as he stroked her pussy.

“N-no!” Ms. Americana gasped.  But every other lady in the garage could tell instantly she was lying.  Her magnificent, voluptuous body had already begun to quiver, involuntarily, as her pussy got stroked.  Within her mighty boots, the gaping blonde could just barely see the distinctive wiggling of the mighty heroine’s toes curling and uncurling automatically.

“Four minutes…” the Asian girl whispered, her wide almond-shaped eyes reflecting every stroke and quiver playing out before her.

Encyclopedia smirked.  His smug, triumphant lips continued to take little swift, darting, ambushing kisses and lolling tongue-lapping slurps at the mighty heroine’s delicate, enormous, jiggling, and completely defenseless titties.  Americana quivered and gasped at each strike of his moist and sneering mouth upon her erect, tender front defenses… even as her body shivered continuously at what he was doing from behind to her pussy. 

In the process, over-stimulated, she didn’t even feel the coup de grace he was preparing in front until it was too late.  His free hand stroked first her broad flat belly and then, sliding a little lower, slid his fingers delicately over her sleek, sheer, skimpy super-panties.  Sliding back up to her belly, ever so lightly he pulled up the fronts of her skimpy panties… and then slid his fingers down inside them.   Too late Ms. Americana realized where they were going and gasped in shock.  “N-no!” she moaned.  “You can’t do thi-”.  But before she even finished saying it his hand had shot downwards, inside her luridly distending panties, to ambush her naked pussy directly.  Several of his fingers stroked teasingly along her outer lips, stimulating them.  Just one, his long and dexterous pointer, wasted no time and promptly slammed itself through her trembling inner lips and right up into the tight, hot, sloppy depths of her love canal.

“G-Goddessss!!!” Ms. Americana shrieked, head falling back in stunned disbelief, as he entered her.  “No!” she shrieked, arms trembling beside her.  “You can’t!  S-stop!”

But now that he had her where he wanted, Encyclopedia wasn’t about to show her mercy.  He slammed his finger in and out of her furiously, as swift and brutal as a machinegun ravaging its target.  As he pumped he kept his finger hooked and scraped it hard along the front wall of her gooey tender pussy, like he was trying to beckon her to him.  Under his stimulation Americana’s gaping and quivering head could only tilt back even farther and moan as her body shook helplessly, eyes wide and jaw hanging open.  In the meantime his rear attacking hand, having done its distracting job, had slid back up onto her ass and was enjoying a nice, relaxing, squeezing set of strokes to its epic and forbidden contours.  Ms. Americana, now obsessed with deeper and more pressing problems, didn’t even notice.

“T-two minutes…” the Asian girl whispered softly.  Behind her, the blonde and redhead couldn’t make a move, save for the slow tenting out of their nipples through their blouses.

Never for a moment letting up on the savage ferocity he was unleashing inside her pussy, Encyclopedia Black deftly slid a second finger in to his rival alongside the first, and then a third.  Her pussy gaping wide around the pounding and invading digits, Americana trembled with each deep and rapid blow as if taking a punch to her flawless flat stomach.  Meanwhile, grinning, his glistening drool-dripping tongue slid luxuriantly from nipple to nipple, teasing and caressing each as he pleased.

“One… one minute…” the Asian girl said.  Beneath her tiny pleated skirt her voluptuous hips had started to grind involuntarily against her chair with unconscious, unthinking desire.  The other two were doing the same.

“Oh Goddess… oh GODDESS!!!” Americana squealed.  Her tender pussy was owned, from the outer lips down to the deepest depths he could reach, by Encyclopedia Black’s fingers.  Her body was rapidly succumbing with it.  Spread to either side of his torso, every move and twitch of her long and mighty thighs happened at the direction of his clever fingertips.  His hand owned her ass, stroking and pinching its ample rounded contours like a landlord surveying his domain.  Her huge breasts, the envy of women and the lust of men the city over, were entirely at his mercy, jiggling and wobbling helplessly for his slurping, sucking, licking pleasure.  Her face gaped in awe at the ceiling of his garage.  Inside her boots her toes curled, and inside her gloves her fingers twitched, both in perfect time to the instructions dictated to her by her opponent’s middle finger extended up into her pussy.

“Ten… nine…” the Asian girl whispered, gorgeous almond eyes never looking away and not blinking for a second.  To either side of her the blonde and redhead had leaned way forward and, licking their lips, were doing likewise.

“Eight, seven, six…”

“Oh, God!” Ms. Americana moaned.  Her buxom body began to shake, even more violently than before.

“Five, four, three…”

“OH GOD!!!!” Ms. Americana squealed.  Within her boots her toes uncurled and spread wide apart, trembling… a move, like every last other one of her mighty body no matter how small, dictated to her exactly by the movement of fingers within her pussy.

“Two… one…”

“OH, GOD!” Ms. Americana screamed, eyes wide and wild, her body shaking helplessly.  “I’m CUMMMING!!!”  An explosion of moisture burst from her beleaguered pussy, splattering her thighs and soaking her panties.

“Time!” the Asian girl gasped, eyes finally darting down to her phone.  “Your seven minutes of heaven are up!”

With a laugh, exactly on time, Encyclopedia slid his hands out of Ms. Americana’s sloppy cumming pussy, and off her ass, and sat back away from her flesh.  But though he could end his seven minutes of heaven exactly on cue, Americana could not.  Squirming and squealing upon her rival’s lap, her buxom body continued to shake helplessly and her pussy continued to splatter out dribbling streamers of moisture for several seconds after no trace of his fingertips upon or within her body remained.  Gasping deeply, she shivered for another half a minute or so longer, biting her lips and getting a hold of herself.  Then finally, with a groan, she lifted up off him and got shakily back to her feet.  She left two dark moist bands upon the legs of his pants, where her thighs had been.  She swayed, gasping, holding her head.  Juices ran down her thighs from her sopping panties, in rivers.

“Had enough bitch?” Encyclopedia asked, sneering.  “Or you want to make another bet?”

Ms. Americana’s lips twisted into a sultry snarl.  Pulling her lustrous moistened hair back behind her shoulders, she glared down at him.  “Of course I am,” she said.  A tiny tremble ran through her buxom, scantily clad body, beginning with her still tingling recently-violated pussy.  “You may have demonstrated a few simple tricks that bested me, Encyclopedia,” she said.  “But I’m still a super-heroine.  I will prove my intellect superior in the end!”  Her titanic tits swayed slowly back and forth, tiny residual trickles of milk dripping cow-like from their tips.

“Ooh, you sound pretty confident,” he said.  “Alright, there’s one more supposed exonerating clue.  But I’ve saved the best for last.  My arch-enemy is Bugs Meany.  He’s the leader of a local ‘gang.’  They call themselves the Tigers.  They should have called themselves the Mountaineers.”

He paused.  Ms. Americana’s face twisted in confusion.  “Why?” she asked.

“Because they’re never on the level!” Encyclopedia said, and laughed at his own joke.  The three girls giggled.  Sally merely smirked.  Improbably, his sense of humor was the juvenile detective’s dorkiest quality, but somehow the ladies always came around to adore him for it sooner rather than later.  Ms. Americana merely groaned.

“Bugs doesn’t have a video or eye-witness report.  He claims to have actual physical evidence that exonerates Chief Black and proves me wrong.  But he hates my guts because of the many, many times I’ve emasculated him – intellectually and otherwise – so he’s probably just lying.”

“I will be the judge of that,” Ms. Americana said, hotly.  “Where can I find this Bugs Meany?”

“Not so fast,” Encyclopedia said.  “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Yet another wager?” Ms. Americana asked.  She lifted her head imperiously, and glared down at him.  But she had expected this.  “Very well,” she said.  “I still desire the return of my bra.  I also want all footage you have taken of me.”  She turned and glared down at the three squirming female customers, waiting in front of his makeshift desk.  “ALL footage,” she emphasized.

The Asian girl and blonde school reporter, in particular, glared back at her in petulant defiance.

“So…” Ms. Americana said, turning back to Encyclopedia.  A tiny squirm ran, helplessly, through her still heaven-moistened body.  “What do you want me to wager in return.”  Unthinkingly, her hand dropped down and two delicate gloved fingers traced lightly, nervously, over the surface of her sleek and skimpy panties, as her buxom hips wiggled in anticipatory discomfort.

Encyclopedia watched her stroke herself and squirm, and grinned.  But instead of answering, he turned to his three squirming, lip-licking clients.  “What do you think, ladies?” he asked.

The Asian beauty bit her finger between her gorgeous lips, thinking hard.  Then she withdrew it and smirked.  “This would be her third, right?” she asked, eyes darting down to the heroine’s bra, and to Encyclopedia’s still juice-darkened lap.  “If she gets beat three times in a row, that super-heroine should definitely strip off her panties and hand them over to you.”

Ms. Americana gasped, her gorgeous masked head turning to gape down at the young beauty in shock.  But she had been expecting that.  Her fingers traced again, lightly, over the sleekly curved surface of her skimpy and imperiled panties.

“But that’s not all,” the blonde student reporter said, leaning forward and smiling eagerly on the other side of the smirking Asian beauty.  She had a conflict of interest, displayed by the newspaper logo upon her jiggling shirt – the more she made Americana do, the better her story.  But Ms. Americana didn’t call her on it.  “If Ms. Americana loses a third time, she should acknowledge Encyclopedia’s superiority as deeply as a woman can – by spreading her legs and begging to be fucked deep and raw!”

This made Ms. Americana’s eyes widen, and her jaw drop in a loud gasp of shock.  But, pussy still oozing with moisture inside her tiny panties, she could not immediately bring herself to object.  Instead her jaw quivered, and her face trembled at the very idea.

“That’s right,” the redhead chimed in, leaning in on the other side of the leering Asian lovely.  “Right there!”  She pointed right at the crate that held Ms. Americana’s bra and Encyclopedia’s computer.  She licked her lips.  “In front of anyone who wants to watch!”  Her voluptuous young hips wiggled eagerly upon her seat.

“My goodness!” Americana gasped, staring down at the three girls in shock.  “You three ladies are nearly as perverted as Encyclopedia himself!”

