Ms. Americana has a One Night Stand

By Violator

Author’s Note – I posted a bunch of stories several years back, but this is my first on this site in a while. One quick note: I’ve lost access to the author email that used to appear in my older stories and have not been able to recover it. So if you sent anything to that email since 2017 or so, then my apologies but I probably never got it. If you’re still curious about whatever it is you wanted to talk to me about, or if you have new feedback, please feel free to send it here: violatoremail@protonmail.com. Going to do my best to not lose access to this one too!

As always the following is a highly unrealistic sex fantasy, and anyone wishing to recreate the material therein without serious discussion of consent and safe words first needs to seek mental help immediately. This is a short one just to try to get back into the swing of things. Hit END for a short summary, if that’s your jam.

With a sigh, and a little kittenish roll of her head upon her pillow, Ms. Americana started to wake up. Yawning, she blinked her eyes at the soft morning light streaming in through her long eyelashes. She heard the twittering of birds, and smiled. For some reason she felt a warm glow, deep down inside.

Sitting up in the bed, she stretched and yawned. The covers fell away, revealing her huge bare breasts sloshing and shaking over the voluptuous haunches she still had buried under the sheets. With another, smaller yawn, she opened her eyes.

“Oh… my God!” she gasped, her jaw dropping. In an instant her eyes went from half-lidded, to wide as saucers.

She was not in her own palatial bedroom. Her head spinning one way, her lips trembled in shock as she saw dingy old walls and torn curtains. It looked like she was lying in an inner-city squat. Then she looked down at the sheets, gaping at them past her enormous naked breasts. They were not her sheets. Unlike the room they were good quality, pure silk, yet badly stained. Then she turned her head the other way – and froze. She trembled, and a tiny disbelieving whimper trembled from her twitching, paralyzed face.

“Hey, bitch” the Aberration purred, grinning back from where he sat beside her in the bed. He had his head propped upon his huge arms, which were crossed upon the pillow beside hers. Reaching out with a lazy grin, he stroked a huge clawed finger teasingly up and down her buxom naked hip. “Good morning! Do all super-heroines sleep in so late after having a ton of sex?”

Upon the nightstand next to the Aberration’s side of the bed stood a lamp. Ms. Americana’s gigantic bra was draped down across it, as if discarded in great haste. Her tiny panties lay upon the stand, beside him… interlaced with his leather speedo. Next to them lay a small black object that looked like his cell phone. Her boots and gloves lay scattered about the room, as if she had cast them aside as quickly as she could get them off.

Ms. Americana gaped down at him. Her jaw hung open, her full luscious red lips quivering.

“Wh… what is... is the meaning of this?!” she moaned, her gorgeous reeling head struggling to come to terms.

“I had a great time last night,” the Aberration cooed, not seeming to register her distress at all. Or maybe he was just used to women reacting like that when waking up next to an enormous green monster like him. Immensely enjoying the sight of her titanic naked boobies bouncing and swaying pneumatically between her gaping mouth and the sheets, he reached down beneath the covers and stroked lightly down her naked thigh, as if remembering them wrapped around him with relish. “You act all uptight for the press, but God DAMN are you a fucking freak once you get going!”

“What… what is happening?” Ms. Americana asked, her gorgeous blue eyes still blinking down at him in wide and disbelieving shock.

“Aww… you don’t remember?” he asked. His green face appeared hurt, briefly. “You fell off the top of Wade Tower and I caught you. I saved your life, baby. So, to show your gratitude, you gave me the night of mine!” He grinned, fingers stroking back up her magnificent bare thigh beneath the sheets. “I don’t usually do this ‘going straight’ shit, but if this is the kind of reward I get I may have to reconsider!”

“No!” Americana whimpered. “This… this can’t be!”

A hand rising up to clutch at her cheek, she thought back, desperately. The last thing she remembered was confronting a bunch of villains atop one of Delta City’s highest skyscrapers. Even that was fuzzy. The Aberration might have been there. He might have saved her, as he said. She couldn’t remember. But the deep ache and gooey feelings inside her pussy, and the fact she now sat naked and unbound beside him, caused her tummy to churn with the deep dread that what he had said about her was true.

“That’s disappointing,” the Aberration said. He didn’t look that broken up about it. His smirk broadened. “You showed me a pretty amazing time, so it's too bad you don't remember any of it. But it’s not that surprising.” Reaching up, he tenderly stroked the back of her gorgeous masked head. “You did get a pretty nasty bump on your head,” he said.

