Narrator:

"Is this the end to the saga of our Damsels? Can we possibly be out of antiquated but very malleable Nursery Rhymes? Are our sagacious Super Hero's in the unemployment line? Who will feed the mules? And the big question...........Are mules actually jackasses incognito?"

"For the answers to these and all of your ever arising questions........Stay Tuned!"

JENNA?????? Are we done hun?

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Minds are like parachutes. They only work when they are open.

~Thomas Dewar~

Gee, Jenna and Lixy, thought you'd like to see the nice note I got from the Trojan Rubber Tree Preservation Society. Just goes to show that good works yield results.

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From: Trojan Rubber Tree Preservation Society
S.E. Asian Jungles and a Drugstore Near You

Dear Dicksbro, Super Hero ..

Just a note to thank you for cumming to our aid with your recent donation to the Trojan Rubber Tree Preservation Society (TRTPS for short).

We had encountered a rise resulting from our new "For Play" promotion and, given the ups and downs of such a program, we were in dire need of help with containment. The situation was truly climatic.

Your donation in the form of the $5 check was very generous and represented the equivalent of purchasing ten of our new, brightly colored lubricated models done in a fashionable fairy tale style. (The fairy's actual tail costs extra.)

As a token of our appreciation we're enclosing a package containing 2 reconditioned products.

Sincerely,

Fu Kin Hey
SE Asian Pres of Vice

LOL.... dicksbro... your good work ALWAYS yeilds fabulous results

I think I might be in need of your expert help again later tonight... afterall.. it is HUMP day....

No problem, Jennaflower ... glad to oblige

okay... as I expected.. I had a hell of a day... never-ending whining from custodial/non custodial parents... (i.e. "Where is MY money", "I Lose my job", "That ain't my kid", "Why'd ya take my taxes?"... etc) UGGGGG...

I would ohhhhh so enjoy some attention from the male gender... and maybe.. just maybe.. I might even reward ya PLEASE!!!!!!!!

HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG ... a cry for help is heard. Up in the sky a bright circle of light shines on the low-hanging clouds. Is it the famous Batman bat? No. It's the sign of the phallus. This can mean only one thing ... Dicksbro, Super Hero is once again being summoned by a fair damsel in distress.

Checking first his emergency supply bag ... yes ... K-Y Gel; reconditioned condoms from TRTPS; a six pack of Fosters .. a six pack ... where did that go ... how can the rescue mission go without ... okay, there's a bottle of White Zin ... that'll do.

Next, the white mesh muscle shirt; the green tights (donated by the cast of "Robin Hood-Men in Tights"); the bright yellow pouch; and the Nike air-cushioned shoes. Looking into the mirror, DSH mutters to himself ... "I've got to get a new tailor, this looks ridiculous."

No time for that now, it's to the rescue vehicle; where, after a quick run-through the car wash (Super Hero rescue vehicles must always look spiffy ); Dicksbro plugs in the fair Jennaflowers address into the autopilot and off he goes.

The crowd down below the speeding vehicle looks up in wonder ... "Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it Superman? NO ... it's a huge prick inside a hot dog bun! Huh? Oh yeah, it's Dicksbro, Super Hero!"

The shiny prick ... er ... rescue vehicle glides slowly into the parking place next to Jennaflower's location. A knock is heard at the door ... "Yes," responds Dicksbro in true Super Hero fashion.

"Hey buddy, ya' gotta move this hot dog bun with a big cock in it. Can't ya' see it's a no parkin' zone."

Moaning in disgust, Dicksbro again starts the engine and backs across the lot to a different spot.

Now, ready for action, he leaps from the car and races to JF's front door ... "I'M HERE. Where are those unruly kids and rude parents? Where are those that woulds't (more of that dang story book spelling) spoil the maid's day."

JF points to the adjoining room and DB opens the door ... "Okay, people, we've had enough. What's it to be ... you want to be sprayed with Mace? Shot with the AK-47? or, should I put you all on the premium overtime rate and start charging double for each additonal minute you're here!"

In sheer panic, the throng flees through the back entrance and soon, only JF and DB are left.

Looking at our Super Hero, JF says, "Thanks DB for coming," she says frowning after noticing the damp patch on the front of the tights and pouch. "BTW, where did you get that ridiculous costume?"

What will happen next? Will JF strip our super hero bare and force him to do many depraved and sexy deeds (oh, I like this one)? Having already stained the front of his tights, will he be able to achieve another erection and orgasm? Will he have to use Kleenex to clean up the resulting mess (where is the creativity in that)? Will he get his green tights back (they were autographed)?

Jeanna, go ahead, share what you have in store ...