“What’s wrong, Americana?” Sally cooed, from her place at the back.  She smirked.  “Not so confident in your final success after all?”

“Of course not!” Ms. Americana said, hotly.  Her eyes flashed in sultry fury, she lifted her head and gave the blonde and her smirking black ‘boss’ a quivering, snarling glare.  “Very well!” she said, at last, head lifted haughtily.  “Do not prepare yourself for my conquest,” she instructed, unspooling one finger to point at him from beside her skimpy, sopping panties.  “You may have won twice, but believe me.  The more you put on the line, the more you ensure Ms. Americana will come out on top!”

“Good,” Encyclopedia purred.  “That’s my favorite position, anyways.”  Grinning, before the gasping Americana could respond he had flipped his laptop around, showing an image of the Tiger’s club house and a map to get her there.  “This time of day,” he said, “the Tigers are probably all hanging out, trying to fix their motorcycles and discussing what eight year old to rob of his tooth collection.  You can find Bugs there.  Find out what he has, come back, and say whether or not you think it disproves my case.  If I am forced to agree, your bra and footage will be returned.  If I can prove you wrong…”  he smirked, staring at the tiny panties squirming back and forth just in front of him, “then your pussy will learn a whole new meaning of the word ‘footage.’”

“That will never happen!” Ms. Americana insisted, stridently.  Lifting her chin she smirked, and waved.  “Ta ta,” she said, cooing, “Don’t go anywhere.  I’ll be back for my bra shortly!”  Turning, she strutted down the driveway and sauntered confidently away.

Encyclopedia and the girls watched her go.  Then, when she was gone, Encyclopedia turned back to his lady callers.  “Sorry, girls,” he said, smirking.  “I don’t think I’m going to have much time today to devote to your cases.”

“That’s okay,” the Asian girl said, shyly.  “I… actually didn’t have much of a case.”  Gorgeous face smiling, she looked down bashfully at her hands, then back up to him, her long eyelashes fluttering.  “The truth is,” she said softly, “I mostly just wanted to see you in action.”

“My… my case is pretty easy too!” the redhead interjected swiftly, yet softly, her lovely lips quivering beneath bashfully blinking eyes.

“Mine too…” the blonde said, her voluptuous hips squirming in her tiny cotton shorts.

“Hmmm…” Encyclopedia purred, smirking.  He put his feet up on the desk, beside Americana’s bra, and folded his hands on his belly.  “Well if they’re so easy, maybe I could handle all of you at once.  Would you girls be fine with that?”

The girls breathed deep.  The Asian one bit her lip, and the redhead squirmed.  Then, slowly, one by one, they each nodded.

“You are prepared to make the traditional payment?” he asked.

Again, now more eagerly, they nodded.

“Do so,” he said, gesturing towards the concrete before his desk.

Gasping gratefully, in unison the three voluptuous beauties stood and formed a line before him, the Asian girl in the middle with the blonde to her right and the redhead to her left.  Slowly, three pairs of delicate hands rose to their waists.  The Asian girl hiked her hands up under her skirt again, sliding her thumbs into her panties.  To her left, the redhead unzipped, and put her hands in her jeans.  To her right, the blonde put both thumbs in the waist of her tiny shorts.  Then, as one, they bent low, and undressed before him.  The Asian girl yanked a skimpy white satin panty right down her long and sculpted legs to pool atop her patent leather shoes.  The blonde pulled shorts and a hot pink thong down in one motion, leaving her buxom hips bare and wiggling before Encyclopedia’s gaze.  The redhead pulled her jeans down her sleek legs to reveal no underwear at all.  Standing up, blushing, as the other two briefly remained bent over, gasping and squirming, as they disentangled their panties from their shoes, she reached into her purse and drew forth her own forfeit:  a skimpy dangling thong made entirely of black lace.  Breathing hard, faces flush, one by one the other two beauties came back up to stand before them… their own skimpy and moist panties dangling from their fingers.

Then, sighing softly, one by one the half-stripped beauties bent low at the waist and, pretty eyes blinking worshipfully into Encyclopedia’s, let their panties drop daintily onto his desk.  The traditional payment that, for pussy-bearing customers, had replaced his meager quarter ever since Encyclopedia Black had hit puberty.  Their three tiny panties forming a delicate little heap upon the rough wood beside Americana’s bra, they slowly stood up and folded their hands nervously behind their shapely, fertile, naked nubile hips.  The garage door was still open behind them, but they made no other move to cover themselves as they stood before him, stripped from the waist down.

“Thanks for your down-payments, babes,” Encyclopedia purred.  “You know they’re non-returnable, right?”

The three gorgeous beauties nodded.  They had the grace to blush, slightly, and squirm.

“Soo…” he said, settling back in his chair, hands behind his head.  “Tell me your cases.”

“Mine is pretty simple,” the Asian girl said.  “I’ve been with my boyfriend for five years now.  He’s a nice guy, but he’s never satisfied me in bed.”  Almond-shaped eyes blinking wide, she looked breathlessly at the bespectacled black nerd.  “Could… could you help me find out why?” she asked, shyly.

“I think I just might,” Encyclopedia Black said.  He turned to the blonde.  “And you?”

“Mine is similar,” she said.  Her fingers were near her lovely lips, stroking them nervously as she softly talked.  “I’ve… I’ve had eight boyfriends now.  Some were better than others, but none were as… gifted as I expected.”  She squirmed, looking at her feet, and then looked up at him, breathing deep.  “I’ve… I’ve never had an orgasm,” she admitted.  Her naked pussy oozed with fluid.  “Can… can you solve my mystery, Encyclopedia Black?” she asked, softly.

“I’ll certainly try,” he said back, smirking.  Finally, he turned to the redhead.  “What about you?” he asked.

She remained silent for several seconds, squirming and breathing hard, staring at the floor.  Finally, she looked up at him and blinked her eyes wide.  “I’m a virgin,” she finally admitted, softly.  She squirmed, and ducked her head, her naked hips swaying back and forth.  “I don’t want to be one when I graduate.  But I… I want my first time to be special.  To be the best, the most mind-blowing first time my pussy can possibly have.  Can… can you help me finish my quest, Encyclopedia?”

Encyclopedia smirked.  “Absolutely I can,” he purred.  And, reaching forward, he tapped the button that made the garage door start closing again, behind the wiggling well-rounded posteriors of his three luscious new customers.

 

This time, Ms. Americana was gone nearly three hours.  Which was good, because that meant the slamming, wailing, and orgasmic moaning had barely ceased, and the garage door finally come back up, by the time she once more came strutting confidently back down the walk, a smirk upon her lips.  She turned up the drive, and stopped, her jaw dropping.

The couch at the back of the garage was extremely crowded now.  The Asian beauty lay sprawled in the center, long legs stretched out from her rumpled skirt to arc across the floor, her hair mussed and her eye makeup streaked.  She blinked heavily, looking exhausted.  To her left the blonde rested heavily against one arm-rest of the couch, also looking sweaty and exhausted.  She was scraping little streaks of white slime off her face, and licking them delicately from her fingers.  To the other side, the redhead just looked blitzed.  Her gorgeous head wobbled upon her shoulders as if drunk, her pretty eyes staring off into space and blinking slowly, as if having just learned the mysteries of the universe itself.  But all three of them wore immensely satisfied smiles upon their luscious young lips.

But that’s not what had brought Americana screeching to a halt.  That was the boisterous crowd of young ladies, nearly a dozen in all, which now packed the front half of the garage.  Sally stood out amongst them, helping to keep the eager bedlam under control.  But at the sight of Ms. Americana despite her best efforts the girls went wild, whooping and pointing, and several lifted up their phones and began to snap pictures.

Ms. Americana gasped.  Then, lifting her face high she resumed her march.  Sauntering pneumatically forward she parted the girls effortlessly with the mere approach of her gigantic breasts, driving them back to the sides of the garage.  She came to stand in their midst directly before Encyclopedia, who was still lounging lazily at his makeshift desk.

“What is the meaning of this?” she asked, her furious head whirling to take in one row of whooping high school beauties and then the other.

Encyclopedia shrugged.  “Girls will be girls, Ms. Americana.  And these days, that means girls will text.”

Behind him, the three wrecked beauties on the couch looked up.  Smiling sheepishly, one by one they held up their phones and waved them.  “Sorry, Ms. Americana,” the disheveled Asian beauty said, not sounding particularly sorry.  The Queen of Justice gasped again to find out how news of her imminent show had been broadcast.  Yet, distracted by the whooping and everything else going on, she still failed to make any particular note of the three blushing girls’ ravished and ruffled demeanors.

She also failed to notice the small steel bowl, placed upon an old oil drum to one side, to which Encyclopedia had transferred their panties.  But there weren’t just three pairs of skimpy underwear in the bowl.  It was filled to the brim, overflowing with brightly colored thongs and tiny lace bikini briefs… at least a dozen in all if not more.  Several of the whooping girls still blushed slightly, hands stroking nervously over their short skirts and shorts, at the memory of delivering their wagers.  For these were not more down-payments for cases, but placeholders for wagers they had made upon the outcome of the final confrontation with Americana.  Oblivious of all else, Ms. Americana fixed her imperious gaze upon Encyclopedia and, hands upon her hips, glared at him in fury.

“Do you mind the audience, Americana?” Encyclopedia asked, barely audible over the sound of their raucous revelry.

“Not at all,” Ms. Americana said.  Getting a hold of herself, she lifted her gorgeous head high, and smirked.  “It will simply make for a larger crowd of witnesses when I best you, once and for all!”

“Good,” Encyclopedia said.  “Then let’s get started.”

Behind her the crowd of whooping eager high school girls was finally settling down, partially out of exhaustion and partially out of the stern hand of Sally Kimball.  At Sally’s slaps, shoves, and hissingly whispered commands they finally returned to the extra chairs and camp stools that had been set out for them and, squirming, watched.  Sally joined them.  Standing before them like a scantily-clad lawyer arguing her case, Ms. Americana smirked and slowly drew her key piece of evidence from behind her back.

“You’re finished, Encyclopedia,” she announced, her gorgeous head lifted haughtily.  “Your case is undone!”

