Why Fight Crime When We Can Fuck

"Glamorous Grace! Watch out for his blades!" I yelled out. Taking a nearby pipe, Grace jumped into the air with the intention to slam it down on The Carver, the dangerous villain we were currently engaged in combat with. However, our opponent saw this coming and raised his arms to counter her attack. When the pipe came slamming down on him, the metal was instantly shredded by the rotating blades on his wrist guards. The Carver took a swipe at Glamorous Grace, who flipped out of the way, just narrowly avoiding getting shredded herself.

"Everything we throw at him gets dismantled by those blades. Worst, he's starting to go on the offensive. If we don't think of something quick, we're going to get diced up," Vigilant Vixen commented. I knew she was right. Our team of six heroines was highly trained, but none of us had any actual powers. Still, we've been fighting together for almost three years and have yet to lose a fight. As the leader of this team, it was my responsibility to guide us to victory.

"We need something to gum up his blades. Boundless Beauty, any ideas what we could use?" I asked. Beauty was the smartest on the team and who I often looked to for creative solutions. She surveyed the alley we were fighting in, which was trashed with flipped cars, scrap metal, and abandoned deliveries for the nearby shops.

"I got it! If we mix flour from those bakery supplies with motor oil from the cars, we can create a suspension that will do the trick," Beauty replied excitedly.

"Get on it. Dynamic Damsel, go help her. Let's see if all that rowing you do in the mornings can help get that mixture done fast," I said. Damsel was the most fitness-focused of the group. She was constantly trying to improve herself, driven by her fierce competitiveness.

"Glamorous Grace, you and I are going to keep this thing busy in the meantime. Stay on the defensive, but keep its attention on us," I shouted to my teammate. Grace could be hot-headed, and thus, this was the perfect task for her. But while her temper could be an issue, her loyalty to her friends was rock solid. She would die defending us, but I would make sure it never came to that. "Vixen. There are still people trapped in the cars. Get them out of there," I commanded. Vixen was off towards them in an instant. She never needed to be told more than once what to do. Honest to a fault, and had more integrity than anyone. Vixen was the definition of trustworthy.

All of us focused on our task, and we successfully kept the villain concentrated on us. Using more scrap metal, we kept him busy shredding whatever we threw at him, but kept our distance. "It's ready," Beauty declared.

She handed me a bucket filled with a black, tar-like liquid. If we got this on his blades, The Carver's dicing days would be over. Together, Damsel, Vixen, Beauty, Grace, and I attacked him. I got in closer and closer while my teammates continuously tried to keep him off balance.

Finally, judging that I had closed the gap sufficiently, I attempted to throw the bucket onto him, but just before I could do so, The Carver reached out and grabbed me, causing the oil mixture to spill onto the ground. "Do you think I'm deaf or an idiot, Legendary Lady?" He held me inches away from his face while the blades in his other arm twirled menacingly. The other four girls held back as I was now effectively his hostage.

"You yelled out the entirety of your dumb plan with earshot of me. Did you think I would just stand here and let it happen?" he mocked.

"I didn't yell out all of the parts. Now Maiden!" I used my legs to launch myself away from him while the sixth member of our team, Magnificent Maiden, descended from the dimly lit fire escape above us. Maiden was the shy, quiet member of our team, but also the stealthiest. Little known to The Carver, Beauty had made two batches of her oily mixture, with the second going to Maiden. My batch was never intended to reach the villain. Maiden threw the contents of her bucket all over The Carver's blades before he even realized she was there. A terrible screeching noise filled the alley as his mechanized blades ground to a halt. As the villain desperately tried to remove the material and get his primary weapon working again, the six of us descended onto the now frightened man.

Five minutes later, his bladed cuffs lay scattered in pieces, and The Carver sat in a police car, cuffed and waiting for his transport to jail. "He could have done a lot of damage today, girls. Thank you for your help taking him down," a police officer said to us as we gathered around him.

"It's why we are here, sir. We can't replace the critical role you officers play in our city, but at the very least, we can help address the biggest dangers. Don't hesitate to call," I replied, speaking for the team as I normally did. He gave us a thankful nod and went on with his work.

"That was awesome, girls! We should go out and celebrate. Hit the town, maybe do some dancing," Damsel suggested.

"That's not how we operate. This life we chose means we can't be seen doing such carnal activities. We should go back, rest, and prepare for the next day," I said, ending this idea before it could take root. When we formed this team, I made it clear that, in addition to maintaining peak physical shape, we also needed to uphold our moral integrity. That meant we couldn't go on dates with strange men, show off our bodies, or engage in many social activities. It's not that we couldn't have any relationships. Vixen has had a long-time boyfriend, whom we all supported. However, she has remained pure throughout their relationship. No sexual conduct at all until they marry. All of us had resisted the urge to engage in any such acts. We were as pure as we were passionate about justice.

Damsel was disappointed but agreed, and we headed back to our base, which was hidden in an abandoned warehouse at the edge of the city. At this base we lived and trained. We have all dedicated our lives to this heroic team, and as such, none of us attended school or had required jobs. The funding we do need is acquired through small donations from the community.

That all being said, we do not utilize our superhero personas at all times. We, of course, will head out into the community to address food and other needs, as well as engage in peaceful recreational activities. We all have civilian identities that we adopt during such outings. Identities that we strive to keep secret, else we would be compromised and unable to live peaceful lives outside of heroing. I, for example, am really Hazel, a plain-looking, albeit curvy girl in her early twenties. However, while in the base, we continued to talk to each other with our hero names.

The six of us, upon making it back to the base, changed out of our hero costumes in our prep room. Our costumes were made of spandex, covering our entire body. Each of us wore a unique color scheme. Outside of our faces, which were covered in masks, we showed no skin. We weren't looking to attract male attention, and thus we dressed practically and conservatively.

"There's a documentary about the history of cement showing at the theater later today. I'm going to check it out. Anyone want to join me?" Beauty asked as she finished changing.

"Holy cow, does that sound not appealing. I'm going to read a book and maybe chat with Bret over the phone," Vixen replied. Most of us had finished changing into our civilian clothes and started heading out. Damsel and Grace, however, lingered and took their time changing, as if they were distracted. But I didn't think anything of it and went on my way.

A minute later, I realized I had left my phone in my locker, so I headed back to retrieve it. Walking back in, I was met with the sight of Damsel and Grace kissing in their underwear. Hearing me walk in, they immediately withdrew and looked away. Their cheeks were red, and their eyes were wide with embarrassment.

"What... why were you guys kissing?" I asked in shock. Neither girl responded nor even looked me in the face. "We can't be doing things like this. We are looked at with reverence in the community. We can't be seen as sexual deviants. That's why we made the rule against having casual interactions with men. I didn't realize we needed to extend that rule to among ourselves," I said, working myself up in anger.

"We aren't... doing anything. It was a one-time thing just to try," Damsel protested.

"It won't happen again," Grace added. My mind swirled with questions about how this came up in the first place. I truly hope they were telling the truth about this being the only time. If people thought all of us were... it would be bad for our reputation and collaboration with city officials.

"Good," I said, getting my phone and leaving. I had no desire to further dig into the incident.

My phone indicated that the team's social media had a new posting. My philosophy with social media was to use it to be transparent with the city about our actions and what we stood for. All team members were free to post, but they needed to keep our moral values in mind when doing so. I saw that Beauty had posted. However, I wasn't happy with what I saw.

She had posted a selfie of herself, in costume, of course, looking at the camera and making a kissing face. In the short time this post had been up, the community had already extensively commented on it. Most of these were themed around telling her how attractive she looked. Worse, Beauty was replying to the comments with what I would consider flirty messages.

'Thank you! You are a cutie yourself.'

'I'm so glad you think so. You're body is equally rocking!'

'I'd like that!'

The last reply was to a comment stating they would love to get to know her better. None of this was acceptable. I needed to correct this.

Marching around the base, I found her resting on a couch, phone

in hand. "Beauty! What is this junk you are posting on our social media page? You can't be using it to flirt with guys, not that you should be doing that in any manner," I yelled.

"What? All I did was post a picture of myself and reply to the compliments. It's the nice thing to do," she said defensively.

"It's also the slutty thing to do. Is that what we are now? A team of sluts? No! Take the post down and consider your posting privileges revoked for the rest of the day," I said firmly. Beauty complained, but I left the room, making my decision final. Several minutes later, I was happy to see she complied.

Sometimes being the leader is a thankless job. My teammates can think of me as the no-fun, spoilsport, but I'm the only thing keeping us in operation. We are a vigilante hero team operating with no actual authority. If they wanted to, the police could arrest us on the spot. However, thanks to me, we have a great relationship with the city's leaders. If we are perceived as degenerates, everything changes, and the good work we do comes to a halt. That means no casual dating, no flirting, and especially no...

"Oh God! What the heck, Maiden!" Walking into the supply room, I was met with the unwelcome view of Magnificent Madien naked from the waist down with several of her fingers inserted into her womanhood.

"Lady! I was... I wasn't... I don't...," she said, instantly standing up and trying to cover her nudity. Despite my lack of sexual experience, I was no fool. Her heavy breathing, red face, and moisture on her fingers. It all made clear what was happening.

"This base is not your personal masturbation building. We are heroes, pillars of the community. We don't engage in such acts. Am I clear?" I said to her firmly.

"Yes, Lady... it won't happen again," Maiden said, looking down in shame.

"I know it won't. Now get dressed. I won't have you prancing around like a whore."

I stormed out of the room, forgetting why I even entered in the first place. Despite our victory, today was proving to be a day of frustration, one after another. In the hallway, I found Vigilant Vixen. "Vixen, good. Get back to your gear. You and I are going out on patrol," I told her firmly.

"But I was going to call Bret and... yes ma'am," she said, understanding mid-sentence that I wasn't asking but rather giving her an order. The best thing to do when you are feeling off is to go out and do some good. At least that's a lesson I have tried to impart on these girls. I feel sexual desires too, but you won't ever find me degrading myself at the base or anywhere.

Thirty minutes later, Vixen and I were jumping from rooftop to rooftop, scanning the streets and alleys below for trouble. As usual, I was laser-focused on the mission and quickly found someone getting attacked. Five thugs had a skinny guy surrounded and were threatening him with a knife. Looked like a classic mugging. Vixen and I didn't need to exchange any words before we sprang into action. I landed on the largest of the attackers, knocking him to the ground. Ducking down, I did a leg sweep, knocking a second man off his feet. I launched myself into the air and brought my leg down hard on him. Vixen had similarly taken two out of action as well. The fifth perpetrator, seeing his buddies fall in mere seconds, made a break for it. I casually got up and picked up a nearby bottle. With him twenty yards away, I launched the glass container. It hit him square in the head, making him join the others in unconsciousness.

