Damn, and I was hoping he would make a pit stop.

Setting course for Sugarsprinkles, DB ponders how to help. All the "Woe is's" suggest significant action must be taken. Murphy needs gold; SS needs help; Dicksbro needs breakfast; tights need washing; still no Fosters (damn); VMAX pills stare ominously at DB's crotch; the Care Car needs gas and the prices are up; Lixy hasn't thought of any new fairy tails ... er ... tales, and hasn't even offered hers ...

Editors note: All you Super Hero wannabes take note. Tis not an easy life you are contemplating.

What to do? Gradually a plan is fashioned. Speaking of which, still need to talk to a tailor about another costume. Green tights and yellow pouches just are not in right now. Need something that doesn't get so cum-stained so often.

While the Care Car's autopilot guides the streaking shaft, DB works diligently at his lab table located towards the back of the vehicle near where Jeanna used to store things. (See how all these stories kind of hold together .. how every detail is important to rememeber?)

The Care Carj's thrusting and pulsating doesn't keep DB, still working diligently at his lab table, from hearing the sounds of DildoDiva's disappointment. "Alas, I must remember that plaintive cry on my return from Sugar's."

The great cock has finally arrived. Would have been sooner had it not made a brief detour to look at all the sexy sports cars at "Honest Harry's Used Car Lot." Let's face it, even cars have feelings and needs. Oil, gas, sexual release ...

The concern Sugar feels for Murphys plight is apparent as DB steps down from his carriage, yet, there appears to be a glimmer of hope. She looks down at DB's rigid rod and her natural charms poke through, helped by the sheer negligee she's wearing and the still humming dildo carried in her quivering hands.

"OMG," she says before recalling those weren't her lines. "My gosh," she tries again, "look at those tented tights! Those protruding pants. That pervasive prick."

"Dids't thou needest help?" DB asks maintaining his composure.

"Oh, sweetie," she says through a series of ragged breaths, "let me look at this more closely." Moving closer to DB, SS reaches down and begins to fondle his genitals. "Take it out! Take it out!" she cries.

Sweating profusely, DB mumbles, "Coulds't thou, fair maid. I'm struggling to keep controlleth now."

Obliging the struggling super hero, Sugar bends down and yanks the green tights down to DB's ankles. The massive hard-on sprang loose bouncing alternately against his belly and her cheeks. Reaching behind her, Sugar produces an empty ice cream container. "Jenna called earlier and told me about the french vanilla."

Not wanting to disappoint, but compelled to share the reason for his being there, attention to Murphy's plight, DB restrains Sugars grasping for his dong. "My Dearest," he began. "Does't thou haves't a larger vessel, per chance?"

"OMG (I know, wrong script)," she answered, "Jenna was right, this is amazing!" She reaches back and produces a gallon container.

Using his powerful control, DB releases a flood or product from his loins into the container.

Sugar backs up ... eyes wide ... "OMG. It's golden! It's really golden!"

"Aye lass, thou speakest of Murphy's need for gold to satisfy the evil Telephone villan."

"But, but ..." Sugar stammers ... "but, golden cum?" There was a strong sense of disbelief in her words.

The prodigious flow now subsiding, DB shakes his monster meat while continuing ... "Yes, my lady, my createth mind worked feverishly on this adaptation for the VMAX wonder pill. Now, take this bucket to the Telephone villan and give it to him. His surprize will no doubt be more than most can imagine (how often have you been handed a gallon of golden jizz) and while the shocketh stuns him, flippeth the button on the right and restoreth Murphy's phone."

Amazing stuff isn't this. Sugar sat back spellbound. "Golden cum, golden cum ... OMG ... golden cum."

While she sat there in stunned silence, DB takes the quart and fills it as well, "My lady, think of this cup and remember me. After all, this bod's for you (in the background the soft sounds of a famous beer commercial begin to play)."

As DB turns to leave, he makes a parting comment ... "By the way Sugar, this has a butterscotch flavor. Hiyo, Ohio, Toledo, O My O."

Reascending the steps of the Care Car DB thinks to himself how wonderful it is to be a super hero, "Fair maid is still speechless. No doubt surprized by the ingenuity of her super hero. Now, DildoDiva, HERE I CUM!"

Oh Alas! Myne Heroic...um...hero...is coming to save me from my...um....evil, frigid stepmother and stepsisters...yeah...okay. I musteth calleth upon thyne Fairy Godmother to maketh him a new outfit because hisith tights and patch are justeth not only a fashion catastrophy-eth, but they could be used as ninja-eth weapons at this point from the crustiness of all that golden jizz-eth. Maybe-eth.....Armani?

Sensing a twitching twat ... crusin' to a clenching clit ... the super hero speeds forward. This is serious ... no fair damsel should ever be put in position where her clit convulses without the presence of a ... well ... convulsor? Oh, heck, cock.