From her gloved fingertips held high above the desk dangled an immense, black, heavily ribbed condom.  It was soiled, and obviously used.  It was so long that, though held level with her breasts, its tip hung a foot from the center of her skimpy patriotic panties.

“What’s that?” Encyclopedia asked.

“This,” Americana said, proudly, “is the condom the Masked Rapist used when he fucked Veronica van Voom, Bugs Meany’s girlfriend.  He found it under her bed, alongside her sprawled and exhausted body, after the rapist had his way with her.  As you can see it is eighteen inches in length if it’s one, far larger than Chief Black.  This proves definitively that he cannot be the rapist.”

“Interesting…” Encyclopedia said, peering up at it.

“Are you prepared,” Americana asked smugly, gesturing widely with the hand not holding up the condom, “to admit you were wrong before all these witnesses, call me the superior detective, and return my bra to its rightful place?”

“No,” he said.

Americana hissed, her eyes flashing.  “But my evidence is incontrovertible!” she insisted, waving it back and forth.  “What possible basis could you have to object?!”

“First,” he said, “as you are apparently not sexually experienced enough to realize, condoms are manufactured for a particular width of penis.  They are almost entirely indiscriminate with regards to length.”  To demonstrate, he spun his computer around and showed her a map he had found showing distributions of penis size globally, based on condom sales.  South Korea was the smallest, while Hungary lived up to part of its name by being among the biggest alongside several nations of sub-Saharan Africa.  But in every case the graph specified girth, not length, and the map included a helpful note indicating that condom length gave no indication of penis length whatsoever.

Ms. Americana gasped, staring at the statistics in shock.  Her hips squirmed back and forth involuntarily as she gaped at them, while within her skimpy imperiled panties her endangered pussy leaked a bit of fluid.  Then, chin lifting high, she recovered her dignity and her wits once more.

“That may be,” she hissed, lifting the mammoth cum-filled condom a little higher, “but are you seriously going to suggest a man would buy a condom more than twice the length of his own member?!”

“Maybe, maybe not,” he shrugged.  “He is a criminal after all.  Maybe he was trying to cover his dong-shaped tracks.  But there’s a bigger hole in your theory.”

“What’s that?” Americana hissed, viciously.

“This,” he said.  A simple alt-tab swapped the graph out and replaced it with a beautiful full color picture of the buxom Veronica van Voom smiling, and holding a dusky-skinned infant to her ample young breast.  The half-black baby was suckling, happily, with its mouth while its little hand caressed playfully against her other big still-clothed tit.  Beside her Bugs Meany could be seen walking along hand in hand with his suckling girlfriend, seething impotently yet far too pussy-whipped to dump her after her ‘tragedy’.  “Veronica van Voom,” he said, “got pregnant.  So no condom was used to fuck her.”

Americana’s jaw dropped.  She gaped at the image in horror.  Her scantily clad, conquest-endangered body quivered in her gleaming boots and her tiny panties.  She licked her lips, desperately trying to come up with an explanation.  “It… it could have broken,” she tried, feebly.

“There’s liquid still in the tip,” he said, pointing.  An inch or so of sickly white slime still lay in the condom’s tip, sloshing about as Ms. Americana quivered in defeat.  “It was used months ago, or so Bugs claims.  If it had the tiniest hole there would be none left.”

“Oh, Goddess!” Ms. Americana moaned, staring at the tell-tale fluid in horror.  “Y-you’re right!”

“What you have here,” Encyclopedia Black purred, delighting in tormenting his scantily-clad adversary in her moment of defeat, “is a fraud.  Bugs Meany made it up both to get back at me, and because he couldn’t accept that another man, not much bigger than he and much older, could do his girl-friend so much better than he did that she would refuse to give up the baby.  It was just a fake to shield his own ego.  And you swallowed it hook, line, and sinker!”  Encyclopedia leered, his eyes dancing in delight up and down her quivering, defeated body.  “And that’s not all you swallowed…” he purred.

Americana swallowed, heavily.  Behind her mask, her gorgeous face exploded in a blush.  “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” she whispered, huskily, as the fake condom she had bought continued to tremble helplessly from her fingers.

“You should never trust the Tigers,” he said, “They’re so crooked they walk sideways.  I bet they did a big show of putting their phones aside, so no one would ever know… but that didn’t do anything about the hidden spy camera in their club house!”

With one last alt-tab, Encyclopedia brought up brilliant HD footage, shot down from a shadowy corner of the Tigers’ dingy toolshed-cum-clubhouse, showing to both the horrified heroine and the gaping crowd of witnesses how the proud heroine had convinced the criminally-inclined Tigers to give up their ‘evidence’.  In nothing but her boots and panties Ms. Americana did a private dance for them, bouncing and grinding, hands running up and down her jiggling body.  Bugs himself sat in front, openly stroking his mediocre-sized cock.  When her dancing had gotten him fully hard she dropped to her knees, crawled forward and, gasping, took his penis in between her lips.  Bugs gasped and moaned in awe.  In less than a minute he came.  Gulping, eyes rolling, Ms. Americana obediently slurped his load down.

“Those… those assholes!” Ms. Americana gaped, in fury and horror, as she watched her own footage.  “They… they promised!”

Actually, they Tigers hadn’t betrayed the mighty Queen of Justice – not because they were above it, but because they drastically lacked the balls.  The spy camera was Encyclopedia’s own, installed years ago to make the tedious process of busting yet another Tiger plot that much quicker and easier.  But he didn’t tell her that.  In any case, rather than sympathizing, all the girls behind her immediately began to giggle and snicker, as they stared at the tricked heroine’s buxom and scantily-clad backside.  Every one of them knew not to trust a Tiger farther than they could throw them – a lesson most had thankfully learned before puberty and a few unlucky and emergency-abortion-seeking young ladies had learned immediately afterwards.  Ms. Americana had literally fallen for the stupidest trick imaginable in their books.

“What a moron!” one dusky-skinned beauty whispered into the ear of another; in true mean-girl fashion, she made sure to say it just loud enough that Americana was sure to hear.

“She’s an idiot!” an athletic, leggy and large-breasted blonde purred, smirking openly. 

The rest of the girls just laughed, mockingly.

Americana gasped, her buxom ass quivering under their taunting scorn as if literally being teasingly stroked and spanked, and gaped at the now-looping footage of her dancing for Bugs Meany in horror.

“I would say you got pretty thoroughly played, wouldn’t you, Ms. Americana?” Encyclopedia asked.

Ms. Americana gasped.  Blushing deeply, she bit her lip and whimpered in torment.  But she could not resist him.  “Yes!” she finally moaned, loudly.  Her humiliated head falling back in degraded dismay, she tossed the counterfeit condom uselessly aside.  “Oh, Goddess!  I was completely and effortlessly tricked!”

“You know,” Sally Kimball purred, “Encyclopedia has confronted the Tigers for years, and never once fell for their stupid tricks.  And yet the first time the Queen of Justice faced them she didn’t just fall for it… she fell to her knees!”

“That’s true!” one girl said.  They all laughed, even louder.

“Oh, Great Justice!” Americana said.  Unable to meet Encyclopedia’s gaze, nor that of his leering fan-girls, her bright pink face thrashed first one way and then, gasping the other.  “I… I admit it.  I am inferior to you!” she moaned.  Her gorgeous masked face to whipped back around and gaped down at him with wide and attentive eyes.  Eyes that looked like they were seeing Encyclopedia Black in a way she had never seen him before. 

He grinned, leaning back in his chair.  “Are you prepared, then” he purred, “to deliver your forfeit?”

Americana breathed deep.  Within her tiny panties, her pussy oozed with moisture.  Then, slowly, she gathered what little dignity she had left, and raised her head high.  “Yes,” she gasped.

“Do so,” he said.

Slowly, standing tall and imperiously before his crate, Ms. Americana dropped her gloved hands down to her waist.  Then she paused.  She breathed deep.  His cameras lurked, capturing every second in glorious HD.  Behind her, every single girl had her phone out, filming eagerly.  Americana knew this.  Blushing, she breathed deep again, struggling with her emotions.  Then, able to delay no longer, she spoke.

“You… you are the superior detective,” she said, slowly.  Her hands trembled upon her buxom fertile waist, her gloved fingers pressed to the hip-straps of her skimpy little panties.  “You are smart, and I am stupid.  You are clever, and I am a fool.  You… you are my superior in every way.”

She paused, blushing deeply, biting her lip.

“Come on, girl,” Encyclopedia purred, smirking.  “There’s one last thing you gotta say.”  His smirk broadened, as she gaped and blushed in horror.  “You know you have to,” he purred.

Ms. Americana moaned.  Finally, eyes closed, she forced the words out.  “When… when you said I had more tits than brains,” the buxom and mighty heroine softly admitted, standing before her conqueror and blushing deeply.  “You were not insulting me.  You… you were telling the truth!”  Her voice finished in a tormented wail, as her entire buxom body quivered in humiliation and dismay.  The huge bare breasts in question sloshed gloriously, demonstrating to both the smirking Encyclopedia and awed, jealously gasping beauties, how true her words were.

“Good,” he said.  “You said it with words.  Now say it again, with actions.”

Opening her eyes, looking at him, Ms. Americana breathed deep.  She didn’t have to ask what he meant.  With a defeated moan, she bent low before him.  Whimpering and squirming, the buxom heroine silently repeated her admissions of defeat by slowly pulling her skimpy panties up and over her rounded, quivering, buxom and uplifted ass.  As her crotch pulled out from between her legs it exposed to the awed girls the Cunt of Justice.  Laughter promptly burst from their lips, as all the sneering young ladies beheld wiggling before them the juiciest and most eagerly drooling pussy any of them had ever seen.  Moaning, bending lower, Brenda continued to strip, pulling her panties slowly down her long and powerful thighs, then her sleekly booted calves.  Finally, slipping them over her high heeled feet, she bent low to pick them up and stood back up with a gasp.  Blushing deeply, naked from her boots to her gloves to her choker, Ms. Americana once more stood before Encyclopedia Black… her tiny panties dangling from a single outstretched finger over his waiting desk.