Vixen took to seeing after the victim. This was always a strength of hers. She had a deep concern for the feelings of others, and doubly so for those who had suffered. "You poor man, are you okay?" she said, helping him to his feet.

"I think so. If you hadn't come along...," he started to say.

"Don't even think about that. The important thing is you are safe and you don't look seriously hurt. Especially that handsome face of yours," Vixen said, staring at him. I gave my teammate a look. That was an odd comment, but I suppose she is the comforter of the team. Rubbing his arm, she made further remarks about his appearance. "It's no wonder it took five of them to attack you. You got a tight, toned body there."

"Vixen...," I said, trying to caution her from making a fool of herself.

"Thanks," the man said, ignoring me. "You look great yourself. More than great, even."

"Oh, stop it, you. I wish I had half the charm you do," Vixen said, blushing. What was going on here?

"Maybe we should get together and I really show off my charms," he said, putting his hands on her hips.

"I'd like that. I'll probably end up showing off a lot more than just my charms..."

"That's enough. Vixen, we are going now. Good day, citizen," I yelled and practically dragged my teammate out of the alley.

"What the hell, Lady? That was really rude. He was a victim and needed our help," Vixen complained after we got back onto the rooftops.

"Yes, he was. The issue is you forgot that you are a hero, not a prostitute. End up showing off a lot more? What were you implying there?" I said angrily.

"Nothing! It was friendly banter to calm him down, and it was working. What is your problem, Lady?"

"My problem is that you and the rest of the team are letting obscene feelings drive your actions. Do you think Bret would have enjoyed seeing his innocent girlfriend practically inviting a stranger to see her naked?"

"I wasn't... let's just go back to base," Vixen said, looking defeated. I took that as a sign I had made my point, and the journey back was done in silence.

Back at base, it was getting late, and I had little desire to be around my teammates anymore today, given how much they had disappointed me. I went to sleep early and woke up feeling refreshed, having put the events of the previous day behind me. After a morning jog, I cleaned up and got ready for our daily briefing. However, at the meeting start time, Damsel and Grace were both missing. With no one able to explain where they could be, I annoyingly set off to find what was delaying them. Entering one of their rooms, I quickly understood what was occupying them.

Both girls were on the bed together in their underwear, deeply kissing. Damsel's hands were planted firmly on the breasts of Grace, whose own hands were exploring the outside of her teammate's crotch. They hadn't heard me come in, and I lingered for a moment, watching what was unfolding before me. I shook my head then made clear my immense disapproval, yet again, at this inappropriate behavior.

"Are you kidding me! You're late to the briefing because you two are so horny you can't keep your hands off of each other! We are supposed to be like sisters to each other, and I don't know what twisted family you were raised in, but this is not sisterly behavior!"

My startling voice caused both women to shoot up, and my eyes were immediately drawn to the obvious wet spots on both of their crotches. "You said this wouldn't happen again," I reminded them.

"Sorry, Lady. We didn't mean for it to, but... well, you know...," Damsel tried to explain.

"That you are acting like dogs in heat? Is that what I'm supposed to know? We are heroes. And heroes don't fuck each other. What kind of message would that be sending to young girls if they saw you acting like this? This is my last warning. If it happens again, I'll be forced to take action. And you don't want that. Now get dressed and get to the damn briefing."

I slammed the door and stomped away. Truthfully, I didn't know what action I would take, but I was sure I had sufficiently scared them into never letting this happen again. Why were they doing this, anyhow? This is why we are a team of all girls, to eliminate the possibility of any sexual misconduct between teammates. I mean, I know lesbians exist. I'm not that ignorant. But Damsel and Grace can't be gay, right? But if they were homosexual, then what were they touching each other for? What does that feel like? No! It didn't matter because it wasn't something I or any of us would be engaging in.

Finally, the two of them joined us, and I saved them the humiliation of announcing to the group what they had been doing. They look embarrassed enough arriving late and kept the rest of us waiting. I announced that we would be patrolling in two groups of two for today. Damsel would stay back at the base and listen to the police radio. I would team up with Maiden while Beauty and Grace would take the other patrol. There was no way I was putting Damsel and Grace in the same group again for a long time.

"So if I don't have an assignment today, then I'm going to go meet up with a friend for coffee," Vixen announced. I approved, as I try to give the girls days off on occasion. Maiden and I suited up and headed out into the city, ready to do what we did best.

The two of us headed to a rooftop at a street corner I like to keep an eye on. That morning, things were quiet, but that could change without warning. "So why were Damsel and Grace late today?" Maiden asked, trying to fight boredom.

"They were... It's not important. It won't happen again," I said, choosing again not to reveal the truth.

"Oh, I get it. Yeah, those two really can't get enough of each other. At least they are saving us money on water for showers," she remarked with a giggle.

"Wait. What does that mean?" I asked, turning to face her. Maiden's face turned to panic as she looked like she regretted her comment.

"No. It's just. Wait, is that Vixen?" she said, pointing to a couple on the sidewalk.

I intended to return to her comment, but looking where she was pointing, I confirmed it was Vixen, albeit in her civilian clothes. But she was with a guy, and they were holding hands. "That's not her boyfriend, Bret. Who is she with, and why are they holding hands?" I questioned.

"That's probably the friend she

said she was meeting. Sometimes friends hold hands," Maiden said, as if she were defending her actions.

"Something's up. I don't like this. We're going to follow them."

"Lady, I don't think we...,"

"That wasn't a question. We are following her. For all we know, that guy could be a villain. Maybe she's a hostage." But we both knew that wasn't true. Vixen was smiling, laughing, and kept touching him with her free hand. I wasn't worried about what he would do. It was what Vixen might do.

We stayed on the rooftops where we would be unseen. They walked two blocks down until they entered an apartment building. "We should get back to the corner, Lady. It looks like Vixen isn't in trouble," Maiden said.

"It looks like they went into a place on the fourth floor. If we jump over to the other side of the street, we can see into the window of the place. Let's go," I said before running off.

"Lady!" Maiden said, continuing to complain. Maneuvering into position took some time, but finally, I approached an area where we could see what Vixen and this mysterious guy were doing alone. What I saw made me freeze up.

Vixen was on her knees and had the entire length of this man's cock in her mouth. Her head thrusted in and out rapidly as she ran her lips along his shaft. She was blowing this stranger. She was cheating on her boyfriend and betraying our code of conduct. And for what? To experience having a dick in your mouth? "We should go. It's not right for us to watch this, Maiden said, urging me to leave.

"No! I... need to see this," I replied. Vixen's eyes were directed upward towards the man the entire time. I saw no hint that she was doing this against her will, but rather seemed to be exceptionally into it. One of her hands gently massaged his testicles while her other ran along his hips, back, and ass cheeks.

Does a man's cock have a taste? I know they will frequently release pre-cum during sexual stimulation, does that have an appealing taste? Man, she is vigorously sucking him. It was then that she released the penis and started licking up and down his full length. A length, I could now see entirely. Unlike Vixen, the apparent whore, I had never seen a dick in real life. Until now, that was. He had to be no less than eight inches in length. Is that an average length of a penis or smaller? How is that intended to ever fit inside my vagina? Not that I am thinking about that, of course.

Vixen continued to lick and kiss his manhood. Her smiles and enthusiasm all but confirmed to me that she had voluntarily gotten herself into this position. "Lady. This isn't right. We should go," Maiden called to me. She had walked away to the edge of the roof. I waved my hand dismissively at her. I needed to see just how much shame my teammate was going to bring upon herself. Just as I wondered how long this oral act could go down, the man's cock exploded out cum. It sprayed onto Vixen's face and chest, all while she continued to stimulate it. Once completed, she got to work licking up what she could reach with her tongue while this stranger caressed her hair.

A minute later, with the cum mostly removed and the man back into an un-erect state, Vixen left the apartment alone and I snapped back into reality as well. "We... should get going," I said to my partner. "Actually, maybe I'll go patrolling on my own. I'll connect with the other patrol team and see if they need help. We'll meet back up later," I said to my partner. Maiden seemed distracted but nodded in agreement. I then ran off in the direction that Beauty and Grace would be stationed.

My mind was filled with anger and confusion about what I had just watched. Vixen has a boyfriend. A boyfriend whom she spent a long time convincing me to allow her to keep. Given how innocent their relationship had proven to be, I had come to truly feel like allowing her to see him was the right call. They had not yet even kissed and might not until they were married, which I admired her for. But all of that was getting tossed aside so she could suck on some well-endowed hot guy's cock? I hope the experience of feeling his hot, salty cum explode onto your face was worth the betrayal, Vixen. And why do I feel so warm all of a sudden?

My thoughts were cut short as I had finally found Beauty and Grace. I was relieved to see them acting like proper heroes. In the alley below the rooftop I was on, both heroes were engaging in combat with a group of unsavory-looking men. On the ground nearby was a man cowering, and I surmised that he was probably the victim of an attack, just like the situation Vixen and I had broken up yesterday. I kept my presence hidden, as this was an opportunity for me to observe my teammates' fighting skills, and they didn't disappoint. The men weren't even getting close to landing an attack, despite there being eight of them. Both heroines were in a constant state of motion, using their speed to keep the men off balance and prevent them from regrouping. When openings arose, they took advantage and knocked out an attacker. Over the next minute, they whittled down their numbers until there were only two left. With their single advantage now gone, the last remaining couple were taken down in a simultaneous attack by Beauty and Grace. I was bursting with pride after seeing that flawless victory.

"Are you alright, sir?" Grace asked the man, still cowering with the group.

"They were going to kill me," he yelled out in panic. Beauty extended out a hand, but he flinched away instead. We see this sometimes. Despite being safe now, the shock of the attack can linger and cause even the toughest individuals to go into a panicked state. Getting them to calm down can be challenging, but it is essential to do so. They risk taking rash action and hurting themselves or others.

Beauty and Grace stood there for a moment, thinking. Grace then smiled and whispered something in her teammate's ear. Beauty initially leaned away with a shocked face, but then smiled and nodded. What were they doing?

"I understand you feel scared and vulnerable right now, sir. But how do you feel after seeing these?" Grace asked. Both women then slipped the tops of their uniforms off their shoulders and down to their waste, revealing their naked tits. I think I didn't breathe for half a minute due to the shock at what I was seeing. My teammates, who were supposed to be symbols of purity, were showing this man their nude chests. Both women were ample in this area, as were we all. I didn't like to speculate on such things, but they were at least c-cups. But that didn't matter. Our bodies were to be used as weapons against evil, but for the sexual enjoyment of men or anyone.