Ms. Americana gasped… both at the news, and to receive a surprisingly gentle caress from the vile and brutal villain. After he lowered his hand she reached back and rubbed the spot herself. It did feel vaguely sore, and her head felt funny.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, to her apparent savior. Though still skeptical, she was slowly coming around to the reality of her situation. After all, if he’d wanted to bind her and lead her away, naked and in chains, he’d had plenty of chances. Her pussy oozed, at the thought. “I…I can’t remember anything,” she admitted, softly.

“That’s okay,” the Aberration purred, folding both arms behind his head again. He grinned. “I do. And what we did last night is more than enough reward for me.”

Ms. Americana breathed deep. Licking her lips, she blushed. Her skin crawled and suddenly she wanted nothing more than simply to be away from him. Nothing else, not even taking him to jail, mattered to her. “Well,” she said, “since you apparently did save my life, I won’t arrest you for all your previous... indiscretions. Just this once.” Her body squirmed, lusting to get her panties back on and scamper away to take a nice hot shower. “Now, I’m afraid I’m a busy woman. I’ve got to go.” Huge breasts jiggling she made to rise, her staggeringly buxom hourglass-shaped curves lifting up out of the artfully spilling sheets.

“That’s fine,” the Aberration said as he lay back and admired the sculpted view. “But before you do, do you mind taking care of this?”

Reaching down, he pulled aside the covers to reveal his morning wood.

Americana gasped, her blue eyes latching onto it... and not leaving. Instantly, her buxom body towering up out of the rumpled sheets that now barely reached above her knees, she froze... and stared.

Arcing up before her out the sheets, his penis was green, hard... and huge. As she gaped at it her lips trembled, and her blue eyes blinked wide... and, suddenly, the deep, painful yet very satisfying ache that seemed to reach all the way up to the space behind her belly button made complete and obvious sense. Thoughts of a cold shower suddenly and mysteriously vanished as her eyes slid back and forth across his gigantic green member in stunned disbelief. He was so hard, every vein standing out upon his immense member. Between his legs his giant green balls bulged with potent seed. She licked her lips, staring at them. They were the size of grapefruits.

Ms. Americana breathed deep, her huge naked boobies jostling and sloshing slightly before his leering gaze. Her fingers trembled… then slowly, unable to help themselves, they reached out and rested themselves lightly on the shaft of his penis. He twitched, eagerly, under her touch. She breathed in softly. Then, slowly, she stroked her fingertips down his immense hardened length. He pulsed eagerly beneath her caress. She gasped, her fingers trembling above his hungrily pulsing and pussy-ruining girth… and, reversing direction just above his giant hairy balls kept on stroking.

“How… how did you want me to… to take care of it?” she asked, softly. Her stroking fingers, having reached his tip again, reversed direction once more - tracing lightly up and down his immense, appreciatively-twitching beast.

The Aberration grinned, as without moving a muscle other than his cock he lay back and enjoyed her light strokes. “Any way you like, baby,” he said. His dick throbbed, readily, beneath her fingertips.

Americana took a deep breath, her huge bare breasts sloshing and stirring. Her fingers twitched. Then, slowly, they curled up underneath him and caressed back the other way, from below. She licked her lips.

“I… I suppose…” she said, “a quick hand-job, for my savior, wouldn’t... wouldn't hurt anything…”

Wrapping her hand around him she began to slowly pump her delicate fingers up and down his huge, appreciatively twitching cock. Ms. Americana licked her lips and gaped in wonder, as she found her fingers unable to close all the way around his immense girth.

“Ahhhh…” the Aberration sighed. Laying his head back upon his arms he cooed with pleasure, a delighted grin spread across his toothy lips. “Thanks, bitch,” he purred.

“D-don’t mention it,” Americana said.

Finding her one-handed position awkward, she hobbled about until her sleek naked body knelt facing him, and wrapped both hands around his gigantic cock. Then, gasping in awe, she stroked them simultaneously up and down her one-time enemy's immense twitching length, fingers sliding over his massive throbbing veins. Her fingers scraped and stroked up and down her new savior's immense bulk, her upper fingers occasionally caressing his huge flaring cock-head, and her lower hand occasionally dropping down to cup and massage his enormous seed-swollen balls.