For a few moments, she gasped and froze.  She moaned, staring in disbelief at the sight of her own proud, tiny, and utterly sopping super-panties swaying delicately back and forth from the tip of her outstretched fingers.  Then, with another softer moan, she let them drop.  They fluttered like a star-spangled butterfly down to land in a tiny and delicate heap upon the rough-hewn wood crate… right beside her bra.

She breathed deep, staring at it.  Then she closed her eyes, and her blush once more deepened.  “You are my superior in every way,” she admitted, standing before him dripping and naked.  “I beg you… claim your reward.  Fuck my pussy.”

Encyclopedia leered.  “I’ve been waiting ten years to hear that, Ms. Ameri-cunt.”  He pushed back from his crate, set his laptop aside, and then pointed at the waiting surface.  Aside from the rumpled piles of her surrendered bra and panties, it was rough bare wood, looking like splinter heaven.  “Assume the position.  Bitch.”

Moaning in humiliation the naked Queen of Justice nevertheless gracefully and obediently walked forward until she stood between him and the desk and, facing him, squirmed momentarily and then slowly sank back down onto it.  She gasped in tender awe as her round, bubble-shaped ass cheeks delicately settled onto its surface.  Below her she could feel a maze of splinters, and was thankful she still had her belt.  Reaching back she clutched the edge of the crate firmly with her gloved hands.  Then, slowly, looking up breathlessly into Encyclopedia Black’s face, she spread her long and powerful legs wide.

The girls, both in front and behind, craned their heads and watched breathlessly as Encyclopedia Black strutted forward like a little pimp and stood directly between the super-heroine’s massive thighs. 

“You ready to get completely conquered, super-heroine?” he asked her, hand going to his fly.

Despite her predicament, Ms. Americana’s gorgeous masked face flickered with a little more of her customary defiance.  “Don’t flatter yourself, Encyclopedia Black,” Ms. Americana said up to him.  “This is just a brief, pathetic indignity I must endure.  You may be superior to my brain but there’s no way you can outmatch the body of a super-heroine the same w-way… oh… oh my god…”

For, as she prattled Encyclopedia, had unzipped his pants and drawn forth the largest black cock she had ever seen.  What she had previously thought just a curiously persistent fold of his slacks, reaching to his knee, proved to be a gigantic, veiny, rock-hard phallus.  Smirking, he let the huge cock fall down until it thudded wetly into her pussy, her quivering oozing gates bathing the first few inches immediately beneath his titanic flared head.

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“Oh… Goddess…” Ms. Americana gasped, gaping down between her huge jiggling tits at his giant cock in disbelief. 

Behind her, the waiting girls who had yet to taste Encyclopedia Black’s infamous cock in either of their pairs of lips leaned forward and gaped in awe, eyes wide.  More than a few delicate pink tongues slid out, and hungrily moistened their quivering pink lips.

Then, slowly, realization dawned in Brenda’s horrified eyes.  Encyclopedia Black’s giant schlong was jet black.  It was eighteen inches if it was an inch, with a punishing girth to match, and his balls, hanging heavy and swollen with seed, were huge.  “Oh… oh, no… no…” she whispered softly as she watched his huge flaring tip slowly slide back, caressing across her drooling lips, until he was poised at her quivering defenseless entrance.  He pressed forward slightly, and her glistening tender lips enveloped his tip ever so slightly.  Tearing her gaze from his cock she looked up into his face, her gorgeous eyes going wider and wider behind her mask.  “The masked rapist,” she whispered softly up into his face, as his huge penis pressed slowly into her oozing snatch.  “It wasn’t your father.  It was you.”

“Do you have the slightest proof of that?” he asked her.  His hands slid luxuriantly up and down her buxom fertile hips before taking a firm yet exultant grip upon her silky smooth and curvaceous flesh.

Ms. Americana bit her lip, and slowly shook her head.  “No,” she admitted.

“Then shut up and take my dick, bitch,” he said, and slammed home hard inside her.

“OH!  GODDESS!!!” Ms. Americana squealed as his huge penis rammed up into her deeper and harder than she had ever felt before.  She couldn’t handle it, at all.  Before he had even slammed home all the way inside her for the first time, her body was wiggling and trembling helplessly under his endless in-thrusting onslaught.  Then he finally did strike bottom.  Gasping in stunned disbelief at what she was feeling, Ms. Americana’s head shot backwards and she moaned, eyes wild and blinking blearily, at a sea of gaping and awed young ladies… upside down.  Then he slowly, smoothly slid out, and then pounded back in again.  And again.  And again.

Slowly, Brenda lifted up her gorgeous shuddering head and gaped up into Encyclopedia’s face as he fucked her.  With each devastating slam of his huge penis inside her, her perspective on Encyclopedia Black began to change.  Before the mighty heroine had seen him as a perverted, pathetic, irritating little twerp.  Now, with each stroke he made into her with his gigantic, devastating penis, the looming leering nerd looked to her more evil, more sinister… and more like a god.

With each stroke, her deeply-penetrated pussy grew hotter, and leaked yet more oozing moisture.  She needed every drop.  Aided by her belt, her pussy muscles squeezed tight, massaging Encyclopedia’s cock, making the exultant nerd gasp with pleasure like no pussy had ever rewarded him with before.  Yet her mighty belt seemed to do nothing to shield her from his brutal power, and with each and every thrust she moaned and trembled as if struck… and yet on each and every withdraw she squirmed and whimpered helplessly with pleasure.

So tight was her pussy squeezing him that Ms. Americana could feel every single throbbing vein of his gigantic penis, every contour of his mammoth glans and every inch of his colossal length.  As she got fucked with it, as she gaped up into his face in awe, Ms. Americana could not help but have it driven home, with each and every thrust, that the huge penis fucking her was in every detail identical to the one she had seen on both Pinky Plummer’s and Wilfred Wiggin’s videos.  That, save that her pussy was being ravaged by his thick veins instead of thick black ridges, he felt every bit as devastating as he plowed her pussy as the huge black condom Bugs had found would have, if wielded by a worthy owner.

Thrusting away exultantly upon her once-untouchable buxom body, Encyclopedia could read the look upon Ms. Americana’s gaping masked face as easily as an open book.  What he read amused him.  “Who do you think is fucking you, Ms. Americana?” he asked, casually, in between deep and punishing slams of his cock.  “Is it ‘merely’ your despised nemesis, Encyclopedia Black?  Or is it the Masked Rapist as well?”

Americana gasped deeply.  His hands had caressed from her hips to her gigantic breasts, which jiggled and wobbled furiously under his appreciative grip as he fucked her.  She bit one finger as she gazed up at him.  “I don’t know…” she whispered, softly.

“Say, for the sake of argument you are right.  What if I am the Masked Rapist?” he said.  True to form his speech remained erudite even as he was sweatily and brutally slamming his cock deep inside her with each and every word.  “How would that make you feel… SLUT?” he asked, emphasizing the final word with an increasingly hard, brutal thrust into the deepest depths of her pussy.

Ms. Americana moaned, deeply.  The very thought, flowing through her head and her body, that she was being fucked not merely by her supercilious little twit of a rival, but by the arch-villain himself… that she had been tricked and used in a manner even more deep and punishing than she had previously imagined, and was now paying the ultimate price… made her devastated pussy juice more furiously than it ever had before.  As she got wetter, he fucked harder, his smooth sliding yet will-demolishing strokes pounding ever faster, ever harder, inside her defenseless cunt. 

Once more, Encyclopedia could see her answer written clear as day upon her masked, gasping face… could feel it in the increasing moisture of her cunt.  He smirked.  But he still wanted her to say it.  So, when she merely moaned and thrashed and squealed instead of making any verbal response, he slid his hands up from her breasts to her shoulders and, taking a firm grip upon her silky helpless body, asked her again… accompanying each and every word with the hardest and most brutal strokes he had yet made into her defenseless receptacle for his cock.

“I said,” he sneered, now loud enough for all the gaping watching ladies to hear clearly, “If I am the Masked Rapist… if I confessed here and now… with my DICK inside you… how would you react to THAT, you SLUT?!”

Once again, Ms. Americana failed to answer… at least immediately and with words.  Her buxom body quivering furiously under his deep assault, her head shot back and let out a loud, warbling squeal.  Humiliation suddenly exploded within her, driven into her as if with every thrust of his huge and well-lubricated cock.  A submissive pleasure like she’d never felt before erupted within her hips.  Then, head slamming back to quiver against the side of the crate, she finally gave him his answer whether she wanted to or not.  “Oh, GODDESS!” she squealed, her eyes wide and wild, as climax erupted within her.  “I… I LOVE IT!!!”  Her whole body shaking furiously under his deep rapid strokes, moisture suddenly exploded from her wide-spread and utterly ravaged cunt like fireworks.  “Oh, god…” she whimpered, as his huge cock pumped viciously into her quivering cumming pussy.  “Harder!  NNh!  Harder!  Oh, I love it!  Oh, God… deeper!  Deeper, PLEASE!”

“Ha ha ha ha!” Encyclopedia laughed.  Taking his hands off her shoulders he tweaked both of her huge, helpless, jiggling nipples as she came.  “That’s what I thought, slut!” he said.  Then, reaching down, he seized her gorgeous trembling head, and yanked it to him.

Ms. Americana moaned in surprise.  But, still caught in the devastating throes of her wracking orgasm, she could not resist him.  As he pulled her to him, her lips obediently opened.  Pressed tight together, sighing softly, they shared a long and lingering kiss.  His tongue played with hers, tauntingly.  His huge penis, with swift and sloppy strokes, did the same to her pussy, even as it rode slowly down the curve of its deep and punishing orgasm.  Then, as suddenly as he had pulled her close he yanked her gorgeous masked head back, and leered down into her.  She gaped back up, her luscious red lips still quivering with the memory of his kiss.

“Slut,” he sneered down to her, still pumping away.

Then, suddenly, he pulled out.  Ms. Americana gasped as her dripping, aching cunt suddenly felt gaping and empty.  But she had little time to contemplate her loss.  Seizing hold of her buxom body, Encyclopedia forced her to flip over onto her stomach.  And, though she still possessed her belt, still had within her sleek and mighty flesh enough strength to destroy a hundred Encyclopedias, she moaned, and quivered, and let him.  Laughing, with the super-heroine now prostrate before him, Encyclopedia swung down his hand and gave her well-rounded and uplifted bare bottom a sharp, stinging swat. 

