"You'd better not go near her just now," Frieda told her. Wait a while, until she settles down."
"But she's the team captain and I'm new here," Cathy replied.
"Forget it," Frieda insisted. "We just lost. When that happens, stay clear of her. We give her all the space within swinging radius. That includes the locker room, the shower room and the street."
"But...."
"Believe me, you don't want to know her like this," Frieda said. "If you're smart, you won't let her know you exist."
"But I didn't even get to play," Cathy complained.
"And neither did she, the last five minutes, thanks to the referee."
"But she landed that other girl in the hospital. Not to mention two spectators. I'd say she was lucky to get only a five-minute penalty."
Frieda shrugged. "It was the wrong five minutes. We lost by a point. It will take her a while to get over it. That really pissed her off."
Cathy started to say something, but she was cut short.
"Fuckin' candy-assed wimps!" Brenda exclaimed, scowling at the open-mouthed girls. "You belong at a lawn party, sipping tea. Dainty little sissies, the lot of you." She banged on the lockers against the wall, knowing the sound would carry through to the men's locker room and they would know what it meant and who was doing the pounding. "And you guys aren't a damned bit better. There isn't a good pair of balls among the lot of you!"
The girls had frozen in their conversations or whatever else they were doing, to stare at the naked giant of a young dark-haired woman.
Over six feet tall and built like a Mack truck, Brenda wasn't anyone to mess around with. The full round boobs that graced her sturdy chest didn't sag, but stood out defiantly. They seemed more like muscular protuberances than milk glands. Her ass could have knocked someone over, if she'd swung it at them. She could pump iron with the best of the men, and it showed. But for all that, she was beautifully proportioned. For any man to look at her naked, was to spring an instant hard-on. Brenda simply radiated strength and vitality. Her smooth even tan, acquired at a nude beach, with her brother Jimmie and her loyal and intimate companion Frieda, added to that vision of health and stamina.
But she did have a temper and she used it to good advantage. At least, most of the time. Sometimes she got a little carried away, but few people had the courage to tell her that.
She stood there, a figure of menace, eyes flashing with anger, prepared to lash out at anyone and everyone.
Cathy, after one good look at her, realized Frieda was right. The smart thing to do was not to go near that furious, steaming, seething amazon.
Although Cathy wasn't a small girl either, and neither was Frieda. Both young women were six feet tall, and also sturdily and attractively built. But neither one could come even close to matching Brenda's hostility.
"Is there a problem here?"
Heads turned and most of the girls, still wholly or partially naked, covered themselves modestly with their hands or towels.
Baker, the team coach, had walked into the women's locker room, which he liked to do whenever he had an excuse for doing so. It didn't have to be a good excuse either. Paunchy, gray-haired and getting on in years, he was no sexual threat. At least not when the girls were in a group. Maybe he couldn't get it up like younger men could, but he still liked to look at pussy as much as they did.
"Good grief, Brenda, we could hear you in the other locker room, right through the wall," Baker told her, as if he was passing on information which she was unaware of.
"Is that right, asshole?"
"Please, Brenda, show a little respect for the staff."
"Here's your fucking respect!" Brenda exclaimed. With that, she turned around, bent over and spread her massive, muscular ass cheeks, revealing her rosebud bumhole.
Baker smiled and his eyes grew big. "Now that's more like it."
The girls quickly turned their heads so Brenda wouldn't see them laughing. This was what Baker was good at, defusing an angry and explosive situation.
"Aw, fuck it," Brenda said as she straightened up. "I should have known your nose would be up there the second I bent over."
"It's early in the season," Baker told her. "It's only a game."
"And your nose will be up my ass every chance you get," Brenda replied, cutting him off.
Baker shrugged, accepting her words of contempt.
"Go on," Brenda said. "Get the fuck out of here. And don't come back until you can show us that you've got your pecker up."
"Well, as long as there's no problem here," Baker said, backing away.
"The only problem here is that you won't show us your dick," Brenda said, taunting him. "Other than that, you could tell us where you were when I was getting my ass sidelined."
"I was making sure you hadn't killed that girl and those spectators weren't seriously injured."
"So what the fuck are you doing in here?"
"You go too far, Brenda. I've told you that before and I'm saying it again."
"Over and over like a broken record. If you can't take the heat-"
"You go too far," Baker insisted. "Not as far as that bitch I put over the railing," Brenda replied.
"Yeah!" said one of the girls. "That's right!" said another. Brenda smiled at her teammates backing her up. "That's better," Baker said, his eyes fixed on Brenda. "You know, you're a beautiful woman when you smile."
"Didn't you see me smiling when you looked up my ass?" Brenda asked.
Baker quickly disappeared around the concrete doorway as Brenda bounced a helmet against the door frame, narrowly missing him.
She went over to where Frieda and Cathy were standing. "New girl, huh?"
"Brenda, this is Cathy," Frieda said.
"Pleased," Cathy said.
"Yeah.-likewise," Brenda said. "So, Cathy, do you think you could have put a little muscle into the end of the game after they bounced my ass, or would you have done a little figure skating, like the rest of these cunts?"
"I-I really don't know."
"Me neither," Brenda said. "That's the trouble with newcomers. You never find out about them until the wrong moment, and then it's too late. Come around an hour early tomorrow and I'll show you what to do."
"Really, Brenda, I don't think-" Frieda began. "Of course you don't, Frieda. That's my job. That's why I'm the team captain."
"Oh? Is that why you're the captain?" Frieda asked, looking at her with a sly smile.
Brenda glared at her. "Are you implying that my pussy has something to do with it?"
"I didn't say a thing," Frieda replied, looking up at the ceiling.
"Lucky for you that you and I are close, Frieda. But don't push it."
"Hey, no criticism here, Brenda. A gal's gotta do what a gal's gotta do. If she has something between her legs that makes the owner of the club pant like a dog, she'd be foolish if she didn't use it."
Cathy looked from Frieda to Brenda, puzzled.
They ignored her, staring at each other.
It was Brenda who broke first. "Aw, fuck it," she said.
Cathy, having no idea what had gone on between them, felt relieved.
"Tell you what, girls," Brenda said. "Give me time to shower down and then we'll go for some brew, on me."
"We'll wait for you outside," Frieda said as she began getting dressed. Cathy wasn't asked if she wanted to go with them or not. It had been decided for her.
The three of them, in high heels and short shorts, full round tits jiggling, big thighs and muscular calves bulging, strolled down the street.
Cathy was an observant young lady and she was quick to notice that the close relationship Brenda and Frieda had going for them didn't appear to be all that innocent. Judging from their behavior, one could easily assume they were lovers. Cathy didn't find that shocking. What did cause her concern were the sexual feelings she was experiencing as she looked both women over. She found herself thinking that if circumstances granted her the opportunity to spend a night in bed with either one of them, she might easily give in to an intense urge to behave in a very naughty manner. Provided she was given some encouragement from the other party.
She was almost overcome with curiosity, and, trying to be as subtle as she could, she said, "Do you two share an apartment?"-
Brenda glanced at Frieda and smiled. "The three of us share an apartment," she replied. Frieda, me and my younger brother, Jimmie."
"Your younger brother?" Cathy repeated.
Frieda laughed. "Some baby. The kid is only two years younger than Brenda. That makes him 24. He should be getting married and settling down, instead of bumming around the country with his big, bad sister."
"Wait'll you meet him," Brenda said. That handsome devil will charm the panties right off you."
"Really?" Cathy exclaimed, trying to conceal her sudden interest.
"He didn't have any trouble getting me to drop mine," Frieda confessed. "When he wants them off, they come off."
"I'm telling you it will be love at first sight," Brenda went on. "What will make you really wild about him is when you see the whang that guy has on him. Frieda can't keep her hands off it."
"You should talk," Frieda said with mock indignation. She looked at Cathy and said, "When I met Brenda and started chumming around with her, she and that brother of hers were already sleeping together."
"Listen to her," Brenda chuckled. "Our apartment has one bedroom with a king-size bed in it. Jimmie sleeps between us, only Frieda never lets him get to sleep. I have to fight her off to get my share of his cock."
Cathy was stunned, but she tried not to show it. She gave a little laugh and said, "That poor guy. Being used by two horny women like you."
Brenda laughed. "Hey, he loves it. He thinks he's got it made. He's loved and adored, and he gets all the pussy any young stud could possibly want. He feels it's his duty to look after us. We'd be lost without him."
"I can imagine," Cathy agreed.
"No, I mean it," Brenda insisted. "Frieda and I are the big money makers, but he's the brains of this outfit. Without him, we'd never have a dime. He takes our paychecks and banks them for us. He gives us each a generous allowance. He takes care of the bills, food, rent and all that. And is he ever smart when it comes to investments. He's doubled our money in the time we've been together."
"Handy guy to have around," Cathy said.
Brenda gazed at her for a moment. "You look a little shocked. I take it you don't have a brother?"
"No, I haven't."
"You've missed a lot," Brenda said. "It's fun having a brother, playing with his cock, having his hand in your panties all the time, him sucking on your tits, sticking his finger up your ass."
"I had a cousin I fooled around with like that," Frieda told them.
"Having a brother like Jimmie, sure beat having to mess around with the guys in my neighborhood," Brenda went on. "I was known among the guys as Miss Goody Two-shoes, because I never let them have any pussy. What those horny fuckers didn't know was that in the privacy of our home, my brother and I were fucking like crazy."
"But your parents-" Cathy began.
Brenda laughed. "How it started was, one night after they were asleep, Jimmie tippy-toed into my bedroom, shrugged off his bathrobe and bare-assed naked, got into bed with me. That young devil knew I wouldn't send him back to his own room. He pulled up my nightie and the next thing I knew, he was on top of me. And the next thing he knew, I had a hold of that lovely big, long, hard cock, guiding it into my pussy. We fucked our brains out that night. And every night after that. Then when I left home, he left with me.
"And your parents never suspected?" Cathy asked.
"I think Mom knew what was going on after while," Brenda replied. She wasn't dumb and she wasn't blind. She could see the way Jimmie and I were always looking at each other, like we wanted to climb all over one another."
"I see...."
"Besides that, Jimmie couldn't keep his hands to himself when he was around Mom either. Except when the old man was home. He didn't do any grabbing then. He was forever hugging and kissing her, which gave him the opportunity to fondle her boobs and grab a handful of ass."
"Didn't your mother try to stop him?" Cathy asked.
"She made a feeble effort to," Brenda replied. "She always scolded him, but she loved it. There were times when he had her so hot and excited the crotch of her panties must have been soaked."
"Good heavens."
"More than once I had reason to believe he was enjoying Mom's pussy as well as mine," Brenda said. "I'd come home when I wasn't expected and I'd catch them untangling themselves from an intimate embrace as they sat on the couch. One time, they came out of the bedroom in a hurry, when they heard me in the hall. Another time, I saw Jimmie quickly doing up his pants, while Mom was smoothing down her skirt."
"Cut it out, Brenda," Frieda chuckled. "You've got Cathy so horny, she's going to jump the first guy we run into."
Brenda looked at Frieda with a sly smile. "What a shame. I was going to bring her home with us, as a special treat for Jimmie. He must get bored, banging just the two of us." .
They came to a place called The Last Chance Saloon. "How quaint," Cathy said, eager to change the subject. "This it?"
"Yeah," Brenda said with a nod of her head. "Let's go in and see what kind of trouble we can get into."
The western motif was in odd contrast to the flashing tubular neon that weaved it's way around the walls, its light reflected from the huge mirror that ran the length of the back of the bar, in front of which were rows of bottles.
A female motorcycle gang were the saloon's only other customers. Female, that is, except for the leader, who was a tall macho hunk. The girls were decked out in military hats, some in leather jackets, and some in denim short skirts. Others wore denim cut-offs.
"Look at that, will you?" Frieda said. "A stud and his harem of seven cunts."
"This place is a dump," said Brenda, making a face. "I don't know why I come in here."
"It does have atmosphere," Cathy chuckled.
"Brenda loves the action," Frieda said.
"Yeah, some action."
"Hey, if I don't mind, why should you?" Frieda said. "You're the one who's always checking out the bulges in the men's crotches. Me, I'm quite happy to go back to the apartment and jump into bed with your brother."
"Is that so?" Brenda replied, helping herself to a generous handful of Frieda's bountiful buttock.
"Aw," Frieda said with a warm smile, but trying to sound sarcastic, "Isn't that sweet?"
Cathy watched them. Regardless of what they had said about their sexual activity with Jimmie, Cathy understood there was more between Brenda and Frieda than camaraderie, on or off the rink. Perhaps when the three of them were in bed together, there was woman to woman sex going on, while Jimmie watched or joined in.
"Table or bar, girls?" Frieda asked.
"The bar, I think," Brenda replied.
The three of them, Brenda in the middle, sat on stools.
"Ladies?" the bartender asked.
"Three drafts," Brenda said.
They were served. The three of them turned around, glasses in hand, elbows on the bar, and watched the party, which was becoming rather wild.
As they watched, a girl with flaming red hair stood before the others amid raucous laughter and called out, "Now for the initiations!"
There were more gales of laughter. One of the girls detached herself from the group, carrying a round tray.
"Eight drafts," she said to the bartender.
"Listen," he said, glancing around as if he was looking for help, "You girls aren't going to make a scene, are you?"
"We are the scene, Dad," she replied, the peak of her military hat shadowing her eyes. "Don't get your balls in an uproar. You keep the beer flowing and your pecker in your pants, and you won't have a thing to worry about. Now get me eight drafts!"
Reluctantly, he drew the glasses, filling the tray and ringing the register as she plunked down the money.
"Here we go, girls!" the tall macho leader said.
The redhead, apparently his second in command, said with a flair for ritual, "Who seeks initiation into our merry band of road travelers?"
"Get her," Frieda snickered.
"We do." Two girls, dressed like the rest, replied together, raising their hands.
"Who offers them as members?"
"I do," said a girl with a blonde ponytail flowing from beneath her cap.
"Both of them?" the redhead asked.
"Yes."
The redhead grinned at the leader. "I hope you've had your Wheaties this morning."
There was laughter and whistling.
"Keep it formal," the leader warned.
As Brenda, Frieda and Cathy watched, a table was cleared off. One of the girls to be initiated lay down on it, bending her knees as she raised her legs and spread them. Her brief skirt rode up, revealing that she was not wearing anything under it. The leader moved in close and checked out her pussy.
Cathy let out a little gasp as she watched the leader drop his pants and undershorts, bring the head of his prick to the girl's pussy-hole and ease it in. When it was in all the way to his balls, he gave the girl a good fucking.
Brenda was intensely interested in what was going on. She glanced at Frieda and said, "He's doing all right, isn't he? That girl knows she's being fucked by a real stud. She looks like she hasn't had it that good in her life."
The initiation became a lengthy procedure. The leader burrowed in there like he'd found a home. The girl had her arms and legs wrapped about him like she had no intention of ever letting him go.
After the third time he fucked her gloriously, the redhead came over, put her hand on the stud's shoulder and reminded him there was another girl waiting to be initiated.
Frieda chuckled. "That redhead is worried that he's going to fuck himself out and there won't be anything for her tonight."
After the second girl was sprawled out on the table with her legs in the air, the leader moved in between them, smiled down at her and said, "Take hold of my dick and guide it in for me. You might as well get used to having your hand on it. You're going to be holding it a lot from now on."
As the stud's prick went into the cunt of the second initiate, inch by inch there were murmurs of excitement from the girls watching. Some gave him words of encouragement.
The stud didn't need their encouragement and approval. He was doing just fine. If anything, the second initiate got an even more lustful screwing than the first one did. The gang leader had hit his stride now and he looked like he intended to keep this initiation going all night.
"I think I'll join their gang," Brenda said. "I like the way a girl gets welcomed into the club."
"Forget it," Frieda chuckled. "By the time he's through with that second initiate, he won't be of any use to you."
"That prick is much too sure of himself," Brenda replied. "What he deserves is a really hot woman like me who can blow him away."
"Aw, have pity on him," Frieda said. "He has seven cunts to keep soothed and satisfied and that's no simple chore."
"Simple is right," Brenda agreed. "Simple is what he is. It doesn't take brains to dick seven cunts. Just a rod that stays hard."
When the gang leader finally pulled his prick out of the girl's pussy and let her get off the table, the redhead announced, again with her flair for ritual, "These two girls have been initiated. They are now members of our group, in good standing."
Fran gave a hoot of derision. "She reminds me of the news commentator who comes on after the President has made a speech, to tell you what the President said."
As the girl just initiated smoothed down her skirt, the gang leader looked over at Brenda, Frieda and Cathy. "I see we have guests this evening."
"We're your guests?" Brenda said, raising her eyebrows. "I thought this was a public place. We just happened to be here, that's all."
"The lady has a smart mouth too, I notice," said the gang leader, drawing himself up to his full height, because Brenda got off her stool and stood at eye level with him.
"Are you interested?" he asked.
"In what?"
"In joining."
Brenda shook her head. "We don't have bikes."
"That's okay, honey. You'll ride behind me."
She shook her head again. "I don't ride behind any man. I might ride under him, but so far today I haven't seen anything to impress me."
"You weren't moved by the initiation?" the gang leader asked, leering at her.
Brenda gave him her put-down look, gazing at him like he was something that had crawled out from under a rock.
"Is that what that was? Fella, you'd have to come up with something better than that for me. If that's the best you can do, I'd burn you to a cinder."
The gang leader didn't like what he was hearing. A macho stud like him wasn't supposed to take that kind of crap from a skirt. Especially in front of his harem. It might give them ideas. He scowled at Brenda.
"You want to take a minute to think it over? Maybe realize what you're missing?"
Brenda smiled. "No, thanks. That's very kind of you, but we're not interested."
"You mean you aren't interested, Big Bertha. Let these two ladies speak for themselves." He smiled at Frieda and said, "How about you, honey? You look like a real turn-on. You and me could go places together."
"I can't imagine where," Frieda said, taking a sip of her beer. "Once around the dump maybe, to see the sights?"
He glared at her, then put on a sweet smile for Cathy. "What's a sweet thing like you doing with these two bitches?" he asked. "Come on with me."
"I speak for all of us," Brenda told him. "Just like your socks, one size fits all."
The stud ignored her and kept his gaze on Cathy, waiting for her answer.
"I'm not at all interested in joining your group," Cathy told him.
He glared at each one in turn. "All three of you are lezzies. Hell, I can spot your kind a mile off."
"Then you were pretty dumb to invite us to be initiated, weren't you?" Brenda replied. "Maybe you're a masochist. You like it when three women tell you to go fuck yourself."
"I was giving you the benefit of a doubt," the stud said pompously.
Brenda smiled at him as she ran her hand slowly over her cunt, tantalizing him. "Isn't it strange how the pussy you can't have, is the one you want the most? You have command over seven hot cunts, and the one your tongue is hanging out for is the one you aren't ever going to get."
The stud's look grew deadly. "I think what you need is a little lesson."
"I know you're dumb, but you aren't really looking for trouble, are you?" Brenda asked.
"Who wants to know?" the leader asked, thrusting his chin out, advancing closer to Brenda, so that they were looking each other in the eye.
"What clever dialogue," Brenda said contemptuously. "I don't think I'm invisible."
"Invisible?" the leader exclaimed, throwing his head back, tilting his cap back by the peak and laughing. "With those five-gallon jugs and that big fat ass? No, Wonder Woman, if there's one thing you're not, it's invisible."
"Now hold on a minute," said the bartender, stepping through the panel in the bar. We don't want any trouble in here. Let's all just-"
The redhead put her arms around the bartender's shoulder and turned him around. "Now why don't you go back behind the bar and jerk off or something? You won't get hurt that way, and we won't be offended. If you make us mad, we'll have to teach you a lesson, after we've given a few lessons to these three gals here."
"One question though, Big Bertha," said the gang leader, fortified by the fact that the redhead was backing his play. The others would follow their lead. "Are you really a cow, or are you a bull with tits?"
There was an excited murmur from the assembled group. Brenda's face turned red, but she smiled at him. "You seem to have a problem. Why don't you tell Mother all about it?"
"Problem?" said the stud. "I don't have any problem." He glanced at Cathy and added. "What I have is an opportunity. A chance to take Sweetcheeks there, lay her down on that table and give her the best fucking she's ever had in her life." He looked around at the others, grinning, then said, "And you know what? There isn't a fucking thing stopping me."
"I've seen it before and you definitely have it-a death wish," Brenda told him. "Who's going to look after all those cuties when you and your pecker are six feet under?"
"Very funny," the gang leader scoffed.
"Why do you insist on hunting trouble?" Brenda asked.
"Me?" the stud said, drawing back in mock surprise, to the laughter of the girls. "Not me. All I'm going to do is lay Sweetcheeks on that table and throw a fuck into her. I'm not a troublemaker. I'm a lover. Ask these girls."
His harem laughed again.
"You're a real hero, counting on them to do your dirty work for you," Brenda said with contempt in her voice.
"No, no, no. At least not in this case. I don't see anything here I can't handle all by myself. After I've shown you the error of your ways, I'll throw a fuck into you too, as a gesture of peace and friendship."
"I've got news for you, cunt mouth. I've never been beaten, even by a man, much less a pussy like you."
The gang leader moved fast, but Brenda was expecting it. Her head moved aside as his fist shot past it. Her fist, with a lot of power behind it, struck him square in the mouth. He staggered back and crashed into a table like he'd been hit by a truck. It took him a moment to get back on his feet and then he was ready to get even. He came at her fast. Brenda darted to one side and he slammed into the bar. Whirling around, he swung at her viciously. Brenda dropped under his swinging arm and gave him a hard uppercut. That straightened him up and he let out a gasp when Brenda's knee plowed into his groin.
That ended it. He couldn't tolerate his family jewels being rattled like dice in a cup. He sank to the floor, gasping and groaning. The three girls leisurely finished their beer.
But if the stud was finished, his harem girls weren't. As the gang began to gather ominously around them, the redhead deftly assigned spots with her pointing fingers.
Brenda set her glass down on the bar and stood over the prone figure of the gang leader, writhing on the floor. She lifted one foot and planted her spike heel lightly on the indentation of his throat.
"Better tell your girls not to do anything that will make me lose my balance," Brenda suggested. "As you can tell, your neck isn't too good a footstool as it is."
"Don't-" the stud gasped.
She looked around at the girls. "What I want you ladies to do now is to get onto your little putt-putts and putt-putt down the road and out of town. Keep on going, as far as they will take you. Then and only then, does this piston pussy leader of yours get to join you."
Still, they stood there milling, uncertain.
"Maybe you'd rather gather at the cemetery for this prick's funeral?" Brenda said with menace in her voice.
"Do as she says!" the leader gasped, getting panicky.
They piled out of the saloon, except for the girl with the blonde ponytail.
"What's your problem, cunt?" Brenda asked. "He's my ride."
The battery of engines outside started noisily. The sound soon faded into the distance.
"Well, fearless leader, what's it to be?" Brenda asked.
"Peace," the gang leader mumbled.
She stood aside. The gang leader struggled to his feet and staggered around until he found his jacket and cap.
"You a pro of some kind?" he asked, looking warily at Brenda.
"That's right," she replied. "So don't feel too badly. You never had a chance. Maybe we didn't either against all those cunts. But we'd have taken out at least four of them. They owe their continued good health to you. Don't ever forget that. If you're going to be their leader, you've got to act responsibly and not let them get hurt. Maybe it's time you grew up."
As he turned to go, Brenda said, "Wait."
"Yeah?"
She reached into her purse and gave him some roller derby passes.
"Hand these out to your girls, so they'll know you were whipped by a pro."
CHAPTER TWO
"Winning makes me horny," Brenda said as they left the bar and strolled along the street.
"But we didn't win tonight," Cathy replied, then wished she hadn't opened her mouth. She thought Brenda had meant the game.