However, it was having the intended effect as the man's demeanor quickly changed to one of calm. Well, he was excited for different reasons now. "Holy cow, you two are beautiful. Thank you for saving me and for...,"

"Showing you our awesome tits," Beauty said, completing his sentence. Both girls laughed as the man nodded, his eyes locked on their bare nipples. I waited for them to hide their shame, hoping this was a momentary lapse in judgment that they would quickly regret and seek atonement for. But instead, they went in the very opposite direction.

"What are you waiting for, big guy? You've got two hot heroines exposing themselves to you. Get those hands in there," Beauty said.

"Beauty!" Grace exclaimed in shock. "You naughty heroine! But she's right, you know. This is your chance to experience what no man has before," she added, giving her approval. The man didn't wait for a second invitation, and he put one hand on the chest of both girls. It wasn't enough that they gave free looks of their bodies, now they are allowing themselves to be groped? Both girls gasped at the feeling of their breasts being felt by another person for the first time ever. Let alone a man whose name they didn't know outside in an alleyway. The knocked-out men still surrounded them.

"Oh fuck that feels pretty good," Grace said. I almost instinctively made my presence known to express my anger at her use of foul language, but given the situation, I think that would be a minor point. I elected to stay hidden and observe the situation. Over the next minute the three of them stood in silence as his hands went back and forth between the large tits on display for him. He got more daring and started pinching nipples, and even started kissing and licking their chest. Both heroines offered no resistance and let out small moans as he took things further with them.

"We... we should stop this," Beauty said. My heart was beating hard at this point, but I was glad that she had finally regained some sense. "It would be wrong for us not to return the pleasure you've given us. I can see you are excited," she added, looking down at the bulge in the man's pants.

No, I thought. She can't be thinking that's a good idea. Surely, Grace will remind her of their moral code. "I think that cock would fit real good between my tits," Grace said, almost as if she were purposely going against what I was thinking.

Both costumed heroines got on their knees and started unbuckling his pants. I shifted my position to get a better view, not that I had a sexual desire to see another dick today. But I needed to see just how far my teammates were taking things. He wasn't as large as the man Vixen had pleasured, but it was still crazy to imagine him fitting inside me. I thought back to the volume of cum that first made had spewed and if my pussy could hold all of that liquid or if it would squirt out in the process. But that didn't matter, I quickly told myself as I shook my head. I needed to stay focused on the the here and now which was now involving Grace rubbing the man's penis with her tits, up and down. Beauty leaned in and licked his tip while her teammate continued her mammary stimulation.

Their coordination was impressive, if only they weren't doing such a shameful act.

"Oh shit you ladies are amazing. You must do this a lot. I had no idea you heroines were so sexually adventurous," he said as his breathing increased.

"I've never done anything like this. You are the first cock I've ever touched or tasted," Grace said in reply.

"Me too, and I can't believe I haven't done this before. Your dick is fantastic," Beauty added. That was a relief to hear, at least. I worried they may have been engaging in his behavior for months behind my back. But what prompted them to start such acts now? I shifted the bottom half of my suit as I watched on.

The girls switched things up and allowed Beauty to have a turn feeling an erect penis rub between her tits. Both girls' breasts had become noticeably shiny from the pre-cum. The man's face showed his sexual agony until he couldn't take any more. He pulled away from the heroine's tits and then directed his cock to spray both of their faces with his cum. In response, both girls open their mouths to invite the potent liquid in. The spray proved wild and got on their mask-covered faces as well as their mouths, but it appeared as if both girls got sufficient volume to adequately taste it.

"God, that was awesome. Thanks for that, mister," Grace said, standing up and finally covering her nudity. They started cleaning themselves up, with the two helping the other with any cum they missed. The man stood silently, a look of disbelief on his face, as if he couldn't believe what had happened. I had a similar feeling to his. This behavior couldn't be tolerated. But now wasn't the time to confront them. Not in an alley littered with what I hoped were still unconscious crooks. I jumped away to seek Maiden and return to the base, where I could address this sudden lapse in morality among all of the girls.

The images of those erect and orgasming cocks consumed my thoughts as I jumped onto the building where I left Maiden. My teammates were acting like horny teenagers just discovering their bodies. It was pathetic and I...

"Oh god damn it Maiden," I yelled out. I found her laying on the rooftop fully naked and vigorously fingering herself while using her free hand to squeeze her tit.

"Oh my gosh! Lady! I didn't think you would be back already," she said, jumping up and looking around herself while trying to keep her nudity covered.

After watching her head dart back and forth in a panic for a bit, I finally told her, "If you're looking for your panties, you're standing on them." She gave me an embarrassed smile and proceeded to get fully dressed. I was thankful, at minimum, she had the sense to keep her mask on.

I stood in silence and let her do the talking. "I know this looks bad, but...,"

"Bad? You were fully naked in the city, pleasuring yourself. Prostitutes don't even expose themselves until they get into the hotel room," I shouted, having immediately decided against being silent.

"You were gone a while, and having seen what Vixen was doing, I got... well, you know. You were watching her, too."

"I don't know, and I felt nothing but shame watching Vixen degrade herself. Get back to base. That is, if you can go ten minutes without needing to defile yourself." Maiden looked as though she wanted to continue arguing, but the will to do so left her, and she ran off.

I took my own time getting back. When I did, I found my five teammates gathered together, talking casually. "Team meeting, right now," I yelled out, coldly. They all gave me their full attention. Some looked nervous, like Maiden, while others appeared oblivious, as they hadn't yet realized I had witnessed what they had done today.

"Are we a team of heroes, or a team of sluts?" I asked, but didn't wait for an answer before continuing. "Following strange men into their homes and blowing them? Exposing ourselves to strangers in alleyways and encouraging them to shoot their filthy seed on our bodies? Masturbating any chance we get? This is not how this team will behave. Now or ever again."

The girls' eyes showed that they understood what I had witnessed. There was no point in hiding it. "He wasn't a stranger. I had been talking with him online and just wanted to have a little fun. We aren't going to do it again, and Bret won't get hurt because he won't find out," Vixen said in defense of herself.

"And the guy was in trouble, we didn't know what else to do. It worked, didn't it?" Grace said with Beauty nodding along.

"What's so bad about me letting off some steam?" Maiden quietly said.

I slammed my fist against the wall. "If any of you had been caught by the press and the whole city found out about your slutty acts, our team would be done. Think about that next time you are solely focused on getting off and not the good of this team!" I walked away and went to my room, unable to stand the sight of them anymore today.

That night, I sent out a message to the team informing them I would be taking tomorrow off and they would be responsible for patrols. I didn't hear any pushback on this, and the following day I awoke to find the base empty, as they had all already headed out. I filled my time with working out and getting some much-needed maintenance work done on the base. I was in the corner of the locker room, patching up a hole, when I heard three of the girls entering and talking.

"We got to talking with them and they were really cool guys. They were also real big fans of ours, one of them even wearing our T-shirt," I heard the voice of Damsel saying. The story had me worried, and I wanted to listen to the rest of it. Knowing as soon as they saw me, they would drop it, I squeezed into my locker before they realized I was here.

Through the slits of the door I could see Damsel was talking with Beauty and Vixen. "The fight had left both Beauty and me sweaty and thirsty. The two guys explained they had a place just a block away and invited us in to clean up and relax," Damsel said, continuing her story.

"Were they cute?" Vixen asked.

"More than cute. The blonde was a dreamboat. Like, boyfriend material if I was looking for such a thing," Beauty answered. I knew where this story was headed, and I didn't like it.

"Back at their place, we all just sat around talking and laughing. Beauty was sitting next to her blonde friend while the muscular, dark-haired guy gave me all of this attention. We talked about how much we had in common and soon... well, we stopped talking," Damsel said, blushing.

"Damn girl! You kissed him," Vixen said with growing interest.

"We did kiss. Then we... did a lot more. Their hands felt so good as they rubbed my back. Then my butt. Then under my suit. Soon, I was wearing only my panties and mask, and was on top of him with my tongue deep in his mouth," Damsel said.

With her mouth agape, Vixen looked over at Beauty. "Yeah... same. I might have started undressing my guy at that point, too. It was only fair, right? He got to see my half-naked, why not him too?" Beauty admitted.

"Except we all ended up fully naked. I don't even remember him taking off my panties, but I just know I was glad when he did. God, I was so wet. When I was straddling his lap, I could feel his erect cock pressed up against my pussy. It was so tempting to just slip him in there," Damsel said while her hands caressed her chest.

"You mean you almost fucked him," Vixen asked in disbelief. Both girls looked away and didn't respond. Oh fuck, I thought. They didn't actually... Fuck.

"I had never kissed a guy before today," Damsel said. "I may never have another chance again to be with a guy. So I figured I should take advantage of it. So yeah. I reached down, took a hold of his cock, and he penetrated me."

"I don't know which of us made the first move, but we both were riding their cocks. It hurt. A lot, at first. But it didn't take long till it felt amazing. Like, mind-boggling awesome," Beauty said.

"Holy crap I'm so jealous. That sounds so special. You two are the first on the team to lose your virginity," Vixen exclaimed. I almost jumped out of the locker to object to calling what happened anything special. How is losing your virginity in the same room as your friend to a guy you just met, anything but shameful? Did they even know their names?

"It occurred to me mid-way through that we probably should have had them wear condoms, but I couldn't find the will power to stop. He kept hitting this spot inside me that made my legs spasm like crazy," Damsel said.

"Oh god, I know what you mean. My guy was so girthy. Feeling his cock stretch me out as he went in deeper was overwhelming. I was moaning like a totally slut, but I couldn't help it. The pleasure just kept building to the point where I thought I was going insane. My vision went white, and when I came to, I felt so warm and comfortable," Beauty said, looking like she was getting excited by her recollection.

"I keep telling you, it was an orgasm. I was so jealous. I was getting close but then my guy said he was about to cum."

"Oh my God. Did you let them cum inside you? You don't think they got you...," Vixen said, concerned.

"No. The guys seemed to be pretty experienced with this and had the sense to pull out before they came. I'm really thankful for that because, yeah. In the moment, I was ready for them to load my pussy up. That would have been real bad," Damsel said, blushing.

"So instead they came on our faces. They really wanted us to take our masks off, but we were firmly against that. But damn, being sprayed in cum is so fucking awesome," Beauty added.

With the story of how they lost their virginity completed, all three women stood around, completing what had happened. "Are you going to keep seeing them?" Vixen asked, breaking the silence.