“Ooh!” the Queen of Justice gasped, head shooting back and her whole body quivering, as the little nerd spanked her.

“Who’s the superior detective, heroine?”  he asked her, and spanked her again.

“You are!” Ms. Americana wailed, her body jerking as his dark hand struck down hard upon her shapely, jiggling butt.

“Are you stupider than me?” he demanded, spanking her again, like the diminutive detective was a teacher chastising a powerfully-built yet mentally worthless Amazonian student.

“Yes!” she moaned, her body jerking under his rearward strike.  “You… you’ve proved that compared to you I am a MORON!”  She squealed the word loud as she was rewarded for her admission by another hard swat that made her giant bottom jiggle.  But, head thrashing back and lips quivering in pain and humiliation, she could not stop.  “I’m an… an AIRHEAD!” she moaned, round bottom jiggling under another swat.  “Just… just a big-breasted BIMBO!”  Beneath her bubble-shaped cheeks her naked pussy, trembling and aching from its first fuck from him, vomited moisture down her mighty legs with each and every swat.  An especially thick and heavy glop of lubricant oozed from her cunt every time she admitted her inferiority.

“Then what are you good for, heroine?” he asked, spanking her again, harder.

“Oh!” Ms. Americana cried out, quivering once more as his dark hand spanked her.  Her gorgeous face gaped out in horror at an audience of raptly staring young women.  The young ladies in turn gasped back in awe, as they watched the quivering, recently-orgasmic super-heroine moan as she got spanked.  Never before had each and every one of the squirming, wide-eyed, rapidly moistening young ladies been gladder that their skimpy panties were resting in Encyclopedia’s bowl.

“I SAID, what are you GOOD for, you worthless MORON?!” he demanded angrily, when she still failed to answer, and delivered yet another powerful stinging swat onto her helplessly quivering ass.  “If I’m the superior detective, why should I let you EXIST?”

“I can… I can BEAT up who… whoever you say!!” she shrieked, body leaping under another strike.  “My… my body can do whatever your superior BRAIN tells it!”  Eyes closed, she shuddered as another blow struck home.  “And… and my womb can carry your SEED!!!”

Upon the last word, his dark hand slammed down hard upon her ample jiggling ass… and stayed there.  He stroked it up and down, and gave its silky rounded contours a luxuriant squeeze.

“Did I understand that correctly?” he purred down to the super-heroine, as he insolently caressed her pink and stinging ass.  “You’ll do what I tell you, think what I tell you… and let me fuck you as I please, like the superior man I am?”

Ms. Americana moaned.  That had not been, she tried desperately to tell herself, quite her intent.  But with her ass stinging from his chastisement, the humiliation of defeat pouring through her, and her drooling pussy aching for another fuck, she found his suggestion almost impossible to resist.  Whether he was merely her utterly superior rival, or a dark raping criminal himself, she ached deeply to be fucked and dominated by his cock.  But she still had the pride of a super-heroine, and despite her urges she could not give in so easily.

“Nnng…” she whimpered.  Her ass squirmed helplessly, almost plaintively, under his mockingly stroking fingers.  Between her legs, her pussy drooled with lust.  “No…” she gasped, head thrashing round to gape at him over her shoulder.  Through dripping sweat and post orgasmic shudders, she still managed a righteous glare.  “I… I shall never admit that!” she promised.

Encyclopedia chuckled.  “Pay attention to this woman, ladies, and what I’m about to do to her,” he said to his gaping young audience.  Their eyes blinked in rapt attention, their gorgeous faces fresh and eager to learn.  Seizing the Queen of Justice’s mighty thighs, he forced them to spread before his giant, eagerly twitching black cock… and despite the defiance upon her face her legs quivered and trembled yet did not resist him in the slightest as they were parted wide.  “Apparently, she needs more instruction upon her proper place,” he cooed, pressing his tip to her drooling slit and then sliding his hands up to take two tight, painful grips upon her ample cheeks, “and I’m going to give it to her.”

Then, without further ado, he slammed in deep again.

“Oh, GODDESSS!” Ms. Americana squealed, as his huge penis, still a perfect match for the one she’d seen on the screen, once more plowed deep up inside her and set to brutally fucking.  Humiliatingly, the spankings and degrading admissions she had been subjected to had only made her poor pussy sopping wet, and he slammed inside her with effortless yet brutalizing abandon.  Lips shuddering, eyes wide, in no time Ms. Americana could feel a second and even more powerful orgasm rising within her, as if the climactic energy was being driven into her with each pump of his mammoth possibly-criminal schlong.  But, gaping and fluid and defenseless, she was powerless to resist.

“You know,” Encyclopedia said idly, as his dark hands stroked, groped, and squeezed her magnificent ass, “they say that women are the greatest mystery of all.”  Slowly, the pace with which his huge penis was fucking her pussy increased.  Her gorgeous masked face agape, Ms. Americana could only quiver and shudder in awe.  “Well, Encyclopedia Black only does one thing to mysteries,” the little black nerd cooed, eyes closed, as his hands stroked down her luscious quivering ass to stroke her silky, fertile round hips.  “He solves them.”

“Oh, Goddess!” Ms. Americana shrieked, her whole body quivering under his fucking.  “I’m… I’m cumming!!!”  She blushed in humiliation.  He’d been back inside her for less than a minute.  But, moisture exploding from her deeply and widely ravaged pussy, the Queen of Justice could in no way resist the slamming of her rival’s giant, conquering black cock.  Indeed, the exultant pounding of his enormous flared dark tip deep inside her caused a third orgasm to begin rising within her buxom quivering hips before the second had even passed.

“I solved my first pussy when I was fourteen,” Encyclopedia said, continuing to purr calmly and idly stroke her curves as he effortlessly fucked away every ounce of virtue and pride that remained inside Ms. Americana’s quivering deep-violated cunt.  “Of course,” he said, one hand sliding down around her waist to stroke over her flat quivering belly, fingering her delicate navel, while the other slid forward to cup and heft her titanic wobbling right booby, “back then I was only fourteen in other ways too…”

Sitting at the back of one row of mouth-agape and raptly-watching beauties, Sally Kimball squirmed and blushed.  She had been his first.  At sixteen, she had just grown into the large breasts and shapely figure that would make her popular with the boys for many years to come.  Late at night, they had been pouring over the evidence for a frustrating case.  Suddenly, Encyclopedia had stepped back, reached up under the little skirt she’d worn, and yanked her panties down onto her thighs.  Having already taken his huge erection out for his test run on his ‘partner’, he’d slammed in without asking.  Despite it being his first time it had taken him five minutes to ‘solve’ her pussy.  She’d spent all of them begging him to stop even though her shapely body, larger and stronger than his, could easily have forced him to if she had wanted.  Afterwards, flipped over and gasping up at him in awe, she’d begged him to continue.  And she’d never resisted him again… in anything.

Meanwhile, Ms. Americana moaned and groaned as her helplessly shuddering and deeply-fucked body got driven into a fourth shattering orgasm, then a fifth, then a sixth.  Upon her gorgeous face, behind her mask, her eyes blinked and rolled as if lost.  Her luscious lips hung open, gaping stupidly, her glistening tongue lolling out mindlessly from her lovely cavity.  Her mighty buxom body shook furiously and helplessly under her rival-and-possible-rapist’s every deep, fast, devastating thrust.

“You enjoying this, Ms. Ameri-cunt?” Encyclopedia asked, sneering, as he stroked a hand luxuriantly over her sweaty round hip.

The words cut through her delirium, into her penis-pounded brain.  “Yes!” she gasped, automatically, body humping and squirming irresistibly against his thrusts.  “Yes… I… I love it!  Oh, goddess!” she gasped, gorgeous head rolling, lips quivering.  “I… I love it!”

“Then you got something to admit, slut?” he said, and swatted her rotund sweaty ass between strokes.

“Oh!” Ms. Americana gasped.  Her head rocked back and forth, her eyes wide, as she got fucked.  Within her heroinely heart she tried to resist.  But the simple swat to her ass suddenly brought up a swirl of deeply submissive and humiliating pleasures.  And with his huge penis slamming brutally within her, as if literally pounding her shameful desires home deep within her pussy, she could no longer in any way resist.

“Y-yes!!!” she moaned, eyes wide, through lips dripping and quivering with continuous orgasm.  “Y-your superior brain… and… and superior COCK!!!” she squealed, eyes flashing even wider as it struck brutally home, “make… make you… more than worthy… to command me!!!”  She moaned loudly again, head thrashing back and forth upon her shoulders, as he once more struck home.  “P-please, Encyclopedia…” she whispered, gaping and gasping in awe, “let the Queen of Justice do your superior brains’ bidding…”  She whimpered, as his punishing cock continued furiously to fuck her.  Grinning, Encyclopedia began to change up his strokes, alternating short machine-gun-fast pumping with sudden, deep and powerful body-blows whenever she said something he wanted to reward.

“Will you beat up who I tell you to?” he asked, and slammed in hard.

“YESSS!!!” she shrieked, as his dick pounded in deep.  Eager fluids shot from her quivering, over-stretched, massively-impaled pussy.

“Will you THINK what I tell you?” he demanded, pounding in deep again.

“YESSSS!!!” she squealed, eyes lost and waving in awe as her whole body trembled under his invading thrust.  He pounded in another few for good measure and, her ravaged lower lips quivering, her upper lips were invasively compelled to elaborate.  “I… I will believe every… everything you tell me without question!” the Queen of Justice promised, as her rival’s huge penis rampaged unchecked between her buxom hips, reigning supreme over the entrance to her fertile defenseless womb.  “Your brain is perfect, mine is worthless!” she admitted, her whole body shaking under the force of his fucking.  “Never… never again will I doubt a single word you say is… is anything other than truth!!!” she moaned, as yet another climax burst through her.

“Exxxcellent…” Encyclopedia purred, stroking the Queen of Justice’s silky, quivering hips in delight.  “And what about sex?” he purred, smirking lips just behind her sex-trembling ear.