Brenda only smiled. "That's okay. I had that coming. I pulled an asshole stunt on the boards and got called down for it. I wish I had some decent backup, but I don't, and I knew I didn't when I started that shit." She smiled at Cathy and added, "No, I meant this little set-to we had back there at the bar."
"So what was the big idea of giving out those passes?" Frieda asked.
"Didn't you notice the body on that stud?" Brenda replied. "And the whang he had on him when he was fucking those two girls?"
Frieda laughed. "I should have known."
"A really good fucker is hard to find," Brenda said. "It would have been a shame to waste him."
"You figure you two may meet again and you might try out that whang of his?" Frieda said.
"Our paths might cross," Brenda conceded. "Who can say? So I figured, why put him out of action permanently? This way, with the free passes, he saves face with those girls."
"How so?"
"They'll know he got his ass whipped by a pro."
"I get it," said Cathy. "If they show up tomorrow night and see you in action, they'll know what their gallant leader was up against."
"Yeah, it won't be like he got put down by some ordinary dame," Frieda added.
Brenda said, "Maybe I should have sprawled out on that table when he wanted me to. He sure did have a nice whang on him."
Frieda laughed. "Well, if you're going to be a bitch, you have to expect to lose some choice cock. Damn, when I think of all the gorgeous studs we've met, who couldn't get it up because they were scared shitless of you. All I can say is that you've sure missed a lot of good screwing because of your hot temper."
Brenda smiled and shrugged. "Well, what the hell. As long as my brother Jimmie adores my cunt, I'll get all the screwing I want. When he finishes with my pussy, I'm soothed and satisfied."
"Me too," Frieda agreed.
Brenda smiled at Frieda and put her arms around her. "And you're a hot roll in the sack too, even if you don't have a prick. I'm just as hot for you as Jimmie is."
"How about a sample right now?" Frieda asked. "My favorite pussy, and you have to ask."
Their mouths came together in a long sensuous kiss that went on and on, right there on the street.
"Well, I guess I'll be running along then," Cathy said.
"Hey, don't go," Frieda said quickly, untangling herself from Brenda. "No need for you to feel left out. Come along and spend the night with us. I'll share Brenda with you. I'm not the jealous type. If I were, I'd have gone out of her life long ago."
"Sure," Brenda agreed, putting her arms around Cathy. "And like I said, I want you to meet Jimmie. I'll even let him fuck you first, before he balls Frieda and me. He may have trouble getting to you though. Frieda may push him away, so she can have you all to herself."
They all laughed.
"You're both a couple of loonies," Cathy said. "But why not? Whatever you have in mind has gotta be better than another boring night at the YWCA."
"Is that where you're staying?" Brenda exclaimed.
"You poor kid," Frieda said.
"What do you mean?" Cathy asked. "It's a nice place, clean and comfortable, and in a decent part of town."
"Nothing wrong with it at all," Brenda replied. "My brother Jimmie would love it there, among all that pussy. But what do you do when you want to get laid? Where do you go to find a stiff prick? And if you do find one, you can't bring the guy up to your room."
"You'd better move in with us," Frieda suggested.
"Right," Brenda agreed. "Then when you're lying in bed and you feel the urge to fuck, all you do is roll over and there's Jimmie, with his dick standing up like a fencepost."
* * *
"Aaah! Aaah! Oooh.. .yes!"
Cathy lay in the middle of Brenda's king-size bed. Frieda and Brenda were snuggled up on either side of her, each sucking on a stiffened nipple while between her widely spread legs, Brenda's brother Jimmie was licking her pussy. She moaned in delight as she clutched at Jimmie's head with both hands, her fingers tangled in his hair.
"Bring her all the way home, Jimmie," said Brenda, urging him on.
Jimmie redoubled his efforts, so that his tongue strummed Cathy's clit, teasing and tormenting it, showing her no mercy. Lascivious ecstasy and sensual delight surged through Cathy as Frieda and Brenda cuddled her and sucked on her succulent boobs. She climaxed, bathing Jimmie's face with her warm, clear juices.
Brenda moved up on the bed, so that her head was next to Cathy and they could kiss. And while they were kissing, Frieda reached over a little farther and nibbled on the lobe of Cathy's ear. Jimmie was oblivious to all that woman stuff. His head was buried between Cathy thighs and he went on doing what both Brenda and Frieda swore he was terrific at-eating pussy.
He loved eating pussy. He loved devouring his sister's cunt. And Frieda's lovely twat. And they showed their appreciation by bringing Cathy home for him to enjoy. He was bound and determined to give Cathy the best cunt licking she'd ever had in her life.
The three of them were bringing Cathy off again. Her body stiffened, electrified by the exquisite pleasure that was beyond measure. Her cuntal muscles went into convulsive spasms as her orgasm swept over her. The juices of her passion again oozed out of her and Jimmie lapped it up like it was nectar.
She lay there, panting and gasping for breath while Brenda and Frieda gave her all the oral loving it was possible for two horny women to give. While they licked her boobs all over and covered her beautiful face with loving kisses, Jimmie rose above her and brought the head of his prick to her cunthole.
This was as good a time as any to start fucking her, he told himself. She was sure ready for it. Besides, he couldn't hold out any longer. His throbbing bone-hard pecker needed to hide in a hot pussy. Cathy's was the easiest to get at. Her legs were wide apart. Brenda and Frieda were close at hand too, but they had their legs together. He'd take care of their cunts later, after he was through fucking the one his prick was now sliding into.
Cathy let out a moan of delight as she felt that awesome thing pushing it's way into her cunt. She gazed up at Jimmie and saw the look of pleasure dancing in his eyes.
While Jimmie's prick moved back and forth in
Cathy's cunt, he kissed her, Frieda and Brenda, the three women having their heads close together. After giving and receiving plenty of loving kisses, he hunched over so he could suck on Cathy tits while he humped her. To add a little variety to his tittie sucking, he moved his head to the left and sucked on Frieda's, then to the right and sucked on Brenda's.
He gleefully fucked Cathy while the hands of Brenda and Frieda were all over his body. No one had to tell him what a lucky young man he was. He was having the time of his life. He was in paradise with three pairs of succulent melon-size boobs to suck on while his prick was deep in Cathy's hot tight cunt. Being in bed with three lovely, young, hot-cunted women was even more fun than making it with two.
At first, it had been him and his sister Brenda, living together, sharing the same bed, fucking constantly. Then Brenda invited her friend Frieda to move in with them. He and Brenda gave Frieda a real workout. When he wasn't fucking her, Brenda was having woman-to-woman sex with her. Jimmie got a real charge out of watching his sister doing it with another woman. They had numerous ways to get each other off.
They never used a dildo though. like Brenda said to him one night when the three of them were fooling around on the bed, "Why should we buy one of those things when we have the real thing?" She took hold of his cock and playfully pulled on it to show him what she meant.
Now he was hoping Brenda would ask Cathy to move in with them. He was looking forward to that. He would be like a rabbit, crawling out of one hole and diving into another.
Finally, he lay his head on Cathy's pillowy boobs, panting and gasping after having fired off another load of cream into her cunt. Cathy was moaning softly from the joy of having been swept through another orgasm.
"Welcome to the club," Brenda said to her.
"Yeah, one more pussy that's been stretched by that monstrous thing he calls a cock," Frieda chuckled.
"How many are in this club?" Cathy asked.
Brenda laughed. "Who can say? I don't think even Jimmie knows. Whenever a pussy comes near him, he shoves his prick into it. He doesn't bother counting them. But Frieda and I have spent more time in bed with him than any of the others. You will too, if you move in with us."
"How about it?" Frieda asked. "Not that Brenda and I want more competition for Jimmie's cock, but I plan on spending a lot of time loving you up myself."
"Me too," said Brenda. "Living with us means you'll have three lovers and believe me, we'll keep you busy."
"You'll appreciate Brenda and me during those times when Jimmie is fucked out and he can't get his pecker back up," Frieda told her. "It doesn't happen often though, thank heaven."
"It'll happen more often after you move in with us," Brenda warned Cathy. "Keeping three cock-hungry females soothed and satisfied all the time can be quite a strain."
"We figure Jimmie will be an old man by the time he's 30," Frieda teased, because Jimmie, lying with his head on Cathy tits, was listening to them.
"I know," Brenda said, going along with Frieda. "No one will believe me anymore that he's my younger brother. They'll all insist that he's my grandfather."
Cathy laughed. "Well he hasn't reached that stage yet. I can feel his prick inside me stiffening up again. Can I have him again, or do one of you want him?"
Frieda stretched out on her back alongside Cathy and spread her legs. "Jimmie, pull your prick out of her cunt and get over here," she demanded. "Just because Brenda and I brought home a new playmate for you, you needn't think you can start neglecting us."
Jimmie moved off one body and onto another. As soon as Cathy was free of Jimmie's body on top of her, she was pulled into Brenda's embrace, and soon the two kissing women were a tangle of arms and legs. Jimmie and Frieda didn't notice them. Jimmie was busy sinking his cock into Frieda's pussy and all her attention was on how good it felt going into her.
While Jimmie and Frieda were clinging to each other, a lot of hot, passionate fucking was going on. Next to them, what Brenda and Cathy were doing might not have been called fucking, but those two women were sure having a good time, playing kissy-face and sucking on each other's boobs. After that went on for a while, Cathy got carried away. She slid down until her head was between Brenda legs, hell-bent on showing her she was just as skillful as Jimmie at kissing, licking and sucking pussy. Brenda lay there with her legs spread wide, her fingers tangling in Cathy's hair, moaning softly. Cathy tongued, sucked and chewed on her cunt. She even ran her tongue over and around the tender pucker of her asshole. Brenda went wild when she did that.
"Oh, I love that!" she gasped. "Jimmie and Frieda do that to me all the time and I go nuts."
"I don't wonder that they do," Cathy replied. "You have such a pretty bumhole."
Cathy ran her tongue along that brief span between Brenda's cunt and asshole. She gave her anus a few more swipes then put all her attention on her succulent twat.
Cathy did indeed know a thing or two about eating pussy, Brenda admitted to herself. She was just as good at it as Jimmie or Frieda. There was no doubt of that when she kept on doing it, until Brenda was having one orgasm after another.
Beside her, Frieda was having her share of orgasms too, because Jimmie was fucking the living hell out of her. As far as she was concerned, this was the most fabulous prick she'd ever had shoved up her snatch. It delighted her too that Jimmie had staying power. Sure, he fired off his load as soon as his prick was in her cunt, but it didn't even slow him down. That axe handle of a cock stayed hard and he worked it back and forth like a piston while he had her popping off like a string of firecrackers on the fourth of July.
Some time later, they switched around and Brenda happily kissed Jimmie's face as he crawled between her legs and planted the head of his cock in her pussy. As soon as he shoved his prick up in her, something seemed to click between them. Had anyone been watching the night's activity and judging Jimmie's sexual endeavors with those three women, they'd have said that, without a doubt, he gave his absolute best performance while fucking his sister Brenda.
It was like they were perfectly attuned to one another as he pounded his prick into her and she heaved her ass up from the mattress to meet each forward lunge he made. Frieda and Cathy, who were doing lewd and obscene womanly things with each other, like hugging and kissing, and sucking on one another's boobs, stopped to watch them. Brenda and Jimmie put on a great show.
After they had fucked each other into a state of sublime ecstasy, they lay there for a while, resting. And watching Frieda and Cathy doing naughty things with each other. Then Jimmie pulled his prick out of his sister's cunt and rolled off of her. Brenda reached into the drawer of the night table and hauled out a tube of lubricant.
Glancing at Cathy with a mischievous smile, she said to Jimmie, "How would you like to show Cathy what it's like to have your prick up her ass?"
"Hey now, wait a minute...." Cathy began.
"You haven't had a prick up your bumhole?" Brenda asked.
"Well, sure I have," Cathy admitted. "When I was still living at home, my Uncle Walter had me bending over all the time. That is, until Mom caught us in the act and realized why Uncle Walter came to visit us so often."
"Too bad," Brenda chuckled. "Now Jimmie won't get to break in a virgin ass. But at least you won't be afraid to take his pecker up your rear end."
"Who says I'm not afraid?" Cathy argued. "Uncle Walter's dick may have been long, but it was thin, ideal for going up a girl's butt hole. That awesome thing of Jimmie's will split me in two. Even when it's well lubricated."
"Nonsense," Frieda chimed in. "I've had his prick up my ass as much as Brenda has. Well, almost. Do we look like our rear ends have been wrecked?"
"No fooling?" Cathy asked.
"An asshole stretches just like a pussy does," Brenda assured her. "You ought to be ashamed, a big hefty broad like you. Your big, wide ass could take a monster cock up there."
"Is that so?" Cathy replied. "Well I have only your word that Jimmie has buggered your butt. Yours and Frieda's."
"My word isn't good enough for you?" Brenda asked.
"Don't take it personal," Cathy replied. "But when the welfare of my rear end is at stake, your word isn't worth a fart in a tornado."
"Maybe I should introduce you to the babe across the hall," Brenda said. "Delia is a fashion model. She's so skinny she has to stand up twice to cast a shadow. Yet, hardly a day goes by that Jimmie doesn't have his prick up her ass. He buggers her butt like she belongs to him, instead of her husband."
"So?"
"So if Jimmie doesn't go over there after her husband leaves the apartment, she comes over here looking for him," Brenda replied. "And I've never yet heard her complain about him buggering her butt hole."
It wasn't all that hard to talk Cathy into it. Brenda and Frieda could tell she was eager to have Jimmie crouch behind her and have his prick travel up her back route. She just wanted to be coaxed. What clinched it was when Brenda told her, "Well, you've had your chance." She looked at Jimmie and said, "Grease up your cock. You're going to fuck my ass instead."
"And then mine," Frieda added. "Just like last night."
"No-wait," Cathy exclaimed. "Do me first." She glanced at Brenda as she got onto her knees and forearms and added, "I won't have you two cunts thinking I'm chicken."
With his pecker well-greased, Jimmie crawled up behind Cathy's lovely big, wide ass and brought the head of his dick to the rosebud pucker of her asshole. He gave a little push as he held her by her hips and the tip of his cock went in out of sight. Cathy pushed her rear end back toward his groin and half the length of his shaft went up her glory hole.
Brenda looked over at Frieda and gave a little laugh. "I'm enjoying this. It gets boring watching him fuck your ass night after night."
"You've never watched us once," Frieda argued. "You plop your big ass down in front of me, spread your legs and insist I eat your pussy while I'm getting it up my rear end."
"That's a good idea, now that you mention it," Brenda exclaimed. Flinging the pillow out of the way, she sat down in front of Cathy's head, spread her legs and said, "Come on, Cathy. Have some pussy."
Frieda got onto her back and slid under Cathy to devour her boobs that were now dangling in her face. By then, Jimmie had his prick up her ass, all the way to his balls. Reaching under her, he tickled and teased her cunt while he began to ream out her rear end.
It was a stunning performance. If they could have sold tickets, it would have been a box office smash. Brenda wriggled her ass with delight as Cathy, with her head between her legs, tormented her pussy with her kissing and licking. Frieda, flat on her back, was making muffled sounds, because of Cathy's heavy tit lying on her face. Cathy was making some strange sounds herself, while her mouth was pressed against Brenda's twat, her stiffened nipple was in Frieda's sucking mouth, and Jimmie's prick was stuffed up her ass. When the three of them got off at the same time, they became a mountain of shivering flesh.
When they finally untangled, it was still far from being over. Frieda wanted her turn at having Jimmie's prick up her butt hole and she got into position. Cathy slid under her to suck on her boobs. Brenda stayed where she was and pulled Frieda's head to her pussy.
Jimmie crawled up behind Frieda's exposed buttocks, took hold of them and slid his cock into her rosy-red rectum.
An hour later, it was Brenda who was getting Jimmie's prick up her rear end. After she'd been properly taken care of, Jimmie staggered into the bathroom to give his cock a good wash. Frieda followed him in and did that for him. Then, when they joined Brenda and Cathy on the bed, all four of them were ready to settle down and go to sleep.
* * *
When Jimmie awoke, it was daylight. The girls were still asleep. Cathy was on his left and Frieda on his right. Brenda was on the other side of Frieda. For a while he was content to lie there, playing with Cathy's ass and running his fingers through Frieda's cunt hair. Cathy stirred in her sleep and turned over on her back. Jimmie turned to face her and began sucking on one of her tits while he fingered her pussy. Moments later, he was on top of her, sliding his prick into her cunt.
Cathy began making humping motions with her ass before she was even fully awake and knew for sure who was fucking her. All that mattered, apparently, was that she had a big, long, hard prick up her twat and it felt awfully nice.
With her eyes still closed, she whispered, "Mmmmmm.. .Do it, darling, whoever you are."
That made Jimmie laugh and his prick made funny little jiggling movements inside her cunt, which tickled her.
"Very funny," he said. "It would serve you right if it was a delivery."
Cathy replied, "I wouldn't mind."
"Put thoughts like that out of your mind," Jimmie told her. "I'm looking after your pussy from now on."
"Along with every other pussy you can get your cock into," Cathy chuckled. "How come you have a hard-on this early in the morning? Didn't you get enough pussy and ass last night?"
"I was just lying here beside you and you felt so good, I just had to have you," Jimmie said, giving her short little jabs with his prick while she wriggled her hips beneath him.
"Mmmmmm.. .I like this," Cathy purred. "You're giving me just what I want, your lovely big cock. I need it. Slide it up in there so I can show my favorite guy how good I can make it for him when he's screwing me. In case you've forgotten."
She moaned excitedly and wrapped her legs about him, her heels digging into his humping butt. It was the most heavenly sensation a woman could expect so early in the morning, she told herself. What joy it was to feel Jimmie's awesome prick as it moved back and forth in her hot pussy.
"Ohhh, Cathy...." Jimmie groaned.
"Yes, Jimmie," Cathy purred. "I know."
She started climaxing when she felt his deeply buried prick buck and jerk, then spew out its load of cream. His face was pressed onto one of her tits, the nipple thrust into his mouth, and he held her firmly by the cheeks of her ass while he pounded it to her. Her arms and legs were wrapped tightly about him and the room was filled with the sounds of their panting, gasping and grunting.
As they lay there snuggled up together, savoring the warm afterglow of their spent passion, a voice rudely jarred their mellow mood.
"Is it safe to go back to sleep now?" Brenda asked. "Or will you two only wake me up again?"
Frieda flung an arm over her and said sleepily, "Oh, shut up and settle back down. You're a bigger pain in the ass than they are."
However, no one got any sleep after that. When Jimmie and Cathy rolled off the bed, went into the bathroom and got into the shower stall together, they were soon joined by Brenda and Frieda. Though the shower stall was large, it hadn't been designed to accommodate one man and three women.
In spite of them being jammed in tight, to Jimmie it was what every man fantasizes about as a great way to live. He had the delightful chore, after they were wet from the spray of warm water, of smearing a soapy lather all over the bodies of three lovely women. He worked the foamy suds all over their jiggling, bouncing tits, their wriggling asses and each one's pussy. When they were all clean and rinsed off, they got out of the shower and he dried each of the ladies off. Then he dried himself off, put on his clothes, kissed each one of them and told them he'd see them later.
"I adore that guy," Frieda sighed as she watched him close the door behind him. "He's all cock."
"The best cock a woman could ever hope to have between her legs," Brenda agreed.
"A fantastic fucker," Cathy chimed in. "He just doesn't quit. Not until a woman is half out of her mind."
Brenda put her arms around Frieda and Cathy, gave them each a hug and said, "I'm still horny. Let's go back to bed."
"Good idea," Frieda said. "If I can't have Jimmie's cock, your cunt will do."
Brenda gave Frieda a push, sending her sprawling on the bed. She lay on her back and spread her legs, an excited smile on her face as Cathy thrust her head between her legs and gave her pussy a few swipes with her tongue. Brenda dropped her face onto Frieda's bosom and began kissing, licking and sucking. What Cathy was doing between her legs made Frieda buck her hips and cry out with joy. As she had before, Frieda felt stimulated, alive. She felt a power to respond, to absorb the heady sensations, to accept them fully. She seemed to be floating upward, propelled by the feelings that flooded her, lifting her on wings of ecstasy.
Brenda, sucking Frieda's tits, alternating between them with her mouth and tongue, and kneading them with her fingers, felt her head being raised and lowered as Frieda's breathing became deep and heavy. Frieda became ruddy beneath her suntan as her body heated with mounting passion.
Cathy ate Frieda's pussy through to completion, her hands grasping the backs of her thighs as she worked her secret treasure over with skill and expertise.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ahhh!" Frieda squealed. "Oh, you girls just don't let up, do you?"
Butterflies fluttered inside her abdomen and her cuntal muscles spasmed again and again as her juices flowed and she wriggled around in the throes of yet another orgasm.
Cathy, waiting until Frieda's last convulsion had passed, raised her head from between her legs. Brenda took her face away from Frieda's tits. For several moments she lay there. By then, Cathy had thrust her head between Brenda's legs and was eating her. As soon as she could, Frieda joined in, sucking on Brenda's tits.
"Oh, damn, you two sure know how to make me feel good," Brenda babbled.
Those two needed no urging. They went at her, kissing, licking and sucking, devouring her until her tits and cunt had been given another good working over.
Brenda had ahold of both of them, a hand on each one's head, keeping them pressed to their task. Frieda sucked her tits and Cathy ate her twat until Brenda's face and whole upper body flushed with her sexual excitement.
Frieda slid down on the bed so that her head was by Cathy's. Brenda lay with her legs up, her hands gripping the backs of her knees. Then, while Cathy licked Brenda's cunt, Frieda attacked her asshole. Then they were eating Brenda, fore and aft, making Brenda squeal, shriek and scream as she wriggled around in pleasurable torment.
Finally, Brenda settled back with a sigh of deep contentment, her eyes closed and thoroughly enjoying what Frieda and Cathy were doing to her. Gone for the time being was her toughness, her aggressiveness. Gone was the vigilant hardness of her massive muscles. Gone, too, was her hard-jawed expression of fierce determination. What was left was a large beautiful woman getting her jollies over and over and over.
With that odd combination of calm and excitement, hunger and satisfaction, novelty and familiarity that characterizes all good sex, Brenda surrendered to the feelings of ecstasy churning around in her cunt and asshole.
She felt every nuance of the attention Frieda and Cathy were giving her. She felt heat rising within her and welcomed it. She let her mind wander, allowing herself to forget everything. Her guard was down at all levels. She was in a state of flight from reality, even as the reality of Frieda and Cathy tormenting her cunt and asshole gratified her.
What wonderful companions, she mused, partners in servicing her. They were highly competent in the task in which they were engaged. They shared her universe, bringing her raw sexual sensation.
In a few hours, that evening, she would be engaging in another heady sensation-fighting. That too got the adrenalin flowing, the mind churning. For her, that gave life its intensity. Others did not understand. Not her teammates, not the coach, not the opposing team, not the referee. They didn't have a clue.
They didn't understand the sexual connotation of the imposition of force, the strength, the vitality within her as she released it against warm, solid flesh and bone to smash through their defenses, the opposition of her opponents, turning defense into offense.
That was the key, the turn-on for her. That was what the game meant to her, like an act of sex, the struggle. The danger. The possibility of injury. That was phase one-the stimulation, the arousal. That started the juices flowing.
To others, it was just a game, a paycheck. But she was not others. She was an amazon, a gladiator. She needed the stimulation, the agitation of the fight. Then she felt alive.
CHAPTER THREE
Smash!
The crowd roared as the vicious chop to Brenda's chest jarred her. but did nothing to make her lose her balance or stop her forward motion.
Smash!
Smash!
Laughter and applause erupted as the crowd realized that the two skaters attacking Brenda were out of their league.
Nevertheless, she could not pass them. If their blows were ineffectual, their speed was not. And merely staying on one's feet was not enough to win.