DildoDiva's house appears suddenly on the horizon. Shingles are vibrating to the point even little sparrows fear to land. The smoke from the chimney puffs rhymically.

Our super hero ponders the meaning of the smokey signals. "Appears to be Apache. Let's see, me wantum willing cock. Could be. Navaho, clit wants tender kiss." After three more translations DB becomes sensitive to the fact the international native american smoke signal language of horny damsels (INASSLOHD) is being used. "Boy, you just don't see that everyday," DB mutters to himself failing to used all the thou arts and whateth evers.

Bringing the shining phallus to a soft landing (soft not flacid), DB steps down and runs to the door. Looking back at the Care Car for a moment, DB is surprised by how soft DildoDiva's door is as he starts knocking. Turning back around, the reason his clear. She's opened the door and he's knocking on her knockers.

"Ooopest."

Continuing, "Where is that itchy clit? Where is that forelorn tunnel of love? Where is it that DildoDiva needs attention?"

"Oh, come on, DB," DildoDiva replies, "you don't know where those things are?"

Realizing he misspoke, DB quickly corrects himself, "What I meanteth twas woulds't thou likest to lie back and be ministered to?"

Being very sensitive, DD sheepishly grabs Dicksbro by his cock and leads him to her bedroom. "Strip off thy ridiculous green tights and yellow pouch and let me ponder that meaty manhood," DD tells the super hero.

With her hands firmly attached to his balls, DB figures this is not the time to question.

"Yes, mamm," he replies.

"When we've finished, I have a surprise for you DB!"

"A SURPRISE?"

"Yes! I think you'll like it."

Loving surprizes, DB quickly takes the fair DD into his arms and lays her back across the bed. Tenderly removing her panties, he begins to minister to her lovelorn privates.

"OMG," she starts to mutter.

(Dang, I really need a new scriptwriter. This 'OMG' stuff is getting old. Self ... I says ... CUT IT OUT.)

"Oh, golly gee willikers," she starts to mutter.

"How does't this feelith," DB asks, gently sucking on the swollen clit.

"Oh, golly gee willikers!"

"And how does't this feelith," DB asks asks using his free hand to apply pressure to her firm pubic mound.

"Oh, golly gee willikers!"

"And how doe't this feelith," our super hero asks reaching up and tweeking the lucious nipples on her ample breasts.

"Oh, golly gee willikers!"

"TIME OUT. Can't you say anything but 'Oh, golly gee willikers!' "

"Yeah, sorry. I was so into OMG that I just hadn't thought hard about an alternative."

"Okay, TIME IN ... ith." DB raises up and brings the moist head of his firm penis closer and closer to her waiting orifice.

"Is thisith whatith you hadith in mindith?"

"Huh?

"Did you want me to stick this in?"

"Oh, yeah. Already the itching is subsiding and no doubt this will help. But," she pauses and questions in a soft voice, "woulds't that stain my pristine reputation."

"Fear not, milady, this is for medicinal purposes only."

"Oh, well thank heavens." DD replied.

With that the penetration proceeded. The undulating motions of two bodies pressing together with feverish anticipation of the climatic moment. Soon, unable to constrain further their bodily demands, the two shouted out together ...

"PRALINES AND CREAM!"

(Not all of you will recognize the origins of this expression, but, suffice it to say, those in closest communication in the chat room have learned these mystical things.)

Soon, it's time to part. True to her promise, DB will no longer wear the trademark green autographed tights or the yellow pouch. Now, he stands proud in the white tights and purple pouch with the new muscle shirt reading "DB" in large letters.

MY GOODNESS, isn't that wonderful! Thanks DD.

Oh, WOE IS ME!! Our SuperHero has cum and gone leaving his tights behind....and leaving his tight behind exposeth'd to the elements!! "Be careful not to sitteth on any cold seats!!" the Fair SugarSprinkles calls after him.

OH WOE IS ME!! I needeth Golden COIN , not Golden Cum!! I tooketh the gallon of Golden Cum to the Telephone Villian. The Villian looketh't at it and asketh't
"What the hell is this?? And how the fuck do you think this will pay a phone bill?"

I began to wail "OH WOE IS ME!! MY superhero, DICKSPRO generously gaveth all this wonderous Golden Cum unto me so that I mightest bring it to thou to payeth Sir Murphy of MO's telephone bill. And now thou refuseth to accepteth it!! What's a poor Damsel to do??"

The Telephone Villian replied "First of all, quit talking in that stupid Fairy Tale talk!! Nobody talks that way anymore, especially out here in these hills! Next, get you ass outta here with that damn bucket of cum...........and bring us 10 Barrells of Golden COIN ! And don't cum, err...come back without it!"