For just a moment, even as her body slammed helpless back against his every thrust and her breath came in ragged heaving gasps, Ms. Americana remained silent.  A deep blush spread across her cheeks.  Her eyes rolled helplessly in their sockets as she got fucked.  She was deeply and intensely aware that before her stretched a sea of gaping and impressionable young ladies, their big blinking wide eyes and pretty faces hanging upon her every word… her every quiver… her every moan.  For their sake, her blush deepening behind her mask and her face trembling in delirious dismay, she tried desperately to hold back.  But in the end, with his penis slamming endlessly, furiously, and mercilessly inside her, she could not.

“Any… ANYTIME!!!” she finally moaned, helplessly.  Her gorgeous eyes squeezed closed, unable to look at the sea of gaping faces listening raptly before her, and the deepening blush upon her cheeks exploded into a bright pink glow.  Yet fucked deeply, with her churning deep-violated pussy cumming continuously upon her new master’s cock, she had no choice but to continue.  “Any… anywhere!” she promised.  “Any… anything you want, is yours!”  Head falling back, she quivered and trembled in awe as, upon her shameful vows, the most explosive orgasm yet slammed forth from her pussy and wracked through her mighty, buxom, quivering body.  “In… in sex… as in everything… more… more than anything… I am yours, Encyclopedia.  I’m YOURRSSS!!!”

Then, finally, as the most powerful orgasm she’d had yet overwhelmed her, Ms. Americana lost the powers of speech entirely.  All she could do was squeal, and squeal, and squeal.

“Excellent!” Encyclopedia Black laughed after her squeals died down into mere shuddering, mewling, helpless moans.  He slapped her buxom sweaty ass again.  Americana gasped.  But, head down and blushing, she did nothing about it.  Her mighty shapely leg muscles pushed back rhythmically, helping him fuck her.  He laughed, and then smacked her ass again.  Then, leaving it there to squeeze her quivering, luxuriously rounded flesh, he looked up and smirked.

“Take good note, ladies,” he purred down at the beautiful gaping faces before him, still fucking away.  “This is how a hot busty slut is supposed to behave, especially once she finds her true master!”

Before him the sea of gorgeous young ladies gasped softly, licking their lips in awe.  They nodded their pretty heads slowly, looking like they would be taking notes.  But their fingers were too busy clutching tight to their seats, to avoid falling over, to do so.  Between their clutching hands their sleek and luscious young thighs squirmed, eagerly, to either side of their steadily moistening pussies.

Laughing, Encyclopedia Black yanked out of Ms. Americana’s continuously orgasming pussy.  Moaning, Brenda put up not the slightest fight as she was flipped over onto her back.  Her powerful shapely thighs, glistening with sweat, spread eagerly for him, eager to have his mammoth cock back in her pussy.  He obliged her, seizing hold of her fertile wide hips, fingers caressing the silky flesh to either side of her shining gold belt, before slamming deep back up inside her.  Grinning, he leered down into her awed, gasping masked face as he once more fucked her hard.

“Listen closely bitch,” he said.  Leaning in close, his hands stroked up to cup her massive jiggling titties.  He spoke soft enough now that only she could hear, having a private conversation with the conquered super-heroine despite the gaping audience all around them.  “There’s one more promise I want out of you.  And I’m going to get it…”

“What?” Ms. Americana gasped softly.  Twisting and squirming helplessly under his deep slamming, she gaped up in awe into his face.  “You… you are my commander, now…” she whispered, eyes wide with worship.  “I will do what you say.  No… no matter what it is.  What… what more… could you want?” she asked, her breath coming in gasps as his slams struck deep.

The little black nerd snickered, and smirked.  “I’m without a father,” he said.  “My mother is in jail, about to go away as his accomplice.  So I think you know what I could want… Ms. Wade.”

It took Brenda a few seconds to realize the import of what he had said.  Then her eyes slowly spread wide behind her mask, and her jaw dropped in fearful horror.

“How… how did you know?” she gasped softly, terrified, as her body continued to squirm helplessly under his deep and triumphant fucking.

“Helllooo,” he sneered, pumping away inside her hollow cavity.  “Do you not remember who I am?  I’m Encyclopedia Black.  I’ve always known, bitch!”

 “What do you want?” she asked, gasping, her luscious red lips spread almost as open, and quivering almost as helplessly, as those of her plundered pussy.

“I want to be your ward, of course,” he said.  “Alongside – and on top of – that luscious blonde sidekick of yours.  I’m sick of this suburban dump.  I want to live in Wade Manor.  With you.  On you.  In both of you.  Forever.”

“Oh, Goddess!” Ms. Americana gasped, as the scale of the little twerp’s ambitions finally struck home.  But at the same time, her body could not help but quiver with pleasure as his other mammoth point pounded home, again and again and again.

“And when you die,” he said, “I want to be your heir.  Lydia can suck my dick for spare change if she wants.”

“OH, GODDESSS!!!” Ms. Americana screamed.  But even as his horrible words sunk into her, so did his cock, driving his triumph home with a particularly cruel, hard rubbing of his vast veiny bulk against the tender helpless lower wall of her pussy.  Despite herself Ms. Americana shuddered with submissive pleasure, and in an instant she could resist him nothing.  “I… I agree!” she moaned, thrashing under her most furious and devastating orgasm yet.  “En…encyclopedia… as the superior detective… I beg you… come to my home… live with me… be… be my heir!!!”

The assembled ladies gasped in awe at the idea.  Then, faces lighting up in delight, they began to whoop and cheer.  As their jubilation bathed the copulating crime-fighters, the super-heroine gasped in disbelief, while the diminutive detective smirked and kept eagerly slamming away.  His massive dick was finally beginning to twitch and squirm with its own soaring and triumphant pleasure… preparing itself for its ultimate victory over the haughty heroine’s cunt.

“Thanks, bitch!” Encyclopedia laughed, once more loud enough for all to hear.  “Now, maybe I can return the favor!”  And, slamming deep, he threw his bespectacled head back and, groaning with exultant and victorious pleasure, he unleashed a massive gout of potent sperm deep into Americana’s womb.

“Oh… G-G-GREAT JUSTICEEE!!!” Ms. Americana screamed, as she felt her one-time hated rival’s seed erupting inside her defenseless and unprotected channel.  Eyes rolling back, her whole body shook as the sensation of geyser after tremendous geyser of the little detective’s cum poured unrelentingly into her fertile holy of holies.  Her mighty legs spread wide and twitched uselessly as he unloaded up between them.  His tremendous balls pumped and surged visibly as they dumped their vicious and victorious payload into the helpless super-heroine’s receptacle.  In no time the massive load proved so excessive that spurts and streamers of cum began to burst from her quivering absurdly overloaded pussy lips, splattering across the pavement and drooling in dribbling trails down her bouncy bubble-shaped ass to trickle down his crate.

Finally, sighing with infinite pleasure, Encyclopedia let the last few lazy spurts of cum from his cock dribble into Ms. Americana’s pussy, and then pulled out with a long, slow, slurping sound.  With a last ‘splorp’ his bloated dangling monster slid from the ravaged quivering lips of her devastated cunt, and hung down heavily between his legs.  In its wake, Ms. Americana’s pussy was left utterly demolished.  Her tender quivering lips gaped wide, oozing rivers of his seed pouring from them in glops and glistening streams.  Exhausted, the mighty super-heroine’s buxom powerful body hung limp all around her drooling pussy.  Her long muscular thighs stretched far out to either side, still spread wide even as their sleek and mighty muscles hung limp.  Her arms hung limp at her sides, her gloved fingertips twitching as they rested upon the ground.  Her gorgeous head hung back, mouth and eyes spread wide and otherwise still, as her gorgeous masked face gaped in stunned and mind-broken shock.

Standing over the gutted super-heroine, his limp dick dripping, Encyclopedia sneered.

“Who solved you, Ms. Mystery-cana?” he asked.

Hanging limp and devastated upon his crate, Ms. Americana slowly breathed deep… but otherwise did not stir an inch.  A deep blush spreading across her cheeks, she slowly closed her eyes.  “You did…” she said softly.  “You… you solved me…”

 

Delirious in the aftermath of her devastating sex, forever after Ms. Americana could scarcely remember the exact sequence of events that followed her final admission.  She knew that, whooping with glee, a bevy of eager teenage girls had seized her and dragged her to her feet.  Gasping and wobbling upon her feet, the mighty muscular heroine had not resisted in the slightest as her hands had been dragged behind her.  Producing a gleaming pair of handcuffs stolen from his Police Chief father, Encyclopedia had handed it over, and the girls themselves, grinning and snickering gleefully, had eagerly bound their one-time girl-hood idol, the mighty heroine who’s proudly and defiantly smiling poster had adorned most of their bedrooms, into his chains.

Using the handcuffs they had hung her up by a hook upon the garage wall, originally intended to suspend lawn mowers out of the way of vehicles.  Then, before her eyes, as the devastated heroine had been forced to watch, Encyclopedia had fucked every last one of them.  It had been his right.  Every last one of them, the moaning heroine only learned after the fact, had dropped her dainty panties into his bowl… a symbolic collateral, wagering their own bodies against Ms. Americana’s victory.  Naturally every last one of them had been secretly hoping, deep down inside their pretty heads and their oozing de-pantied pussies, that their childhood idol would lose.  They had gotten their wish, and now each of them received her punishing reward.  And punishing it had been.  Several of them had been virgins.  They thrashed and screamed in awe as, blood trickling from their deflowered teen pussies, Encyclopedia’s mammoth black cock taught them ever after how sex was supposed to work.  The ones who weren’t virgins in many ways got it even worse.  Most had come and bet their panties, in part, out of a deep lingering conviction that contrary to the swirling whispered rumors they had been hearing in their lunchrooms and locker rooms their own beloved boyfriends, unlike the chumps all their friends dated, were a match for the legendary Encyclopedia in bed.  Now one by one, upon the floor of his garage, surrounded by a swarm of their cruelly laughing female friends, every last one of them, eyes wide and mouths gaping in awe, were visibly and brutally disabused of that notion.