In fact, of late, the coach and Brenda were having trouble discovering exactly where the path to victory actually lay. That fact would not long escape the notice of Rouel Blain, the owner of the team.
Rouel owned not only this team, but a football team, a baseball team, and a chain of burger palaces called Joplin's. The one thing they all had in common was that they were all winners, big money makers.
It was too early in this round of the roller derby league to get really concerned over standings, but just the same, Rouel would quickly begin to notice the win-loss ratio. And when that happened, he would make his views on losing quite clear to all concerned.
Not that Brenda was worried.
She had discovered one of Rouel's many peculiar tastes. He liked his women big and strong, full titted and broad in the ass. She knew she could use that to full advantage.
Her visits to his mansion, the Castle, were something to which she looked forward with eager anticipation. So did Rouel. After he bedded her down that first night she was there, he soon found out she was the hottest, wildest and most satisfying piece of ass a man could ever hope to find. She was all the woman he could possibly handle, and then some. It took a lot of screwing to put out her fire and each time he did, he wondered if his dick would ever be the same after. So far, Brenda had not used her visits as political opportunities to influence him in any way. They had simply gone to bed together and fucked each other silly. Each night she spent in bed with him was a rather peculiar athletic event, which culminated in a manner she found particularly delightful. like when he fucked her up the ass.
And now, the whistle having blown as her team failed once again to score in the allotted time, she drifted around the track to her team's exit gate, thinking of the last time Rouel had his prick in her cunt. And up her ass.
"It's not looking good," the coach sighed. "I hope the men will be able to do something."
"Is that what we're finally down to, Bakie?" she asked. "Hoping?"
Baker looked down, embarrassed.
"I didn't mean it like that."
"Well, don't worry about it," she said. "I worked something out with two of the girls this morning."
"Oh, no!" Baker groaned. "Listen, Brenda, sometimes, much as I hate to say it, winning isn't everything."
He'd seen some of Brenda's wild plans in action before. He'd seen them and stopped them before someone got hurt. Her plans always involved the risk of injury to members of his own team, as well as to those on the other team. Brenda was not one to shrink from anything-goes victories. It seemed to Baker she preferred that kind of victory to one of winning by skill.
"Let's just see if the men can do something," Baker said cautiously, not wanting to ruffle Brenda's feathers.
The men lost a point, the entire opposition passing them easily. "There, you see?" Brenda observed. "They can do something, all right. They can lose."
The men did manage to hold their own to the close of the period.
"Watch this, Bakie," Brenda said.
"Brenda, we're not really that bad off-" he started to say.
But his remarks were drowned out in the roar of the crowd as Brenda led her team of skaters from the center. The enemy jammers were holding them nicely.
Brenda grabbed Cathy's hand and whipped her between two of them. Surprised, they started to take after Cathy. Frieda whipped Brenda level with them, so that she was actually skating between them. Brenda bent her knees and jumped forward, spreading her legs. Three of them went down in a jumble of arms and legs.
In the confusion, Cathy scored.
Two of them were all over Brenda, pummeling her with their fists. Brenda, laughing, covered her face with her hands until the referees could pull them off her.
"You think that's funny, don't you, you bitch!" one of them, restrained by a referee's arm, snarled at her.
"Yes, I do, darling," Brenda replied tauntingly.
"Clear the boards, ladies," the referee said.
He propelled the furious skater toward her own gate. The crowd applauded and Brenda, never one to be accused of being modest, bowed as she left the floor. Another burst of applause went up, including some whistles from a group of young women, all similarly clad in black leather jackets.
"Listen, Brenda, don't do that again, you got that?" Baker told her.
"Never-unless we get behind," Brenda replied.
"Damn it! Not even then. You hear what I'm saying?"
He knew only too well what it would lead to. He suspected Brenda did too. Still, all he could do was forbid her to do it and hope she'd obey him. Which wasn't-likely.
He wasn't one to miss anything that was going on, and he'd heard the rumor going around that the owner Rouel Blain, was getting his fair share of what Brenda had between her legs. If those rumors were true, it would make his position even more precarious than was already the case. He had to think twice before he clamped down too hard on Brenda's behavior in the game.
He knew Brenda had been to the Castle. That was not in itself all that unusual. Rouel Blain often had captains and stars, occasionally even coaches, there.
Sure. For congratulations. For pep talks.
But in Brenda's case, perhaps so the boss could have her pussy. Maybe he liked that beautiful big ass of hers too. Damn, anyone who shoved his dick up that muscular broad's rear end, was in danger of never getting it out again, he thought to himself.
He thought of those special heart to heart confrontations at which Rouel Blain was so good.
"Just tell me what you need, Bakie. Name it and I'll get it for you. I'm with you all the way. You know that. But you can't hold back, you know? You gotta open up. So let's have it. No bullshit. No beating around the bush. You got that?"
But Baker knew there would be bullshit. There would be beating around the bush. There would be waffling and bluffing and back slapping.
And the more sincere Baker would try to be, the more cunning and conniving Blain would become. Until, with Blain's arm about his shoulder, he would be told not to worry and be led to the door.
Then, in a manner Blain had not discussed with him, the relief would come. Suddenly, there would be a superstar, recognized or discovered, on the team, in direct communication with Blain himself.
Baker had seen it before, with both the football and baseball teams. The coaching staff were reduced to mere figureheads, the real work being done in planning sessions at the Castle. The coaches might or might not be present, with little difference in what was decided either way. It was the way Blain worked.
He considered his insights had greater value than either the coach's experience, or his intimate familiarity with the team. And Baker considered it might be working that way with Brenda.
Perhaps, in her case, even more than with the other teams or, for that matter, with the men's part of his own team. Blain's limo would call for Brenda right at the arena stage door, and she would be whisked away to the Castle. The next day, she'd be back for practice. Baker knew better than to ask questions, because it was none of his business. He didn't need Rouel Blain to spell it out for him.
Then he saw him. Them, rather. They were halfway up from the rail, mid-rink. Rouel Blain, flanked by his big brute of a chauffeur on one side and his private secretary in a dark gray business suit as always, on the other.
Baker was glad when the final buzzer sounded, because they had won by the narrowest of margins. But victory with the team owner present, no matter how narrow, was still a victory.
He watched the three of them, sitting there as the crowd, milling around them, slowly moved on and the arena emptied. The teams disappeared through the subway-like entrances in the center of the rink.
Baker waved at Blain. Blain smiled and gave him the thumb to index finger sign that meant okay.
* * *
Brenda, Frieda and Cathy emerged together, identically clad in white T-shirts, short shorts and high heels. They were chatting and walking animatedly, looking at each other rather than where they were going, until the sharp sound of motorcycle engines being revved caused them to look beyond the circle of light from the overhead bulb at the stage door exit.
Suddenly, a motorcycle roared up and stopped in front of them. It was the gang leader.
"You were sensational," he exclaimed. "Damn, you gave that broad such a shot. I couldn't believe it."
"Thanks," Brenda replied. "I'm glad you came. I wasn't sure you'd-"
"Much obliged for the tickets," he said. "I think the girls got a new spectator sport. That, or you got a couple of new recruits."
They laughed.
"Well, I'm flattered, I guess," Brenda said.
The gang leader patted the leather behind him. "I got a seat for you, if you're interested."
Brenda grinned at Frieda and Cathy, and said, "Sorry girls. It only seats one."
"No problem," Frieda said, putting her arm around Cathy and giving her a squeeze.
"So I see," Brenda said with a knowing look.
"How about it.. .Brenda?"
She smiled at the gang leader and said, "I'm game. What's your name, anyway?"
"Danner."
"Hi ya, Danner." She was about to throw a leg over the bike when she saw a big black limo, horn beeping softly but insistently as it edged it's way slowly through the bikers. "Oh, shit...."
"Problem?" Danner asked, glaring at the limo.
"Yes," Brenda nodded. "Listen, I still want to get together with you, because in spite of all the nasty things we said to each other the other day, I think you're kind of cute."
"That so?"
"Yeah. And I can't forget what I saw when you initiated those two girls into your group. You have a mean looking whang on you. I want to check it out."
"That's good to hear," Danner said, grinning at her.
"How about that bar tomorrow night?" Brenda asked. "Or whenever you can make it? I'm really sorry about this, but that's the team owner, so I have to more or less go with him. You get my drift?"
"Hey, it's no problem," Danner assured her. "I'll be there, until you show up."
"I hope so. Until then-"
She gave him a lingering French kiss to the tune of catcalls from the bikers in the background.
"Damn," Danner said as Brenda finally let him come up for air. "I think I wet my seat."
They laughed.
"Until tomorrow," Brenda said, as Ivan, the chauffeur, walked around the headlights, and opened the rear door of the limo for her.
She walked over and got in. Ivan closed the door, reversed his path and slowly backed the limo out of the alleyway.
Danner looked at Frieda and Cathy. "You girls want to join us?" he asked.
Frieda and Cathy looked at each other.
"For a couple of beers and like that, I mean."
"That's it?" Frieda said. "What do you take us for, a couple of nuns?"
A big grin spread across Danner's face. "What did you have in mind?"
Frieda smiled at Cathy and said, "Is it right for us to fuck him before Brenda does?"
"She won't care," Cathy assured her.
Frieda smiled at Danner and said, "What we have in mind is an initiation, like you gave those girls the other night."
"You got it!" Danner said.
* * *
Good evening, Brenda," Rouel Blain said, placing a beefy hand on her bare thigh, like he had some special right to feel her leg from her knee to the crotch of her short shorts. Perhaps he did, considering the number of times his prick had been up there where his hand was at that moment. "You look lovely this evening. Doesn't she, Stanley?"
Stanley, Rouel's private secretary, sitting up front beside the chauffeur, twisted his head around and said, "Yes, she certainly does. Good evening, Brenda."
"Hi, Stanley."
Stanley turned around to face the front again.
"That was quite clever, what you did this evening, Brenda, propelling your colleague forward and then tripping the jammers like that."
"Thank you."
"And the best part of it was that no one was injured."
"Oh? I thought the best part was winning the game."
Rouel laughed. Shaking his head, while he gave her leg a good feel, he said, "Brenda, Brenda, Brenda, what are we going to do with you?"
"I've got a pretty good idea," she replied.
He laughed again. "I don't mean this evening, Brenda."
"Then this is about last night, right?"
"Yes, I'm afraid it is. My attorneys tell me I'm looking at some suits."
"How can that be?" Brenda replied. "The spectators are wavered. Read the back of the ticket. And the player takes her chances like the rest of us."
"Agreed. But the problem is, Brenda, that there are three lawyers who don't happen to feel that what you did was simply the accepted part of the play of contest. They are sure they have an assault case.
Three assault cases, to be exact."
"And what do you think, Rouel?" Brenda asked.
"The same as my lawyers do, that it's inconclusive. That is, judging from watching the film of the event. The argument that a woman on roller skates lifted another woman and threw her, will be considered highly un-likely. That, as luck would have it, didn't get on the film."
Brenda shrugged. "But that's what happened."
"No it didn't, Brenda. Don't even think such a thing."
In the darkness, she saw the faint gleam of teeth grinning. "Yeah, you're right. That didn't happen."
"That's better." They both laughed.
"Don't worry about it anyway," Rouel said. "The witnesses will receive ample compensation for realizing they were mistaken. I'll pick up the workman's comp and expenses for the skater, give her a thou to soothe her hurt feelings, admit nothing and we're home free."
"That's fine."
"This time. This time it's fine."
"And next time?"
"I gotta know, Brenda. You tell me-is this gonna be a habit with you."
"Who can say?"
Rouel sighed. "Just what I figured."
"Well, what the hell," Brenda replied. "Do you think I go into a game telling myself-tonight I'm gonna bounce some dame's ass all over the deck just for the hell of it? What I do depends on what she does. If she'd played the game according to the rules, she wouldn't have gotten all busted up. To hell with her."
"My, you do have a temper," said Rouel.
"Well, it pisses me off," Brenda exclaimed. "Two or three smart-assed bitches get the notion they're going to do me in and when they get all smashed up for trying it, the coach and referees tell me to be nice. Let those cunts on the other team try being nice. They'll live longer."
"I was sure you were going to say something like that."
"Hey, you want the truth, or do you want a promise that doesn't mean shit?" Brenda asked.
He chuckled. "The latter, of course. As someone once said, there is an innocence in lying that is a sign of belief in a good cause."
"Oh, shit," Brenda exclaimed.
"Well, look at the predicament you place me in," Rouel told her. "You seriously expect me to allow you back on the boards, now that I know you could very well kill someone the next time? You could have at least respected me enough to lie to me."
Brenda cradled her generous boobs in her arms. "You want that damned trophy or not?"
"You know I do."
Brenda smiled. "Then you don't have much of a choice do you? You sure as hell aren't going to get it by taking me off the team. I'm your only hope."
Rouel fell silent. At last, he cleared his throat.
"It's not often one finds a combination of such viciousness and yet such intelligence all in one person."
"Really?"
"Until I met you, I had gone along with that sports-caster's description of what you like to do. Mindless violence, he called it."
The sportscaster had been right, she thought. It was a case of mindless violence, just like he said. It was incredibly dangerous, because when that feeling came over her, she could indeed do serious harm.
The leader of the motorcycle gang had been lucky. Some part of her mind had wanted that gang leader's body for future pleasure. There had been a hunger there and a sophisticated, intelligent woman's recognition of that hunger. Without that, the leader would have been history. It would have been self defense. But that was incidental. That would be a consideration after the fact, not before.
No, she realized, she could certainly not guarantee her conduct in the rink. Just being there caused a tingling deep inside her. The sound of the buzzer replaced thought with animal cunning, planning with reflex, sporting competition with law of the jungle.
As though he could read her mind, Rouel said, "To the victor, the spoils, eh?"
"You got it."
"Do I? We'll have to see then, won't we?"
Brenda caught the edge of menace in his tone. She remembered something else about Rouel Blain-he always got his way. That was what she had heard about him. Some said it in terms of admiration. Others said it as a caution, a warning. One didn't screw around with Rouel Blain.
But wasn't that what she was doing? She knew, somehow, that he would not tolerate that from her. So she had best prepare herself for whatever Rouel had planned for her. She was not invincible. She was realistic enough to appreciate that fact. She could be overpowered. She could be ambushed. She could be placed in a situation where she was powerless.
These thoughts, however, did not rouse her to self-pity, that useless emotion that numbed the instincts for both self-preservation and offensive action.
Though Rouel fucked her every time he brought her to the Castle, she did not know him all that well. When a woman knew a man's prick as well as she knew her own cunt, it did not follow that she also knew the man's mind. But she knew him and enough about him to realize that in any contest of their wills, fairness would play no part.
On either side. Because on the surface of it, Rouel was the reasonable one. He was asking only for her assurance that she would not become a homicidal maniac on the rink. And he was being gentle with her to a fault. He was not even asking her to tell him the truth. He was asking for a promise, sincere if possible, false if necessary.
He was a king, a reigning monarch, asking her to speak the words of ritual acceptance of his authority. He had no doubt been genuinely hurt. And with reason. As he had said, all he wanted was for her to respect him enough to lie to him. And she had shown herself unwilling to do even that.
Yet, she regretted nothing. She was putting him to the test, a test that could end up costing her dearly. But she didn't think so. Rouel was more clever, more self-confident than that. No, he would have to teach her a lesson. Or try to. A lesson was ill-taught if the student died in the process.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ivan held the door open for the passengers and, as Brenda and Rouel emerged from the limo, Rouel said, "Well, here we are-again."
Brenda smiled as she thought of the number of times she had stepped out of that limo, gone into the Castle with Rouel and spent the night being fucked by him in every position they could get into.
And in some interesting places. Of course he had fucked her in the pool. Everyone with a pool fucks in it as well as swims around in it. One of the ways Rouel entertained his women visitors was by screwing them in the pool. Brenda had heard those statements by learned scholars that it wasn't possible for a man to perform sexually while the sex organs, his and hers, were submerged in water. It made her chuckle when she thought of it. Rouel could have fucked while sitting on a hot stove.
He'd fucked her on a table in the kitchen and on one of the couches in the living room. He'd slammed his cock into her as she lay on a bear rug in front of the fireplace. They climbed onto the pool table and fucked there. Of course Rouel had to have it recovered after, because they'd left puddles of come all over it. Naturally they'd fucked in the shower. He fucked her from the rear every time she bent over, no matter what room in the house they happened to be in.
She liked to prance around the huge place naked and got a charge out of the chauffeur and the private secretary ogling her. Ivan and Stanley looked like they were going to die, they wanted to fuck her so bad. Yet they knew better than to even think of touching her. Rouel didn't share his women with the hired help. Though he didn't mind fucking the cook, whom Stanley thought of as his woman. And he screwed the maids, whom the chauffeur fucked whenever he wanted pussy, two of whom were Ivan's sisters.
They walked up the three steps to the colonial portico, resplendent in the light of an elaborate chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
Stanley sprang up the stairs and opened one of the double doors for them.
"I've given the servants the evening off so that we won't be disturbed," Rouel told her. "I know how you like to prowl around the place naked."
"But Ivan and Stanley are still here," Brenda reminded him with an impish smile.
"They're my personal staff," Rouel replied. "They never get time off. Being on call 24 hours a day for my convenience might be thought of as being extreme, but they're well paid and everything they need is right here. Each of my female household staff knows that one of their duties is to see that they get pussy whenever they want it."
What an ego, Brenda thought. Give them all the comforts and then you own them. Then you can expect two men to live every moment of their lives at your beck and call.
And this was the guy she picked to smart-mouth, she reminded herself. She shook her head, questioning her good judgment, as though she were an impartial observer. At times, she amazed herself, she mused.
Ivan and Stanley had discreetly disappeared to another part of the house.
"Why don't you go into the den and meet my other guest?" Rouel suggested. "I have a few things to attend to and then I'll join you."
Brenda made her way to the den and opened the ornately carved door. A large, attractive, blonde-haired woman, wearing a satiny negligee that enhanced her voluptuous frame, rose from the couch. She was a lot of woman, taller than most. She had big tits and a big ass. If Brenda wasn't overly impressed, it was because they were much the same height and build. The woman had plenty of everything, good looks as well as size, but what she had, Brenda also had.
"Hey, I know you!" the blonde said. "I've seen you on TV. Roller derby, right."
"Yeah, right."
Brenda stared at the other woman. Then it clicked. "I know you too. Wrestling?"
"Female heavyweight champ," the woman replied, pointing a thumb at her generous bosom. "Gorgeous
Headlock." She laughed and added, "That's my professional name."
Brenda laughed with her. "I'd never have assumed that was your real name. I can just picture you trying to get through elementary and high school with it. My last name, before I changed it, was Pousi. The first time someone called me pussy, I gave it to him good."
"I guess I was better off," Gorgeous said. "My name was Jane Smith. My manager changed it because he thought it would be too easily forgotten."
"Gorgeous Headlock does stick in one's memory," Brenda agreed.
Suddenly, Brenda saw the light. It all tied together. A professional wrestler. She understood now. Rouel's plan was sweet and simple. He would have a professional wrestler beat the crap out of her. He'd prove to her in no uncertain terms she wasn't the toughest cunt on two legs.
Or, perhaps by playing her own game and beating her at it. That would depend on what instructions he had given the blonde. And those in turn would depend on how well he knew her. If he really knew her.
He would surely know that in a combat situation, all bets were off, as far as she was concerned.
This wouldn't be like the other times, when Rouel made it clear to her and the other woman that they were merely putting on an exhibition for him. Those girls, his guests on those occasions, were stunning beauties, chosen for the generosity of their curves, not on their ability to defend themselves.
They were there for background-for her. It was her large, muscular, lithe form Rouel wanted to see in action. It was the sight of all that suntanned feminine flesh, massive and powerful, yet with a feline, feminine grace, flexing and gliding before him as she moved around the ring, that turned his pecker to a bar of solid steel.
The other girls were window dressing, stage opponents, whom Brenda would lift and squeeze, displaying their charms and her own, as they moved around the ring, pseudo-wrestling in the nude with each other. They locked up, writhed around, spread their legs and each other's asses so Rouel could get a good look as they played with each other in mock battle.
And Rouel, sitting there naked, his prick standing upright as he stroked it, was the sole spectator and he got hotter and hotter. After half an hour, when Brenda and her opponent, sweaty and disheveled, were panting with their exertions, Rouel called a halt and took them into his bedroom. He had the other woman get on the bed with him and, while Brenda watched, he gave her a good fucking.
Then he thanked the young woman and let her leave. He and Brenda got into the shower. He covered her from her neck to her toes, front and back, in a thick soapy lather. He spent a lot of time on her tits, a lot of time on her ass, and then gave her cunt a good going over. They stepped out of the shower stall and dried each other off.
They'd get onto the bed together and Brenda would squat over his face. He would begin licking her freshly washed cunt and asshole until she cried out with joy. She wouldn't be able to see what he was doing. She'd look down at the massive twin mounds of her ample boobs, only able to feel Rouel kissing, licking and sucking as he devoured her twat.
After Rouel had caused her to climax two or three times, he ceased his oral ministrations and Brenda stretched out on the bed alongside him. Then he slowly explored her body with his tongue, thoroughly, reaching everywhere, beneath her boobs, her armpits and all in and around her crotch.
He had her turn over so his tongue could move over each muscle group of her back. He quickly progressed to her spine, so he could spend a lot of time running his lips and tongue over the massive globes of her ass and the deep crease between them.
Then they would come to the main event, when she would turn over again and spread her legs and he would crawl up between them, bury his long thick cock in her cunthole and spend the next two hours fucking her.
After that, she would get dressed while he lay there with a contented smile on his face as he slept. Ivan would drive her back to her apartment in silence. This had happened quite often since she became the captain of the team.
Brenda knew nothing of his other tastes and sexual predilections, except what she had heard gossiped about, but she knew he certainly enjoyed the times he spent with her.
But tonight was going to be different.
This was no call girl, or model, or whatever those others happened to be. This was Gorgeous Headlock and she had a reputation for being deadly. She was the best there was at what she did. Sure, those wrestling matches on TV were all an act, especially when it came to the women. But the skills and conditioning, and the will to win were not faked.
In fact, the few times Brenda had watched them, she was led to conclude that it took more strength, skill and effort to control their movements, to hold back, to fake it and still make it look good.
The wrestler saw many openings in the course of a match. The exposed throat here, the vulnerable back there, the abdomen, the face, a thousand chances to overcome an opponent.
Yes, Brenda reflected, in many ways it was easier to beat a person than to stage a fake fight. And for this upcoming event, she was quite sure the blonde would not bypass an opportunity to win over her. Gorgeous Headlock had her orders from Rouel.
Or was she overreacting?
Wasn't it possible that Rouel merely wanted a change of pace, a show put on by two big tough broads? Maybe he just wanted them to work up a good healthy sweat and then he'd help himself to both of them. Perhaps it was nothing more than that.
But if it was, Brenda told herself, Rouel had better damned well be convincing. And she wasn't sure he could be convincing enough. What if he did say he wanted an exhibition and nothing more? Could she believe him?
That was highly doubtful.
Did she dare take a chance and trust him, and let down her guard? With a battleship like Gorgeous Headlock coming at her, that would be nothing short of suicide.
So be it.
She sat there on the couch with Gorgeous, two powerful big-titted, broad-assed women, who in a short while might be trying to do each other in.
Rouel, wearing just his bathrobe, entered the room and said, "Well, ladies, I see you two are getting along well."
The girls smiled at each other and at him. Rouel smiled, if it was possible for a snake to smile. Brenda wasn't fooled.
"Shall we go to the recreation room, ladies?" Rouel invited. "The squared circle awaits."
He led them down the stairs to a large room, where there was, in fact, a regulation wrestling ring, padded turnbuckles and all, replete with overhead lighting. The other paraphernalia, of what was ordinarily a well-equipped gym, had been moved aside, leaving the ring to occupy the center.