“That’s nice, bitch…“ the Aberration purred. Lying back, he enjoyed. Then he hissed, softly, as her fingers scraped hard up his length. “But… but a little dry,” he added. Reaching one immense arm down underneath the night stand, he came back up with a large clear bottle of lube and handed it up before the penis-stroking heroine. “Here, bitch,” he purred, grinning up at her. “Use this.”

Americana gaped at it… even as her dry hands continued to slide up and down his huge pulsing beast in awe. “Where… where did that come from?” she asked, her voice and fingers both quivering.

His smirk broadened. “You ran off and bought it, last night,” he informed her. “Or rather, you got a clerk to give it to you free fer showin' him yer tit. Gotta hand it to you - you knew you were gonna need it to even get me inside you… and you wanted me inside real, real bad!” He let out a barking laugh, then sneered. “For a total slut,” he purred, “you sure are tight! Or, at least, you were…”

Ms. Americana gasped deeply. Atop her feet her buxom, violated hips squirmed in humiliation. Yet she too was frustrated by the dryness with which her fingers scraped up and down his shaft, so in the end she pushed her misgivings aside and gave in.

“Okay,” she said.

Sliding one hand down to caress his balls, she left his huge hard shaft to arc and bob above his belly as her other hand reached out and eagerly took the giant bottle of lube. Lifting it up, she held it above his penis and poured. She gasped, licking her luscious lips, as with the stream playing up and down his length his huge tool soon became slick and glistened with viscous fluid. Then she handed the bottle back. Grinning, the Aberration returned it to the place from where it had come.

Sliding both hands back onto his cock, Ms. Americana resumed her worshipful hand-job. She gasped in awe at how much faster and slicker her fingers could slide upon him. Her trembling digits flew up and down his huge beast, caressing every inch of his thick veiny shaft and giant head. Lying back, the Aberration cooed and licked his lips, his body wiggling with pleasure as she serviced him.

Ms. Americana continued giving her handy J for several minutes, her buxom naked body jiggling upon its knees, hands stroking and sliding delicately up and down his appreciative throbbing flesh. She tried and tried, gasping with effort as she pounded him as fast and as hard as she could. But despite her best efforts she could not make his enormous and delightedly twitching penis come.

“Hey, bitch,” the Aberration said, at last. Looking down, he licked his lips. “How about you try out those tits? I’d love to feel those big ol’ jugs wrapped around my dick.”

Ms. Americana breathed deep… making the huge bare boobies in question rise and fall pneumatically before him. Then, slowly, she smirked too. “Sure,” she said. Keeping one hand wrapped around his erect and pulsing dick, she hobbled over until she knelt astraddle his thighs. She looked down into his face, and smiled. “For my hero of the hour,” she cooed, slowly lowering her gigantic jiggling breasts onto his penis, “I suppose a little… special reward… is due…”

Slowly, gently, her colossal left breast and then her right caressed the very tip of his gargantuan swollen cock. They shook and shimmied against him. Then with twin jiggles they dropped down, enveloping him in their soft jiggling cleavage. Looking up into his watching face and gasping in awe, Ms. Americana slowly rolled her huge breasts in little circles, letting her gigantic titties jostle and jiggle delicately to either side of his cock-head. Then, ever so slowly, she slid her breasts lower, letting his huge pulsing shaft slide up to be enveloped from one end to the other in her tight shimmying cleavage.

“Oh, yeah…” the Aberration purred, as his huge cock was steadily surrounded by more and more of Americana’s magnificent, soft, silky-smooth jugs. “Oh… fuck, yeah, this is awesome!”

For several more minutes, Ms. Americana stroked her gigantic shimmying tits up and down the Aberration’s enormous cock. They slapped heavily against his belly and bounced back up his length, like ponderous jiggling spheres, his cock squeezed between them at all times. Gasping softly she pushed her tits together, enveloping him more tightly between warm pillow-soft yet pneumatically jiggling orbs, and rubbed them even harder up and down his gigantic schlong. As she did so she watched, gaping, as his huge cock-head repeatedly came shooting up out of her quivering cleavage to hover before her face. Finally, she could not resist. Bowing her head, she extended her tongue and, as his huge cock rose up to its apex within her tits, caressed her tongue around his gargantuan cock-head in a long and continuous lick.

Watching, the Aberration smirked gleefully, and chuckled. But other than that he did nothing to interfere, merely watched.