"Oh god no. We don't even know their names. It was just a one-time thing to blow

off some steam. Lady would kill us if she found out we had guys that we were doing this with on the regular. No, I think that will be it," Damsel said. But the faces of both girls made me highly doubt they were satisfied. I had just caught Damsel blowing a guy for the first time yesterday. Now she had already graduated to full-on sex? The purity of this team was now forever tainted. And for what? An hour of fun? The girls started to leave, and I thought about the options I had.

"Hey, do you know if Grace is around? I was thinking about taking a shower," Damsel said as the doors to the room closed behind them.

I slipped out of the locker in disbelief and anger. However, I was clueless as to what I could do. Was I the only one on the team who saw that this path of sexual deviancy would lead us to destruction? I needed some time to think, so I went to my office. To get my mind off of my teammates' pussies, I started looking up combat videos that other superheroines have posted. It's always smart to stay up to date on the latest techniques, and my fellow heroines frequently share what they have developed and learned.

After watching a muscular woman explain how to maximize the power of your drop kicks, I noticed an odd-looking video being recommended to me based on my location and interest in female superheroes. The title was cut off, so I clicked on it to see what it was about. When the page loaded, my heart sank upon reading the full title. 'Magnificent Maiden shows off her big titties on the street -- reveal self to be horny slut begging for fucks.' Oh, God, I hoped that title was clickbait, but I had to watch it to make sure.

The video began with a man approaching Maiden in full costume, after what appears to be a successful battle with a villain. "Maiden. Nice job beating that guy. You saved a lot of people today. What can we do to thank you?" the man holding the camera said as he stood a few feet away from her.

She turned and declared, "Maybe you can feast your eyes on these titties and tell me how much you like them." Without hesitation, she lifted the upper portion of her costume and out plopped her breasts. She made no effort to conceal any portion of them, leaving her in a fully topless state for the man to see and record. You could hear others around them cheering her on. How many people watched her embarrass herself like this? How many have seen this video?

The video had been uploaded today, and already several hundred had seen it. However, this was not the end of what I found. Yet another video was recommended that had me worried. Also uploaded just today, the title stated, 'Unknown heroine masturbates and cums hard in alley -- filmed secretly.' Two seconds into the video, I knew this was Maiden. Her lack of costume made her harder to identify, but having been her teammate for years, and the fact that I have seen her masturbate twice already, I was able to tell it was her instantly.

The video was nineteen minutes long. Maiden seemed to be oblivious to the man's presence and the camera. Forcing myself to watch every second of it, my teammate's hand ran all over her naked body while it looked like she penetrated herself with four fingers. Her moans were loud, and it wasn't surprising that she had gotten caught like this. The fact that more people didn't come across her was a miracle. Over the entire video length she moaned like a whore and yelled out embarrassing phrases.

"Fill me up! Make me your cum bucket!"

"Tie me up and do with me what you want."

"Expose me. Shame me. Degrade me. Just don't stop fucking me."

What twisted fantasies were playing out in her head? Finally, the video ended.

Just like the previous video, it had hundreds of views and was uploaded today. I got to work getting both taken down, but I knew I had to do more to keep this contained. My evening was spent with me searching and browsing countless porn sites for more videos of the team. As I suspected, I found both of these videos uploaded to several other sites, which I had also removed. But to ended up watching hours of superheroine porn to make sure it didn't feature our team. So many women in mask stripping and getting railed by well-endowed men. Every video I clicked on, I worried I would find Vixen or Grace allowing themselves to be filmed giving countless men sexual pleasure, but I was relieved to see that was not the case. But after the videos finished, new recommendations would pop up that I felt compelled to watch.

Late into the night, my body was so warm, and my crotch was sweating profusely. When sleep finally found me, my dreams were twisted after being exposed to so much smut. In them, I was in the role of many superheroines I had seen. Allowing man after man to enter my most private areas and have his way until he deposited his seed into me. When I awoke, feeling unrested, my anger at Maiden was boiling. When I ran into her that morning, I took her aside. "I just saved you from becoming an amateur porn star yesterday. Hundreds of men saw you slutting it up. Don't do it again because I can't spend another day watching superheroine porn. Understood?" I said to her in a quiet, but angry tone. Her face was a mix of confusion and fright, but she nodded yes. I left it at that and moved on with the morning activities.

I headed into the locker room where I would suit up and get ready to... "Oh my God, your tongue is amazing, Grace! Go deeper," Damsel yelled out. Inside the locker room, I found Grace with her head between her teammate's legs and her face planted deep into her crotch. Both women were naked, sweaty, and writhing. They were having full-on lesbian sex on the bench.

"You lesbian sluts!" I yelled out. But the announcement of my presence didn't deter them at all. Grace continued her oral pleasuring of her teammate despite my walking in on them.

"Sorry Lady... oh fuck oh fuck... we were just finishing up. Don't worry, we won't be late... use you fingers, oh god I'm close to cumming...," Damsel said to me through sexually charged wails.

I further complained, but neither girl paid me any attention. Damsel's mind was fully occupied with the barrage of sexual pleasure she was receiving while Grace was focused on getting her tongue on every square millimeter of her 'friends' pussy. Not seeing any of course, I rushed to get changed, having no desire to be in the same room as these two fucked each other silly. As I stripped down and pulled up my panties, I swore I saw Damsel staring at me, but when I turned, her eyes closed. Did she see me in the same way she saw Grace? That thought evoked a range of complex emotions, none of which were negative.

"Oh god I'm cumming," Damsel then yelled out, interrupting my train of thought. I watched as her back arched up and she gripped her own tits tightly. Her face contorted as she appeared to be yelling out at the top of her lungs, but she made no sound. She wasn't even breathing. Meanwhile, Grace was so strenuously licking that I could hear it. Finally, just when I was worried she might pass out, Damsel collapsed and started breathing again. Slowly, Grace let up on her rigorous lapping with her tongue while Damsel's bare chest heaved up and down as she recovered from her sexual ordeal.

"It's harmless fun, Lady. You should really let loose and try it," Damsel said to me, catching me staring at her chest. I looked to her face and saw her staring at my own nude tits as I had yet to complete getting dressed. I put on the rest of my costume fast and dashed out of the locker room. I wished I had said something in reply to Damsel's suggestion, but my mind wasn't in a state to think clearly.

At our morning briefing, I was distant and distracted. It didn't help that I noticed Grace and Damsel sat together, much closer than usual. I swore I caught them exchanging playful touches and glances more often than not. Maybe they were becoming a legit couple, and I needed to accept this. Would it be so bad if two teammates started a relationship together? That could only help bring the team closer. My anxiety about the situation between the two of them began to lessen.

I assigned patrol teams, and we headed out. I even put Grace and Damsel together, giving them a chance to prove they could still do their duties. My patrol with Vixen went without issue. We avoided further addressing her cheating on her boyfriend, but I knew that was an inevitable topic that we needed to tackle in the future.

Upon returning home, my phone informed me that the other group on patrol hadn't performed as scandal-free as I had hoped. My phone's algorithm recommended that I watch a recently aired news story related to the team. I opened up and proceeded to watch it, my gut turning as I dreaded what I would soon learn. A reporter standing in front of a building started speaking.

"Numerous eyewitnesses saw the heroine Glamorous Grace enter the apartment building with an unknown man. Initially, it was assumed that this was part of an ongoing investigation into a crime ring or the search for a villain's hideout. However, an hour later, people reported Grace exited the building with her costume not entirely zipped up and her hair in a disheveled state."

Well, that wasn't too bad as I had feared. There was no evidence that anything improper had happened between them. I mean, most people were probably assuming that, but that couldn't be helped. However, the report was not done. "Shortly after the heroine left, the man she was with exited the building and we caught up to him. He was very willing to share his experience with Grace."

The show then transitioned into a recorded interview with the man on the street. "Sir, can you share with our viewers what you and Glamorous Grace were doing just now?" the reporter asked.

"Well, I was walking home from work when I noticed her hanging out on a street corner.

I've always been a big fan of her and her team, so I went over and thanked her for all the good work she has done for the city. Well, Grace was very open to receiving such feedback, and we really hit it off and talked for a while."

"Then what happened? Where did the two of you go?"

"Well, I won't lie. I'm pretty good at picking up signals that a girl is interested in me, and man, was Grace sending every sign in the book. She kept giving me these playful touches, laughing at every dumb joke I would make, and never breaking eye contact. I figured I should ask her out," the man being interviewed explained.

"And did you," the reporter asked.

"I didn't get the chance. Grace flat out asked me if I could take her some place and fuck her silly. Five minutes later, I had her in my apartment here."

"Interesting. Well, I suppose you aren't willing to share more details. Don't kiss and tell and all that."

"Oh, I'll absolutely describe what happened. I even asked her afterwards if I could tell others about it and she said she planned on bragging to her friends, so why couldn't I?" God damn it Grace, I thought.

The man continued his story, and my day got worse. "Even before I got the door closed, she was out of her costume and fully nude. Damn, you think she's hot in her tight fitting outfit? It doesn't compare to seeing her bare it all. Then, before I could offer her a drink, she was on her knees and getting my dick out to suck it. She went to town on my cock with those plump lips of hers. It was like she was walking through a desert for a week and my cock was an oasis. Fuck I'm getting hard again thinking about it."

This news station is airing some very non-family friendly stories, I noted as he continued his tale. "She then laid down on the floor and had her legs spread fully and told me to fuck her hard. She didn't even ask me to wear a condom. As I entered her, she winced but then starting moaning like a bitch in heat. She was a virgin and just let me, a stranger, be her first time. But damn she was tight and really into it. She just kept telling me to fill her up, but I was worried. I got her to finally admit she wasn't on birth control. Thus, despite her pleas I ended up pulling out and cumming on her chest. She said next time I should do as she asked and cream pie her. Crazy bitch, but a good fuck."

Grace wanted him to cum inside her? Is she crazy? None of us are on birth control as I felt that would only encourage us to engage in casual sex. She could have gotten pregnant! "Did she take off her mask for the sexual encounter? Did you learn her secret identity?" the reporter asked.

"I learned a lot about her. What she looks like naked. What her pussy feels like. But no, she didn't take off her mask. She said she wanted to do this again, so maybe later?" The reporter finished up the story, and I stopped the video. I was fuming.

I went on a tear throughout the base until I found Grace casually hanging out with the other girls. "Grace! You've really done it now. Did you know the news is talking all about your sexual encounter today? You gave your virginity to a stranger?"

Grace looked at me with annoyance. "That's none of their business, and neither is it yours," she countered.