It was sort of a ritual with Rouel, Brenda supposed, to have the ring taken down and stored, then reconstructed for special events. like her other visits. like this one.
She wondered if this was Gorgeous Headlock's first visit there. Or if she, like Brenda, came here frequently to put on an exhibition, followed by a session of torrid sex. Perhaps Rouel used them both, enjoying a performance by Gorgeous one time and her the next.
There was no time for further pondering of the situation when Rouel said, "I want you girls to give me a fight. A real fight, not an exhibition. I mean, no holds barred. Got it?"
"Got it," Gorgeous said, her glance at Brenda no longer friendly.
"The winner walks away with five thousand dollars," Rouel went on. "The loser gets free hospitalization, of course. If that's you, Brenda, you also get workman's compensation. After all, it will be an on the job injury."
"Wait a minute," Brenda said. "Let's get one thing clear. If I have to really defend myself, I'm going to do it to the best of my ability."
"Well, of course you are, Brenda." Rouel said, smiling at her. "So is Gorgeous. That's what we mean by the real thing."
He looked at the lady wrestler and asked, "Do you have a problem with that, Gorgeous?"
Gorgeous smiled and said, "Not a bit."
Brenda shrugged. "Okay, but I think you two are making a big mistake."
"I'll take my chances," Gorgeous said. "Now are we finished with the bullshit?"
"Sure," Brenda said.
"Then strip," Rouel told them.
Brenda kicked off her high heels, removed her T-shirt and bra, then off came her short shorts and panties. Gorgeous simply dropped her negligee.
Brenda followed her into the ring.
Gorgeous struck a double biceps pose, muscles bulging, appearing to be carved out of granite in the harsh, overhead lighting. Her thighs seemed massive below broad hips. Brenda had to admit it, if only to herself, Gorgeous appeared indestructible, as awesome as a Mack truck.
The tingling sensation within that warned her of danger, served no purpose. There was no backing out now. The way out was through Gorgeous. Destroy her and she could walk away from this.
Brenda crouched, legs and arms spread, circling warily, knowing Rouel at ringside was looking up between her legs at her pussy. Gorgeous, somewhat bigger in every dimension, mirrored Brenda's stance. Brenda caught a glimpse of Rouel gazing up between the legs of the lady wrestler, his eyes dancing with lust.
It was just as she'd suspected, Brenda told herself. Rouel didn't think she had a chance in hell against Gorgeous. She smiled. They didn't understand, either of them, how lethal she really was. Rouel had opened a can of worms for himself.
Gorgeous, raising her arms, stalked forward, preparing to engage Brenda in the so-called lock-up position, arms on each other's shoulders. Which was an excellent standard wrestling maneuver.
It was a lousy tactic in a duel to the finish though, which Brenda was sure this was going to turn out to be. Gorgeous pushed forward with powerful strides, massively muscled arms stretched before her. Brenda appeared to respond, lunging to meet her with the same stance.
But, with speed so fast the eye could hardly follow, Brenda dropped an arm and, with the edge of her hand, struck Gorgeous sharply.
The women's heavyweight wrestling champion staggered backward, a look of stunned surprise on her face. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open as she clutched where she'd been caught.
Brenda had to give her credit though-she was a pro. She didn't stand there, giving Brenda a chance to follow up. She rolled quickly out of the ring, onto the vinyl-tiled floor.
She got up immediately and stalked around the outside of the ring. Then, propelling herself with rapid powerful strides, so that Brenda had no chance to jump her from inside the ring, she pounded on the ring with her fist.
Brenda turned in a watchful circle, centered in the ring, her eyes on the moving figure that radiated power and rage. Gorgeous suddenly threw herself into the ring under the bottom rope. She stood there in a corner, glaring at Brenda, gathering herself for a lunge.
Gorgeous knew if she could grab Brenda in her powerful arms, she could crush her. But Brenda knew what was coming and prepared to dodge like a bull fighter. Yet Gorgeous was no dumb, charging beast. As she moved forward with express train speed and power, she anticipated Brenda's move. One of her mighty arms shot out, snagging Brenda's twisting body, catching her off balance.
Brenda found herself suddenly lifted into the air, in an iron grip, the powerful arms of her assailant crushing her. It was impossible for her to draw a breath, the small of her back feeling as though she was caught in a vise.
But even then, she knew Gorgeous or Rouel, or both of them, had seriously underestimated her. Her hands were free and she had nothing to lose. Gorgeous was canny, not stupid enough to expose her face, keeping it buried between Brenda's fleshy boobs. But she had to breathe. So Brenda reached a hand in between her chest and Gorgeous' face, covering the wrestler's nose and mouth.
Gorgeous tried to shake her head, to burrow into Brenda's cleavage. Brenda raised her arms and brought them down sharply, palms cupped. Just as Gorgeous's corded neck muscles had saved her from a crushed larynx, so her thick blonde hair prevented Brenda's move from being a downing blow.
Brenda dropped to the floor as Gorgeous let go, the shock to her eardrums, to her brain, causing her to clutch her ears and step back, whirling, lest Brenda attempt to grab her. But Brenda was kneading her ribs, trying to catch her breath in an opposite corner of the ring.
They circled again, backing away from each other as they went around and around. Gorgeous, ring veteran that she was, was now all too well aware of Brenda's agility. She moved to counter it.
She stopped circling and bounced her big body against the center of the ropes. Brenda dropped to the mat just in time as Gorgeous thundered over her, hitting the opposite side of the ring. This time, Brenda rolled out of the way, not seeing any approach to the hurtling mass of angry muscle.
But Brenda did not dare let it continue. Gorgeous was picking up speed, moving faster and faster with each launch. It became clear that Gorgeous, breaking out of her two-poled orbit, could destroy her in a number of ways.
Unless-
With perfect timing, Brenda grabbed a passing arm. Using Gorgeous's momentum, she caused the wrestler to suddenly change course. Only the generous padding of the turnbuckle saved Gorgeous as she slammed into a corner.
She didn't panic, though. Ignoring her pain to take up a defensive position, hands grasping the ropes, arms supporting the weight of her body, back squarely against the turnbuckle, she faced the center of the ring.
Brenda wasn't dumb enough to go in there after her. Gorgeous's feet were lethal in that situation. Brenda would have to draw her out.
"Had enough?" she asked, taunting her.
"Why don't you come after me?" Gorgeous panted, her voice hoarse.
Brenda laughed. "I don't see anything there worth going after."
Strutting contemptuously, Brenda turned her back to Gorgeous in order to provoke her. It worked, except it was faster than Brenda anticipated.
Even as Brenda turned to face her, Gorgeous launched herself off the ropes and rolled toward Brenda on the mat. For a split second, Brenda had the odd sensation that Gorgeous had disappeared. Rouel Blain, seated in an armchair at ringside, playing with his dick, was sure now it would soon be over. Brenda was about to get pulverized.
Gorgeous tackled Brenda and she landed heavily, her boobs cushioning her fall. The sweat from her exertions stood her in good stead as her ankle slipped from Gorgeous's hasty grasp.
Both women were sweating profusely. Their bodies, with their generous curves and large breasts, writhed against each other, each woman struggling to capture a limb. Over and over they rolled, out of control.
Suddenly, it was over. They had rolled into a comer and, as luck would have it, Gorgeous hit her head against the ring post.
"Well done!" Rouel shouted excitedly as he let go of his cock, stood up and applauded.
Brenda, dizzy from rolling over and over, was not aware of what had happened. She rolled off of Gorgeous, who lay there, not moving. Then Brenda understood what had taken place. It had been an accident. No plan, no action of her own had resulted in her so-called victory. It had been a matter of random chance, pure and simple.
Had they started rolling half a body width closer or farther, it would have been her head that had hit against the post.
Surely Rouel knew that, she thought.
"Well, I must say, you certainly surprised me," Rouel told her, like she'd won a well-thought-out victory. He escorted her from the basement arena.
"I'm a little surprised myself," Brenda said.
"Well, on to better things," Rouel chuckled.
Brenda looked back at Gorgeous, still out, lying there, not moving.
"Oh, don't worry about her," Rouel said. "Ivan and Stanley will do whatever needs to be done."
Ivan met them at the basement door. He looked at Brenda like he was surprised that it was her.
"Any problems?" he asked Rouel.
"Nothing you and Stanley can't handle," Rouel replied. He jerked a thumb back over his shoulder and added. "Take care of her."
"I'll get Stanley," Ivan said.
"Whatever."
Taking Brenda by the arm, he led her upstairs and into the shower stall. She was washed from head to foot, front and back, with a thick soapy lather and Rouel's hands spending a lot of time with her boobs, her ass, her cunt and the crease between her ample buns. He dried her off and led her into the bedroom.
She sighed as she lay down in the middle of the bed that was the size of a playing field, which, in a sense, it was. She did not want to look at Rouel as he spread her legs and thrust his head between them. She said nothing as he began to devour her pussy. He would spend an hour down there, she thought. Then he'd turn her over and lick her asshole. He'd turn her over again, mount her and fuck her. He'd fuck her for hours.
She wished she was already back home in her apartment, lying on her own bed with Frieda on one side of her and Cathy on the other, and Jimmie on top of her, fucking her.
That son of a bitch, she thought. There he was, kissing, licking and sucking her cunt, and he had delivered a message she could not have imagined. She had no power. Gorgeous Headlock had no power. It was he who caused them to come together and fight. And he didn't give a damn as to the outcome. It didn't matter to him what happened to either Gorgeous or her.
So what, that she was tough. So what, that she could fight. Real power lay in the hands of Rouel Blain and others like him.
Still, she reflected, while he made slurping sounds as he burrowed between her thighs, he had overlooked something. She was smarter now. She wouldn't let him know it, but she saw him for what he was-the enemy.
CHAPTER FIVE
Gorgeous Headlock awoke.
She was alone in the ring. Feeling dizzy, her head aching, she clawed her way up the ropes, one by one, until she was on her feet and draped over the top one. Her head was spinning and throbbing. The world seemed strange to her.
"Wait, wait, wait," Stanley said, approaching the ring rapidly and climbing in.
Gorgeous, her vision blurred and unsteady, was disoriented, unsure of exactly where she was. But the figure in the blue business suit represented no menace. He somehow seemed familiar and he acted like he was concerned about her.
"Just take it slow and easy," Stanley told her.
Then Gorgeous remembered.
Brenda. And the fight, which had been the real thing. She had been told to win, but something seemed to have gone wrong.
No wonder, she thought. Some moves on her part had been particularly stupid. There were opportunities and she had blown them. Five thousand dollars, down the drain. All her struggle and strain tonight for nothing.
Brenda was no longer there, and neither was Rouel. Most-likely, she was upstairs in one of the bedrooms, with Rouel giving her a fuck along with his check. The check for five thousand that was supposed to be hers.
Now she was alone except for what's-his-face? Oh, yeah, Stanley, Rouel's private secretary. She no longer rated the attention of Rouel, only one of his gofers.
Stanley was using a thumb on her eyebrows, one then the other. He was looking into her eyes.
"Seems okay," he muttered.
"What's okay?" she asked.
"You've had a slight concussion. Nothing serious, but you'll need a little help getting cleaned up and dressed."
"Yeah?"
"Ah, here's Ivan."
The chauffeur joined them.
"Easy now," Stanley said as he helped her through the ropes and into Ivan's outstretched arms. "Here we go. Careful now. Don't slip."
"I've got you," Ivan told her.
For a moment, the chauffeur's face was in the crack of her bare ass as he took hold of her. It made her giggle. She noted that his nose was cold. When her feet reached the vinyl-covered floor, she stood unsteadily and gazed at him.
"You're big," she said, managing to smile. "You're even bigger than me."
The big blonde's naked body was draped between them as they helped her up the stairs to the second floor, along the hall and into one of the bedrooms.
"I feel pretty woozy," she said.
"It'll pass," Stanley assured her.
They propped her against the wall, taking turns holding her upright as they took their clothes off.
"What's the idea?" she asked.
"We can't let you go into the shower by yourself," Stanley explained. "You might fall and hurt yourself."
"Oh?"
"And we don't want to ruin our clothes by getting them wet," Stanley went on. "Don't worry, pretty lady. One of us will hold you while the other washes you. We won't let anything happen to you."
"Thanks."
She was feeling dizzy and too exhausted to think straight, but when the two men were naked, Gorgeous wasn't so out of it that she couldn't appreciate the chauffeur's hidden talent. The size of his cock was nothing short of phenomenal. It was the biggest dick she'd ever seen. The fact that it was in full erection made it even more awesome.
"Damn, you have one big beautiful cock," she told Ivan. "I suppose I'm not the first woman to tell you that. You've probably scared some women half to death when you showed it to them. I can't believe the whang you have on you."
"I'm glad you like it," Ivan said, grinning at her as he ran the fingers of one hand along the crack of her ass.
"I thought Rouel Blain had a big one," she said.
"But it's nothing compared to this thing. I wish I'd known what you were hiding in your pants during the past year I've been coming here."
Her blurred vision didn't keep her from watching closely as Stanley stepped out of his underwear. He had a long cock too, but it was thinner than Ivan's.
"You've got something there that a woman can appreciate too," she said, giving Stanley a friendly smile. "For a short guy, you're sure long where it counts."
They helped her into the shower and got in with her. They washed her thoroughly as she hung onto the towel bar. It seemed like their hands were all over her, spreading a thick soapy lather from her neck to her ankles, both front and back. Ivan made sure her tits and pussy got plenty of soap, while Stanley was content to make sure her big broad ass was carefully washed.
Gorgeous had never been in a shower with two guys before. She kinda liked it. She might have liked it a whole lot more if her mind hadn't been so foggy and she was more aware of what was taking place. Right now, she was totally dependent on them and she wasn't sure she liked that. She'd always been very independent, the kind of woman who never took shit from any man. Mostly, men were terrified of her. But these two didn't seem to be afraid of her. That was probably because she wasn't quite herself. She was feeling pretty docile, making it easy for them to handle her.
They led her out of the shower stall and dried her off. Then they dried themselves, after which they led her into the bedroom and got her onto the bed on her back.
"Hey, listen, you guys aren't thinking of-" she began weakly. "You wouldn't-"
They didn't bother to answer her. Their attention was on her big melon-size jugs. They weren't about to pass up a chance at something as delicious as those. Suddenly, Ivan had one tit and Stanley the other. They kissed and licked them all over, and sucked ravenously on the big stiffening nipples. They feasted on her tits for a long time. After all, they had all night. Why not party it up? Finally, they kissed and licked their way down to her nest of blonde pussy hair.
They each grabbed a leg and pushed it back up, spreading them apart. They stared intently at her pussy, split and exposed. And there was her exciting asshole, which to Stanley was very inviting. So much so that he put his face down there and licked all over and around her tender pucker. That left her pussy for Ivan and he pressed his face onto it. Gorgeous let out a little cry when she felt him licking it. He ran his tongue up and down the puffy slit and licked it all over, teasing and tormenting her stiffened clit.
Gorgeous didn't know if it was her weakness, her dizziness, her concussion or her sudden vulnerability, but she felt an incredible lassitude, an uncharacteristic willingness to just lie back and enjoy what was taking place. What the hell, she thought. Let these two horny studs have their way with her. She wasn't in any condition right then to argue about it anyway. So lie back and let it happen.
And it was certainly happening. The big blonde felt a warmth flow through her, fore and aft, as her clit came to life and her asshole tingled before the onslaught of those two sneaky devils taking advantage of her. They were thorough, enthusiastic and relentless.
Soon, her aches and pains faded from her consciousness. Sensations of pleasure, faint feelings of delight began to well up from her well-attended cunt and asshole.
Her dizziness seemed to merge with the pleasure, becoming a part of it. She was floating somewhere in a nebulous, undefined world that was soft and luxurious. There were just the three of them, having a good time together. There were no tensions, no anxieties and no power plays.
There was only her body and theirs, sensed by her as presences devoted to her pleasure and having no other purpose that she knew of.
If she was aware of anything, it was Ivan's huge salami as an image fixed in her mind. It seemed to float before her vision, big and isolated. He and Stanley were bringing her to the heights of ecstasy with their tongues.
But her increasing desire was making her hungrier and hungrier for Ivan's heavy equipment. The hotter she got, the more she became fixated on having that solid upright monster inside her.
If she had an urgent need for Ivan's cock, Ivan had no less of a need to mount her and fuck her. Pushing Stanley out of the way, he crawled between her legs and brought the head of his cock to her pussy-hole.
His lips were close to her ear and he whispered, "Mind giving me a hand down there, lovely lady?"
Gorgeous took his huge throbbing erection in one hand, spread her pussy lips with the other, and guided the great knob of his tool into her cuntal opening. Feeling his cock invading her body, she managed to bestir herself sufficiently to raise her hips and then settle down on it.
"Mmmmmm!" she murmured, as the long, thick shaft eased its way in inch by inch, filling her vagina, stimulating it to caress the great organ with its warm, smooth, wet walls.
"You like it, Gorgeous?" Ivan gasped when he was in all the way to his balls.
"I like it," Gorgeous purred.
He pulled back slowly, until only the head of his prick was in her. Then he went back in to the balls. As he did that over and over again, Gorgeous began to move her ass in harmony with his movements. After a while, their movements increased in speed until they were fucking like crazy. Gorgeous let out a cry and was swept into orgasm. Ivan's prick bucked and jerked in her cuntal passage and a flow of cream shot up into her.
It didn't even slow them down. They seemed to be of one mind that their first fuck was just for starters, a chance for them to get to know each other better. This second fuck was where it was at. Ivan proved to be a romantic fucker. He covered her face with loving kisses and Gorgeous happily kissed him back.
Hunching over, he sucked on her tits while he pounded his prick into her.
Gorgeous, running her fingers through his hair, gave back as good as she was getting and added a few movements of her own that had Ivan gasping for breath.
Stanley was a patient man, but when nearly an hour went by and Ivan showed no sign of letting up on her, he began to feel he was getting the short end of the deal. Sure, he got a charge out of watching them fuck. It was a real turn-on to see Gorgeous in action when she had a man on top of her. For a while, he was content to have a ringside seat and play with his dick. She was an exciting creature to watch. But he wanted her to perform like that with him in the saddle. And he wanted to mount her before she was all fucked out and too pooped to wriggle her ass any more. How long could she last? If he was going to get his fair share, he'd better do something about it real quick, he told himself.
"Come on, Ivan," he said. "I have as much right to her as you have. Get off and give somebody else a chance at her."
But Ivan couldn't give her up. This would undoubtedly be the only chance he'd ever have to enjoy this lovely creature and he was going to make the most of it. He was going to hang in there for as long and his pecker stayed up. Besides, she wasn't giving him any indication she wanted him to quit. He'd never yet stopped while a lady still wanted him and he wasn't about to start now.
But he had to do something to shut Stanley up. If he got the notion he wasn't going to get any, he might do something stupid. He might think of a way to fuck up the good time he was having with Gorgeous. So Ivan, without pulling his prick out of the lady's cunt, rolled off of her onto his back and pulled her over on top of him.
"Use the other hole," he said. "You love her ass so much, go to it!"
Ivan went right on fucking her. Gorgeous adjusted to this new position without any trouble at all. In fact, she was now better able to move her ass, and she showed him she really knew how to move it. Clamping her mouth onto his in a hot, passionate kiss, she gave him some action he'd never had from a woman before. Watching them, Stanley found it difficult to tell who was fucking whom.
Crawling up behind her, he spread Gorgeous' generous buttocks, exposing her asshole, and he was thrilled by the sight. For a while, he watched Ivan's meat piston as it shafted in and out of Gorgeous' twat. He brought the head of his own prick forward and felt the heat of her rectum against the head of it. He gave a push and the bulbous-shaped head disappeared up her ass, along with two inches of shaft. He pushed deeper, timing it so that it went in as Ivan's cock moved out.
He went deeper up her ass in a series of short lunges, moving forward a little each time Ivan's monster moved back. It wasn't long until his prick was up her ass all the way to his balls. He could feel the movement of Ivan's rampant intruder as it moved in and out of her. Even Gorgeous' large capacity was taxed by it's hugeness.
Now that his prick was buried in her rear end, he found he really did not have to move at all. He could quite happily just hang in there. Ivan and Gorgeous's combined movements did all that was necessary to stimulate his throbbing pecker, filling the length of her anal passage.
It stunned Gorgeous's senses to realize she had two pricks in her at the same time. From the time she'd lost her cherry until now, she'd been fucked under some really freaky circumstances, but this was outrageously far out. Not that she was about to do anything so foolish as to demand that they stop.
As for Ivan, she hoped he could go on like this forever. She felt her strength returning. It was a sexual strength, a sexual energy. As Ivan's prick continued its steady action, she participated more and more actively. She rolled her hips around, reaming her vagina with Ivan's monumental baton while Stanley's long, slender prick up her ass gave her a feeling of erotic fullness.
She relaxed her asshole completely, so that Stanley found he could move quite comfortably in and out. The three of them went at it, bumping and grinding, in the throes of a passion that was not at all restrained.
* * *
"They're really having themselves a ball, aren't they?" Rouel chuckled as he and Brenda watched the action on the TV tube.
Brenda, her mind agog with the depths of Rouel's control, sat beside him, both of them naked, taking in the show by way of closed circuit TV.
She had thought at first that they were going to watch something on a regular TV set when Rouel flicked it on. Then she noticed the subtle differences in the knobs. After that, when she saw Ivan and Stanley put Gorgeous down on the bed, she realized there had to be a hidden camera device somewhere in that bedroom.
"Do they know they're being watched?" Brenda asked.
"No," Rouel chuckled. "Not even Ivan and Stanley. "I've watched Ivan fuck the cook a good many times. And Stanley has fucked all the maids in that room."
Rouel would have been surprised at her, at her reaction, or rather, her lack of it, if he had bothered to notice. But he hadn't. Maybe it didn't matter to him what she thought of it. She might have enjoyed the performance too, under different circumstances.
She disapproved of what was taking place, because it seemed to her to be rather unsporting. Ivan and Stanley she could understand. They were men who, for whatever reason, had given up their own lives to become incidental parts of Rouel's. It was only natural they would grab whatever pussy came their way. Men like them were like that.
As for Gorgeous, Brenda knew the lady wrestler was a hot piece of flesh to Rouel.
Brenda wasn't critical of the sex act they were performing. She had experienced that several times, two men and her, a prick in her cunt and another up her ass. But she was in full control of the situation. She had even suggested it.
Now that her sexual desires had been aroused, Gorgeous looked more like her usual aggressive self, determined to get her jollies right along with Ivan and Stanley. It would serve those two clowns right if she fucked the living hell out of both of them, Brenda thought. She hoped Gorgeous would burn them to a cinder, leave them a couple of shattered wrecks.
Rouel was no better, she thought. He didn't give a damn about Gorgeous. He'd say to hell with her. like he would her, if she had lost and Gorgeous had won. If Gorgeous had been the victor, she would be sitting here on the bed, with Rouel sucking on her tits and fingering her cunt. And, Brenda thought, she would be there in the situation Gorgeous was in now, being fucked by those two studs. And Rouel wouldn't care.
Inspired by what he was seeing and feeling, Rouel's pecker was standing straight and stiff. He was feeling his oats. He was in a mood to fuck.
But Brenda, wet from having his tongue all over her and being sweaty from her ordeal in the ring, said, "Why don't you hold that thought," referring to his hard-on, "while I take a quick shower?"
"Good idea," Rouel said agreeably. "Those three will hold my interest until you get back."
She left him sitting there, watching the action on the screen with total absorption.
In the shower stall, she gave herself a thorough wash. It gave her time to think about Rouel and her relationship with him. She was letting him use her and getting a good price for it. But this latest stunt of his had been really dangerous. It could have done her in.