Pulling her head back, Ms. Americana gaped at his spittle-glistening cock-head in shock. Then, with a soft moan, she sank her beautiful head back in. Full red lips trembling, she wrapped them around his shaft and pressed to him a slurping, trembling kiss. Then another, and another. “Oh, God…” she whispered, her luscious lips hovering just above his shuttling penis. “It’s… so big.” Wrapping her tongue around him she licked up to his tip, and finished it with another kiss. “So big, and… so... dominating,” she sighed.

Then, spreading her lips wide, without being told or asked, Ms. Americana began to suck the evil criminal's cock. Her slick breasts slid down to the lower several inches of his shaft, bouncing atop his balls. Her red lips spread almost impossibly wide around his massive girth, she slurped and slurped along the upper eight or so inches of his cock. Her eyes tilted up to look into his face as she sucked, and then tilted down… and she blushed.

“Oh… yesssss…” the Aberration purred, as her lips sucked tight and her tongue swirled around him. His body twitched, helplessly, with the pure pleasure she was giving him. “Oh… shiiiiit…”

Eager to get better access to his big cock, Ms. Americana slowly crept backwards down the bed. Her huge breasts made one last swirling quiver around his base, then slid down and dropped, wobbling pneumatically, between his legs. Perfectly shapely, he got to watch their huge torpedo-tipped jugs sway and jostle deliciously against each other as they fought for space between his thighs. Meanwhile, whimpering with desire, Americana bobbed her taut-spread slurping lips deeper and deeper on his penis. Her fingers stroked his balls and every inch of his shaft they could reach, as her quivering lips gradually reached lower and lower on his veiny beast with each pump of her gorgeous masked head.

Finally, breathing deep, Ms. Americana let his huge green cock slip out of her mouth. Breathing hard, huge breasts jiggling beneath her, she looked up into his leering face. Licking her lips, she looked back at his cock.

“Can… can I ask you one favor?” she asked, finally. Her buxom hips wiggled with desire, between his legs, and a deep blush spread across her masked cheeks. But she couldn't quite bring herself to say the words. Instead, she let her body language do the talking. “Please?” she asked. Looking up into his eyes, her blue eyes blinking wide behind her mask, she leaned her gorgeous head down, and gave his penis a long lick. Then she lifted her head and licked her lips, while her hand immediately rose up to stroke him swiftly, keeping him enthused.

“I… I want to feel it again... just once more..." Ms. Americana whispered softly. She shivered, staring up into her enemy's eyes. Her blush deepened. "So that this time I can remember it... forever." Bowing her head, she pressed a series of kisses to his big penis, while her wide eyes never left his.

The Aberration grinned so wide it looked like his toothy face would break. “Suuuure, bitch” he purred.

“Thank you,” Ms. Americana whispered. Bowing her head, she gave one last lingering kiss of gratitude to his huge penis. Then, rising up, gasping in anticipation, she hobbled forward upon her knees, until her svelte hourglass-curvy body knelt astraddle his waist. Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers delicately around his huge cock-head, and slowly nudged it up in between the quivering gates of her pussy. “After all,” she cooed, “what's one more time with you inside me, in exchange for my life?” Then slowly she sunk her buxom hips down, enveloping him into her pussy. Like a huge beast nuzzling up into its lair the gigantic head of the Aberration’s penis spread her labial lips wide and coursed eagerly up inside.

“Oh!” Ms. Americana gasped. She trembled, her eyes and mouth going wide, as if she was suddenly seeing into another universe entirely. Her hand trembled upon his veiny shaft, holding him fixed, halfway inside her pussy. Then, with a soft moan, she suddenly sunk her hips deeper. “Oh… Godddesss!” she gasped, her head sinking back, as his huge dick slowly slid deeper and deeper into her, until he was buried in her all the way to his balls.

Her lips fell open with a deep gasp. “Oh… oh Great Justice!” she whimpered, head rolling upon her shoulders. Fingers trembling, she fell partway forward and took a tight grip upon his chest. Then, slowly, voluptuous hips bouncing gently up and down, she began to fuck herself with his long thick cock. Her head rolled upon her shoulders, her lustrous black hair swirling around her gorgeous face, like in a women’s shampoo commercial. “Oh, God! Oh, God, it’s so big!” she whimpered, as his huge schlong pounded up into her again and again and again - driven by her own sleek muscles. Her huge tits bounced and swayed, gloriously, before him, with each and every brutal self-inflicted stroke.

