...it's all in fun, folks..... :)
It was difficult coming back to an empty apartment after a a hard night of crime fighting. American Maid slumped into the corner of her sofa, slipping her feet out of her trademark high heel shoes. What she needed was a nice foot massage. Deflator Mouse knew how to give an excellent massage. She closed her eyes, sinking further into the soft cushions. Maybe she needed more than just a foot massage. Maybe she needed a good fucking..... "Mmmm, yeah." She breathed, moving her hands up to caress her aching breasts. "That is definitely what I need."
It had been so long since Deflator Mouse. She loosened the tight corset she wore, allowing her breasts to spring free. Oh, Mouse had loved to play with her nipples. "Probably didn't get breast fed as a baby." She muttered, rubbing her thumbs on the nipples to make them grow hard. She had to admit, he might be an idiot, but he had been a decent lover. Not the perfect lover of her dreams, but adequate.
Maybe she should call him. One hand strayed south, slipping between her thighs to touch her 'magic button.' She groaned softly, arching her back as she felt her tensions start to slip away. A nice, big, hard cock to ride tonight would make her feel a lot better. Not that Mouse was really all that big; he was a MOUSE after all! But if she couldn't find a real man, he would do. Of course, that would mean actually being nice to him for a while....
"A real man..... hmmm....." Two fingers went inside, no real substitute for the cock she desired. "A Big cock. Big. Man." Her eyes flew open wide. "The TICK! Oh Gawd, yes! The TICK!" She knew what she had to do.
"Lookie, Arthur. Lookie!" Tick perched on the arm of the sofa, arms stretched wide as he balanced on his tip toes. "I'm couch surfing! Wheee!"
"Tick!" Arthur cried, his petulant whine ringing throughout the apartment. "You are going to break the sofa.... TIIIICK!"
With a loud crash, the sofa flipped over on the blue clad hero. As usual, Tick was unharmed, but the sofa broke in two over his hard head. "Oopsie."
"Oopsie? Oopsie?" Arthur stormed. "Is that all you can say?" He balled his fists up and shook them at the Tick. "How come you keep breaking all my furniture? Why don't you ever listen when I tell you to stop doing stuff like that?"
"It's okay chum." The Tick said, extricating himself from the mess. He lifted the two sections of the couch easily and tried to fit them back together. "A couple of nails, some super glue, and it will be as good as new. See?"
"No. No I don't see. Just... You.... Augh!" He threw his hands up in exasperation. "Leave me alone. I'm going to bed!"
"Chum?" Tick asked softly, wincing as the door slammed. Sometimes he didn't understand Arthur. Sure, the couch was broken, but it hadn't been that great of a couch anyway. Much too short to really get comfortable on. The way Arthur was carrying on, you'd think that he, the Tick, had done something wrong. "And that's not possible!' he told the empty living room. "I am all that is good and just in the world! I am the Tick!"
"I am also tired." He said, looking at the sad little couch. Collecting his blanket and pillow from the closet, he went and knocked on Arthur's bedroom door. "Arthur? Oh faithful sidekick of mine?" He eased the door open, sticking his head inside. "Can I spend the night in here? I don't have a place to sleep out here."
"Spend the night in here?" Arthur asked incredulously. "NO!" He threw his pillow at the door, sorry to see the Tick duck out of the way. The Tick wasn't really bad, but sometimes he just got on a person's nerves! Turning over on his side, Arthur gazed longingly at Carmelita's picture. Now she knew how to fill out a moth's suit. "Oh Carmelita." He moaned, fumbling to his cock out of his own moth suit. He wrapped his hand around the thick shaft, lost in his private dreams of him and Carmelita.
American Maid stood on the ledge outside the living room window, watching the exchange between her two fellow crime fighters. She often wondered how Arthur could put up with the Tick and his blatant stupidity. For a moth guy, Arthur was actually pretty nice and smart. But nice and smart wasn't what she wanted tonight. Big and stupid, that was what she needed.
"Oh Tick." She called, stepping through the window. She'd worn a special uniform over here tonight, one that emphasized her full breasts, with a short skirt that barely covered anything. "I've come to keep you company tonight." She crooned.
"American Maid. Great!" He seemed happy to see her. "Do you want to go on patrol together? I can always take a nap later."
"Why don't we take a nap now. Together." She adopted a seductive pose, leaning back against the wall with her arms behind her back. This pulled her breast forward, she knew, and she aimed them right at him. "It could be lots of fun."
"Fun? Taking a nap?" Tick scratched his head, looking more clueless than usual. Maybe it was one of those female things he didn't understand. There were a lot of those, actually. "If you say so, American Maid." He answered finally. Then he smiled, blushing slightly. "Here." He offered her his pillow. "You can even use this."
"Tick!" She batted the pillow away, then pressed her body up against his, rubbing her hands across his broad chest. "Oh my, you have such wonderful muscles." She breathed, then brought her arms up and wrapped them around his neck. "Kiss me, Tick. Throw me on the ground and have your way with me!"
"American Maid!" Tick shrieked. He broke away from her, bringing his blanket up to cover his wonderful muscles. "Get a hold of yourself! Has some evil evil-doer infected your brain with his evil? What are you saying?"