Tonight hadn't been a harmless exhibition or a casual brawl. It had been the real thing. She could easily have lost the match. On the other hand, if fate hadn't intervened, Gorgeous might have really gotten seriously hurt and she could have been in trouble with the law. Would Rouel have stood behind her? Only so far as he was protecting himself. Otherwise, he'd let her take the rap. Rouel was paying her plenty, but it wasn't enough.
Her attraction to brawling could have been fatal, for her or her opponent. All for Rouel's amusement. She decided there was no way she was going to be this stupid again.
To Rouel's way of thinking, she had gained a kind of title, and sportsman that he was, he would expect her to help him get his jollies again.
But she would not. She dare not. What if he came up with some martial arts expert next time? Gorgeous Headlock had been a formidable opponent, because of her size and strength. But she was basically a wrestler, an exhibitionistic actress. She was there as much for her good looks, her charms and her acting ability as for her athletic prowess and strength.
Next time, who knew?
The other thing was that in the rink, sooner or later, she would again do something that would piss Rouel off and he would want to get even with her, to punish her for it.
Never mind the fact that she didn't do it to defy him, that it was merely the exercise of her competitive judgment. Or her unreasoning anger.
She was going to win, which would endear her to Rouel. But she was going to win her way, which would anger him. She knew that no one defied Rouel Blain and got away with it. So there she had a problem, one with no evident solution.
Perhaps she could reason with him. Sure, but she dare not argue with him. He would tolerate no argument, no opposition of any kind, from her or anyone else.
Unless she could convince him she was more than just a skater, more than just an employee, more than just one more broad for him to throw a fuck into whenever he wanted.
Rouel was single. He was built, although perhaps a little on the beefy side. He had a whang on him that could hold any woman's interest, and he had a voracious sexual appetite. They would make a very good-looking couple. It made good sense for her to give it her best shot.
She dried herself carefully, combed her hair and came back into the bedroom. She pulled him back onto the bed and pressed her lips to the head of his upright cock. She sucked it like it was a lollipop. Then she pumped her head up and down on it, feeling its eat, its vibrancy. Rouel's hips began to pump reflexively.
"You lay back and take it easy," she said.
And he did, propping his head on a pillow so he could enjoy the view.
It wasn't long until she blew him. She went right on sucking him until she blew him a second time. She continued sucking, to make sure his dick would remain firm. Satisfied that it would remain tall for the long haul, she straddled him, guided his cock into her spread and waiting cunt as she squatted.
She setUed down on him, leaning forward so that he was able to help himself to her tits as they hung down in his face. His arms came out from behind his head so he could fondle her melons as he sucked them.
Her hips began to rotate as she leaned forward. She moaned happily as his big cock reamed out her cunt. His hand and mouth movements, tentative and mechanical at first, soon became impassioned as the heat within him rose. His face and body became flushed with his mounting sexual excitement.
Brenda wanted to make this a long, slow, meaningful fuck, so she rotated in a steady movement, feeling his prick's hardness moving back and forth inside her. She made eye contact, smiling down at him as they fucked. She concentrated on her technique, using her knees and elbows for leverage. Her broad hips moved up and down with piston action.
Sensing his breathing becoming more labored, she moved her hips round and round, changing pace, speeding up or slowing down, regulating the action, controlling it.
Now she had him.
She had transported him out of his zone of power and into hers. She knew that his cynicism, his power-hungry outlook and schemes, his studied indifference to her as a person-all that had been cast aside, forgotten for the moment.
Now there was only the two of them, man and woman fucking.
Well, not really.
Because she was in charge, a part of her mind controlling the action with a cool, calculating detachment of a laboratory technician.
But that was all right. He would not know, could not know that this was the case. He would think he was her hope and inspiration.
Which in a way, he was, but not the way he thought. She found him sexually adequate, but uninspiring. No, what turned her on was herself, her power, the reaction and arousal she was inspiring in him, not the other way around.
It was the same as the excitement of fighting, the imposition of her strength, her will, on a struggling opponent. And that was exactly the way it was working.
She had him in her power, her pussy's hold on his rampant intruder as firm as any headlock. She understood that her struggle was through her body, but with his mind. Her body was sending him a message, as strong and clear as the one he had sent earlier to her, through the arrangements he had made. She fervently hoped her message would be received and accepted far more positively than had his to her.
On and on she rode his prick, not too fast, not too slow, feeling every change in his level of arousal, every nuance of his body heat, in the urgency with which he was sucking her tits and running his fingers along the crack of her ass.
Then she felt the warmth within herself begin to glow, and she did not welcome it. Not this time. This called for a cool, technical detachment, for putting on an act for his benefit, while retaining absolute control.
Her pussy was drooling freely, lubricating her hot vagina, even as it sucked the vibrant, pulsing cock with its lips and internal muscles.
She peered intensely into Rouel's flushed, sweating face and decided it was not too soon to bring him all the way home.
She let herself become disoriented. Her mind wandered. It filled with images of Jimmie, seeing him spread her legs apart, seeing him licking her cunt. She saw and felt him seal his mouth to her aching snatch. And even as Rouel's thick cock rubbed up and down on her clit, she imagined Jimmie mounting her and shoving his lovely cock up into her. As Brenda's pelvis accelerated, rotating as it moved up and down on Rouel's big slippery pole, in her mind it was Jimmie who was fucking her into a state of ecstasy.
Rouel let out a guttural cry, thrilled by a thousand sensations of pleasure, uniting with Brenda in an exquisite, irresistible feeling of joy beyond measure.
He was coming, his hot jism shooting up into Brenda's eager, grasping cunt, filling her with his hot, thick cream. And Brenda was coming, her vagina and labia convulsing and drooling as they milked Rouel's tumescent prick of the load of his passion.
She did not clutch up but rode him all the way home, her hips bucking and grinding wildly, even as her cunt gripped and pulled, squeezed and sucked his discharging prick.
When his last spurt and her last spasm had passed, she let herself melt down on top of him. He put his arms around her, flattening her melons against his chest.
They lay there embracing for what seemed a long time before, smiling at her, Rouel finally released his hold.
CHAPTER SIX
"What do you call that?" Brenda asked, snarling, her face inches away from that of the captain of the opposing team.
Frieda, bleeding from the lip, which had caught an elbow after play had expired, was holding her face.
The captain gave her a syrupy sweet smile and said, "Why complain to me? If one of your girls is too slow-witted to get her face out of the way in time, replace her with one who can get her ass in gear and move faster. A busted lip is all part of the game, my dear."
"Bullshit!" Brenda shot back. "Not after the whistle blows, you two-bit cunt! And I'm not your dear."
"Blow this, sugar," said the captain, moving away and making a gesture with her hand on her cunt.
"I'll blow more than that when I catch you later, you frazzle-assed lez!" Brenda called after her.
The referee, relieved that they hadn't carried the dispute further, tooted his whistle to resume play. They could kill themselves if they wanted, he thought to himself, as long as they did it somewhere else.
The girls cleared off as the men skated onto the boards. Brenda smiled sweetly and waved at Rouel Blain, seated in the stands. He gave her a thumbs up.
There had been provocation and except for a few harsh words exchanged, Brenda had swallowed it. At least that would be the perception from where Rouel sat. He wouldn't know that her blood was boiling, or that she planned to do something about it later. She promised herself that the babe who elbowed Frieda in the mouth was going to pay.
It didn't have to happen but it was going to, because Brenda had to know. She had to know if her romp on the bed with Rouel the previous night had an effect on him. If it did, that would bring it out. It would make him show her where he was coming from, with respect to her.
Since last night, it had not been hard for her to control herself. It had become very easy, because of one simple fact he had revealed to her. To him, the roller derby didn't mean shit. There was nothing there worth getting upset about. It was a dying sport.
Last night after Brenda had gotten dressed, Rouel called a taxi for her, because Ivan the chauffeur hadn't gotten back from taking Gorgeous home. On her own way home, she realized something.
Rouel Blain telling a player on any of his teams to hold back, to take it easy? Hah! That didn't happen. That ran counter to the grain of everything that Rouel stood for. When it came to his teams, to athletic competition, the objective was to win, no matter what the cost.
He had always done everything he could to encourage more and more aggressiveness. Sometimes he even sided with the players against the coaches when they complained of conduct that was unsportsmanlike.
So what that told her was that he was dumping the franchise and he didn't want any problems. This would probably be the last season of his interest in the team. He just wanted it to grind smoothly to a halt while he negotiated with a party less crafty, less keen in judgment than he was. He would let the potential new owners negotiate him down to where they would be secretly chuckling over the one they were putting over on him.
Then they would discover, when it was too late, that there would be no more capacity crowds that next year. There would not even be TV coverage.
Brenda had suspected for some time that this was the case. There was a deadness, a silence, lurking in the background during the crowd's wildest moments. She could sense it, even in the midst of scuffles and heated arguments. It was as though the arena was somehow located in a vast, empty, dark plain, isolated from anything else in every direction.
But going after an opponent would bring a reaction from Rouel, guar-an-damn-teed.
That was what counted, as far as she was concerned, to bring him out, to force him to declare his intentions regarding her, if he had any.
* * *
Naked except for a towel draped about her, Brenda strode with determined steps from her dressing room to the one occupied by the opposing team.
At the entrance, a uniformed guard made a move to stop her, then decided he'd rather not. She smiled at him and moved quickly inside, where he chose not to follow her. It was a women's dressing room, filled with wild women who were damned strong. They might do things to a uniformed guard. like messing up his uniform by throwing him into the shower. For a lousy five-fifty an hour, it was not worth the dry-cleaning bill.
So he let her go, without her having to prove to him he did not have the power to stop her. So now it was confrontation time.
"Hey! You can't come in here, you moron!" said the captain of the opposing team, standing naked at the entrance to the showers.
"Tell me something I don't know, douche bag!" Brenda replied as she advanced toward the other woman.
"Scram, you bitch, before we throw you out of here!"
But the other girls on her team merely formed a circle around the two of them. The only throwing the team captain could count on was what she could do herself.
"Before I give you what you deserve," Brenda replied, "I want to know why you hit Frieda in the mouth after the whistle was blown."
"Aw, what are you making such a fuss about?" the team captain replied, standing defiantly with her hands on her hips, water dripping off of her. "It's not like she has to depend on her good looks to make her living. She's not a fashion model." Pleased with her clever, biting remark, she had to add a bit more. "So her face got smacked, it isn't going to keep her off the boards. She can still skate around and get in the way."
"You just felt like doing it, is that it?"
"Yeah, that's it. I felt like it. So what?"
"Well I can understand that," Brenda said reasonably. "I can accept the fact you have a right to do that."
"Yeah? Well, good."
"But I have the same rights and privileges you have," Brenda told her. "If it's okay for you, it's okay for me."
"What do you mean," the woman asked, looking warily at Brenda and moving back a step.
"If it's okay for you to mess up Frieda, it's okay for me to mess you up. And darling, are you going to be a mess when I'm through with you."
It was the perfect moment for Brenda to let fly with a blow that would slam the woman back against the shower wall, but she couldn't. She had to let her opponent have the first swing. She would need that as her argument later.
"You think so?" the woman said, missing a good chance to get in the first blow, since Brenda hadn't followed up her threat with an attack.
"I said so, didn't I?"
"You're asking for it-"
"That's good news for you, isn't it? Or maybe you'd rather chicken out and tell Frieda you're sorry?"
"Apologize to that cunt? That will be the day."
"You're just gonna stand there and talk me to death?"
"You're the one who's talking."
"I'm just letting you prove to these girls that you're yellow. You can only strike when someone isn't expecting it. How come you're leading this team when you have no guts?"
That did it.
Goaded to the point where she momentarily lost her cool, the team captain threw a blow that would have jarred Brenda's head if it had landed. Even so, it was a lightning fast uppercut that Brenda was almost, but not quite, fast enough to duck. It caught her, but not full force. It split her lower lip slightly, drawing blood.
Brenda put a finger to her lip, then looked at the blood.
Suddenly confident at having gotten in the first blow and caused some damage, however minor, the team captain took a moment to gloat, instead of following through with her attack. Perhaps she thought one blow was enough to discourage Brenda and she'd leave.
"Aw, did babykins hurt her wittle wip?" she taunted.
Brenda smiled. The dumb broad had walked right into her trap. It was okay now to attack her. She gave her opponent a roundhouse right that sent her toppling backwards. Her feet slipped on the wet tile of the shower floor and she went down. Not hard, though, because she was trained to fall. But it was hard enough to draw murmurs from the team players watching the action.
The woman got up, furious, her face a red grimace of rage. She leaped toward Brenda and swung at her. This time she telegraphed her punch, which was a big mistake.
Brenda caught her wrist with one hand and brought a knee up into the woman's abdomen. As she doubled over, Brenda gave her a hard uppercut. Brenda's towel dropped from her body, unnoticed. She swung her opponent around in the locker room and delivered three more blows.
"like you pointed out, scum bucket, you don't need good looks in this line of work," Brenda snarled
With that built-in facility born of long experience, Brenda recognized the. other woman was just as strong as she was, perhaps, but lacked staying power. It was a simple matter of wearing her down.
She put her arms around the woman, squeezing her in a reclining bear hug. The woman was wet from the shower and Brenda's grip was too slippery to retain. Their boobs and pussies rubbed together, their hands clutching ass cheeks. They slid free again and again.
Wrong tactics, Brenda thought. There was no way she was going to keep a grip on the woman. She was too wet, too strong and too aroused.
But still she wrestled with her and she knew why she was doing that too. She liked the feel of her smooth, silky, slippery flesh. She got a charge out of her lithe muscles, the voluptuous curves, the bulging breasts. And the touch of her bush and the promise of delight that it concealed. Brenda was getting hot.
She could put the bitch away anytime, she thought, but why hurry? Why rush to put an end to feeling this sensuous, warm, struggling body? She wallowed in the emotion that body contained, reveled in the intensity, the purposefulness of the woman's movements.
She got her leg between the legs of the team captain and rubbed her thigh against her opponent's pussy while rubbing her cunt against the woman's thigh. Though each woman was struggling to subdue the other, both women were obviously sexually excited. Brenda put her face against the other woman's neck and, while her hands were all over her satiny smooth flesh, she was sneakily kissing her. Her opponent rubbed her pussy vigorously against Brenda's thigh.
"Will you look at that?" said one of the girls, a hand on her cunt while she watched. "They look like they're hot for each other and are making out."
"Yeah," said another naked player who was also fingering her cunt while fondling her boobs. "If that babe had a prick, our captain would be getting fucked standing up."
A girl who was standing there in just her under things, had a hand inside her panties. Several of the players who were naked, were each giving their pussy a hand massage while they watched the lewd and erotic performance of Brenda and the team captain.
One naked girl put her arm around another and gave her a hug. "Kinda gives a girl ideas, doesn't it?" she suggested in a lewd whisper.
"We can talk about that later," the other girl replied. "Let's not miss this show."
A redhead who had her hand on another girl's bare ass, said, "It doesn't surprise me. I always figured our captain was a lez."
"Hey! What the hell is going on in here?" The guard was there, drawn by the commotion. Much as he wanted to avoid getting involved in this fracas, he was compelled to do so. If word got back to his employer that he had ignored the problem, he could kiss his job good-bye.
By then, Brenda had the team captain down on the floor and was on top of her. Their legs were entangled, pussy against thigh, as their fierce struggles included a lot of obscene and erotic movements. Brenda could see the guard out of the corner of her eye, standing there, taking in the delicious sight of all that feminine nudity while he tried to gather up his determination to intervene. That decision, she knew, would not be far off. The fun was over. Now she had to do some damage. She had to get a message to Rouel Blain so he could get a message to her.
Straddling the team captain's body, Brenda pushed herself upright so that the woman's thighs were between her legs as she rested on her knees, body towering over her.
The woman twisted around, just in time to catch a haymaker that put her out.
"All right, all right," the security guard said, gingerly placing a hand on Brenda's shoulder, her muscularity, her nudity and her obvious hot temper intimidating him in equal measures. "That's enough!"
Brenda got up, brushing against the guard, who got an unexpected feel of her bare tit, which shook him noticeably.
"I'll have to have your name, Miss," he said. Then, remembering he was just a rent-a-cop, he turned to the other women, some nude, others in bra and panties, and most of them with a hand on their pussy. "Somebody call 911."
"I will," said one of the women, who went to the pay phone on the wall of the locker room.
"Hey, she started it," Brenda said. "She hit me first."
There was a mumbling among the women, prompting Brenda to add sharply, "Well, didn't she?"
"Yeah, that's right, I suppose," one of the women said. Others voiced their agreement.
"And you had better remember that when the cops get here," Brenda said in a threatening tone. "Damn it, I come in here to ask a simple question, one professional athlete to another, and she hauls off and belts me one. I'm going to check with my lawyer. He may advise me to sue this team."
* * *
"Are you two trying to convince people you're twins?" Danner, the bike gang leader asked by way of greeting when Brenda and Frieda entered the bar.
Brenda had been delayed after the fracas in the locker room. The police asked her a lot of questions, then they questioned each of the women who had watched what had gone on. Since they all came up with the same story, that Brenda had been hit first and was defending herself, the police decided there wasn't much point in taking her in.
She showered in her own locker room, got dressed, and she and Frieda headed for the bar. Cathy didn't go with them, because Jimmie was waiting outside the locker room and he invited her to go with him.
The two women, seated on either side of Danner, touched their split lower lips and had to laugh. "You should see the one who did it," Brenda told him.
"I'd rather see you." Danner replied.
"I admire your taste," Brenda said.
"Well," Danner said, putting an arm around her. "I haven't tasted you.. .yet."
Brenda laughed. "I hear you've already tasted Frieda here. And Cathy. Now it's my turn?"
"That's right."
"Well, you will," Brenda assured him, putting an arm over his shoulder. "Inside the crotch of my panties is a place that's just dying to meet your tongue."
There was the sound of a siren in the background. The ambulance was leaving the arena.
"Something happen over there?" Danner asked.
"Yes, something," Brenda replied.
"Anything I can know about?" he persisted.
Brenda shrugged. "No big deal. Read about it in the paper tomorrow."
"Will you be in the paper?"
"My name will be, most-likely," she replied. "But I left before the reporters got to me."
"Good. Tonight we can find better things to do," Danner said, grinning at her.
"You mean sitting here and talking all night?"
Frieda got up when someone asked her to dance.
"Well, anytime you're ready for some action...."
"Honey, I'm ready right now," Brenda said. "But not on top of one of those tables."
"Why not?" Danner teased.
"There's half a dozen men in here tonight. They might all want a turn."
"Yeah, and I'm not about to share you with anyone." He looked around at the girls in his motorcycle gang and said, "I trust you girls can find your own way home."
"Or to someone else's," the blonde with the pony-tail replied before taking another sip of her beer.
Brenda looked around for Frieda, but she was nowhere in sight. "I guess that guy's invitation included more than just a dance."
"Yeah. She found a place to crash for the night," Danner said. "Now it's time for you to be tucked into bed-by me."
They left the bar together. She climbed onto the back of his bike and they roared off into the night. A short time later, he parked outside a fashionable apartment building. He led her upstairs and into one of the apartments.
"Pretty ritzy," she noted. "There must be money in the motorcycle gang leader business."
"This isn't mine," he said. "It belongs to a woman I was staying with."
"Was?"
"She went back to her husband and she let me stay on," he explained. "The rent is paid up for the month. Then she'll come back for her furniture and stuff."
Danner led her straight to the couch and Brenda snuggled up beside him. Then her arms went about his neck and she laid a kiss on him that surely turned his prick into a solid bone, if it wasn't in that condition already.
When she finally let him come up for air, she said, "You've been teasing me long enough. You rode me all over, with that motorcycle vibrating my pussy until I got all heated up. Now you have to finish what it started."
Danner laughed. "Don't blame it on my poor defenseless bike. You were hot before you got on it."
She pulled up her T-shirt and flung it aside. Then she removed her bra and jiggled her boobs in his face. Grabbing a handful of his hair, she pulled his face onto them and said, "Feast on these-for starters."
She was thrilled at the way he went at them, like he hadn't had any tittie in ages.
The way he devoured her knockers, it would have been so easy for her to believe her tits were the only ones in the world he was interested in. But she knew that wasn't so. He'd undoubtedly sucked the tits of every babe in his motorcycle gang. And she knew he'd had himself a good time with both Frieda and
Cathy. Heaven only knew how many women had cradled his head in their cleavage.
He sucked ravenously on one stiffened nipple and then the other. And that wasn't all he was doing. His hand was feeling along her leg to the crotch of her short shorts. When he worked his fingers in around the material and began teasing and tormenting her twat, she let out a plaintive wail and just let it all go. Her orgasm left her breathless.
It took her a while to recover and when her head cleared, Danner was still sucking on her boobs and fingering her twat, building her up for a second climax. He took his time. There was no need for him to hurry. He had lots of time to enjoy her goodies.
But after she'd been swept through her second orgasm, she wanted more than having her titties sucked on and her pussy tickled and teased.
"I'm glad to see you're having a good time, but don't you think it would be nice if I had something to play with too?" she asked. "Come on, haul it out."
Grinning at her with confidence written all over his face, he did better than that. He yanked off his shoes and socks, then got to his feet and stripped. He stood there before her, letting her look him over. With what was sticking out in front of him like pump handle, he had good reason to feel confident.
"Now that's more like it," she said, smiling at him.
"You like it?"
"It's the most awesome thing I've ever seen," she said, thinking a little lie now and then in a good cause wouldn't be a black mark against her. "It's long, thick and solid as oak. It sticks way out there like it's reaching for something."
"Now how about you showing me what you've got?" Danner suggested. "All you have to do is now is remove your short shorts and panties."
While she dragged down her shorts, she said, "I know you're getting all kinds of pussy from those girls in your gang and heaven knows who else, but how come a good looking stud like you isn't married yet?"
Danner chuckled. "I was almost married once. The wedding day was only a week away. But she walked into the house one day when I wasn't expecting her back so soon and she caught me fucking her sister. The one that was married. That kind of pissed her off. Some women are like that. They don't like to share a man, even with their sisters."
"They can be selfish, I'll admit," Brenda agreed as she slid her panties down from around her hips and ass.
They dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them. Danner stood there, staring at her like she was a juicy steak he was about to devour. She moved in close, took hold of his cock and rubbed the head of it along her moist pussy lips.
"Brothers can be selfish too," she said. "Jimmie thinks my pussy belongs to him and no one else should come near it. If he knew this big beautiful dick of yours was touching my twat, he'd freak right out. So where is he right now? Most-likely back at our apartment, throwing a fuck into Cathy, the horny young devil."
"That's no problem for you, is it?" Danner said as he held her in his arms with his hands on both cheeks of her bare ass. "Sisters are clever. When a woman wants a guy's cock, she gets it, whenever she wants it, as often as she wants it, and her brother never knows a thing about it."
Brenda laughed. "You sound like you're speaking from experience. Do you have a sister?"
"No, but I've fucked many a girl who had a brother who didn't want her making it with anyone but him," he replied.
"Am I going to get this one whenever I want it?"
"If you want it as much as I want you to have it, it will be in your pussy more than it will be out of it."
She was too impatient to indulge in more conversation, so Danner led her into his bedroom and they got onto the bed together. He crawled over her. She thought his pecker looked immense. Slowly he entered her, as if going in too fast would cause her to feel some discomfort.
"I'm glad you're taking it easy," she panted. "You have a lot to push in there."
He moved forward, feeding her more cock, then retreated in smooth gliding motions. Each time he moved forward, he went in deeper, until finally it was all the way in, right to his balls. Then he fucked her. He fucked her gloriously, and she gave back as good as she was getting.
"Oh, baby, this is great," he panted. "We'll be doing this a lot from now on."
"I'm glad of that," Brenda gasped. "We were running out of things to talk about."
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Jimmie and Cathy left the stadium, he asked, "Where would you like to go?"