“Aww, yeah!” the Aberration laughed. Hands behind his head, he enjoyed the sight of her buxom yet supple and flat belly pounding furiously up and down his dick, her little navel peeking at him just above her belt. A huge grin spread across his toothy maw.

“Unnh! Unh! Ungh!” Ms. Americana moaned, her blush deepening, as she saw his grin. Unable to meet his gaze she twisted her gorgeous masked face first one way, then the other… as her buxom fertile hips continued to slam eagerly up and down his schlong. “Oh… oh Goddess!” she moaned. Her head thrashed back and forth, black hair flashing, as she bounced herself furiously upon his dick. “I… I had... almost forgotten…” she moaned, beautiful head rolling upon her shoulders, “how good… getting a real dick... feels… inside me!!!”

Stretching back with a luxuriant purr, the Aberration arched his hips up into her tight furiously slamming pussy, and enjoyed the ride. “You loving this, slut?” he asked.

“Y-yes!” Ms. Americana moaned. “Yes! YES! I thought you were just a thug… but… but I realize now… you’re a STUD!”

Then, voice rising like a shriek and body shivering like it was being electrocuted, with a loud squeal, Ms. Americana shot up into her first orgasm upon his cock. Or at least, the first one she could actually remember having. Her body shook and trembled over him, her supple curves wiggling with overwhelming and uncontainable energy. Unable to support herself upright any longer, in mid-climax she tumbled forward and clung to his chest for support. Her voluptuous hips continued to bounce vigorously up and down his schlong, unable to stop even for a second. Her huge boobies swung down to rub and jiggle against his chest, and he leered down them in delight. Head pressed to his shoulder, she whimpered and trembled, lips trembling in awe, at the devastation she felt inside her.

“I… I see I was wrong…” she whispered, trembling, buxom hips slamming furiously up and down his cock. “I thought I had to be your enemy. But I see now, I should be your girlfriend.” Another orgasm racked through her, making her eyes roll in her head and her buxom hips shudder. “Or… or your wife,” she moaned, licking her lips in awe. A third powerful orgasm exploded through her, before the second even ended. She trembled from head to toe, moaning in awe. “Or… or maybe even…” Her hand stroked across his huge chest as, climaxing continuously, she gaped down into his face in awe, “… your… your sex slave!” Fluid gushed from her pumping pussy, as the mere thought made it flood with eager moisture.

The Aberration chuckled. “Hey, now - don’t get all clingy after one fuck, bitch,” he advised her, his toothy maw leering into her panting, beautiful face. His hands caressed up and down her buxom sweaty hips, as they pounded furiously up and down his cock. Then, reaching up, he seized her by her head. “Now come here and give me some sugar,” he said.

Ms. Americana moaned softly, but did not resist in the slightest as he pulled her lips to his. Twining her arms around his neck, she sighed with pleasure, eagerly caressing his tongue with hers. Meanwhile, her huge breasts, slick with sweat and lube, pressed against his chest and ran in soft gently jiggling circles, as if her tender tips were buffers trying to wax the hood of a car to a perfect shine. Reaching down, the Aberration meanwhile got generous handfuls of both her voluptuous jutting butt-cheeks, and helped out just a little with the continuous slamming of her oozing climaxing pussy up and down his thick hard shaft.

Finally, with one last brutal caress of his tongue against hers, the Aberration grinned and let her go. With a loud moan, Americana shot back up to once more bounce tall and glorious above him. Lifting both hands up to her head she clutched it tight. She whimpered, as emotions of all kinds swirled and plunged inside her head… matching the swirling and plunging of the villain’s enormous cock-head deep inside her pussy.

Finally, at long last, the Aberration felt a familiar tingle deep inside his balls. Reaching out, he eagerly wrapped both hands around her fertile swollen hips and, pushing them brutally down and backwards, at the same time jerked his titanic cock up and forwards within her pussy. With each thrust, his massive schlong slammed hard as a derailing train along the entire forward wall of her tender vagina. In the process he utterly stimulated both the interior of her clitoris and her g-spot, driving the stunned super-heroine into an utterly brainless frenzy.

"You ready for this bitch?" he cackled, as his claws sank deep into her buxomly rounded and fulsomely fertile hips. "Here... I... COME!"