NOW A PAUSE FOR A SHORT COMMERCIAL

db.......Me thinks thou haseth entirelyth tooeth mucheth timeth on thy handseth!!!!! (spell check, damn it!)

I really don't think I have enough water content left in me to pee anymore!! ROFLMFAO.....all too long!

(outta character..........db.........you have missed your calling! You have got to share this humor with the world! I haven't laughed so much in so long........ok...since the days of doing windowpane acid! That's been a longggggggggg time! And this is funnier than anything I have ever laughed at back then!)

Here we go..........

Oh woe is me! What the hell is this plum doing on my thumb? All I said to Momma is, "Oh dear Momma, I would so love to have a plum pie!" I remember Momma handing me a slice and all of a sudden I have this plum stuck here on my thumb. And what the hell does S&M mean? What time is it anyway? OMG.....My butt is killing me! Holy Moly.....that ain't no plum! Oh gawdddddd.....I need a superhero to figure this out!!!! Momma??? Am I still a good boy???

(outta character...........ok...I did say earlier I was running out of tales!) LMAO!

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Minds are like parachutes. They only work when they are open.

~Thomas Dewar~

dicksbro...

ROFL.. you had me.. the whole time.. waiting on the edge.. ready to take the plunge and pleasure you endlessly.. get on my knees and give thanks for you coming to my rescue.. by taking your cock in my mouth.. feeling it harden under the attention of my tongue...

that was until... you called me by the wrong name.. it isn't Jeanna... ROFL.. it is JENNA!!!! LOL

Today.. part of my day consisted of helping PUSH a friends car onto a car dolly.... lets just say that I would have loved for the man in green tights to have swooped down and offered me a hand.. LOL

OH NO, our lovely Jenna heard Dicksbro speak to his niece Jeanna (who was riding in the back of the Care Car). Jeanna had stepped out at the wrong time, wanting to share what she had put in storage, and when asked to share that, Jenna overheard and thought Dicksbro had mis-spelled her name. (Jenna was very perceptive having heard the silent "a" being used in saying Jeanna.)

Frustrated by this, Dicksbro complained bitterly to Jeanna, "I tolds't thou that you should have called yourself Frank ... now ... what am I to do. Thou has't sullied my reputation and the fair Jenna has turned from me."

Suddenly, the air erupted with loud wails and lamantations from Dicksbro. "Damn," Dicksbro was said to have cried, "whys't (?) do theys't plant thorn bushes so close to the parking lot where I coulds't lean against one?"

Jeanna, realizing her failure to change her name to Frank caused the confusion, apologized and promised to start the paperwork immediately to get her name changed. "Should I also-eth seek gender re-assignment?" she asked.

Moved with compassion (all super heros have that in abundance), Dicksbro said, "Nay, twill not be necessary. Unless thou goes't to yon 'Blue Oyster' bar, the name Frank should not cause thou a problem ... unless, of course, you order an ale using that silly German accent. I can hear it now, 'I'm Frank, ein stein bitta.' " People always grab their pitchforks and stuff when you do that."

Having straightened that out, Dicksbro moves quickly to find Jenna and explain this unfortunate mistake.

As Dicksbro began his search for the fair Jenna, he noticed a petite young maiden sitting on a nearby bench. Stopping in front of her, he hears her say, "Oh woe is me! What the hell is this plum doing on my thumb? All I said to Momma is, 'Oh dear Momma, I would so love to have a plum pie!' I remember Momma handing me a slice and all of a sudden I have this plum stuck here on my thumb. And what the hell does S&M mean? What time is it anyway? OMG.....My butt is killing me! Holy Moly.....that ain't no plum! Oh gawdddddd.....I need a superhero to figure this out!!!! Momma??? Am I still a good boy???"

Not wishing to leave her in such turmoil, Dicksbro responds. "Aye, young Lixy (her name was't embroi ... sewn ... on her blouse), tis true that tis no plum. Yet, it too can quencheth thy tormenting thirst," he said pointing to the abundant stain on the front of his tights. "And, thouest silly fair Lixy ... thou are not a good boy ... but, thou can surely have all the good boys thou wishes for. Especially if thy quencheth thy thirst on purple nobs like mine."

"And do not worrys't thou pretty head about the time, twill only takest thou a very few minutes to satiate thou thirst, I promiseth thee (damn it's hard to talk like that). For thou sore bottom, per chance thou woulds't like to move over a bit so thou are not sittingeth on the branch of thorns laying there on the bench. Verily, I say to you, that woulds't certainly help alleviate the pain in thou butteth."