Cathy chuckled and said, "Where do you think? To the apartment, of course. I don't mind sharing you with Frieda and Brenda, but I do like to have you all to myself whenever possible."
Jimmie grinned at her. "That's one of the many things I like about you. You make me feel appreciated."
"Big deal," Cathy said. "All three of us make you feel appreciated. Are you trying to tell me you can jump into bed with the three of us every night and not feel appreciated?"
"Hey, did you hear me complaining?" Jimmie asked.
"You better not either," Cathy warned. "Or we'll tie you down so you can't use your pecker."
"Oh, don't do that," Jimmie said. "I have three hot pussies to keep soothed and satisfied."
"Tonight you have just mine, but don't expect to have an easy time of it. I want Frieda and Brenda's share too."
Cathy's relationship with Jimmie, after Brenda and
Frieda invited her to move in with them and Jimmie, quickly took an interesting turn. Not only was she sharing the same bed with the two girls and Jimmie, while that horny young stud fucked all three of them before they settled down to sleep, but each time Brenda and Frieda left the house in the morning, she and Jimmie went back to bed and fucked like crazy. Cathy cherished every moment she was alone with Brenda's good looking, hard-peckered brother.
Jimmie was kinda wild about Cathy too. She was a beautiful young woman and she had a body on her that would turn any man's prick into a shaft of solid oak. She wasn't possessive, which pleased him. She didn't expect him to stop screwing Frieda and Brenda now that he had a hot thing going with her. After all, he'd been humping Frieda and Brenda when she moved in with them and they didn't object to her getting his cock too.
She acted like she had found the most satisfying stud in the whole world, which caused him to feel she thought he was special. He liked it when a woman thought he was special. Frieda and his sister Brenda thought he was special too.
"All you care about is my cunt," Cathy teased. "Whenever we're alone, all your attention is on my twat, like the rest of me doesn't matter."
"Now you know that isn't true," Jimmie argued. "I spend plenty of time on your ass and your tits."
"Smartass!" Cathy chuckled. "You don't appreciate my mind. You never talk to me about things that are really important in life. There's more to living than sticking your prick into my pussy, you know."
Jimmie just smiled and gave her some feels as they entered the apartment. She was probably right, he thought. But who ever noticed if a woman was intelligent when she had a terrific pair of legs, a sensational ass, a hot pussy and a pair of boobs that made a man want to bury his face between them and stay there forever?
Cathy wanted to speak words of wisdom to him, but that wasn't easy with his cock stuffed in her mouth. Jimmie could admit to himself that they did have a problem though. They got along great most of the time, because most of the time his cock was in her pussy, when it wasn't in her mouth. And when he wasn't busy fucking Frieda and Brenda. The trouble was, when he and Cathy were through fucking, Jimmie couldn't find anything to talk to her about that interested both of them. Cathy's conversation revolved around the roller derby, while his interest was investments, which he excelled in.
As soon as the door was closed and locked behind them, Cathy leaped into his arms and laid a long, hot, passionate kiss on him. Jimmie kissed her right back, with his hands holding her by the cheeks of her adorable ass.
As they sat together on the couch, Jimmie tugged her sweater up over her head and removed her bra. Her full, fleshy tits were almost perfectly rounded. Jimmie sucked on one fat nipple while his fingers teased the other. He devoured her boobs until she sailed off into her first orgasm of the evening.
While she was recovering from that, Jimmie ran his hand up under her skirt, feeling along her inner thighs to the crotch of her panties. He could feel the heat of her pussy as he gently rubbed it. The crotch of her panties was soon wet with her secretions of sexual arousal. He tugged the garment down her legs and while Cathy flicked them aside with a toe, he slid a finger into her cunthole.
"Oh, Jimmie," she moaned. "You really know how to go after a woman's goodies."
"I ought to know what you like by now," he told her.
"Let's get undressed," she whispered after the third time she climaxed.
When they were naked, they stood there with their arms about one another, hugging and kissing, she holding onto his upright boner and he with his hands on both cheeks of her bare ass.
Then they went into the bedroom and rolled around on the bed. Cathy spread her legs and Jimmie crawled between them. He teased her twat by rubbing the head of his dick back and forth along the moist lips of her pussy. He did that until she told him to stop fooling around and take care of her.
"What you're doing is nasty, teasing me like that," she giggled. "Now shove it up in there."
She wriggled around beneath him as Jimmie buried his thick solid shaft in her cunthole.
"Mmmmmm.. .that's more like it," she purred.
"That what you want?"
"Yes. Now I can show my favorite guy how good I can make it for him when he's screwing me."
"I already know that," he said.
"Tonight I might surprise you," she warned. "There's a lot of things I haven't tried with you yet."
She moaned excitedly and wrapped her legs about him, her heels digging into his humping butt. Jimmie thought it was the most heavenly sensation a guy could ever experience. What joy it was to feel his prick moving back and forth in her hot tight cunt.
She started climaxing when she felt his deeply buried prick buck and jerk, then spew out its load of cream. Jimmie held her firmly by the cheeks of her ass while he pounded his prick into her. Her arms and legs were wrapped tightly about him. When it was over, they rested for a while and lay there playing with each other. But not for long. Cathy intended to make the most of the fact she had his cock and the whole night to enjoy it. She was quite certain Frieda and Brenda would each find a guy and another bed to crawl into, instead of coming home and going after Jimmie's cock.
Jimmie fucked her a second time and then a third. They slept for a while, then awoke and fucked again. He did it to her twice, then fucked her up the ass. They got into the shower together and she gave his dick a good wash. After getting out of the shower and drying each other off, they got back onto the bed again and fucked throughout the remainder of the night, like a pair of newlyweds on their honeymoon.
* * *
So tell me," Danner said, "What did you think the first time you saw me?"
They had showered together, dried each other off and now they were back on the bed again.
Brenda playfully stroked his cock that was fully erect again. "That night when you used this thing to initiate those two girls into the club? I told myself that there was a stud who could give me one hell of a ride."
"You sure played hard to get," he said. "A man appreciates it more when it doesn't come too easy," she told him "You think so?"
"Those two girls who joined the club were an easy lay," Brenda replied. "I was harder to get. So who are you in bed with now?"
"You," he chuckled.
"And who are you going to spend a lot of time in bed with from now on."
"You."
"I rest my case."
"So what do you think about me now?" he persisted.
"Now that you've screwed me silly for the past two hours?" Brenda teased. "You were about what I expected."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Absolutely sensational."
A grin spread across his face. "I guess it's time now for a little oral sex. In our eagerness to fuck, we sorta skipped that part."
"Yours or mine?"
"Why not both."
"Great idea."
Danner stayed where he was and Brenda reversed herself, straddling his face. She lowered her head to his cock at the same time she lowered her cunt onto his mouth. Their tongues got busy. Brenda wriggled her ass as she licked his tool from the tip to the base and back up. They settled down to eat each other and they mirrored each other's actions.
As Danner's tongue strummed Brenda's clit, he felt her mouth slip over the head of his dick. While Brenda kissed, licked and sucked, Danner chewed on her pussy lips. Brenda played with Danner's balls while he reached forward to get at her boobs.
They let themselves relax completely as they ran their tongues over one another's sexual parts. Their hands found the cheeks of each other's ass. Heat began to rise within them, the warmth of sexual excitement spreading from their crotches in all directions. The tingling wave of erotic delight surged slowly through their writhing bodies. Wave after wave of ever-mounting lasciviousness shot through them.
There was no attempt to hold back or change the pace.
Each of them knew the intention of the other was to go all the way, so each concentrated on his and her efforts. Her cunt and his cock knew no relief from the constant stimulation of their tongues, lips and teeth. The tingling surges of sexual pleasure within them became more and more intense. It was no longer a mere tingle, but turned into an electric current of pure ecstasy, a constant, steady hum of delight. The hum became an increasing current of exquisite sensation, filling their bodies and radiating beyond them.
Each had the odd sensation of eating themselves by eating each other, so close, so intense was the mirroring of their activities. There was now no self and no other, but a shared existence of ecstasy, of pleasure, of delight, having no other purpose, no other ambition, or other intent. Because now the sensation of ultimate intimacy was added to the raw sexual rapture.
They were not so much isolated as they were complete, having incorporated all the world could offer by way of pleasure. There was no luxury of sight, feel or sensation that they lacked.
So complete a unit of pleasure had they become that they heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing outside themselves, outside the two-headed entity that they had become.
All Brenda could think of was her need to extend her pleasure and Danner's, and the way he was eating her pussy, he had much the same intention. It was like she was progressing up the rainbow of sexual fulfillment in order to savor it, to extract from it all the pleasurable sensations of which it was capable. Eagerly she ascended to the next level of sexual pleasure.
For Danner too, the impulse was strong to ascend further along the pleasure trail they were exploring. Other erotic sensations, other feelings of still greater intensity were pushing them, forcing them with their irresistible pleasure, to move on, to yield to them. Their surrender was complete and without reservation.
They had become creatures of pure sensations, so that there was nothing held back, nothing in reserve, nothing between them and the sensations that all but overwhelmed them. They were carried away by the ecstasy, the rapture that seized them, that had become them.
Their simultaneous orgasms shook them, jerking them this way and that as their bodies squirmed and writhed together, lubricated by the perspiration of their sexual arousal. The spasms of their orgasms convulsed them, alternately pulling them like puppets on strings and momentarily paralyzing them with exquisite climactic delight.
When the last of their spasms died away, they lay there, Brenda sprawled on top of Danner so that her pussy was mashed against his face and his cock was still in her mouth. They lay like that for a long while without moving.
Finally, Brenda slid off of him, and joined him on the pillow.
"Wow! Talk abut getting your ashes hauled," Danner moaned happily.
"You're right," Brenda chuckled. "That wasn't too hard to take. I wouldn't mind letting that become a habit.
Of course, her present lover had no way of knowing she indulged in that very same act with her brother Jimmie. Not just occasionally eidier, but frequently, steadily, quite often night after night.
Brenda delighted in having him eat per pussy while she sucked Jimmie's cock.
"So now what?" Danner asked.
What he wanted was for her to tell him he was now her steady guy, that her tits, her pussy, her ass and her sexy body was now his and his alone. He wanted her to tell him she was his woman.
Brenda had to force herself to relax as tension urged her to continue, to tease his pecker back into a full erection so he could fuck her.
She knew he wanted a commitment from her, and she evaded that by letting on that she didn't get his message.
"What now? Now I think we'd better get some sleep. I have to do my thing on the boards tonight."
Danner decided to let it pass. He was talking about a steady, exclusive thing with her and she was talking about sleep. So be it, he thought. For the moment.
But he was still determined to get a serious commitment from her. He could not believe she didn't want to possess him as much as he wanted to possess her.
They settled down and were soon fast asleep.
* * *
It was early afternoon when Brenda entered the apartment and the phone was ringing.
"Damn, doesn't anybody stay around that apartment to answer the phone?" the voice said when she picked it up and said hello. "I've been ringing all morning.
"I just got in," Brenda said. "Jimmie and the girls seem to be out."
"You were terrific yesterday."
Brenda tried to identify the voice. And the statement.
She had been terrific yesterday, but did the caller mean on the boards, in the shower room, or in bed? "Who is this?" she asked.
"Rouel Blain. You mean you don't remember my voice? You remember my cock, I'll bet."
"That's right. I never forget a cock. Or to paraphrase Will Rogers, I never met a cock I didn't like."
"Very funny," Rouel said without humor. "Have you seen the papers yet."
"No."
"Got a paper?"
"Wait a minute," she replied. The paper was on the table where someone had tossed it. She picked it up and turned to the sports section. It showed the captain of yesterday's competition on a stretcher, being carried out of at the arena.
She picked up the phone and said, "I see what you're talking about."
"Take your time and read it."
She did.. .as the result of the scuffle.. .extent of injuries not yet known.. .not available for a statement.
"So?" she asked.
Rouel chuckled, and she didn't like the sound of it. "What do you think?"
"About what?"
Rouel sighed. "Do you really think you can get away with what you did on club property, on club time, as a member of the club?"
"Hey, she started it," Brenda told him. Should I just smile when she belts me one? Turn the other cheek? Plenty of witnesses saw that I had a fat lip before I demolished her."
There was another sigh.
"Demolished is an apt description. Three busted ribs. And the story is that you attacked her."
"That's not what it says in the paper. Tell that fucking lawyer of yours he's full of crap."
"The papers have to be careful what they say."
"And you have inside information? From whom?"
"My lawyer-like you said."
She didn't ask the next obvious question. His lawyer got it from the other team's lawyer.
"That's great," she said. "Let the lawyers talk to each other."
"Oh, they will. They will. Never fear about that."
"Rouel?"
"Yes?"
"Why did you call me? I'm sure it wasn't just to give me the news."
"No.. .it wasn't. I called because.. .I've been thinking about you. After the other night."
"And?"
"It raises a question. How clever are you."
"How.. .clever am I?" She was silent, baffled. What the hell was he talking about? "This is some kind of a test, isn't it, Rouel."
"Yes, it is."
"I don't like it. Something occurred on club property. The lawyers will straighten it out, one way or the other. Just like they always do. Just like the last time, in fact. So how and why is this a test for me? Why am I being tested?"
"The answer to that is part of the test."
"More puzzles. like I need this shit."
"like I need the shit you're causing me."
Brenda shrugged. There was nothing to say to that. He did have a point.
There was a knock at the door.
"Someone is at the door. Good-bye Rouel."
"Wait, wait, wait!" Rouel said quickly.
"Yes?"
"I just want to say-I hope you pass. I really do." The line went dead. Brenda looked at the phone, then put it down and went to the door. "Who is it?" she called out. "The police." .
Brenda opened the door. There were two of them, a man and woman, dressed in identical uniforms.
"We have a warrant for your arrest," the woman said.
Brenda stood there, not moving. "Assault and battery," the woman amplified. "You have to come with us," the man said. The ride, the booking, the processing-she went at it as if she were in a trance.
"Time for your phone call," the matron said.
"I'd like to hold off on that," Brenda told her. The matron shrugged, looking at the desk sergeant. "Kind of unusual, but it's okay," the sergeant said. "You're in the tank. Call the guard when you're ready."
The tank. It was a large cell, with cots lining two of the three walls that were block instead of bars. The innermost wall was reserved for the John, which had neither back nor seat.
"In you go," the matron said. "You'll love it."
Brenda doubted that. There were seven other women there and only four cots. Bare mattresses on steel springs and frames. It made sleeping, or even sitting arrangements more than interesting.
She noticed she was the only one who was already in prison garb.
"Well, what have we here?" a woman dressed in what might be called an evening gown, asked. "Look, girls, a real honest-to-God criminal."
"What the hell is this?" Brenda asked. "All of you are wearing your own clothes, white I look like a bit player in a gangster picture. What gives?"
"What are you in here for?" the blonde in the evening gown asked.
"Assault and battery, they tell me," Brenda replied.
"Then that explains it," the blonde said. "You are a dangerous and violent criminal, while I am somebody's date."
The other girls, who were dressed in similar fashion, all laughed.
"Yeah, a paid date," said one of them.
In answer to Brenda's unspoken question, the blonde told her, "The party got a little out of hand."
"Yeah," a dark-haired girl said. "And if it hadn't been for dumb-ass here, the party would still be going on."
"Hey, knock it off," the blonde said, turning to face her accuser, "How was I to know they were cops? And, anyway, you were the one who showed them your pussy."
"Deliver me from amateurs," said another woman, who looked disgusted. "I kept telling you, insist on references."
"Yeah, well, live and learn."
"Anyway, you got a complaint?"
"Me? Why should I complain? We'll all be out of here in what? An hour?"
The blonde looked at her wrist, then remembered her watch was in an envelope somewhere.
"Seems like we've been here that long already," she said. "Don't worry, though. Any minute now. One of my best Johns is in City Hall. The lawyer sent a guy over with the bail while we were getting arraigned."
"And then you just walk out of here?" Brenda said. The blonde smiled. "Sure. Then we show up at the date set and it's thrown out of court. That's how it works when you know the right people."
It wasn't going to be that easy for her, Brenda thought.
She knew somebody who could get her out in a hurry, but that person was the one who got her in. It wasn't hard to figure out that her visit here was courtesy of Rouel Blain. He'd told her there was a test and this was it. Now she suspected that if she didn't figure out the answer to this puzzle, she would not get off with just a fine and a few days in the slammer.
While she was pondering over her predicament, the matron showed up.
"Let's go, girls. Not you, Miss Hardcase. Everyone out."
"Well it's about time," the blonde said. "We've got a party tonight and we've already pissed away two hours. In another five minutes, I'd have shot off my mouth and we'd have some high class company in here. So long, Hardcase."
They were gone, and Brenda did some more thinking. The blonde made an interesting point. If whoever was responsible for her had not gotten her out promptly, she had said in effect, that she would blow the whistle.
That was it! That was the test. She had been placed in her present predicament by Rouel. And only if she could figure out what was happening, could she get out of it. She needed time to think.
"In you go," the matron said.
A big, bosomy dark-haired woman with hateful eyes was ushered into the cell. She was clad in the same blue denim as Brenda. The woman glared at her as the door slammed shut behind her.
"I told them not to put me in with anyone," she said.
Brenda shrugged. "They're in and out of here all the time. This isn't exactly a private apartment."
"Then maybe they need to be shown I wasn't kidding when I said it."
"Meaning what?"
"Hey, they caught me right after I did my boyfriend in, that no-good bastard. So what have I got to lose if I do you in, too?"
"How did you kill him?" Brenda asked.
"I shot him."
"I don't see a gun now," Brenda said. "What am I supposed to do, die of fright?"
"Smart cunt, huh? How about if I just beat the living shit out of you?"
Brenda had had enough. The day had not gone all that well, with a phone call from Rouel talking about a test, and cops knocking on her door and taking her downtown. And booking her like a common criminal and throwing her in the slammer. Now she was supposed to put up with this bullshit.
"You do what you gotta do, you frazzle-assed whore," Brenda said bitterly.
That was all the woman needed. She charged across the floor at her. Brenda grabbed her hair and helped her along. Brenda grabbed one of her wrists and propelled her in a circle. She slammed against the bars.
"This is fun, lard-ass. Wanna try again?"
"I'll show you fun, bitch," the woman gasped.
This time she surprised Brenda with a tackle, a tactic Brenda had not anticipated. She went down, using a roller derby fall. The woman clawed at her face and hooked her hand in the front of Brenda's prison dress, stripping the buttons off as she yanked down. She clawed at her again, this time stripping off her bra.
She tried to claw again and flailed the air as Brenda shoved up with the palm of her hand under the woman's chin. Brenda rolled away and sprang to her feet, quickly removing the tatters of her dress and bra so that they wouldn't provide something for the woman to grab hold of. The woman was right after her, lashing at Brenda. Brenda brought a knee up and the woman doubled over. Brenda's adrenaline was pumping, along with the butterflies fluttering in her crotch. She yanked on the front of the woman's dress, stripping it off of her. Then to make things even, she ripped off her bra.
The sight of the woman's ample, milky, blue-veined jugs with their huge dark nipples, was an inspiration to Brenda. Grabbing hold of them, she threw the woman across the room, yanking viciously on them as she tripped her. The woman bounced back off the bars, stunned.
Brenda gave her a body slam and yanked her back up by her hair. Then she flung her onto one of the cots.
The fight had cleared Brenda's head and now she knew what to do. The woman looked bewildered, but it didn't bother her. The prison officials would hardly want to admit to any supervisory deficiency.
"Hey!" she hollered. "Anyone out there? Listen up"
"Okay, okay," the matron said, hurrying in. "What's up?
"Hey, what happened to your clothes?"
"Your prison garb is made of rotten material. It doesn't stand up."
"What's with her?" the matron asked, looking around Brenda, but making no attempt to unlock the door.
Brenda shrugged. "Just showing off, I suppose. Great pair of boobs, but it's not my week for girls."
"Fuck it," the matron said. "She's already in all the trouble she can handle."
"Yeah, that's another thing. What in hell is the idea of putting a murderess in with me?"
"Oh, she told you, huh?"
"I asked you a question."
"You want to pick and choose your roommates, join a sorority."
"Sure, like staying in this dump was my idea," Brenda told her. "Well, now I'm ready for my phone call."
"All right. Wait until I get you something to put on."
Moments later, the matron unlocked the cell and brought Brenda into the office area.
"Phone time," the matron said to the plainclothes man at the desk.
He shrugged, reversed the phone on his desk and went back to his magazine.
"Hello, Stanley, let me talk to Rouel," Brenda said. "He isn't eh? Well, that's all right. Just give him a message for me. No, no, I'm sure he knows exactly where I am.. . . Oh, I realize you don't know what the hell I'm talking about. Yes, Stanley, I do believe you. But more to the point, tell Rouel I've figured it out. Just tell him, Stanley. He'll know. Tell him if I'm not out of here in one hour, I'm calling my own personal conference with the sports press." There was a pause while Brenda listened to what Stanley was saying. "Really? Well, then maybe I didn't have it figured out after all. In which case, Rouel has nothing to worry about, has he? If it takes you an hour to get this message to him, though, just forget it. It will be too late. And if Rouel thinks I'm bluffing, all he has to do to find out is to sit on his ass for an hour and do nothing. One hour, Stanley."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I take it that wasn't your lawyer?" the matron said as she led Brenda back to her cell.
"I don't need a lawyer," Brenda replied.
"Why? Wait, don't tell me. Let me guess. You've been wrongly accused and you're innocent?"
"Right on both counts, but that has nothing to do with it," Brenda replied.
The matron smiled, then locked her back in her cell. The matron glanced at the woman Brenda had tangled with and said, "Hey, she still hasn't moved."
"She probably won't for a while," Brenda said. "She attacked me and I had to defend myself. Just like I did before, which is what got me locked up in here. You want to get involved?"
The matron looked at her watch. "With only a half-hour to go on my shift? Thanks, but no thanks. Let her lie there."
She disappeared down the hall.
Twenty minutes later, she was back. "Come on, you gotta get your street clothes back on. You're free to go. No bail to pay, nothing. I never saw it happen this fast. Damn, you'll be out of here five minutes ahead of me." She glanced at the unconscious woman and added, "How is--? "
"She's coming around slowly," Brenda told her. "Five minutes more and she'll be her usual nasty self again."
"And the next shift's problem. I don't know a thing. Let's go."
Ten minutes later, Brenda was out of the building and in Rouel Blain's limo. She and Blain sat together in the back.
"So you figured it out?" Rouel said. "I'm glad. Now let's hear the logic."
"It's the usual Rouel Blain caper," she said. "Whatever happens, you win."
"Go on."
"Simple. You're getting ready to dump the franchise."
He said nothing, so she continued.
"The last thing you want right now are the usual brawls and lawsuits. That could run into thousands and thousands of dollars, which would affect the price of the franchise from the suckers who are buying it. They haven't figured out yet that they're getting a sport that is dying and you want to unload it."
"Really?"
"So when that brawl took place in the locker room, that pissed you off, even though it wasn't me who started it. You just had to teach me a lesson. You love to teach people lessons, like you're God, you miserable son-of-a-bitch."
"Now, now...."
"You had me thrown into the slammer and you'd have left me there until I was old and gray if I'd been dumb enough not to know what was going on," Brenda told him. "Then when I phoned Stanley, you knew you had to get me out in a hurry, or I would blab to the press and your plans to unload the franchise at a big profit would go up in smoke."
"I wouldn't have let you stay in there."
"Bullshit. You'd have let me rot in there. You had to show me you're the big, powerful, cock of the walk and I'm just another cunt you slide your prick into. You had to prove that, but not at the cost of fucking up your investments. So you had to forget about the lesson and spring me."
"I wouldn't have left you in there until you were old and gray," Rouel argued. "You'd have gotten a speedy trial, and come out the winner, because of the witnesses who claimed you weren't the cause of that fracas."