"When your actions impact how the whole community views us, it becomes my business."

Grace and the others were about to push back, but I preemptively spoke up to stop their arguments. "No more of these public embarrassments! I don't know what's gotten into you all, but we can't keep having this kind of attention!" I stormed out of the room, which seemed to be how I ended all of my interactions with my teammates lately.

The next day, our patrols ended without any stories being published about the team doing anything shameful. My words must have finally gotten through to them. Back at base, I checked in with all of my teammates, except for Vixen, who I couldn't find. Maiden said she had told her she would return later and wanted to check something out before returning. That worried me, and I was tempted to head out to look for her, but then I heard voices coming from the entrance.

"So yeah, this is the base. My room is on the other side. I can't wait to show you guys," Vixen said.

"I can't wait for you to show us a lot more," an unknown male voice said. Vixen was there in costume, accompanied by two men I didn't recognize. Thankfully, the rest of us were still in costume.

"What the hell, Vixen! You can't bring these guys here! What if one of us had been out of costume? You could have exposed our identities."

But Vixen was dismissive. "But you all were wearing your masks. And even if you were, these guys are cool and wouldn't tell anyone."

"Who the hell are these guys? Why did you bring them here at all?" I angrily asked.

"There... friends I made. We're here to hang out," Vixen said with a devilish smile. But I was on to her games.

"You mean you brought them here to have sex!"

"Lady! You make me sound like a slut when you say it like that."

"Because that's the truth!" I turned towards the guys. "She has a long-term boyfriend that she is saving her virginity for when they get married. Do you really want to be the guys that defile her and ruin that beautiful relationship?" However, my point had the opposite effect on the guys that I had hoped for.

"We get to take Vixen's virginity? Fucking awesome," they said high-fiving.

"Thank a lot, Lady, I was going to surprise them with that," Vixen complained.

"You're seriously going to cheat on your boyfriend and give your virginity to a couple of strangers? At least break up with Bret first," I pleaded.

"I care about Bret greatly, and I fully intend to spend my life with him. If I want to have some fun in the meantime, that's my business," Vixen said, taking the hands of both guys and stomping away towards her room in a huff.

Angry, I looked to the rest of the teammates who had been unhelpfully silent through this whole interaction. "You bitches have no problem with Vixen exposing our base to her filthy behavior?"

They looked at each other before Damsel spoke for the group. "You told us to stop the public behavior. I think we all plan to start bringing guys back here."

"Fucking sluts!" I yelled as I stormed off. With my mind filled with rage, I wandered the base aimlessly until I happened upon the outside of Vixen's room.

"Oh god, your cocks feel amazing in me! Being simultaneously stretched out in my ass and pussy is incredible! Fuck me harder! Harder," Vixen yelled out. Her ass and pussy? What does that mean? Oh... fuck. She's letting these guys put their dicks in her pussy and ass? Would that really feel that good? "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh god I can't stop cumming!" I guess it does. I sat outside her room for the next twenty minutes listening to my teammates' orgasmic hollers. My emotions swayed between fury and curiosity, as well as some other feelings.

"Cum on my chest. Fuck yeah that's hot!" I finally heard her say, indicating their carnal act was finally done. It was also a relief to hear she wasn't having the men cum inside her, although I suppose depositing their seed up her colon wouldn't have made much difference.

"Legendary Lady? Were you listening to us fuck your teammate," one of the men asked as they noticed me while they left.

"What? No! I mean, yes, but only to make sure you hooligans behave with Vixen," I replied.

"Ha! If by behave you mean fuck her until she passes out!"

"Just get the hell out of our base."

Over the next several days, Damsel, Beauty, Grace, and Vixen continued to bring random men, often more than one, back to our base for no reason other than sexual gratification. As a result, we had to keep our masks on at all times in the base, as it became rare that there wasn't some random guy that was around banging one of my teammates. The girls were turning this into a whore house for themselves. But at least they were keeping this behavior out of the public eye and not tarnishing our reputation.

"Is this Legendary Lady?" a serious-sounding voice asked after I picked up a call on my phone in the evening. After confirming, they continued. "This is Officer Rogers over at the station on 4th street. We have two of your colleagues behind bars here. We caught Dynamic Damsel and Magnificent Maiden in an alley, topless and blowing several men. You better get down here right away," he said. I promised to be there right away and rushed over. God damn it, just when I thought maybe I had seen the worst of their behavior they find a new way to piss me off.

At the station, I met privately with Officer Rogers. "They are being charged with incident conduct and prostitution, although they deny accepting money for their... sexual favors. Standard procedure should have me unmask them and book them into the system with their real identities, but given the good work your team has done for the community, I figured I would first call you."

"Thank you, officer. I can't excuse their behavior in the least. They are both going through a phase right now, but I assure you, I will make sure it doesn't happen again. I assume we are all free to go now?"

But that was far from the case. "Look, we can work out a deal where the two of them can walk out of here with their identities still a secret, but the punishment has to fit the crime," he said, looking at me with his eyebrows deviously raised.

"Like community service? That's a great idea," I said. But that's not what he meant, and I knew it.

"Like I said. The punishment has to fit the crime. They were caught giving head to numerous men with their tits out, so...,"

"You want Damsel and Maiden to give you and your fellow officers head," I asked cautiously.

"Oh no. I mean, yes. Of course, we do, and in fact, they've been blowing us since they got here. They have fantastic tits by the way.

But no. Let me be clear. If you want your fellow heroes to walk out of here tonight with their masks on, you yourself need to put those lips to work."

My eyes opened wide in shock. "But... I'm not like Damsel and Maiden. I've never done that with anyone..."

"Really? That's surprising. I've always assumed you heroines have guys over at your place 24/7. Huh. But that doesn't change anything. You've heard my offer. Accept my offer or accept the consequences." I stared at the officer in disbelief. There was no way this was the real situation I had found myself in. How could the slutty behavior of my teammates ended with me compelled to give my first ever blow job to some police officers? But if I refused, our team would be done. If word got out that two of our members were arrested for such shocking behavior, the rest of us would never be taken seriously as heroines again. Plus, exposing the identities of Damsel and Maiden was dangerous. A lot of villains would seek revenge on them. God damn you girls for making me do this.

I nodded in silent agreement and was led into a back room where eight male officers were waiting with big smiles on their faces. "Wait, eight of you? Isn't that too much?" I whined.

"The punishment must fit the crime, remember," Officer Rogers reminded me. Complaining wouldn't change anything. I had two choices, but in reality, I had none. Cursing my teammates again, I got on my knees in front of one of the officers, preparing myself to do something I had never planned to do in my life, husband or not. I reached for his pants but was stopped by Officer Rogers again.

"Don't forget to get your tits out first," he said smugly. My mouth opened to protest, but why bother? Feeling eight pairs of hungry eyes on me, I pulled the top of my costume down and revealed a sight no man before had ever seen.

"Holy shit your tits are even better than those other two heroines," one of the men remarked.

"Thanks," I said, but immediately regretted it. However, it did feel oddly good to hear that, especially compared to the likes of Damsel and Maiden. They were both attractive women whom I had always assumed men found more attractive than me. But maybe that wasn't the case.

No, that wasn't important. I wasn't here to impress these guys but to secure my team's future as superheroes. With tits dangling free, I again reached for the officers pants in front of me and after pulling them down, I was faced with my first erect penis. While I had planned on getting this done fast, I couldn't help but pause and stare. The weight of what I was about to do hit me suddenly. What was surprising is that I didn't feel fear, regret, or anger. I felt something far different and was thankful my lower area wasn't exposed, as I didn't want these men to realize just what strong feelings were hitting me.

Almost acting on their own, my hands took hold of the girthy flesh rod and guided it into my mouth. The taste was unexpectedly satisfying and I started licking every inch of his I could reach. My lips ran up and down his shaft rapidly, along with my hands, which were aided by the lubrication I was providing. "Holy shit Lady is going to town on me. She really fucking loves sucking my cock," the officer declared.

I knew I should protest his conclusion that my performance thus far meant I loved giving oral, but I was too focused on the task at hand. I'll admit I wasn't hating the feeling of a dick in my mouth. The taste was actually really good, and knowing that any second he would climax in my mouth was a bit exciting.

Right then, I felt the rush of a warm and salty liquid wash into my mouth, and I knew I had successfully given my first blow job. I knew I shouldn't feel this way, but I felt prideful at having accomplished this. A feat I would need to reach seven more times before leaving.

The other men were ready for me after having watched my tits jiggle from my head bobbing back and forth on the first man's dick. Over the next thirty minutes, I freely let the rest of the officers use my mouth for their sexual pleasure while simultaneously using my bare chest for their viewing pleasure. Load after load was shot down my throat before the men left without even thanking me. My body grew hot and frustrated like it needed a release after pleasuring so many men, but I endured. Despite initially being told I would only need to blow eight officers, three more joined us in the room, and soon my lips massaged their manhood as well.

Finally I tasted the dick of officer Rogers and accepted the eleventh load of cum of my life and that day. I collapsed onto the floor exhausted, but aroused more than I had ever been. Rogers took a finally look at my heaving chests as he put away his recently serviced penis. "I'll have the girls released within the hour," he said before leaving the room. I put my costume back over my breasts and returned to the base.

I didn't talk with anyone and went right to bed, although sleep took me a long time to find. I writhed in the bed thinking about the texture and taste of all of those men's cocks. At least I better understood where my teammates were coming from, but that couldn't excuse their behavior. Although my mind continuously drifted to thoughts about what it would have been like if I had let all of those men go much further with me back at the police station.

That morning, I woke up unrefreshed, and the memories of last night still occupied my mind. I headed to the common area, unsure if I was going to chew out my teammates again or try a new approach.

"The new top is so hot! The guys are going to love it," I heard Beauty remark. Walking in, I saw the girls all wearing new costumes. Sluttier, more revealing, superheroine outfits. Rather than our previous full-body suits, these new ones looked like a bikini. Although even as swimwear, they would be considered overly sexualized. The tops showed off an extreme amount of cleavage, and on several of the girls, I swore I could see their areolas. The bottoms covered their private area, but barely, it seemed. Looking at Vixen's backside, these outfits showed off the entire of their asses with only their buttholes being concealed and barely.

"Hey, Lady! What do you think of our new costumes? Don't worry, we got you one too," Grace said, handing me a sack.

"What's wrong with our old ones?" I asked in a bit of a shock.

"They were too stuffy and getting in the way," Maiden replied.

"Getting in the way of what?"

Damsel giggled. "You know... getting guys' attention."

"We're supposed to be out there doing good and protecting the innocent, not trying to get a boyfriend," I complained.

