The adventures of Buttman and Cuntwoman
Ben Dover and his wife Tracy are at church when the first attack is unleashed. Four Ganja Grenades are thrown simultaneously from four different sides of the octagonal worship hall. Thick green smoke envelopes the crowd of worshipers as they cough from too much smoke at once. Reaching for Tracy, Ben passes out.
“Are you OK, honey?”, a masked woman in pink spandex asks him, her suit covering exactly the reverse of what a bathing suit would cover, leaving her firm 32C breasts, fire engine red pussy, and muscular fine tight ass on display. He thinks he recognizes her voice. He thinks he recognizes her long red flowing hair. He knows it’s his wife, Tracy.
“Tracy?” he calls out plaintively.
“No Tracy here. I’m Cuntwoman. You’re Buttman. We’re a crime fighting duo. Yes, we are husband and wife, but the nature of our crime fighting powers requires us to sleep around. Just as with everyone else here in the Hall of the Sexual Justice League.” She says clearly, and he knows it is true. He’s sees Dickman (sheesh, he really should put that thing away before he pokes someone’s eye out), a 6’6″ lanky dude, about 180 pounds, with size 18 feet and a size 15 inch cock. Titwoman (is 36FF a real bra size?) is a latin / polynesian mix on a 5’6″, 150 pound luxury chassis, customized with long straight dark hair. Asswoman (should have been his soulmate but they broke up in college), another latin crossbreed with at least a 42C chest on a 5’4″ 180 pound very softly padded chassis and booty for days. Lezwoman (always has eyes on his wife) a dark Romanian Ashkenazi Jewish princess, checking in at a sleek 34B 5’7″ 150 pounds. Ballman (how can a nutsack hang so low yet be so big and furry?), the Scotch/English mutt with a 5’11″ frame, 180 pounds of man, and two solid tennis balls weighing a pound each in his nutsack, which he often ties around his cock for comfort. Clit Cat (how does one get a clit that big?), built on a petite 5’2″ chassis, a real knockout at 120 pounds. Clusterfuck (five military guys of indeterminate sexuality and standard equipment), of various height close to 6′, and various trim athletic figures close to 185.2734 pounds. Buttman sees the angelic Bald Virgin (able to seduce but never produce), a rare blonde with an innocent face, 5’4″ and a thin 120 pounds. Bad Ass (a reformed biker with a serious bisexual bent) sides of his head shaved with piercings enough to completely frustrate a TSA search, 6’4″ and 200 pounds more. Buttman sees the Flaming Cuckold, flouncing in his pink panties, at 6’2″ and 195 pounds just a bit too heavy to be flouncing. Then there is his wife Shameless Slut, a voluptuous goddess built on the standardized Racquel Welch / Jayne Mansfield boner approved chassis. No non-gay male could say no to her, and she always said yes to them. At 5’7″ tall enough to dominate other women, yet with 36DD breasts and a trim 150 pounds, easily spankable. There were many, many others, all well known household names. Our leader, Beaver Splitter (6’1″ 250 pounds, close relative of either George Clooney or Pierce Brosnan) takes the podium.