"Sure," Brenda said, gazing out the window.
"Another way I might have done it was an out-of-court settlement. It would have cost me a few thousand dollars, but I'd get that back on the sale of the franchise."
Brenda looked at him with a mirthless smile. "I like the way you actually did it. I'm out now, after spending less than an hour in that foul place. The important thing was speed. You got off your ass in a hurry when you knew I was going to expose your scheme. If you expect me to thank you, forget it. I would have been out on bail on my own anyway, and ultimately found not guilty."
"Of course."
"But it would have cost you the sale of the club, which would have continued to be a millstone around your financial neck," Brenda told him.
"I congratulate you," Rouel said, smiling at her. "You figured it all out."
"Not all of it."
"How's that?"
"Why did I have to go through this bullshit? Okay, so you gave me a test. Why."
"I think you know."
"Maybe I do, but I want to hear it from you."
Rouel was silent, looking down at the floor.
"You know," he said at last, "it's a funny thing, success. One triumph after another, each one a thrill like nothing else in the world. Then, one day you wake up and you've got everything you ever wanted, everything you ever imagined. And it's all hollow, empty."
Brenda almost laughed. She was getting the poor little rich boy routine.
"How can I put it?" Rouel went on. "If a man succeeds, he succeeds for someone in particular, a woman. He shows her that this is what's he's done, what he's accomplished."
"He wants a woman who will applaud him?" Brenda asked.
"He needs a woman who will care. He doesn't want just her praise or approval, but her understanding. That's what he has to have, so he can know beyond all doubt that what he has accomplished is not just a dream, that it didn't all happen inside his head, that what he's done has been done in a real world."
"He wants a woman who will understand him?"
"Yes. Not criticism or evaluation, but an understanding from his-well, my-point of view. I don't want and don't need opinions. What I need is pure, simple understanding."
"You.. .want understanding?"
"That this happened-period. Not that this is good or that is bad, or I should or shouldn't have caused this or that. Just, this is, and I understand what this is. So you see my problem?"
"Well, when you put it that way-"
"But I had to be sure," he went on. "You're beautiful enough, strong and tough enough, but-I had to be sure. And this was the only way I could think of. It's pointless telling someone everything if she doesn't understand it the same way I do. And you do."
"Of course."
"Of course," he echoed.
They were both silent for several moments. She understood, all right, she told herself. This self-centered son-of-a-bitch wanted a woman whose mind was a duplicate of his. He would do whatever he liked and she would understand it. Big deal.
If ever there was a man who needed the air let out of his balloon, he was it, she thought to herself. She could have been killed back in that jail cell and he would have been responsible for it. He caused her to be put in there. He was going to pay for that, she promised herself. She didn't know quite how yet, but he was going to pay dearly. She would see to that.
In the meantime, this big-time asshole was falling for her. Good. She'd find a way to use that.
"Well, how about it?" Rouel asked.
That, she assumed, was some kind of a proposal.
"You tell me," she said.
"You mean it?" he asked, grinning like a college boy who had just asked a girl if he could put his hand in her panties.
"In three months, you tell me."
He sat back, smiling.
"Incredible," he beamed.
"Three months," she repeated.
"Why three months?" he asked.
"That's the outside limit the roller derby will still look good to a cash buyer, but not a particularly well-informed buyer," she replied. "As long as you've got that project on your mind, you won't be thinking clearly about this other thing you're toying around with now."
"You call what I've just proposed, toying around."
"Whatever."
"It's the test I put you through, isn't it."
"What about it."
"You resent it."
"Yes, it's the test and no, I don't resent it. The test shows me where your head is at right now. This derby deal is the biggest thing you've got going. You can win big or you can lose big."
"So it's on your mind."
"It's in your mind, so that what would ordinarily be the most important decision of your life, is colored by the derby deal."
"Yes, you're right," he admitted. "I see that now. Doesn't that tell you something? You're the right choice. You could.. .contribute."
She threw her head back, laughing. "I could contribute? That will be the day."
"Now look-"
"Rouel, let me give you some advice," she said. "Never see me again. This thing you have for me is fucking up your head. Really. Nobody makes your decisions but you. No one ever has and no one ever will." She looked at him for a moment, then added, "Or are you testing me again?"
"No, I'm not testing you."
"Well, if I'm making you think and act this way, you'd be smart to dump me before we even get started."
"We have started, or haven't you noticed?"
"Just because over the past year we've fucked a lot?" She chuckled. "You don't have to make an honest woman out of me. Daddy won't show up with a shotgun. No, we haven't started anything."
He sat there, slumped.
"You're right," he said at last. "We haven't. Good thing one of us still has a head on straight. I don't know what's the matter with me."
"You let your guard down and now you're in love. But your liming is lousy."
"That must be it."
"Easy enough to fix. like I said, give it three months. You may be over it by then. I'll even help."
"Yeah? How."
"I'm leaving the team."
"Why?"
"Because you're suspending me."
* * *
The game was over, the crowd had left and the players were leaving the arena. Frieda was with Brenda and Cathy until she said good-night to them at the curb and crossed the street to a waiting car.
She gazed with adoring eyes at the handsome young man who sat behind the wheel after she got in. What normal, healthy woman with a hot cunt wouldn't? She slid across the bench seat, put her arms about him and kissed him. It was a long hot passionate kiss that went on and on.
While they were kissing, the young man's hand found its way up under her skirt and felt along her inner thighs to the crotch of her panties. Then he rubbed her pussy through the thin material, causing her to moan softly.
"Naughty, naughty," Frieda purred when their lips finally parted. "You need to exercise better control."
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I have a low boiling point," she replied. "It might not be a good idea for me to haul out your pecker and make you fuck me right here and now, parked in front of a busy restaurant."
"Yeah?" said the young man. "Then what about your hand?"
Frieda gave a little chuckle. Her hand was on the bulge in the front of his pants, giving it a good feel.
"I was just checking, to see if it's in good working order, Andy, darling," she said playfully. "Feeling a little horny, are you?"
"A little?" he replied. "Just wait until I get you home and in bed. You'll see how horny I am. I've been thinking about you all day."
"You're taking me to your home? What about your wife?"
"She's at her mother's. Left this morning. She'll be there for a week."
"She will? Oh, honey, guess who's going to be in bed with you every night while she's gone."
"You, I hope."
"You got that right," Frieda chuckled. "And we won't be doing much sleeping either."
"Really? I promised my wife I'd behave myself, get lots of sleep and work hard."
"That last part will be right," Frieda said. "While you're in bed with me, you'll be working hard. If it isn't hard, you won't be working. And if you aren't working, I won't be in bed with you."
"I'm really hot for you tonight," Andy told her.
"Just tonight? You'd better be hot for me every night for a week. "That's a lot of bedroom time and I don't intend to spend it in idle conversation."
"I know. It takes a lot of screwing to keep your fire under control."
"Not to mention muff-diving," Frieda chuckled.
"Yeah, that too," he said, grinning at her.
"You're good at that, too."
"Glad you think so, Andy said with a pleased grin. "I love having my head between your legs."
"I sure don't have any complaints, honey," Frieda said.
"When you aren't fucking my pussy, you're eating it. When your prick isn't in my cunt it's up my ass. If you treated your wife that good, you'd never get her to go home to visit her mother for a week."
They sounded like a couple of lovers who were extremely hot for each other. They were lovers, secret lovers, and they were hot for each other. They made a hot combination. Frieda was a woman who needed a lot of cock, while he was a tireless horny stud who thrived on pussy.
They often lay cuddled up in bed together and chuckled over how shocked his friends and neighbors would be if they knew that he, a respectable married man, had a secret woman he was taking care of.
Brenda and Cathy might have envied her, had they known.
Frieda was getting a lot of cock from Andy. As for Andy, he was getting more pussy from her than he was from his wife and his wife's sister.
Frieda pulled Andy's hand out of her panties and placed it on the steering wheel. "Let's get out of here before somebody who knows you sees you necking with someone other than your wife."
As he drove down the street, Frieda's hand was on the bulge in the front of his pants.
"When we get to your place, are you going to treat me like a lady, or are you going to jump me as soon as we're in the house?" Frieda teased.
Andy laughed. Frieda had already made it clear what she was in the mood for. As soon as they got to his place, she expected him to put her down on the couch, or lead her into the master bedroom and go to work on her.
"As soon as I get you to my place, you're going to get a chance to spend the next two hours getting a good sound screwing," he warned her.
He made a left turn onto his street and turned into the driveway. He unlocked the front door and stepped in, waited until Frieda entered, then closed it and locked it. He led her to the couch where he seated himself beside her. While they kissed, he fondled her boobs.
Smiling at him, Frieda removed her blouse and bra, exposing them fully. "Would you like to kiss them?" she invited. "And lick them all over? And suck on the nipples?"
He was all over them, kissing and licking, his mouth pulling on the nipples. While he devoured them, he felt around between her legs. Frieda let out a little cry of delight when she felt his hand on her pussy. She spread her legs wide, because she wanted his exploring fingers to have easy access to her twat. She unzipped his pants, reached in and hauled out his boner, eager to play with that monstrous length of meat.
Moments later, because he was sucking on her tits, she lost control and sailed off into orgasm. It was a very intense one, comparable only to the night before when Jimmie had fucked her. She'd have bounced right off the couch if Andy hadn't been holding her down with his face on her tits and his hand on her cunt.
When she was finally able to speak, Frieda said, "Let's go up to your bedroom...."
In his bedroom, by the side of her bed, Andy watched as she stripped herself naked. He stared excitedly at her goodies while he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks, yanked off his shirt, then pushed his pants and undershorts down to his ankles and stepped out of them. His long, hard pecker was aimed right at her and it looked like it meant business. The sight of it sent thrills all through her and Frieda quickly got onto the bed. Andy was right behind her, playfully kissing her naked buttocks.
She spread her legs and Andy crawled between them. He teased her twat by rubbing the head of his dick back and forth along the moist lips. He did that until Frieda pleaded with him to stop fooling around and shove it in there.
"Do it, darling," she whispered in his ear as she wriggled around beneath him. "Give me what I want, your big, long cock. I need it. Slide it in there so I can show you again how good I can make it for you when you're balling me."
When at last she felt that long, thick shaft spread her twat lips apart and enter her fun hole, Frieda moaned softly and wrapped her legs about him, her heels digging into his humping butt.
It was the most heavenly sensation a horny woman could ever hope for. What joy it was to feel that awesome prick as it moved back and forth in her hot pussy.
"Ohhh, Frieda...." Andy groaned.
"Yes, darling," she purred. "It's wonderful, being joined together like this. I experience such intense pleasure when we're in bed together."
She started climaxing when she felt his deeply buried prick buck and jerk, then spew out its load of cream. His face was pressed onto one of her tits, the nipple thrust into his mouth, and he held her firmly by the cheeks of her ass while he pounded it to her. Her arms and legs were wrapped tightly about him and together they made the bed shake.
When it was over, they rested, but not for long. He fucked her a second time and then a third. They stayed there on the bed for the remainder of the night, fucking like newlyweds on their honeymoon.
* * *
She stood before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, a gorgeous creature with expressive blue eyes and light brown hair that hung in soft waves about her shoulders. She was naked and she was admiring herself.
"Not bad for a thirty-five-year-old woman," Marcella said to the image in the mirror. The image looked back at her with a satisfied smile on it's lovely features. "Even if I am a little overweight. Janet's young friend, Jimmie, mounted me quick enough, when I let him know I was interested in that big bulge inside his pants."
Janet was her very dear friend, an attractive, blonde woman who was the same age as her. Their husbands were golfing buddies. Jimmie was more than Janet's young friend. He was her secret lover. He looked after her pussy whenever her husband wasn't around.
Marcella smiled. If Janet knew her young lover was also screwing her, they wouldn't be friends for very long. Janet didn't believe that friendship should include sharing her favorite stud.
Standing before the mirror, she argued with herself as to whether or not she had a few extra pounds around her hips and ass she didn't need.
"So I'm slightly overweight," she told herself. "No one can say I'm fat, or even somewhat plump. Not quite buxom either. In those girdle ads on TV, the model refers to herself as having a full figure."
Actually, she was nicely filled out, rather than looking like those scrawny, undernourished models and actresses who are so in style in this day and age.
That was just it. She was in the wrong era. She was built along the lines of Jayne Mansfield, Mamie Van Doren, Ursula Andress, Anita Eckberg and Mae West. Today, no one wanted to look like that anymore.
"With a body like this, I could have made it big in the movies back in the thirties," she told the lady in the mirror. "But here I am, built just like those
I gorgeous creatures, but years too late, and when I go into a dress shop, I find the merchandise is for skinny women."
But she was not intimidated by the fact that only skinny women appeared on the covers of magazines and in TV movies and commercials. Most men liked a woman with some flesh on her bones, she reminded herself. She knew that for a fact. Whenever her husband was out of town on business, she didn't have any trouble finding a handsome stud who was only too happy to bring her home and spend the night in bed with her. Janet's young friend, Jimmie, didn't pass up the chance to throw a fuck into her when she took down her panties for him.
She liked men. Even old men, if they could still get their pecker to stand up. If not, they could still have fun together if one was a whiz at eating pussy.
For every woman there was a particular kind of man she liked, and Marcella was no different. She liked them young, around eighteen, nineteen or twenty. At that age, she told herself, a horny stud could fuck and never quit. She liked that, when a young man was in bed with her and he just kept on fucking.
The nice thing about a guy that age was that she could be seen with him, even by her husband, and no one would suspect she was making out with him.
One day, one of those gorgeous young studs came to her home with the intention of crawling up between her legs and slamming his prick into her, but his timing was off. Her husband hadn't left the house yet.
The young man's mother was a good friend of Marcella's. She simply told her husband her friend Arlene had sent her son over to get one of her cake recipes.
She knew there were a lot of young studs out there who thought she was sexy, not in spite of her extra padding, but because of it. Handsome studs with big hard pricks who could have slim, slender girls their own age whenever they wanted.
Her current secret lover was Janet's young friend Jimmie. She met him one afternoon at Janet's house. She was throwing a party for Becky, who was soon to be married. There was this gorgeous young guy there and Janet proudly introduced him to her. He was in his early twenties and built the way she liked to see a young man: tall, lean and muscular, with a big bulge in the front of his pants. What thrilled her even more was that he looked at her like he wanted to climb all over her. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off tits.
When she and Janet were alone for a moment, Janet said, "You made a hit with him. I think he has a crush on you." She said it like she thought it was all so sweet and innocent and it never occurred to her that her very dear friend would make a try for him herself. Some women were pretty dumb about things like that, Marcella thought.
Later, when she and Jimmie were alone in the kitchen, Janet having gone into the other room to serve her guests, he told her he had a thing for women who were built like her. She knew what thing he was talking about. It was long, thick and hard, and pushing the front of his pants out like a tent. She was pleased. Of course, she wanted a guy to respect her for her intelligence, but she didn't mind this horny young man lusting for her body. He asked if he could escort her home and she agreed.
"Can we leave right away?" he asked with a grin.
She smiled and nodded. He was obviously hot for her and wanted to spend some time alone with her before her husband came home from the office.
Once they were inside her house, she led him over to the couch. As soon as he was seated on it, he asked, "What time does your husband get home?"
She settled her ass onto his lap, put her arms about his neck and laid a hot, sexy kiss on him. When she finally let him come up for air, she said, "This is your lucky day, you horny young devil. My husband left this morning on a business trip. He won't be home tonight."
By then, Jimmie's hand was moving up under her skirt, feeling along her inner thighs to the crotch of her panties. He grinned at her and said, "You'll be lonesome in this house all by yourself. Don't you think I'd better stay here with you tonight?"
"How will you explain your being out all night to your sister Brenda?" she asked.
"After she gets home from doing her thing at the roller derby, I'll phone her and tell her I'm spending the night with you, because your husband is out of town and you feel nervous being in the house by yourself all night. She'll understand."
Marcella had to laugh. "Yes, I'm sure she will."
"So how about it?" Jimmie asked again.
"Well that depends," she said, gazing into his eyes with a mischievous smile. "Bedtime is a long way off and you may be pooped out by then."
He laughed. "I know you'll do your best to wear me out, but tomorrow morning you'll find I'm still going strong. I have endurance."
"So I've heard."
"Yeah? From whom?"
"You know how women like to gossip," she said. "You've been making out with at least two of my very dear friends. Not to mention Becky, who is soon to be married."
She and Jimmie agreed that women were as bad as men at talking about who was fucking whom. Then she got up off his lap and began to get undressed. He leaped up off the couch and stripped with speed. He was naked before she was, and dropped to his knees in front of her to drag her panties down from around her hips and ass. When she stepped out of them, his arms went about her hips and his hands grabbed hold of her buns. She let out a cry of surprise and delight when he kissed her pussy.
"You're a muff diver?" she exclaimed, as though she hadn't been told by her women friends. "No wonder those women are so wild about you."
Jimmie smiled and she knew what that smile meant. It never occurred to him that Becky had told her all about his pussy-eating expertise.
She parked her ass on the couch and spread her legs. Jimmie thrust his head between them and began kissing, licking and sucking, like he was eager to show her what a superb muff diver he was. He did that all right. He brought her off again.
They spent the next two hours in her bedroom, with him screwing her out of her mind. They snuggled up in one another's arms and slept for a while, but throughout the night, they did a lot more fucking than sleeping.
CHAPTER NINE
It didn't take sixteen years of being married before Edith Fenwick found out her husband was also married to the company he worked for. She learned early on that the company was number one in his life and she went along for the ride. When the boss said, "We have a problem in Brazil. Go down there for three weeks and straighten it out," he went.
One could imagine what that did for her, a thirty-year-old woman with a hot pussy that needed a stiff prick in it every night. Did she go the whole three weeks without getting laid? She did not. She didn't go three nights without having her needs taken care of. In fact, the second night after her husband had left, she was gloriously fucked all night long, and every night after that. Not to mention an hour-long fuck in the morning, before she got out of bed. Every time she stepped into the shower stall, she was fucked standing up, or bending over. Because she liked to go around the house naked in front of her young lover, she was constantly being screwed on the couch in the living room, on top of the kitchen table, and while leaning over the washer while she was doing the laundry.
Several times she got laid on the hood of her car, after she had parked it and closed the garage door. Just for the hell of it, her young lover fucked her one night on the lawn in her backyard, under the light of a full moon. It was very romantic.
How that all came about was, the day after her husband had gone, she got a long distance call from her Aunt Clara, who was Jimmie's mother. Aunt Clara told her that Jimmie, who was his sister Brenda's business manager and booking agent, was going to be in town for two weeks, attending to business. She said that rather than him staying in a hotel room all that time, he would prefer to visit with her, if it was convenient for her to have him. Edith was delighted and told Aunt Clara so. She didn't mention that she was all alone and she had high hopes that she and that sexy young stud would have some wonderful dmes together. Especially at night.
Jimmie arrived the next day and was soon settled into the guest room across the hall from her bedroom.
She was a little shocked with herself at how easily she got a case of the hots for that handsome cousin of hers. She started right in to make him feel welcome in her home. She let him know right away She was a lady with a warm, loving nature, who couldn't help expressing her affection for someone she liked. She did that by hugging and kissing him on the slightest pretext. If he took the garbage out for her, she rewarded him by putting her arms about his neck and laying a hot, sexy kiss on him while pressing her full, round tits against his chest and rubbing her pubic mound up and down on the hard bulge in the front of his pants.
Jimmie was no bumbling innocent where women were concerned. He'd learned a thing or two from his sister Brenda and from Cathy and Frieda, not to mention a number of other hot-cunted women. He could tell when a lady's pussy had an itch that needed looking after.
He had good reason to believe he wasn't going to spend two weeks visiting his cousin Edith by staying in the guest room at night all by himself. No sir, he was going to jump into bed with his cousin and show her he had something long, thick and hard that could entertain her all night long. He figured out right away that that was what Edith expected of him, to earn his room and board by keeping her pussy soothed and satisfied.
The next morning, Saturday, was when it really got started. Edith got out of bed, showered, and went down to the kitchen wearing her negligee with nothing under it. After Jimmie had taken his shower, he came down to breakfast in just his pajama bottoms.
She sat across from him and they chatted easily. She sneakily allowed the front of her negligee to come open, so he could get a good look at her boobs. He stared at them like he wanted to climb over the table to get his mouth on them. She found excuses to get up from the table, like making more toast and refilling his coffee cup. As she moved about the kitchen, she knew he was getting exciting glimpses of her pussy. She was delighted with the expression she saw on his face.
That horny stud was as hot for her cunt as he was for her jugs.
Breakfast over, she led him to the couch in the living room, where she seated herself beside him. She began to discuss how happy she was to have him there with her. It wasn't long until they were on a subject of a very intimate nature, his need for pussy and her need for his cock.
"I know a strong, healthy young man like you needs a lot of pussy," she told him between kisses. "But I'd be very upset if you felt you had to go out at night looking for it, when it's so easily available right here at home."
"You would? It is?"
"I'd feel terribly hurt if you went out at night and fucked some girl while I was here alone, feeling aroused and wishing I was the one you were doing it to," She went on, and kissed him again.
"Really?"
"It would be tragic if you didn't feel free to come to me and let me know when you want that kind of action."
"Are you saying you'd like to do that with me?" Jimmie asked, his hand sneaking onto one of her tits.
"Why not? You know I'd enjoy it. And you might find you'll enjoy it a lot more with me than with any woman you happen to meet here in town."
"But you're a married woman.. .and my mother's niece," he said. He wasn't protesting. He was teasing her, and she knew it.
"That's the nice part about it," Edith pointed out.
"Who would ever know? Who would ever guess you were having a much better time with your cousin, here in my home where no one can possibly know what's going on."
"Gosh...."
"And you wouldn't have to sleep in the guest room anymore either. You could be in bed with me every night."
She didn't look at him while she was talking like that. She couldn't take her eyes away from the bulge in the front of his pajama bottoms. She couldn't resist putting her hand on it and giving it a squeeze. It was as solid as a bone.
Her message to him was crystal clear and he picked up on it right away. The only thing that had made him behave himself when he was alone with her up to that point was not knowing what her reaction would be if he made a try for her goodies. Now that she'd let him know she wanted his cock, he didn't mind letting her know he wanted her pussy. He had no qualms whatever about fucking his cousin. Hell, hadn't he been sleeping with and screwing Brenda, who was his sister?
While they kissed, he slipped his hand inside her negligee and fondled her bare boobs.
Smiling at him, she pulled her negligee open, exposing her tits fully. "Would you like to kiss them?" She invited. "And lick them all over? And suck on the nipples?"
He was all over them, kissing and licking, his mouth pulling on the nipples like he expected to get nourishment from them. While he devoured them, he reached into her negligee again, lower down. She let out a little cry of delight when she felt his hand on her pussy. She spread her legs wide, because she wasted his exploring fingers to have easy access to her twat. She reached into the gap in the front of his pajama bottoms and hauled out his awesome boner. Her wildest wish had come true. From the moment he'd walked in the door and set his suitcase down, she'd wanted to get a hold of that monstrous length of meat and now she was holding it, playfully stroking it.
Moments later, she lost control and sailed off into orgasm. It was the most intense one she'd ever experienced. She'd never gotten off like that with her husband. She'd have bounced right off the couch if Jimmie hadn't been holding her down with his face on her fits and his hand on her cunt.
When she was finally able to speak, she said, "There's no need for us to be up this early. Let's go back to bed.. .together."
In her bedroom by the side of her bed, Jimmie watched as she shrugged off her negligee and it bunched up around her feet. He stared excitedly at her goodies while he pushed his pajama bottoms down to his ankles and stepped out of them. She gazed for a long moment at that awesome cock sticking out from his groin. It was aimed right at her and she could tell it meant business. The sight of it sent such intense thrills through her she thought she might swoon, so she quickly got onto the bed. Jimmie was right behind her, playfully kissing her naked buttocks.