Hanging upon the wall, Ms. Americana had been forced to witness each and every screaming, thrashing, moaning, and obviously utterly pussy-taming conquest.  All she could do was moan, and squirm, and enjoy the show.  With her hands bound behind her back, her huge bare boobies shook and swung continuously before the ongoing Encyclopedia-on-teen-cunt orgy, forming a magnificent and continuous show to help celebrate the festivities.

When he had fucked every last one of his supplicants at Sally’s direction they got the conquered Queen of Justice down from the wall and knelt her at his feet.  Americana did not resist.  He put his cock to her lips and, putting his hand on her head, shoved it inside.  She resisted even less.

Standing tall before them, with the buxom Queen of Justice sucking dick at his feet, Encyclopedia looked down at the awed and squirming throng of girls and smiled. 

“Now, ladies,” Encyclopedia purred down to them.  “You knew the rules before you started, right?”

Gasping softly, as one they silently and prettily nodded.

“Are any of you on birth control?” he asked.

“No,” several gasped, as they all immediately shook their gorgeous heads no.

“We… we want your babies, Encyclopedia,” one pretty, busty blonde said, one hand caressing lovingly over her flat, supple, well-fertilized belly.  Gasping their agreement, several more did likewise.

“That’s fine,” Encyclopedia said, his smug smirk broadening.  Contrary to what inferior dudes told themselves constantly, it wasn’t just animal females that sought out the fittest possible mates for their wombs.  His superior brain and superior schlong had been inspiring freshly-fertile young ladies to instinctively seek him out and beg, in private trysts, for him to fill their newly available wombs from puberty on.  “But you know if it came out I impregnated all of you, they would put me behind bars, right?  Law or no law, they would find a way.”

Gasping in horror, pretty eyes wide, all the girls slowly and immediately nodded.

“So if you do get pregnant,” he purred, smirking, “what will you say?”

They breathed deep.  A fresh round of squirms broke out, jigging through their collective well-tamed asses.  Then, finally, one by one, they answered.

“Say… say we were raped…” a gorgeous redhead whispered softly.

“That… that a masked rapist got us…” gasped a gorgeous olive-skinned brunette over to one side.

“That we were some of the Masked Rapist’s final victims…” the Asian girl from before said.  She and her comrades had joined the orgy at its end, eagerly seeking a second fuck, and now knelt naked with the rest.

“That our babies are his…” the blonde reporter from the same group, jiggling beside her, softly whispered.

At his feet, Ms. Americana moaned softly as the identity of the Masked Rapist was finally revealed to her once and for all.  But, lips quivering in awe, they never once ceased slurping worshipfully around Encyclopedia’s massive, triumphantly-shuttling schlong.

 

A few weeks later, having awoken under some thick silk covers, Ms. Americana once more wrapped her lips around Encyclopedia’s jaw-achingly thick cock and began, obsequiously, to suck.

It was early morning in Wade Manor.  Encyclopedia had had a late night out doing whatever and whoever only he knew.  He had returned well past midnight, crawled into bed with Brenda, and fucked her brains out.  Now come morning, as every morning, she returned the favor with interest.  Her luscious lips trembled with adoration as they shuttled tenderly up and down his mammoth shaft, feeling him slowly harden to his usual cunt-conquering thickness as she did so.

Slowly, grinning softly in his sleep, Encyclopedia stirred, and then let out a groan of pleasure.

It took her about ten minutes to make him spend.  Encyclopedia tossed and turned with exultant delight as she went down on him.  Still half-asleep he reached down beneath the covers, wrapped a hand in her hair, and pulled her mouth tight.  Moaning softly, she kept right on worshipfully slurping.  Finally, with a groan and a wide grin of pleasure, Encyclopedia started his day by unloading a massive quantity of sperm down Brenda Wade’s throat.  The beautiful buxom billionaire, blushing yet eagerly obedient, dutifully slurped down her breakfast, eyes gaping in awe at the pulsing veiny tube that was being used to deliver it to her.  When she was finished she let him out, and then wiped a few stray streamers of seed from her chin and licked those down too.  Then, reaching over, she grabbed up a tray her newly all-female staff had left ready for her.

“Breakfast, my lord?” she offered her ward, holding the tray out before her.

“Hmm…” Encyclopedia said, smirking.  He surveyed the selections on offer, from the lobster frittata on one side to the duck confit on the other, and of course, behind it all Ms. Americana’s enormous and continuously swaying, jiggling tits.  They – and their milk- were absolutely part of the display, and would never be denied to him when he wanted them.  It was a breakfast fit for a king, with presentation fit for a god.  But in the end he just grabbed up a lox bagel and mimosa and, ignoring all the other goodies on obvious offer both fleshy and non-fleshy, rolled away from her and slid out of their shared bed.

“Thanks, baby,” he purred, before taking a quick bite of the bagel.  “But I gotta run!”  Moments later he was out the door.

Left kneeling naked on her bed, Brenda gasped in dismay.  Hair streaming improbably gorgeously behind her (she now got up an hour before the official wake time, to make sure it was perfect), she had been hoping desperately to be rewarded for her services with some a good deep early morning pounding.  But, bare pussy dripping helplessly onto her sheets, she would just have to do without.  But that wasn’t the only thing that frustrated her.

‘He didn’t even see my special surprise,’ she thought in frustration, glancing down to the little treat she had secreted in the very center of the tray.  Then, plates clanking slightly, she shrugged.  ‘Oh, well,’ she sighed, ‘maybe later.’

When she next ran into her new dark ward it was an hour later.  Having showered, Brenda Wade’s moist body was clad only in the same insanely short robe that she had worn when she first saw his outrageous article, what now seemed like long long ago.  She almost bumped into him, literally considering her projecting breasts, as he emerged from Flag Girl’s room.  And she had only had to slink sultrily by five times in order to do so.

“Oh, hi!” she gasped, coming to a sudden and jiggle-accompanied halt before him.  “May I help you, my ward?” she asked, folding her arms meekly behind her buxom ample ass.

“Yeah,” he said, grouchily.  As the door swung closed behind him, Brenda could just briefly get a glimpse of Lydia sprawled spread-eagled upon her disarrayed bed.  Her long thighs spread wide towards the door, cum poured in rivers from her well-used teen pussy.  Her head had sunk back upon her pillow so that only the underside of her sculpted chin was visible.  The rise and fall of her large and shapely bare breasts with her heavy breathing, and the occasional twitch of her mighty legs to either side of the streaming cum, were the only signs that Lydia had survived yet another of her daily wake-up fucks from her well-hung new co-ward.  “Stay out of my way,” Encyclopedia said, as the door clicked closed behind him.  “I’ve got a full docket in my office today, and I don’t need to deal with your usual interruptions.”

“Of course, my lord,” Ms. Americana gasped, putting a hand to her massive barely-covered breast.  Both of her large nipples poked out through the thin robe fabric, clear as day.  “You are my superior, and I would never dream of disturbing you at work!  Oops… clumsy!”  The last bit she gasped as, with one hand still clutched to her breast, the other ‘accidentally’ knocked a little plastic stick from the pocket of her robe.  Gasping, she promptly bent low to pick it up… but took her time doing so.

Rolling his eyes, Encyclopedia ignored her, and promptly strutted on towards his office.  He didn’t even take the time to reach back and spank her upon her big ass which was exposed and completely naked, along with the pussy glistening between her mighty thighs, beneath the lifted hem of her robe – despite how invitingly Ms. Americana wiggled her bubble-shaped posterior for him, as if showing off how good it would feel beneath his correctively swatting palm.  Apparently oblivious, he just strutted on down the hall.

Retrieving her package, Ms. Americana stood and, clutching it to her huge breast, watched him go.  She bit her lip in irritation.  Then, turning the other way, she heaved a huge and frustrated sigh.

Encyclopedia’s office had once been one of Wade Manor’s six separate conservatories.  A vast room lined in green marble, the entire ceiling was glass, giving it excellent natural light.  Incongruously, however, the only furnishings in the entire palatial room was a wooden crate and a folding chair which Encyclopedia had had brought over from his old garage.  As he sat down at the latter, his first client for the day stood before the former.  She was Green Specter.

The gorgeous sultry blonde squirmed, nervously, in her trademark bustier, fishnets, and skimpy emerald panties.  She wore boots, gloves, and a matching green mask.

“What seems to be the matter, Greenie?” he asked, as he settled into his chair.  Having taken a post-Flag-Girl-coital shower, he was once more in his immaculate slacks, suspenders, dress shirt, and leather shoes.

“It’s my sidekick,” Green Specter gasped, preening elegantly before the seated little sleuth.  “She’s pregnant, but she won’t tell me which evil villain is the father!”

Behind her, in a place of penitence near the door, Specter Girl squirmed.  Above her own skimpy green bikini panties her supple, flawless teen belly was just beginning to swell.  As Encyclopedia looked over the gorgeous shapely blonde lifted her head and, licking her lips, blinked her eyes back at him wide with silent, adoring awe.  Then, having shared the briefest of glances with the well-fertilized sidekick, Encyclopedia turned his gaze back up to her buxom blonde mentor and smirked.

“I think I can help,” he said.  “Although you do realize there are no guarantees, of course.”

“Of course!” Green Specter said, preening before him, both hands perched haughtily upon her hips to either side of her skimpy green panties.  “But… but I admit, I am desperate!” she gasped, removing a hand from her hips to run it back, with a soft sultry gasp, through her lustrous flowing blonde hair.

“And you are aware of my standard super-heroine fee?” he asked.

“Y-yes…” Green Specter said.  A tiny tremble ran through her tall, gorgeous, and spectacularly well-displayed body.

“Payment is up front,” he reminded her.

“I… I know…” she said softly.

“Then go ahead and make it,” he told her.

Green Specter took a long, deep breath.  Then, blushing slightly, she reached up to her breasts and began to undo her bustier.

Ms. Americana came in just as her gorgeous blonde sister-heroine, gasping softly, had finished removing her bustier and was letting it dangle over Encyclopedia’s waiting crate.  The sultry blonde’s eyes flashed up in shock, and a quiver ran through her body, to see Ms. Americana enter.  But then, her blushing head sinking back with soft sigh, the masked beauty obediently let it drop.  It formed a tiny pool of shining green fabric before him.  Unable to help herself, the voluptuous blonde slid both hands meekly around the clutch them together behind her ample ass, and squirmed in shame.  Her huge breasts, exposed, sloshed and swayed gloriously before her smirking consultant.  Then, with another soft gasp, she unclasped her hands and slid their thumbs into her fishnets.  Bending low before him, she started to pull them down.

