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.