“Oh… GODDDESSS!!!” the Queen of Justice squealed loudly. Wiggling in a frenzy atop him, her hands clutched tight to his belly as if she feared being swept away by the wave of climax. Yet her luscious voluptuous hindquarters continued to pound away furiously into each of his thrusts, mindlessly assisting with every ounce of strength their sculpted sinews possessed in the utter sexual devastation of her own vagina. “Oh, GODDESS!” she shrieked, voice and body trembling. “Yes! Harder! DEEPER! Yes! Yes! YESSSS!!!”

With a bestial roar, the Aberration slammed his gargantuan dick as deep into Ms. Americana as he could, and sent a tremendous geyser of his cum shooting up into her. Ms. Americana’s lips hung open and quivered in awe and horror as she felt herself get filled. But there was nothing she could do to prevent it now… and, from the look upon her gorgeous face, it was questionable that she even wanted to. Gout after gout of potent mutant sperm shot up into her fertile womb. Finally, with a great groan, the Aberration spurted his last into her pussy. His long dick, though still spreading her tenderized vagina wide, slowly grew limp inside her and slid out.

“Oh… Goddess…” Ms. Americana moaned.

With a great sigh, she picked her trembling, buxomly-jiggling body up and off of the Aberration. But she was so exhausted, her sweaty flesh promptly toppled down off his giant green body and ended up landing with a thump on the sheets beside him. Rolling over, she lay down on her curvy hourglass-shaped flank by his side.

“Oh, Great Justice…” she whispered. Shivering with post-coital energy, lying upon her side, she raised one hand to her head while the other slid down and clutched to her flat, filled belly. Then, slowly her hand slid lower. Slipping two fingers down between her ravaged nether lips, she spread her pussy wide. Lifting her gorgeous masked head up, she gaped down between her huge bare breasts, to look in fear at her own cunt.

For a few seconds Ms. Americana's aching vagina looked perfectly normal – if gaping a little looser than usual between her trembling fingers.

Then, from deep within Americana’s tender channel, a pearly tendril of the villain’s potent cum slowly oozed up out of her, and glistened between her parted labial lips. “Oh… oh G-great JUSTICE!” Ms. Americana moaned, her fingers trembling as she watched his cum slowly well up within her forbidden channel. Slowly a large tendril poured down from between her pussy lips, and began running down towards the bubble-like buns of her ass. Another larger mass rose up like a horrible proboscis from her dark quivering depths, and soon was pouring down like a little waterfall from her cunt before her disbelieving eyes. “Oh, my God!” Ms. Americana moaned, knowing that much, much more lay within her belly. Slowly, her head sank back and she gaped up at the ceiling in exhausted disbelief… as, between her pussy-spreading fingers, glop after glop continued to ooze up out of her.

Looking on, head raised lazily from his pillow but otherwise having not stirred an inch from his original position, the Aberration cracked a lazy grin at the sight of his seed coming out of her.

“Sorry, bitch,” he said. He didn't sound very sorry at all.

Ms. Americana moaned softly. Then, taking a deep breath, she got her raging emotions under control.

“It... it’s okay,” she told him. Her voice quivered, slightly. She withdrew her fingers, letting her semen-drooling pussy lips close. Then, rolling over she snuggled up next to him. Wrapping her arm around his she cuddled close, so close her huge breasts ended up jiggling side-on atop his chest, and purred. Opening up her eyes, she blinked up into his ugly green face in awe.

“You can make it up to me,” she said, “by being the best new boyfriend ever.” Reaching up a hand, she stroked it tenderly down his ear, as she gazed upon his horned head with contented bliss. “You already have the sex part down,” she admitted, wiggling with exhausted yet deeply satisfied pleasure. “But you really need to work on your behavior. It’s very anti-social.”

The Aberration, meanwhile, had picked up the small black phone-like object from the nightstand. He was fiddling with it. He checked the time, then adjusted some numbers. “I told you not to get clingy after just one fuck, bitch,” he growled, glancing at her beautiful face irritably, then looking right back at his device.

But Ms. Americana was not paying attention. Turning her head, laying her cheek on his shoulder, she was already staring happily past him up at the ceiling, while fabulous visions marched sharply before her blue eyes. “Of course, your clothing will have to go straight in the trash,” she cooed, first, running an idle finger back and forth across his chest. “There’s no way I’m letting you wear that ratty speedo near me in public.” Lifting the stroking hand, she pointed to the little leather loincloth, which rested, intermingled with her tiny panties, upon the nightstand. “I’ll get you some better clothes. And better friends. And a real job, in one of my companies.” She tapped her chin, thinking deep. “Then,” she continued, “once we have the basics down, I can really get to work correcting all the rest of your bad habits.”