Ms. Americana watched the whole thing while the door quietly swung closed behind her.  Stopping it just before it clicked with the soft surfaces of her projecting butt, she bounced it back slightly and then let it quietly close.  She took a deep breath, and then suddenly sauntered forward.  She was now in full costume; gloves and mask and bikini and all, and her gleaming boots promptly made loud clacking sounds as she advanced forward across the luxurious polished marble floor.

“I apologize for interrupting, my ward,” she said, sounding more like a nosy mother sticking her nose into her son’s business than a super-heroine.  “But I figured you and your clients could use some drinks.”

She bore before her the same tray she had used at breakfast, now loaded with frosty bottled beers and some pre-poured cocktails.  Encyclopedia was still well under twenty one, but as his officially legal guardian (with Ms. Americana backing the request and a billionaire’s law team pushing it, the court’s had acquiesced to that request faster than Encyclopedia’s penis could slide into a well-lubricated pussy) she didn’t have to abide by those rules.  Under her arm, she carried a waitress’s folding stand.

As the Queen of Justice approached, Green Specter finished stripping off her fishnets and discarded them to one side.  Then, gasping softly, she bent  right back over again and began to do the same with her skimpy panties.  Her buxom hips wiggled in nervous anticipation, as her own gloved hands slowly slid her tiny green thong further and further down her powerful, squirming thighs.

Encyclopedia gritted his teeth in frustration at the interruption and rolled his eyes.  “Fine,” he said.  Reaching up, he snatched a beer off her tray.  “Put the rest over there,” he said, pointing a few feet away.  “Then, as punishment for entering unasked, take off your bikini and leave it here.”

Ms. Americana gasped in shock… even as, automatically obeying him, she propped open the folding stand and, bending her buxom body down, gingerly laid her tray upon it.  Her vast wobbling boobies briefly caressed a couple of the bottles, causing them to clink and momentarily threatening to send them toppling.  Then she stood up and whirled pneumatically round to face him.  As she did so, she once more grabbed up from the tray the little surprise she had secreted there.  But, quivering like a chastised schoolgirl, she decided now was not the time to present it and instead kept it clutched nervously behind her ample panty-clad ass.

“But…” she gasped, softly.

“No buts,” the diminutive detective said, firmly, to her.  “Now.  You stay naked all day, or until I decide you’ve learned your lesson, whichever comes first.”

Ms. Americana breathed deep, and acquiesced.  Bending low before him she complied.  Side by side, Green Specter and the Queen of Justice stripped.  Despite the blonde heroine’s head start, the two ended up standing naked before him at the same time, each dangling her skimpy panties above his box.  Simultaneously they breathed deep, naked boobies jiggling spectacularly and naked pussies glistening with need.

“My punishment, my lord,” Ms. Americana said, and let her panty drop.

“My payment, my lord,” Green Specter said, and let her panty drop.

The two skimpy, dainty garments fluttered in the bright light, caressing delicately against one another as they fell.  They landed side by side, directly in between each heroine’s huge-cupped, rumpled, and surrendered top.

“Good,” Encyclopedia said, surveying their offerings.  Then he looked back up at the squirming, naked heroines themselves.  “You, get that fat ass out of here,” he said, pointing at Americana.  “You – get it on the crate,” he said, shifting his finger to Green Specter.

“Yes, Mr. Black,” both heroines said, bowing their gorgeous masked heads meekly.

Turning, blushing slightly, Ms. Americana obediently and pneumatically departed towards the far door from the one she had entered from, her naked ass jiggling spectacularly for him as she strutted away.  Behind that jutting swaying backside, Green Specter gasped softly as she slowly lowered herself onto her back upon the bikini-swaddled crate.  Clutching the edge above her head, she bit her lip and slowly spread her long booted legs wide.

As she neared the door, behind her, Ms. Americana could hear a faint zipping sound, followed by a gasp of awe as Green Specter’s eyes beheld for the first time the little detective’s now legendary penis.  Beside the door, Specter Girl squirmed.  One hand upon her impregnated belly, she had the other at her lips as, eyes wide, she watched with rapt attention.  From the crotch of her skimpy pregnancy-distended panties, a trickle of moisture leaked onto her thigh.

“Is this your first time with one this large, Ms. Morgan?” Encyclopedia asked as, smirking, stroking his hand luxuriantly over her silky helplessly-spread curves, he came forward to press his mammoth tip to the drooling entrance of her snatch.

Too busy gaping down at it and squirming in awe at its light touch to realize the import of what he had just casually called her, Axanna bit her lip and, with a soft whimper, nodded.  “Yes,” she added, in a soft and husking breath that barely covered over the echoing open acoustics of the marble room.

“Good,” Encyclopedia purred, as he took a firm grip upon her unprotected fertile hips.  “I have a feeling it won’t be the last.”  Then, with a triumphant, almost super-villain-like little laugh, he thrust home.

Hand upon the knob, Americana froze and gasped, her naked body quivering in helpless sympathetic lust, as Green Specter’s loud squealing moans of submissive pleasure filled the giant room.  Beside her, Specter Girl whimpered in awe and wiggled her shapely body achingly back against the wall.  The hand upon her impregnated belly trembled, and then slowly slid down between her legs and began to rub insistently at her ravaged teen pussy.

Unable to endure any more of Green Specter’s soaring, brainless, pussy-ache-inducing moans, with a last gasp Ms. Americana threw the door open and surged bouncily through.  Whirling she pulled it fast behind her, sighing with relief as it clicked mercifully closed.

She found herself in a long hallway, with large glass windows overlooking Wade Manor’s famous Japanese-style courtyard garden.  Beside the door, Sally Kimball waited with clipboard in hand – she was still Encyclopedia’s gatekeeper.  She smirked at the sight of the naked super-heroine emerging.  To her right, beside the door, in a line stretching along the wall, four more super-heroines waited their turns.  They gasped in shock at the sudden appearance of the Queen of Justice herself into their midst.  Eyes flicking up and down her, their faces twisted into dark scowls.  Most did not know that Ms. Americana and Encyclopedia’s newly adopted ‘mother’ were one and the same, and they glared resentfully at Brenda’s naked body, arched nipples and dripping pussy, assuming that the city’s mightiest heroine had just cut the cue and gotten her ‘consultation’ with the city’s greatest detective before they had.

“Good morning, Ms. Americana,” Omega Woman hissed. 

The short-haired and ultra-buxom blonde’s ample scantily-clad ass was pressed tight to the wall, absorbing through her thin panties every vibration of Green Specter’s moaning pleasure that flowed out through it.  Down the line, the other heroines’ asses were doing likewise… some wiggling in delight against the echoing wall even as their furious eyes were still busy flicking indignantly up and down Americana’s tell-tale naked flesh. 

“Did you… enjoy yourself in there?” Omega Woman continued, indignantly, her sculpted chin tilting back in petulant challenge.  Swaying within her own inadequate bra, at the tips of her enormous breasts her own nipples were also tented out, eagerly.

“N-no!” Americana gasped back.  Drawing herself up to her full height atop her boots, she lifted her own chin high.  But, not wanting them to see it, she kept her surprise clutched in her hand just behind her jutting naked ass.  “I… I was just visiting, that’s all.”

“Suuuure you were,” Lady Midnight hissed, from the next spot down the row. 

In her capacity as assistant DA she had brought a load of new case files for Encyclopedia to ‘help’ her ‘solve.’  Although the Masked Rapist was still considered caught and justly convicted, copy cats had apparently sprung up in his wake for dozens of new ‘Masked Rapist’ pregnancies were emerging each week.  Which meant that Lady Midnight had been visiting daily, sometimes multiple times a day, and leaving each time with a curious wrecked tremble in her voluptuous dark hips.  She had a rolled-up wad of case files clutched in her hands… which, as Green Specter’s first explosive orgasm, accompanied by her begging screams for more, quivered through the wall to her, her fingers stroked gently up and down even as her dark eyes glared at Ms. Americana.

Behind her Got Gal and Alpha Woman were also each waiting their turns to ‘consult’ with the great detective, their buxom bodies squirming eagerly in their skimpy costumes.

“Alright, Ms. Americana,” Sally Kimball finally purred, smirking.  “That’s enough.  Move along.”

Despite the fact she was an almighty if nude super-heroine and Sally was just a somewhat talented college gymnast, the Queen of Justice gasped softly to be chastised by her – almost as if the athletic blonde had wacked her across her ass with her clipboard.  Then she tossed her hair, and smiled slightly.

“As you wish, Sally,” Americana cooed.  And, sharing one last sultry slightly glaring smile with the still-waiting heroines, she turned and sauntered onwards. When she was several yards past them, her strutting gait slowed, slightly.  With a soft sigh, still walking, she took the surprise out from behind her back, held it before her bare swaying belly, and sighed softly.

“Someday, he’ll notice,” she said, softly. 

Then, folding the little pregnancy test back into her hand so that its bright blue cross was concealed against her palm, Ms. Americana held it close to her flat sexy bare belly as she resumed her naked, pneumatic walk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SUMMARY:  after being insulted by him in the press Ms. Americana confronts Encyclopedia Black, a former ‘child detective’ who is now a high school senior.  To prove her superiority she accepts a wager that she can disprove his conclusion in his greatest case – but each time she thinks she has bested him he is able to vanquish her evidence and prove her a fool.  As a result, she is first forced to strip off and hand over her bra, then give him seven unobstructed minutes of ‘heaven’ with her body on his lap.  Finally, proven utterly inferior as a detective, she strips off her panties and lets him fuck her.  During a devastating coitus he reveals he long ago figured out her secret identity, and blackmails her into making him her second ward.  In an epilogue Encyclopedia Black enjoys a luxurious life in Wade Manor while a series of Delta City heroines come to beg his assistance in their cases… placing their own costumes and bodies upon his trademark crate as ‘payment’ for his ‘services.’