"Lady, we are all too young to commit ourselves to one guy. Just last night, I had three guys in my bedroom going to town on my...," Beauty explained before I interrupted her.

"That's not the point. We can't wear this out in public. People will think we are weird and immoral!"

"That's not what the news reporters thought this morning," Maiden said.

"What reporters? What did you morons do?"

"Well, you were sleeping late, and we were really excited to show off our new costumes, so we went and held a press conference. Don't worry, they all loved them. They are real anxious to see yours as well," Maiden explained.

I slammed my fist against the wall. "No! I am the team's leader. We will be going back to our old costumes. These new ones barely cover anything!"

The other girls all looked at each other before Damsel spoke for them. "The majority of us are already on board. In fact, we've already thrown out our old costumes, including yours. This is how it's going to be, Lady."

I looked at the faces of my teammates, and they were all firm in this decision. "You can't expect me to wear this out in public. Everyone will see my butt and so much of my bust!"

"Just give it time, Lady, and I'm sure you will come to like it. Trust us. We've been showing off our bodies a lot lately," Vixen said with a devilish smile. I continued to argue, but the girls dismissed me.

It took me twice as long to get ready for patrol as I spent a while in front of the mirror fretting over every square inch of my body that was now visible. Once I was out patrolling the town, I kept to the rooftops where I could remain hidden. But eventually, trouble on the streets arose, and I had to swoop down. After dispatching with some criminals, the victims were quick to shower me in compliments about my new uniform. I thanked them and quickly returned to the rooftop, unaware at the moment about how the sight of me climbing up the building was giving them a unique angle of my thong-clad bottom.

Hearing the thanks of the citizen always felt good to me, but now there was something extra. Feeling their hungry eyes on my body while singing praises of my physical form was invigorating. The next crime I stopped got the same reaction with many of the guys present asking for pictures with me, which I gladly accepted. I hated to admit it, but I was greatly enjoying the attention these new costumes were getting me. I would get the occasional sexual comment from a guy passing by, but those were easy enough to ignore. Apparently, I was now a superheroine comfortable wearing a thong in public.

That evening, I returned to base to hear the other girls recounting tales of their day to each other. Walking into the room, I caught a story midway through where Vixen and Beauty seemed to have had an encounter with a villain. "... he had us both bound and naked. The vibrator he had in Vixen was driving her mad while I felt him cum inside me for the third time," Beauty said as the other girls listened.

"Wait, what? What villain got you?" I asked worriedly. Getting captured was not something I would take lightly.

"The Foiler. Anyway, he then inserted his cock into my...,"

"How did you both get captured by The Foiler? And he bound you both and assaulted you?" I was shocked at this news. The Foiler was a petty criminal at best, but had made a name for himself by wrapping his body in aluminum foil while committing his crimes, which were typically shoplifting. He had no combat skills or gadgets. How could two of them have gotten captured by him? And to hear that he took advantage of them in such a way was unheard of.

"Oh, well, truthfully, he didn't capture us. We caught him stealing batteries in a convenience store. We got to talking with him. Well, one thing led to another, and we agreed to a sexy villain--heroine role play. All consensual, of course," Vixen explained.

"Consensual? You are having sex with criminals now? Are you kidding me with this crap?"

"You are one to talk. You gave all those cops blow jobs," Vixen countered.

"To get Damsel and Maiden out of jail! And they were officers, not criminals!"

"Well, it turns out The Foiler is a really good guy, and thanks to us, he's giving up his life of crime. All it took was us fucking his brains out and agreeing to hook up with him once a week from now on. We've arrested him seven times in the past two years, and that's never stopped his life of crime. I think we've found a better way to improve his town permanently," Vixen declared while the other girls nodded in agreement.

"By what? Being sluts? There are tons of women in this city already doing that, and yet crime still exists. All you will accomplish is tarnishing your and this team's reputation." But the girls had once again stopped listening to me as Grace started telling her story about how she had a threesome with Dread the Destroyer and Azazel, Lord of Crime.

That evening, I needed to think about just how far this team had fallen and what I could do to correct our course. Except the base was bustling with unsavory behavior that kept me distracted. Damsel and Grace were 69ing with each other all night in the common area while numerous strange men watched them with great interest. Maiden took it upon herself to go around blowing the men while fingering herself vigorously. Vixen seemed to be in a constant state of yelling out in sexual delight as four men she picked off of the street

took turns fucking her. Beauty was perhaps the oddest, as she and a group of five other men and women all sat around naked and masturbating while staring at each other. Although judging by the sounds I heard later in the night, I think they did move on to sex eventually.

From then on, it seemed our base was a den of sexual deviancy. I dreaded walking into the living room, fearing what perversion I would catch in the act. Either one or more of my teammates engaging with each other or a group of strange men. Although I found myself making excuses to walk to the living area more than I truthfully needed to.

Patrolling the streets was my refuge, but that was becoming a source of shame as well. One day, I was helping victims of a car crash to safety while a group of onlookers observed. After ensuring everyone's safety, I approach the crowd to allow myself to indulge in the admiration of the citizens. "Nice work, Lady! Also, your ass when you bent over to pick up that guy was fantastic. I got a great picture of it on my phone," one gentleman said.

"Thanks?" I replied, rather unsure. I had grown to greatly enjoy the looks I get from men on the bare skin my new costume afforded. I wasn't sure how I felt about people taking pictures of me in compromising positions, but I appreciated his compliment.

"Can you flash us your tits and pussy?" the man then asked.

"Excuse me? I am a heroine, not some stripper you can give a dollar to and see her most intimate areas," I rebuked.

"How about a blow job then for me and my friends? I got rock hard watching you swing those big tits around while you worked," another man added.

"If I'm not willing to show off my body, I'm most assuredly not going to engage in a sexual act with strangers on the street. My god, I'm a superheroine. We don't do things like this."

"Your teammates do all of the time, though," yet another man yelled out.

"That's a terrible lie to be spreading! You should feel ashamed!"

"It's true. Vixen and Grace blew my friend on the street two days ago with their tits out. Here, he sent me a video." The man then indeed played a video showing exactly that. Both girls looked up at the camera with hungry eyes while they licked every inch of the man's ample cock. In addition they continuously moaned out how horny they were. After several minutes of licking, the man sprayed his seed onto both of their masked faces, which prompted even larger moans from both women. The video ended with Grace inviting him to come to the base and fuck her brains out whenever he wanted.

I then realized I had been standing there watching amateur porn staring my friends for almost five minutes while unconsciously rubbing my chest. "I... I need to go," I said, running away.

"Enjoy your masturbation," the man yelled out laughing. From there, I had more and more interactions just like that with men encouraging me to do all kinds of unspeakable acts for the purpose of sexually pleasing them. But I was a woman of virtue and denied them all, despite how strongly my body was pushing me to agree. But this eventually led me to a later interaction that had me very concerned.

"Are you going to join Beauty at the club?" A man I had just saved from getting hit by a bus asked me. Seeing my confused face, he explained. "You didn't know Beauty is working at the strip club on 4th street? She is amazing. That place is packed on the nights she works. My friend just texted me that she is there right now, shaking those unbelievable tits of hers." He had to be mistaken. Beauty had been opening herself up to many new sexual experiences, but stripping could not be one of them. That would be unthinkable.

But I had to know for sure. Searching around 4th street, I found a busy-looking building that was covered in pictures of nearly naked women. Initially, I was glad to see none of the women were of Beauty or any of my teammates. However, my eyes were then drawn to the large, flashing LED sign that was advertising, 'The superheroine Boundless Beauty performing tonight! Cum in and see all of her!' The alternative spelling of the word "come" had me worried, and I knew I had to enter the club. But going in there as Lady felt like a bad idea for a lot of reasons. On the rooftop across the street, I changed into my civilian clothes, taking on the persona of Hazel.

The line for the club was long, and I worried I would never get in. "Ladies don't need to wait in line. Come on in, miss. We welcome our lesbian patrons," the bouncer said to me after seeing me wait at the back of the line.

"But I'm not... I mean, thank you," I said, accepting his invitation. Correcting his assumption about my sexuality would be counter to my purpose here. Besides, what consequences could there be to people thinking I was into girls?

Inside the club, it was packed with men. Besides the actual performers, I didn't see any other females present. As I passed by the crowds of men, they looked at me with knowing eyes, as if they knew why I was here. "Tits and pussy, am I right?" One guy said to me. I got comment after comment from men trying to relate to my assumed love of the female body. I bit my lip as I nodded in agreement, trying to keep my cover from getting blown. On the main stage, a fully naked woman was walking off. Her swagger was amazing, and she commanded the eyes of almost everyone in the club. I began to wonder how I could find Beauty, but that question was then answered.

"Now, for the woman you have all been lusting over. I give you... Boundless Beauty!" My teammate then came flipping onto the stage in a dazzling display of her acrobatic skills, which made the club blow up in cheers. Despite hundreds of eyes on her, she looked supremely confident and started twirling around the metal pole in the middle of the stage. She was wearing her new superheroine uniform, which allowed her to spread her legs in whatever way she pleased. Which she did, a lot. And the crowd was very pleased by it.

I hoped this whole show of hers would just be her showing off her maneuverability, but without warning she pulled off her top, freely revealing her large naked boobs for everyone in attendance. The crowd, which I thought was already as loud as possible, turned up their excitement a notch with this action. It was then that I felt the men around me confused by my lack of enthusiasm, and I remembered my cover story and joined them in cheering. "Yeah! Those are some nice... chests. Man, I would love to... do things with them," I yelled out convincingly.

My mouth went agape as Beauty continued her show. With her chest now fully exposed, she felt up her tits extensively and pinched her nipples. She then crawled over to a nearby man at the edge of the stage and pushed his face into her chest. He began licking her nipples, which seemed to delight her greatly. From there, she must have let a dozen other men have a turn groping and teasing her ample breast.

She then stood up and removed the last piece of clothing she had (minus her mask) and showed off her entirely naked body for the men to gawk at. She resumed her leg spreads, giving me views of my teammate I never thought I would see. Sensing the men around me being once again confused why I wasn't joining them in their cheers, I started my yells back up. "That's a good... sexual organ for making babies with. I would do anything to... stimulate it in ways she and I would both find acceptable." I was oddly good at this.