“Sure thing, babe,” the Aberration purred. Slipping the black box into his palm, he reached out and cupped the back of her head. “But first, come give me some more sugar.”

He pulled her towards him. Sighing eagerly, Ms. Americana briefly let him interrupt the process of planning out how she would change her new beloved, and eagerly allowed herself to be drawn in for another kiss. She cooed with pleasure as his tongue slid into her mouth, caressed it with her own, and smooched him back happily. In-mid kiss, the Aberration smirked. Within the palm that was clutching her head to him he pressed the little black box square against the center of the back of her head, and pressed a little button on its side.

There was a tiny buzz. Ms. Americana stiffened. Breaking from the kiss, she slowly sank backwards. Her eyes looked like two tiny dots of black in seas of white. They blinked, looking right at him - but did not seem to see him. Then, slowly, she rolled over onto her back and, save for her soft breathing, lay still.

“Sorry, bitch,” the Aberration cooed. Reaching over, he got one last grope of her gargantuan all-natural right breast, and then stood up. With a rumbling groan, he stretched, grinning. “I’m not that easily tied down!” he laughed.

The door opened, and the Geek and the Warlock came in.

“What’d you think?” the Geek asked, sneering eagerly.

“It was fucking awesome!” the Aberration crowed, lowering his arms and grinning, over the ravaged and buxom-heroine-filled bed. “The slut gave me the full service package – boob-job, tongue-down and all – and I barely had to lift a finger.” Picking up his leather loincloth off the nightstand, he strutted over. “This is the best toy you’ve invented yet,” he said, handing the little black box back to the Geek.

“Isn’t it?!” the Geek laughed, grinning. “When I first tested it she did a full strip-tease for me and gave me anal – and I barely even had to say hello!” He gave out a few of his traditional snorts. “When these babies start hitting the streets, we are gonna be so fucking rich!” he laughed, afterwards. He turned, and handed it to the Warlock. “Alright. Your turn!” he said.

“About time!” the green magician said, eagerly. Taking off his boots he tossed them to strategic positions around the room, so it looked like they had been taken off amidst a drunken frenzied make-out session the previous night. Then, taking off his funky jeweled crown, he laid it and upon the nightstand next to Americana’s tiny star-spangled panties.

Magically opening a hole in his costume to expose his own rampantly erect cock, the Warlock slid down eagerly next to the slumbering super-heroine. He pulled the covers up over his chest, and lay back.

With a soft sigh, the buxom heroine, on the edge of waking again, promptly rolled over and instinctively cuddled up close to her bedmate - seeking his body for warmth. Her huge boobies ended up enveloping his arm, the tender swollen tip of the upper giant jug wobbling in little circles just above the sheets. Reaching up under the covers, her fingers coiled hungrily around his thick, throbbing cock. She gasped, in awe, and her fingers stroked up and down him. With a soft, pleased sigh, holding her one-night-stand-lover's penis, she wiggled in a little closer to him.

The Aberration was already walking out, and the Geek turned to follow. “Have fun!” the Geek called back, cheerfully, as he closed the door.

“Don’t worry,” Warlock purred, leering eagerly down into her gorgeous slumbering face. “I will!” Then, laying the Geek’s memory-wiping device onto the nightstand beside his crown and Americana’s tiny panties, he lay back. With a huge grin upon his face, he waited eagerly for the slumbering super-heroine to wake back up.

SUMMARY: Ms. Americana wakes up beside the Aberration in a strange bedroom with no memory of the previous night. Learning that she went to bed with him as a reward for saving her life, she agrees to give the well-hung villain a parting hand job before she leaves. But instead the handjob progresses into a tit job, then a blowjob, and finally into her bouncing eagerly on his cock. He finally comes inside her, after she has several times. Cuddling up beside him, Ms. Americana caresses him and begins to lay out all the changes he will have to make now that he is her boyfriend. Pulling her close, the Aberration kisses her and, while she eagerly kisses back, he presses a small device to the back of her head and activates it. Eyes glazed, Ms. Americana sinks backwards. The Warlock and the Geek come in. Rising, the Aberration hands the Warlock the Geek’s memory erasing device and leaves. Sliding in under the covers, the Warlock lies back and eagerly waits for her to wake up.