As soon as they were on the bed together, both of them naked, she spread her legs and he crawled between them. He teased her twat by rubbing the head of his dick back and forth along the moist lips. He did that until she pleaded with him to stop fooling around and shove it in there.
"Do it, darling," She whispered in his ear as she wriggled around beneath him, feeling that boner touching her pussy. "Give me your lovely big long cock. Slide it up in there, so I can show my cousin how good I can make it for him when he's screwing me."
When at last she felt that long thick shaft spread her pussy lips apart and enter her cunthole, she moaned excitedly and wrapped her legs about him, her heels digging into his humping butt. It was the most heavenly sensation a loving woman could ever experience. What joy it was to feel his awesome prick as it moved back and forth in her hot pussy.
"Ohhh, so nice...." Jimmie groaned.
"Yes, darling," she purred. "It's wonderful, being joined together like this. We're going to experience such intense pleasure from now on, when we're in bed together."
She started climaxing when she felt his deeply buried prick buck and jerk, then spew out its load of cream. His face was pressed onto one of her tits, the nipple thrust into his mouth, and he held her firmly by the cheeks of her ass while he pounded it to her. Her arms and legs were wrapped tightly about him and together they made the bed shake.
When it was over, they rested, but not for long. He fucked her a second time and then a third. They stayed there on the bed all day, fucking like a pair of newlyweds on their honeymoon.
During one of their brief rests, about mid-afternoon, he grinned at her and said, "I've been missing out on a lot. Doing it with my cousin is where it's at."
Edith chuckled and said, "Sure, a young man should always put his family first."
"That's right," he agreed. "The family that plays together, stays together."
"Now you're talking," she said. "I know now what you like and for the next two weeks, you're going to get plenty of it!"
* * *
The crowd roared, waving their beer mugs and stomping their feet. The two naked female figures, Brenda and Gorgeous Headlock, barely identifiable as such, struggled furiously in the square, ring-sized, mud-filled pit. A third woman, Cathy, was naked except for a white tank top that identified her as the referee. She circled around the other two, only slightly less mud-spattered.
In a corner of the pit, standing just outside it, was a customer volunteer holding a hose with slowly running water, which he used on the mud wrestlers whenever they came close enough, rinsing them off in strategic places so that their charms would be revealed to the customers.
Most of the customers were wearing jeans and boots, and either baseball type caps or straw cowboy hats. In this state where even prostitution was legal, nude mud wrestling was a bar attraction which, if not standard, was nevertheless a casually accepted form of entertainment.
By plan or coincidence, the two wrestlers rolled into the hose man's comer. The crowd oohed and aahed as the water splashed on the writhing bodies, washing clean big, bouncy boobs, deep navels and flaring hips. Then, for good measure, the stream from the hose hit the referee, plastering her now wet tank top to her otherwise nude body. It stayed on her as she got down on all fours with her ass in the air. Her cunt and bumhole were clearly revealed.
"One, two-" she counted.
Suddenly, one of the grapplers, Brenda, was flung on top of her. She and Cathy were once again covered with mud. As they slipped and slid, trying to get up to recover their balance, Brenda stood up, mooning the side of the audience nearest the hose.
The hose man was quick to take advantage so that her pussy and asshole were suddenly clean and inches from the leering faces of the aroused audience.
"Hey, Fred," someone yelled. "You gonna match moustaches with her?"
"You think I won't?" Fred, a large man with a moustache and beard shouted back, eyes glued to the sight before him.
"Five says he won't!"
"You're on and you lose!" Fred replied.
Thrusting his head forward, his tongue licked over Brenda's cunt, his task made easier by her spreading her cheeks with her hands.
"Okay, Fred, you win. Enough already. Have a snack, not a meal!"
Everyone laughed, including Brenda. This was the weekend crowd and the saloon was packed.
Fred and the others near him were suddenly splashed with mud, as Gorgeous tackled Brenda and she went down hard, sending the mud spattering in large globs.
The hose man was right on them again. Then, quickly, Brenda was on top of Gorgeous, eating her freshly washed pussy, even as her own clean crotch was settling comfortably over her opponent's face.
They writhed in voluptuous pleasure as the referee got down, with crotch provocatively exposed, and counted loudly, "One! Two! Three!"
When Brenda and Gorgeous continued to eat each other, ignoring Cathy, she tapped Brenda on the shoulder and said, "Okay, it's over!"
Brenda looked up from her work of pleasure just long enough to say, "No it isn't. We're just getting started!"
The crowd laughed and whistled. Brenda went back to what she was doing.
Beneath her, Gorgeous said, "Ah! Ah! Aaah!" in a theatrical manner.
They got up and bowed, the three of them, allowing the hose man to do his thing. Then they trotted back through the thick throng to the dressing room, the crowd helping itself to handfuls of tits and ass.
"Phone call for you, Brenda," the security man said.
"Thank you, Jake. Can you transfer it to the dressing room."
"Sure."
Brenda ran after the other two as the phone began ringing in the dressing room. "I'll get it."
She picked up the phone, leaning her bare ass cheeks against the vanity.
"Hello?. . .Oh, Rouel.. . . Really? That's nice. I'm happy for you.. .No, don't tell me. I don't want to know how much. I'm sure it's a lot.. . . Rouel, listen to me.. .yes, yes, I know.. . . Rouel, do us a big favor, will you. Give this thing a couple of weeks. Then call me and tell me what's going on.. . . No, but there will be . . .I know you, Rouel.. . . Yes. Okay.. . . All right.. . . Good-bye."
"Him again?" Gorgeous asked.
"Yeah. What can I say? The man is in love."
"That's not a man, that's a monster," Gorgeous said with bitterness in her voice.
"Okay, then," Brenda chuckled. "The monster is in love."
"You wouldn't actually marry that creep, would you?" Gorgeous asked.
"For that kind of money? You tell me."
"You don't think you'll get your hands on it, do you?" Gorgeous asked.
"Hmmmm, you've got a point there," Brenda agreed.
"Nice to see that love hasn't made you blind."
"Hey, I'm not the one in love. He is."
"Words can't express how much I hate that rotten son-of-a-bitch after what he did to me," Gorgeous fumed.
"I may still go for it" Brenda said. "Uh-huh."
"So he's a snake. Right, Cathy?"
"Hey, don't look for an opinion from me," Cathy said as she stripped off her tank top. "All I know about him is that I don't want to know him. From what I hear, he's nobody a girl should try to get close to. I've been told that plenty of women consider him bad news."
Brenda chuckled. "I appreciate you not wanting to give me your opinion."
"She's right," Gorgeous said. "He hasn't had her pussy. That makes her smarter than both of us."
"That's true," Brenda agreed.
As they stood under the spray, crowded together under the single shower head, there was a closeness of more than fondling each other's tits and fingering one another's cunt.
They had come west together, virtual fugitives from their previous lives, to take up the sleazy but well-paid profession of exhibitionism.
But there was a peacefulness to this existence, a lack of hassle. They kept in touch with their friends back east, Frieda, Danner and some others.
Brenda's brother Jimmie came west with them, to look after them. He did that by handling their bookings and investing their income for them. He had the Midas touch when it came to taking their money and putting it in places where it increased considerably. Sometimes it even doubled. Gorgeous was a new piece of ass for him. She was as thrilled by what he did when he was in bed with her, as she was at the way he handled her finances. The four of them, five counting Frieda back east, were quite well off.
As they dried themselves and fixed their hair, Brenda said, "What do we want to do this evening?"
"How about we try our hand at the slots?" Cathy suggested.
"Sure," Gorgeous agreed. "If we win, fine. If we're losing, let's stop at fifty. No sense throwing it away when Jimmie is doing his bit to make it for us."
Brenda laughed. "He'd be horrified if he knew we were feeding those one-armed bandits. He says they're sucker bait and I guess he's right."
"That guy won't spend a nickel unless it gives back a dime," Gorgeous said. "Isn't he wonderful?"
As they left together, Gorgeous put her arm around Brenda, because she was hot for her. like she was hot for Brenda's brother Jimmie. They were both wonderful to jump into bed with.
Brenda, concerned about Gorgeous and not a little fascinated by the big blonde's voluptuous body, had called her as soon as she was able after their fight, courtesy of Rouel Blain.
They had gotten into bed together. And then Brenda's brother Jimmie began fucking her. They'd been together ever since, for the past eight weeks.
And Cathy, unable to bear the thought of no longer being able to roll around in bed with Brenda and Jimmie, quickly resigned from the team and came with them. The four of them took an apartment together and did everything together.
Dressed now in their familiar tank tops, short shorts and high heels, the three of them walked out the back door of the saloon and into the night.
"Hey, babes, where you headed?"
The girls stopped, peering into the shadows of the alley.
"Get behind us, Cathy," Gorgeous said quietly. Brenda and I will handle this."
Cathy stepped behind the other two as they faced the shadows, where the voice had come from.
"We been waitin' for ya."
Whoever it was, was not alone.
"Come out where we can see you," Brenda said.
As they came into view, Brenda and Gorgeous found it hard to believe. Two naked men, big, muscular hulks, emerged from the shadows. Black, hood-like masks concealed their faces. Their cocks were erect.
"Do you believe this shit?" Brenda asked.
"I see it, but it's hard to keep from laughing," Gorgeous replied. "I think they've been reading too many comic books."
"Why?" Brenda asked the men.
They didn't answer. Instead, they walked up to Brenda and Gorgeous.
Smack! Smack!
Brenda and Gorgeous each got a hard slap across the face. They didn't get a chance to do it a second time. They doubled up as Brenda and Gorgeous fought back and successfully put the guys out of commission.
All was quiet as Brenda and Gorgeous looked down at them.
"But why?" Cathy asked.
"Why indeed?" Brenda echoed.
"Where are their clothes?" Gorgeous asked. "They can't be far away."
They looked around and didn't see them. "Wait.. . that car parked over there-" Brenda said.
They ran a short way along the alley and opened the car door. The clothes were there, in two neat piles on the front seat. Brenda pulled a wallet from each pair of pants. When they came back under the exit light of the saloon, she handed one to Gorgeous while she rifled through the other one.
"New Jersey driver's license," Brenda said.
"Same here," Gorgeous echoed.
Tossing the billfolds into the nearby dumpster, Brenda said, "I might have known.
"Rouel Blain?"
"Right. He sent these two mugs."
"I told you he was a no-good son-of-a-bitch," Gorgeous said. "What was his idea in this?"
"He wants to show me it's a rough world out here."
"It is when he sends his goons here."
"Why would he do that?" Cathy asked.
"He's a man who knows what he wants and will go to any length to get it," Brenda told her.
"I thought you said he was in love with you," Gorgeous said, glancing at the two forms lying motionless on the ground.
"He is," Brenda replied. "You think he'd go to all this trouble if he didn't care?"
"I hope no one like him ever falls in love with me," Cathy shuddered. "Couldn't he have just sent flowers?" Brenda and Gorgeous laughed.
When the two men began to stir, Brenda said, "We're going to get you guys some help."
"Why do that?" Gorgeous asked. "Why not let the bastards crawl to a phone themselves?"
"They're hired help for the same guy we worked for," Brenda told her. "I just want to help out our fellow former employees."
"Yeah," Gorgeous said. "A real nice fellow you work for, huh guys?"
"I got nothin to say," one holding his stomach said.
"Oh, yes you do, you stupid asshole," Brenda said, bending down so that he could not help but hear her. "This was a mugging, got it? You give the police your fullest cooperation, except you say it was a gang. You got that?"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it," the man gasped. "Now get the fuck out of here and get that help."
"Give me those stupid hoods and I'll throw them in the dumpster," Brenda said. "You won't be able to tell the police anything with those things on."
Gorgeous yanked them off both men and disposed of them. When she turned from the dumpster, she said to them, "Tell your boss to send two men with bigger cocks next time."
"Shall we go, girls?" Brenda asked.
"If you're sure they will be all right," Gorgeous said with an impish smile.
The three of them laughed as they walked off into the night.
CHAPTER TEN
"Hello, Rouel," Brenda said into the phone. "Who.. .what?"
"Surprised? You were waiting for this call, weren't you? Only you expected it to be from those two goons of yours."
There was silence at the other end. Then, "Brenda, I can explain."
"Go ahead, if you must," Brenda said. "But it isn't necessary. And, you remember, you wanted a woman who would understand. Believe me, I understand. I knew when I dialed your number that you'd be waiting by the phone, waiting to hear from those two goons. That was your sweet little way of convincing me it's a tough world out here."
"Brenda, really, I-"
"For what it's worth, Rouel, it is a tough world out here. Just ask your thugs after they're out of the hospital. Assuming they go back to you. They probably won't."
"I want you," Rouel said hoarsely.
"Would you still have wanted me after those two goons were finished with me?"
"They were only supposed to frighten you."
"So that I'd come running back to you? That's so childish, you should be writing TV scripts."
"I know you're sore, but-"
"I'm not interested enough to be sore," Brenda replied. "Disgusted, maybe. Anyway, it doesn't matter. What you want isn't me. If you really knew me, you wouldn't want me."
"I'll love you forever."
"You're talking like a child. Nothing is forever."
"Give it some time."
"Sure. In the meantime, no more rough stuff, okay."
"Okay."
"Goodnight, Rouel."
"Brenda."
"Yes."
"I-I'm sorry."
"You're just sorry it didn't work. You're sorry you couldn't come flying to rescue me from a cruel world."
"That too."
"You overlooked one thing."
"What's that?"
"It's people like you who make this a tough world to live in."
"Fine!" Rouel said, suddenly angry. "But you will admit it's an environment in which you seem to thrive."
"We both do," Brenda said.
"There, you see? That's proof that we belong together."
"Not quite. I haven't tried to do you in yet. But it's an idea. And I have plenty of reason to. It might do you good to experience some of what you inflict on others."
"Please...."
"No, Rouel. I've got a lot to think over."
"Then it's not a no."
"Call it a maybe."
"Then you forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive. Your hoods didn't lay a glove on me."
"Can.. .can I.. .call you again?"
"Anytime. Listen, I gotta go. So good night."
"I love you."
"Sure, I know."
She hung up.
"Some day, somehow, I'm going to make that asshole regret the day he ever met me," she said as she turned over and faced Gorgeous, Cathy and Jimmie who were lying naked on the bed with her.
"He sounds persistent," Cathy said as she snuggled into Brenda's arms.
"The guy has a case. What can I say?"
"He doesn't know about your.. .tastes then?
"That might not make any difference."
"What do you mean?" Cathy asked.
"He's got Ivan and Stanley as his personal staff. I suspect he gets even more personal with them, on occasion."
"I'll buy that," Gorgeous said. "Having gotten fucked by those two jokers in question, I'm sure Rouel keeps that kind of equipment around just so he can get his kicks by watching it in action."
Brenda grinned at Gorgeous. "You mean you think he chews on that meat now and then?"
"And no doubt takes it up his butt," Gorgeous replied.
"Well, each to his or her own tastes," Brenda said.
As though to emphasize her words, she sucked on one of Cathy's tits while Gorgeous devoured the other. Cathy squirmed with pleasure and spread her legs as she lay on her back so that Jimmie could crawl up between them and prod her pussy with the head of his cock. Moments later, it was in her cunt all the way to his balls and Cathy was getting a real going over from all three of them.
After Cathy had been well taken care of, it was Brenda's turn to be in the middle. Then Gorgeous had both her tits sucked on while her pussy was reamed out by Jimmie's cock.
Hours later, when the last of the exquisite twinges had passed through them, they lay there panting, savoring the experience, too relaxed to move.
After a while Brenda, feeling the perspiration cooling on her flesh, stirred and rolled off the bed. As she headed for the shower, Jimmie followed her.
With a plastic shower cap on her head to keep her hair from getting wet, Brenda stood there while Jimmie covered her from her neck to her ankles with a thick soapy lather. That accomplished, he spent a lot of time smearing the suds all around on her boobs. But he spent even more time working the soapy foam back and forth in her crotch and all over her twat.
"I must be really clean down there by now," Brenda giggled.
"I can't help it," he said. "I love to have my hand on your cunt."
Then she did the same for him. And she did a good job of soaping his balls and cock.
"I think you're playing with it," he accused.
"Of course I am," she admitted. "You think I'm standing in here with you just to get clean? I like having your dick in my hand."
Finally they stepped out of the shower and dried each other off, then went back into the bedroom. Cathy and Gorgeous were snuggled up together, their arms and legs entangled, going at it like two hot passionate lovers. Brenda lay down beside them and spread her legs as Jimmie climbed on top of her. Then he fucked her. When the morning sun shone through the windows, lighting up the room with it's cheerful glow, they were still fucking.
* * *
Brenda gazed with adoring eyes at the handsome man behind the wheel as she sat beside him. She put her arms about him and kissed him full on the mouth. It was a long hot passionate kiss that went on and on.
While she was kissing him, the man's hand found its way up under her skirt and felt along her inner thighs to the crotch of her panties. He rubbed her pussy through the thin material, causing her to moan softly.
"Let's not get carried away," she purred when their lips parted. "Wait until we get to your apartment."
"Then why aren't you waiting?" he replied, grinning at her, since her hand was on the bulge in the front of his pants, giving it a good feel.
"I was just curious," she said playfully. "I wanted to see what I could expect when we got to your place. You're feeling a little horny, I take it?"
"There's nothing little about my horn," he replied with a grin. "As you'll find out when I get you to my apartment."
They sounded like a couple of lovers, but they weren't. Not yet, anyway.
Wallace T. Barnes was her lawyer and he was taking her to his place to celebrate. Brenda had a lot to celebrate. She had been instrumental in giving Rouel Blain what he had coming to him. Thanks to her, that arrogant scoundrel with no conscience had come crashing to earth in no uncertain terms. His financial empire was in shambles and he faced a twenty-year jail sentence.
Maybe that would teach him not to push her around, she thought to herself as Wallace pulled into the driveway of the fashionable apartment building in which he lived.
"You've done wonders for my career," Wallace told her after he handed her a drink and sat down on the couch beside her. "I couldn't have pulled it off without you. I've been trying for years to nail him, but until I met you, I could never get anything on him."
"And now the District Attorney is moving up the ladder and they want you to fill the spot he's vacating," Brenda said. Congratulations."
"And I thank you sincerely," he said. "It took a lot of guts for you to spill all you knew about him. You're quite a woman."
She looked at him with a lewd smile and said. "You're about to find out how much of a woman I am.
They would make an outstanding couple. Wallace was a handsome, horny stud, while Brenda was a ravishing, big-titted, broad-assed, beautiful woman with a body that would make a bronze statue get a hard-on.
Wallace had a thing for big women. He'd crawled into bed with a good many of them and fucked them into a state of ecstasy. He regarded Brenda as a prize catch. She looked to be the hottest, wildest, most satisfying piece of ass he was ever apt to find.
Brenda pulled his hand out of her panties and gently pushed it away. "Are you going to behave yourself until I finish my drink," she teased. "Or are you going to jump me before I get a chance to set my glass down?"
Wallace laughed. She knew the answer to that as well as he did, because she had already signalled what she wanted.
"You're going to spend the next two hours getting laid," he warned her.
She glanced at his briefcase sitting on the coffee table. "What about those briefs you brought home?"
"It's your briefs I'm interested in right now. What's inside them."
Brenda smiled. "That's nice. How did you know I was in the mood for that?"
"I can always tell when a woman wants it," he told her. "Just like you know I have an itch for your pussy."
"Then neither of us has to ask for it, do we?"
He watched her as she got up and moved about the room, admiring his paintings on the walls. He studied her lovely ass. The shapely curves of her buttocks were tantalizingly prominent. His pecker stirred inside his pants, reacting to that hot-looking rear end of hers.
He saw her put her hands on her hips as she gazed at him with an amused smile. "What's the matter? Afraid to stand up and let me see your hard-on pushing out the front of your pants? You think I might wonder why a big shot lawyer like you has a stiff prick when he's alone with his client?"
"Very funny," Wallace said, grinning as he patted the place where she'd been sitting. "Come over here and let's get down to business."
"You know what, hon?" she said. "Why don't you go take a long refreshing shower first? You've had a hard day and it will help you to unwind. It will also sharpen your desire for me. That's because you'll play with your balls and your cock while you're soaping them up. And while you're doing that, you'll be thinking of how much you want my pussy."
"Sure, Brenda," he said agreeably, getting up from the couch.
"And don't worry about dressing before coming back here. You may find me naked when you come in."
He grinned at her, then hurried into the bedroom. There he stripped and stood naked before the full-length mirror. He liked what he saw. He knew Brenda would like what she saw too. After all, he had one hell of a well-built, muscular physique.
He smiled as he thought about her. Brenda was really something. All he had to do was stand before her, naked, and she'd get all sexed up and be ready to get laid. She affected him the same way. He could hardly wait for her to appear before him in the nude, and right away he would want to fuck her until he was exhausted. Then, if she still wanted more, he pictured her bringing her face down to his crotch, sliding her mouth over his dick and bringing it back to life again. If by that time her cunt was on his face, he'd do the same to her as she was doing to him and they'd finish each other off.
As he gazed at himself in the mirror, his hand wandered down and took hold of his cock. Small wonder Brenda was so wild about him, he thought, the way he was built. And the way he was hung. She'd probably already figured he had a big one.
"This is what she wants," he said out loud as he grinned at his image in the mirror. "What woman wouldn't, when she knows what it can do for her?"
He thought of her out there in the living room, waiting for him. Maybe she'd like to start things off on the couch. They'd sit there, hugging and kissing, like he was courting her. like he was seducing her. And she'd finally give in and let him fuck her on the couch.
He'd love to lie on the couch pressed up against her, his hard cock rubbing against her cunt. Or her bare ass. If there was one thing he truly enjoyed about fooling around with a big woman like her, it was wedging his solid dick in the crease between her buttocks. There were times when he thought a woman's ass cheeks were the sexiest part of her. At night when he settled down to sleep, alongside a big woman like Brenda, he always wound up with his prick pressed against her ass.
He wondered if, after he'd soothed and satisfied her cunt, she'd let him fuck her up the ass. He sure wanted to bad enough. Maybe he could talk her into it. What if she'd never had a prick up her back route, un-like the woman across the hall, who let him fuck her rear end whenever he wanted to? If she had a virgin ass, it would be tougher to talk her into it, but he'd love to show her what she was missing. It was the length and thickness of his dick that might worry her. She might believe her bumhole wouldn't stretch that much to accommodate his monster, and if it did, it might never have a chance.
Oh hell, he told himself with a confident grin as he walked into the bathroom, she'd let him. No woman had ever refused him when he wanted to fuck her up the ass. He stepped into the shower stall and turned on the water.
Oddly enough, in the living room, Brenda's thoughts were on the same thing. After we've had a wonderful time together on the couch, that horny devil is going to coax me to let him put it up my ass, she thought. I just know it. I can tell when a man wants to bugger my butt. If I let him put that thing up my rear end, I'll walk funny for a week after.
And yet, Brenda hated to think she was missing out on anything. It wasn't like she'd never had a dick up her rear end. Jimmie delighted in fucking her ass. He buggered her buns nearly every night.
Did all women take it up the ass, she wondered. Or only some of them? Gorgeous, Cathy and Frieda surely did. But then, there wasn't anything those girls wouldn't do.
But to take Wallace's monster cock up her ass.. . . Well, she'd just have to think about it some more.
In the shower, Wallace had covered himself from head to toe with a thick soapy lather. Then he spent a while making sure his cock and balls were squeaky clean.
The shower door slid back and Brenda said, "Just as I thought. You're playing with it."
He looked up, startled at first, then delighted, as Brenda, naked, got into the shower stall with him. The first thing she did was grab his cock.
"I couldn't bear the thought of you being in here all by yourself, playing with this thing, when I could be playing with it, she explained.