Right when I thought that Beauty's act must be done, she sat on the stage and spread her legs wide once again. She then started rubbing her crotch oddly for a bit while making a moaning sound. What the heck is she... oh come on! Isn't it more than enough to shake your naked ass for these guys. Is it really needed for you to pleasure yourself in front of all of them, too? I had seen all of my teammates degrade their bodies like this over the past few weeks. I can't remember the time I went a whole day without walking in on Maiden going to town on herself somewhere in the base. Now Beauty was freely showing hundreds of men this perverted act. Still, it was impressive how vigorously she could drive her five fingers in and out of her pussy. She was unbelievably wet, too. I could see the shimmer of her moisture even from way back where I was standing. I get wet too, like I was now for some odd reason. But never that wet. I mean, sometimes I get that wet, again like now, but... never mind.

The previously cheering crowd went almost silent as they observed her masturbate. Beauty's moans echoed across the large room until finally she reached her peak and put out a practically deafening yell that I will admit I have heard many times lately back at the base. Once her orgasm subsided, the crowd made clear how thrilled they were with the performance, forcing me to play along. "High quality... self pleasuring. I wish it was my tongue that was wiggling inside your pussy and tasting all of your juices, giving you orgasm after orgasm until you couldn't walk for a week... I mean I like seeing your vagina." Not my best cat-calling, I admit.

I needed to find a way to meet with Beauty and find out just what the heck she was doing working here like this. Was she being controlled by a villain? Was she undercover? I needed to find out now. "Hey there, pretty lady. Liked what you saw with Beauty there? We offer private experiences if you are interested," a woman said, approaching me.

She wore a tiny skirt that barely covered her thong and a top that showed off a lot of her chest. "Could I get time alone with Beauty?" I asked, seeing this as my opportunity.

"She is usually booked solid, but I think we can work something out. How about while we wait, you enjoy some time with me?"

She took my hand and started taking me somewhere. "Oh... no, I think I will just...,"

"Don't worry about the money.

We are very accommodating to our lesbian customers. Unless I'm misinterpreting why you are here at the club today?" She asked, giving me a bit of a suspicious look.

I couldn't blow this opportunity to get to my teammate in her time of need. "Lesbian. I'm a huge lesbian alright. I love looking a vaginas and... women's buttholes? Yeah... let's do this," I said, causing her to drop her doubts about me.

She led me to a private room with a chair in the middle that I sat on. The attractive woman then stood right in front of me. "Do you want to talk or...," but I was interrupted by music starting, which prompted the stripper to start moving her hips back and forth. Her dancing was mesmerizing. She was a genuinely talented stripper. Her top quickly came off and she positioned her shaking tits inches from my face. I had forgotten why I was here and fell into a bit of a daze. Time seemed to go by ten times faster than usual and without remembering how it happened, the stripper was naked on top of me, grinding her ass into my crotch while my hands fondled her bare breasts. They were so soft and warm. Touching them gave me such... unique feelings.

The music stopped, and she stood up. I almost voiced my displeasure with things ending, but I quickly found out they weren't. "Okay, take off your pants and panties," she said to me. This confused me as she was the stripper, not me.

Seeing my hesitation, the naked woman rolled her eyes. "I know what you lesbians want when you come in here. You're worse than the men. Now stop pretending like you are different than all those other lesbians I have danced for and get your pussy out so I can go down on you," she said in an annoyed voice.

"Go down on? Oh! No, I'm not...," but she was already pulling my bottoms off and pulled my legs open. As I watched her position her face in my crotch, I thought about how I should really stop this. I'm the leader of a prestigious superheroine group. I am above such carnal... "Oh fucking fuck fuck! That feels so fucking fuck fuck good!"

The instant the stripper contacted my pussy my mind was bombarded with overwhelming pleasure the likes of which I didn't think were possible. I grabbed her head and made sure she stayed right where she was. Right where I wanted her. My ass was in a constant state of spasm as each subtle, and not so subtle movement of tongue sent jolts of ecstasy up and down my spine. I arched my back and started playing with my nipples as my breasts felt so warm. However, the pleasure kept building and my hands started flaying about, seeking relief, but found none. "I'm your little slut, don't stop! I'm forever yours. I'll be your girlfriend, sex slave, whatever you want. Just don't ever stop, fuck!" I was yelling out words without even thinking.

The pulsing pleasure inside me grew and grew until finally the pulsing stopped and a constant wave of sexual delight crashed over me. It was unrelenting, and I screamed like a woman giving birth. Right when I was accepting this feeling was going to drive me insane, it finally relented, and my vision and mind slowly returned to me. "Did... did I just have an orgasm?" I asked the room.

"One of the biggest ones I've ever seen a woman have," the stripper said as she started to put her clothes back on.

"I cum hard?" She smiled and nodded and then left the room.

I pondered on this confusing revelation and my new appreciation of the joy of sex. Wait... did I just have sex? Did that woman just take my virginity? Can a woman take another woman's virginity? Is sex with a man better than that? These questions bounced around in my head until another hot half-naked chick walked into the room. "Hey, I know you are waiting for Beauty, but she will be a little while. Until then, I'll get you off." Hearing my teammate's name reminded me why I was here, but I once again lost that focus after my new friend started working on my second-ever orgasm.

Over the next thirty minutes, three more strippers visited me. First, they offered apologies for the wait, and then they offered me oral pleasure. My wails grew only louder with each orgasm I reached, as did my own desires. I even made out with the fifth stripper for a while. Her lips were so soft, I complained when she had to go. But at the moment, the woman I had been waiting for entered. She was initially looking away from me as she entered. "Sorry for the wait. The minor league baseball team was here and randy as ever. But from the sounds of things, you have been enjoying the other girls in the club greatly. So what can I do for you... Hazel?" As soon as she saw me, she recognized me in my civilian getup. Her eyes quickly went downwards to my naked and wet lower half. Remembering I was in such a state, I closed my legs.

"What... in the world are you doing here?" she asked me.

"I came here to ask you what you are doing here! Why are you stripping?"

Beauty looked at the corner of the room, concerned. "Listen, they watch these rooms with cameras. They can't hear us, but if they don't see me dancing or doing other stuff to you, they'll start questioning things. We need to put on an act."

She then sat on my lap and slowly moved her hips back and forth. "Wait, are you saying someone might have been watching me..."

"Get tongue fucked by a half dozen naked strippers? For sure. I'm sure they recorded it as well. So why are you here?" she asked as she pulled her top off.

"Why the fuck are you stripping? Are you in distress? I was worried."

"Worried? It's just a way for me to make some extra money and blow off steam."

"What the hell do you need money for? The team provides for everything you need," I protested as her nipples danced in front of my eyes.

"Sometimes I like to go out and treat guys to a good time. You know, dinner and stuff. I'm also buying a lot more outfits and... toys." Beauty got off my lap and bent over, slowly pulling the thong portion of her costume down in front of me.

"You're already banging these guys. Shouldn't they be buying you dinner? And what toys are you talking about? The only things I see you and the other girls using around the base anymore are those oversized... wait, that's what you are spending your money on?"

Beauty sat on my lap with her back to me, and I moved my hands onto her breasts. "Who are you to judge me? You're the one who came to a strip club so you could get your pussy licked by ten different strippers."

"It was only six, and I didn't come here for that. I told you. I wanted to find out why you were stripping."

Beauty got off my lap and was on her knees in front of me. "You could have just said you were my friend or sister and that you wanted to talk to me. Hell, you could have just called. You didn't need to pretend to be a customer."

"Well, I didn't know that, okay? Wait, what are you? Nope!" I stood up just as I felt the warm tongue of Beauty tease my womanhood. I had enough sense to know that having lesbian sex with a teammate was a bad idea, despite what Damsel and Grace kept insisting.

I walked out of the room and quickly returned for my pants and panties after accidentally exposing my vagina to the many men waiting outside the room. As I marched out, I heard from numerous strippers how much they enjoyed pleasuring me. I went straight home and into my room, where I could be in an oral sex free environment for a change. God, those strippers were hot. I mean, I need to focus on my patrol tomorrow.

At breakfast the next morning, the six of us ate together. Beauty kept giving me a look that made me blush, but eventually, Maiden told a story that distracted me from the previous day's embarrassments. "I can't believe I waited so long to give up my v-card, but I was so glad I did. Those three guys at Alpha Sigma Sigma were so hung. I'm so glad I let them fuck me at that party last night," she said. She was the last of my fellow heroines to keep her virginity, at least when it comes to sex with men, but that was gone now, too, it seemed.

"How did you avoid getting cum all over your mask? It's so hard to get clean," Damsel complained.

"Oh, easy. I took it off while we fucked."

I stood up instantly when I heard that, shaking the table. "You what? You let those man whores learn your secret identity? Who could you?"

"Lady, they don't care who we are. All they wanted was to fuck me. My identity is safe, I promise," Damsel said. But I didn't believe that for a second. How could she be so careless?

"What were the names of the men you had sex with at the frat?"

"I have no idea," she admitted.

"Of course you don't. Why would any of you know anything about the men you are letting plow you each day?" I said sarcastically. She was at least able to give me a physical description, although she focused too much on attributes I didn't plan on examining.

I rushed off in costume to the frat, hoping I wasn't too late. It was a Sunday morning, and there was little activity in the house. I let myself in and started questioning the few men who were awake. After enduring a lot of sexual comments about my appearance, I was directed to a room shared by three college guys that had fucked 'some slutty chick in a costume' last night. The three of them were just starting to wake up.

"You three saw Magnificent Maiden without her mask last night. You know her secret identity," I said, slamming the door behind me.

"Who?" one of the men said while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Was that the chick whose left tit was bigger than her right?"

"No. She's talking about the one dressed like a superheroine."

"Oh fuck. That chick was crazy horny. Yeah, we saw her face. What of it?"

"You can never tell anyone who she is. It's for the good of the city. Please," I declared to them.

"Bitch, I barely remember anything about last night, let alone what...," one of the guys said before another interrupted

him.

"What he means to say is, what are you willing to do to ensure we don't reveal Miraculous Marge's identity to the world?"

"It's Magnificent Maiden. And what do you want? This is very important to me and my team," I said, my desperation starting to become clear to them.

"Spend the morning fucking us and we'll forget everything we know about... your friend," the guy said while looking over my body.

"I... I can't do that! I'm still an... honorable heroine," I said.

"Please. You're running around in a thong, and I can almost see your nipples peaking out of your top. You probably blew six guys last night alone, I bet," his friend said from behind me. He helped himself to a feel of my bare cheeks, but I quickly swatted him away.

The look in their eyes told me they wouldn't accept anything other than sex with me. But was I really willing to do this? It's my virginity we are talking about here. It's supposed to be a special thing that I give to my beloved in the future. Not that I was ever going to settle down with a guy, as I was going to be dedicated to my craft my whole life. Having a foursome with some frat dudes was anything but special.