She sighed, ripping away her uniform and tossing it on the broken couch. Time to get serious! "I know what I'm saying, Tick. And I know what I'm doing." She grasped one of his shaking hands, bringing it up to cover her breast. "I want you Tick. Let's do it. Here. Now!"
"EEEEK!" Tick jerked his hand back and ran to the front closet, throwing himself inside and slamming the door behind him, A loud crash followed, and the symphonic clanging on coat hangers filled the air. "Shoot!" She cried.
Arthur, hearing the commotion, leapt from his bed, hastily stuffing himself back inside his moth suit. He had just been ready to pump sweet Carmelita full of his seed when the crash had alerted him to potential trouble. It was probably the Tick breaking something else, he thought bitterly, jerking open the bedroom door. "Tick, is everything o-"
Rushing out of the room, he didn't see American Maid standing there, and he crashed into her, knocking her to the floor. For a brief moment, he thought he was being suffocated, but then he lifted his head from between the deep valley of her magnificent breasts. "American Maid!" He squeaked.
"Oh, Arthur....I..." She stammered. Her cheeks burned red as she tried to think of an explanation. He seemed as shocked as she was, his little eyes glancing from her breasts to her face then back again. Then she realized that something very hard was pressing against her thigh, and it seemed to still be growing. "Arthur?" She gasped.
"Oh, American Maid!" Both hands came up to cup her breasts, squeezing them together so he could suck on both nipples at once. Electricity shot from his tongue through her body, and she arched her back to help him. He moved from side to side, hungrily nipping and licking each breast in turn. She growled deep in her throat pressing her hands against his head to keep him where he was. "Oh Arthur!" She purred, rubbing her thigh against the bulge in his moth suit. "Is that a giant caterpillar or are you just happy to see me?"
He chuckled, his tongue tracing a trail of fire down her stomach. He French kissed her navel, making her laugh, before he moved south. Only once he let his tongue slide past her lips, tasting her quickly before moving on. She could have screamed her frustration, but his teeth were busy nibbling the inside of her left thigh, and that just felt so good....... And now... Oh Gawd! He was sucking on her toes, licking her instep, gnawing on her ankles. "Arthur, I never knew.... I never dreamed....."
"I've dreamed of this." He said hoarsely. Capturing her right foot, he treated it to he same delicious torture before moving up her long leg. "I've thought often of throwing you on a bed and licking your beautiful pussy until you screamed." So saying, he parted her lips with his fingers, then pressed his tongue flat and licked the length of her pussy, stopping to suck on her clit until she was screaming. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, and still he wasn't stopping. His tongue slid up inside her, a miniature cock that extended her orgasm until she thought she would pass out.
She was so loud, they barely heard the pathetic voice calling from the front closet. "Arthur?" Tick called. "Arthur? Is it safe to come out now? Is she gone?"
Arthur gave her swollen clit one last, hard lick, then stood up and slowly walked over to the closet. "No Tick, she's still here." He answered. As quietly as he could, he dragged a kitchen chair over and tucked it under the door knob.
"Arthur?" Tick asked again. "Is she still.... you know. Naked?" He whispered.
Arthur turned and looked at the beauty laying on the floor. His eyes caressed her full breasts, flat stomach, glistening pussy, and those shapely legs. "Oh yes, Tick Yes, she is."
"Then I'm staying in here." Tick announced.
Arthur was already moving away. "You do that chum." He called. With a groan, he opened his moth suit, his throbbing penis practically flying out. "Oh Arthur!" American Maid said, her eyes wide with surprise and delight. "That's huge! It's beautiful!"
"I think you'll find it tasty, too." He said, straddling her and bringing the swollen head to her full lips. With a seductive smile, she brought her tongue out to lick the pre-cum off, the opened her mouth wide for him enter. He obliged, happy sounds coming from his throat as she struggled to accommodate him. For a moment, he slowly fucked her mouth, fascinated by the sight of his hard cock sliding between those soft, red lips.
"This is incredible." He said, pulling his cock out of her mouth and standing up. "And I think we should explore this more later. But for now, " He grinned wickedly, "For now, I think I want you on your hands and knees."
"Oooh!" She was quick to comply, scarcely able to control her trembling at the anticipation of having that huge cock buried inside her. Deflator Mouse indeed! She felt his hands on her hips, his cock sliding up and down the inside of her thighs. "Don't torture me Arthur!" She cried.
Suddenly, he was inside of her. In and out, in and out. This was simply wild sex, no gentle lovemaking. Now was not the time for gentleness, and they both knew it. She came, at least twice, before he pulled her back hard against him, grinding his pelvic bone into her as he shot loads of cum deep inside her.
His cock was still semi hard when he pulled out of her, and she noticed and approved. "Well, American Maid." He said, with a leer. "Shall we adjourn to the bedroom and see what the rest of the night holds?"
"Oh yes!" She answered enthusiastically. He bent down and slid his hands under her and tried to lift her. "Ungh..... Ungh......."
"Oh, Arthur!" American Maid jumped up (making her breasts quiver invitingly, Arthur noticed) and swooped him into her arms. She happily carried her little moth lover into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind her.
The living room was still. Then, from the front closet, came a tiny voice calling "Arthur......."