SugarSprinkles begins to weep and wail (that's Fairy tale talk for bitch and moan). "What oh what am I to do??? I can not payeth Sir Murphy's telephone bill! The Telephone Villian will not accepteth Superhero Golden cum. Yea verily, I must continue to doeth without visiting with Sir Murphy online! I do so misseth his wonderful e-male..uhh e-mail. And on top of that, my hormones rageth out of control!! I am over-sexeth'd and under-loveth'd!! I NEEDETH some serious SEX here!!! Where oh where is a SuperHero without his tights when I needeth him??? OH WOE IS ME!! WOE IS ME!!!"

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OH woe is me...(good gawd I am tired of that too!).....Oh woe is me.........I can see that my superhero is oh so busy these days! Whatever will I do? I am juggling these balls for what seems like days now (OK....I ran outta nursery rhymes.....shaddup! damn it!) My arms are oh so tired but I was told if I stop tossing them.......then the bus will surely blow to smitherines! (Hmmmmmmmmm.....sound familiar?) I can't let this bus blow up! It has great sentimental value to me (as I lost my virginity on it when I was 14.....right here in this back seat!). How long must a girl juggle balls anyway? I am a pathetic juggler....or is that juggleler? I can barely carry a tune inna bucket let alone keep three or more balls in the air! And BTW.........who's balls are these anyway? Oh, no matter.........I just know I am in need of a superhero pretty f'ing soon!

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BTW.......ROFLMFAO Sugarsprinkles!!!!!!

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SS and Lixychix: ROTFLMAO and LSHIPMP!

From the Ozark hills come that familiar cry of "WOAH MULE, WHOA MULE" *WHAM!* "WHEN I SAYS WOAH I MEANS WOAH!"

Leaving his broken baseball bat balanced between the dazed mules ears, our hero strides toward the damsels...."Fear not I'LL save y'all"....and sizing up the situation he takes The bucket of golden cum from sugarsprinkles and holding her hand they enter Lixy's bus, where he sets the bucket down, deftly catches the juggling balls from Lixy and drops them one at a time into the bucket. Setting Sugarsprinkles on the seat next to Lixy, and standing fully erect he declares "Now that that's taken care of, how else may I help you laides?"

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The best thing about taking a vacation, is all the heartfelt huggs received upon your return. - Murphy

"The more you love, the more you CAN love. There's no limit to how much you can love - or how many" Lazarus Long in "Time Enough for Love" - Robert A. Heinlein

Murphy!!!!!!!!!...............oooooooommmmmmmmmggg ggggggggg!

My hero!

OK...I'll bite.......what is LSHIPMP? I have to ask these things.......lessen you could be rogering me roundly and I don't know it! A girl has to know........is it it or not???????!!!!!

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Murphy, owe you thanks. Wasn't sure what to do with that bucket LMAO. Really struggling with the coins. Must be time for a new super hero to take over for a bit.

(Plus, the Care Car needs an overhaul )

Lixy...it means Laughing So Hard I'm Peeing My Pants!!





Sorry to have messed the story up for you dicksbro.... Wasn't trying to give you something too difficult to follow up on, but I guess that's exactly what I did...OOOoops!

Don't know if Murphy will be able to help out much. His internet opportunities are far and few between, these days.

Perhaps there's a "Good Fairy" out there that can cast a spell and change the Golden Cum to Golden Coin.....

Calling all Good Fairies!! Or Fairy Godmothers!! Or even a Fairy Godfather............yeah a Fairy Godfather who'll make the Evil Telephone Villain an offer he can't refuse....LOL.....

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My Stories:
Dream Date
Just Desserts
Internet Lovers Meet - Part 1
Internet Lovers Meet - Part 2
Internet Lovers Meet - Part 3
RAVISHED!!
My Birthday - A Fantasy

Sugarsprinkles, you didn't mess up the story or anything. Think I was starting to run low on good new ideas. Hmmmm. Maybe once the Care Car gets overhauled

Just checking in to see how the Care Car's overhaul is coming along? Doncha just hate when the garage takes forever to even look at the damn car......not to mention how long they take to finally fix it....after the parts they had to order from the manufacturer finally arrive three weeks after they promised you'd have the car back?.

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My Stories:
Dream Date
Just Desserts
Internet Lovers Meet - Part 1
Internet Lovers Meet - Part 2
Internet Lovers Meet - Part 3
RAVISHED!!
My Birthday - A Fantasy

LMAO...

Actually, timing for repairs is great ... got to report for Jury Duty this morning and not sure if I'll be selected or not. If I am, I might be out of business for a bit anyway. Maybe the cases will give me new ideas

Maybe I can help the judge.

Maybe the attorney's will want my unique perspective.

I wonder if the courts can survive this?

In any case, gives time to get the parts in and the car to get fixed

Thanks ... and I will return ...

Hiyo, Ohio, Toledo, O My O ...