No. I'm being selfish. Maiden made a mistake, but I couldn't let that mistake ruin her heroine career. She did too much good work, usually. When she wasn't blowing guys on the street, at least. When was the last time she actually did any hero work? It didn't matter right now. I had to do this. I pulled down my thong to the amazement of the three men. "You have two hours. No cumming inside me. And... be gentle. I've totally done this before, but I still prefer to ease into it." It would be too embarrassing to admit to this being my first time. Yet I hope they don't think I'm a slut either.

Their hands descended onto me and all parts of my body. In almost an instant my top was off and I was simultaneously tongue kissing one guy, while another groped my breasts, while the third started fingering my pussy. I couldn't focus on anything, and my feelings became overwhelming. The guys tongue sent jolts of pleasure into my mouth while my pussy and boobs gave me pleasure that I hadn't felt... since yesterday at the strip club I guess.

My mind started daydreaming about dirty thoughts of me visiting this frat regularly and opening myself up to the pleasure of all the men here. Later, I would go to work at the strip club and engage in lesbian activities with the other strippers on stage and maybe even Beauty. But these thoughts were washed away by the feeling of a cock penetrating me. Without even seeing it coming, my virginity was lost and this young guy was pumping my pussy with his large manhood.

The pain was initially intense but subsided quickly. The feeling of the bare skin of his cock filling and stretching me out was such a new experience for me. Every thrust sent him deeper inside me and found new, more sensitive areas I never knew I had. With pain fully gone, waves of pleasure started hitting me, driven by the rapid pace this guy was plowing me.

"Aaaahhhh," I moaned out involuntarily. My partner smirked at that, and my cheeks reddened. Although a lot of that was not from embarrassment, but other sensations. I told myself I wouldn't be vocal anymore, but soon I was filling their room with the sounds of my pleasure. The waves hitting me grew in magnitude and were longer-lasting. Why was I so easily getting off on this? I was engaging in this shameful act for my teammates' benefit, not so I could get off on it.

But my reasons for doing this, just like at the club, become unimportant and forgotten. With my pleasure skyrocketing, I looked to the other two guys and their bulging pants. I was in for a hell of a morning. Every muscle in my body contracted, and my moans instantly stopped. I starred into the eyes of my first ever lover as I endured this beautiful agony his cock was forcing me through. I couldn't breathe, talk, or move. All I could do was feel sexual glee.

But finally this passed and I fell limp, although the guy still pumped me hard. Right when I began to worry if he would ever finish, he pulled out and sprayed hot, creamy cum all over my face. The next guy didn't even wait for an invitation and entered me seconds after his friend had finished. I'm not sure he ever looked me in the eyes as he seemed fixated on my bouncing tits.

As promised, over the next two hours, I let the men have their unrestricted way with me. I was taken from behind, me on top, and whatever other perverted positions the men thought of. Sometimes I sucked on one of their cocks while the other took me. Sometimes I was told to help them get hard again by dancing for them. I lost track of how many times I was cummed on. I also lost track of how many times I... also finished. I may have also lost track of time and let them fuck me for an additional hour.

But finally, I got dressed after meeting their requirements. They again promised to never speak of "that one chick's identity or whatever." They also invited me to a party they were having later in the week, saying they would pay me to strip at. I told them I would think about it, even though I would never do it. I think.

Before leaving, I cleaned up in the bathroom and had a tough time getting cum off of the mask. For a quick second, I lamented not taking my mask off during sex, before hating myself for ever considering that. I took my time heading back to base as I was still having waves of pleasure hit me. I wanted to curse Maiden for making me do such things, but I found it to be harder and harder to find regret in what I had done. Still, she had better appreciate what I had done for her.

When I got home, I could hear the hustle and bustle of activity in the living area. No doubt the girls brought more men back for them to shame themselves with. But once I walked into the room, I was still somehow shocked. Maiden and Vixen were dancing on the table naked while no less than ten guys cheered them on. Meanwhile Beauty was the riding the cock of an older guy while giving oral pleasure to another man. Grace and Damsel were once again 69ing with each other while several men stood around them pumping their erect cocks. None of these actions were new to me, given the sorry state the team had fallen into. What did shock and piss me off was the fact that not one of them were wearing a mask.

"You... what... fucking! God damn it!" I yelled, not finding the words. I stomped to my room, unable and unwilling to face these bitches right now. It wasn't until several hours later that my five teammates checked in on me. After, I assume, they had finished their latest orgy.

"Lady, you were upset. What's wrong?" Maiden asked as the other girls stood behind them.

I stared daggers at her before replying. "I just spent all morning getting fucked by your frat friends to keep you identity secure, only to find all of you freely showing off your faces to dozens and dozens of men when I got back. If you think I'm going to fuck all of those people to keep your secret, well... I'm not sure yet."

"Nobody asked you to fuck anybody Lady. You gave those three idiots your virginity? They were never going to tell anyone. I don't think they once looked me in the face," Maiden replied.

"What were their names?" Vixen asked curiously.

"I... it doesn't matter," I said, realizing I never bothered to ask them.

"Because she doesn't know. You curse us everyday for the casual sex we have yet you can't name the men that plowed your vagina for the first time," she said smugly.

"Everyone get the fuck out," I yelled. If they want their civilian identities to be associated with their slutty acts, fine.

In the next few weeks, all five girls started working at the strip club. When they returned from working there, they would recount tales to each other about the many men the blew and fucked. Vixen and Beauty continued their sexual relationship with the villain, The Foiler. Our team's social media platforms were now solely being used for my teammates to post videos of them doing sexual acts on each other and other men. It took a lot of effort on my part to get them to head out on patrol, and I highly suspected they weren't doing actual hero work when they were out.

One day, a call I had been expecting, but dreading, came in. It was from the mayor's office, and he was demanding a meeting with me. This wouldn't be pretty and may result in the end of our team, but I steeled myself and headed over to his office in my costume.

"Your team was supposed to represent the best of our city. Innocent and pure. A symbol of justice and everything good. Incorruptible. Does this look like any of that?" The mayor then pulled up videos on the TV screen in his office showing my teammates engaging in sex with countless men. Their sweaty tits bouncing and their faces screaming in sexual anguish. There was even an embarrassing video of me getting pleasured by nude strippers. Beauty's warning about them filming in the private rooms was true, it seemed.

"It does not, sir. I take full responsibility. I just implore you to give me the time to..."

"To what? It's too late for that. I've watched your team's behavior get more and more immoral over the past month, and I've seen you do nothing to stop it. I'm afraid I am left with but one option." I put my head down in defeat. He was going to demand our team break up, which I had to say I agreed with. We had lost our purpose, our callings.

"I understand, sir. You won't see us performing hero duties ever again," I said as a tear welled up in my eye.

"What the hell are you talking about? You and your team can continue on, you just need to offer me a bribe in the form of sex with you," the mayor said, laughing.

I looked up in astonishment. "We can still be a team? Truly?"

"Yes, but I direct you to the bribe portion of my statement,"

he said.

I was thrilled and jumped up, shaking his hand. "We will keep this city as safe as ever, thanks to the decision you made today, sir."

"That's fine. I don't really care. But you aren't listening? You and your team can only keep operating as heroines if you..."

"If I fuck your brains out tonight. I heard you the first time," I said as I pulled my thong down to my ankles. As the mayor watched in amazement, I took off my top and even my mask, not wanting to get cum on it. Besides, the mayor wasn't going to out my identity.

I mounted him in his expensive leather chair and wasted no time pressing his cock into my already soaked pussy. I had longed to feel another man in me since I lost my virginity, and was more than ready for this. He slipped in, and I used my mighty thighs to lift myself up and down on him, feeling the friction of him inside me, which warmed me up pleasantly. "You are incredible," the mayor said taking my bouncing tits into his hands. "I can't wait to fill you up to the brim with cum."

The tip of his cock kept hitting the perfect spot in me that made my... wait. Did he say fill me up? Like with his cum? In my unprotected pussy? As I continued to push him deeper into me, I questioned his previous statement. "You mean you can't wait to cum on my face. Or my tits. Or in my mouth. Right?"

"Lady, I'm the mayor of this city. I don't cum on anyone. I cum inside them. What's the big deal anyway? Given how sexually active you and your team are, you have to be on birth control. You all would have to be the dumbest, cock hungriest sluts of all time if you engaged in the amount of fucking you all did without being protected from pregnancy right? So me cumming inside you should be no issue."

My eyes went wide. "Of course, we are all on protection. You can totally cum inside me without life changing consequences. Just think of me as your own personal cum dumpster ready to take all of your cum in my pussy. Honk honk!" I made a motion imitating someone pressing a car horn when I said that for some reason. I was in a weird state.

"That's... a weird way of saying it, but I'm glad we came to an understanding. Don't worry, I won't last much longer."

I was about to let myself possibly get impregnated by the mayor. Me, a pregnant superheroine. This was insane. Although there was a good chance I wouldn't get pregnant from a single time having unprotected sex, so maybe this would work out. "Oh. I forgot to mention. I'm going to need you to come back every week and fuck me," the major said between heavy breaths. Yeah, I'm totally going to get knocked up.

I found myself pumping down harder on his cock and my excitement grew. A few weeks ago, I was committed to staying a virgin my whole life, and now I was freely allowing this middle-aged man to impregnate me. Weirdest of all was how hot this entire situation was to me. "Ahhhhh. Ahhh. Fuck...," I howled as the mayor's cock stretched me out so satisfyingly.

I swear my pussy felt hot to the touch, but it wasn't painful, rather the opposite. My legs ached with how rapid I was driving his dick into me but I didn't dare let up. I was sprinting up the mountain of pleasure, and the summit was in sight. "I'm about to cum," the mayor said. It was right when I felt his potent seed enter me that I reached my own peak and wailed loudly as I went through a toe-curling orgasm.

After recovering, I pulled up my thong over my cum drenched pussy. Pregnant women can fight crime, right? They can certainly suck cock. Well, I'll figure something out. I thanked the mayor again and promised to return in a week.

Back at the base, my five teammates were having a contest to see who could get creampied by the most men in an hour. I watched them from across the room and smiled. Maybe they were right all along. They had shown me a better way of helping the community. Not through violence or threats, but love. Specifically the type of love that has you swallowing a homeless man's cum while letting a car crash victim rail you from behind.

As I joined in on the contest, I appreciated the lesson we had all learned. The city didn't need six superheroines fighting crime. It needed six super hot whores bringing spreading a message of joy.

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Four months later, all six women were pregnant and in jail for prostitution. Crime rates doubled in the city, and the mayor was thrown out of office for extreme incompetence.