Finally, fair maid, S&M is a question that takes much time to explain. Perhaps, once I find the fair Jenna, we can take time and really "tie" into that discussion. Here, takest thou these soft silken cords and go to my residence. Undress and position thyself on the bed with thy fair arms near the bedposts at the head of the bed and thou legs spreadeth and positioned near to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. I'll return most directly to explain all of S&M's finer points. While thou waitest, spend time 'S'avoring and 'M'editating on all thou horniest thoughts and desires."

Think alsoeth of the old saying, "Sticks and stones may break my bones ... but whips and chains excite me."

Turning his attention back to finding Jenna, Dicksbro applies his keen, super-hero insight and walks back up to her door and knocks. Soon, his eyes are captivated by the radiant glow of the beautiful Jenna making herself ready for yon shower.

His purple nob, so recently drained, suddenly responds to this vision of loveliness. "Fair Jenna," Dicksbro begins, handing Jenna a package filled with green M&M's, "forgivest me that in talking to my niece Jeanna, I woulds't have caused such great doubt and sorrow." Adding, "Fear not, the problem will soon be solved as Jeanna has her name changed to Frank. Here, accept my again rigid sword of satisfaction as a sincerest form or apology. Could any niece, soon to be named Frank, compare to thou, fair damsel. And, be confident that the next time you want something pushed into thy friend, Dolly, I will truly swoop down and offer thou my hand and my purple nob."

"Now, lettest me bathe thy tender parts with my moist tongue, and fill thou with my moist dick, and fondle thou with my moist ... er ... gentle fingers."

Removing his now sopping wet green tights, yellow pouch and mesh muscle shirt, Dicksbro proceeds to demonstrate his great concern for the lovely Jenna. (Saying "I'm sorry" can be such fun.)

Throughout the evening neighbors keep wondering, "What for is all thatest oooohing and awwwwwing?" Super heros never tell.

CAUTION ... DUE TO THE STRENUOUS NATURE OF BEING A SUPER HERO, IT IS ADVISED THAT THESE DRAMATIC RESCUE FEATS NOT BE ATTEMPTED AT HOME.

Time slipped quickly away. Finally, the lovely Jenna slipped off into slumberland, a small grin on her face, Dicksbro's now flacid cock resting in her hand.

Carefully rising up, Dickbro replaces his cock with a softly vibrating dildo marked with the shining phallus symbol and a note saying, "Hiyo Ohio, Toledo, Oh My Oh ... here I cum ... er ... came."

His clothes way too soaked to wear, Dicksbro planted a light kiss to Jenna's forehead and away he went, jumping into the door of the Care Car. "Damn," he mutters as he realizes the door was shut again.

A lone couple walking down the sidewalk looked up and Dicksbro naked and carrying his soaked clothing heard them say, "Boy am I glad he shed that costume, it looked ridiculous. Even more so dripping all that spunk!"

Staggering into the Care Car, he set the controls and soon was coming to a rest at his residence.

The lovely Lixy was positioned naked on the bed; legs and arms spread wide with the satin cords resting beside her. The moistness between her legs suggests the meditations went well and were truly savored.

Moving around the bed, Dickbro picked up the satin cords and began to secure Lixy's arms and legs to the bed posts. She never moved. Dicksbro was heard to mutter, "Dang, she really savored those meditations. Look at all those juices. Look at those pouty lips. Look at those firm nipples. Look at this boner I'm hosting."

Leaning over the foot of the bed, Dicksbro in his unflinching dedication to helping fair maidens, begins to clean the moistness from between Lixy's legs. Having no towel, he's forced to use his lips and tongue .. but that's okay, he, too, was thirsty. As his tongue probbed the soft recesses, Lixy suddenly clenched her lower muscles and woke up."

"What's happening?" she asked.

"Immm ah hott ah ongue beun helda byum ya lips ..."

"Oh (tee hee)," she chuckled and relaxed enough to free his tongue. "Oh dear me, my hands and ankles appeared to be fastened and I'm forced to just lie here naked with my legs and arms spread."

"Yes, my dearest," replied Dicksbro. "Noweth we can begin the lesson on S&M."

(OMG ... what can possibly come next???? How much spunk can one guy have??? Where are Aqua and Murphy? Doesn't DB's keyboard ever run out of ink??? Don't light emitting diodes ever fail??? So many questions ... so little time.)

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can hardly typeth...............tears streameth from my eyes!!!!!!! Oh TY my hero!!!!!!


(outta character...........I will BBL..........I have to stop laughing......it is a gut wrenching laugh....and I think the men in the white coats are coming to get me soon! Too F'ing funny db....You have got to start a new career!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

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Minds are like parachutes. They only work when they are open.

~Thomas Dewar~