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  Scorpio Madness, ch. 6 of 8 (mff, FA, w/s, light b/d, cons)
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           by Green Onions (an434987@anon.penet.fi)


 ``What the *HELL* !!''
 
 Rikki was calmer.  She gathered the soaking sheets around her
 and dived into them.  
 
 It was my job, evidently, to face the oncoming fire.  I knew I
 needed my shorts to do my duty.

 A snout eased its way through the opening dor accompanied by the
 humid smell of the night air.  The protruding proboscis appeared
 to be very interested in the fragrant odors left by all three
 varieties of champagne.
 
 I immediately recognized the offending nostrils as those of a
 dog.  The quivering nose belonged to a now-familiar animal.

 Gripping my shorts in both hands, I'd just managed to cover my
 dripping manhood when the owner sashayed through the open door
 as if she owned the place.

 Long blonde hair and two muscular tanned thighs bursting out of
 a tight pair of white designer shorts.  Tennis, anyone?

 But you couldn't play ball in those fancy knee-length cowboy
 boots.  And their owner didn't swing a racket.  Instead, she
 shook her big flaxen hairdo and inhaled deeply, imitating her
 familiar.
 
 Even if I'd had the idea of concealing the activities within,
 that was not an option.  My only choice was to go on the attack.

 ``<HEY!!>  What are you doing in a private hotel room, HUH??''

 ``Stay!''  She caught the curious cur by its collar and shoved
 him out the door, frustrating the yearning prober with her
 thigh.  It was the dog that Rikki and I had seen at the rest
 area.

 ``You'd better sit down and shut up because I got somethin' on
   yew!'' she sniffed, reflecting the local drawl in a low, sexy
   snarl.

 I looked at her more closely.  She was a total contrast to
 Rikki.  Slim and toned versus fat and luscious.  Tanned and
 sharp compared with creamy and soft.  Apple-breasts perked at
 melons as the classical northern European beauty took in the 
 half-shrouded Gypsy Goddess.

 Each bore the trademarks of muscle--Rikki's were well-developed
 and buried under fat, the Blonde's were smaller, but concealed
 under the thinnest imaginable layer.  Both were irresistibly
 sexy, each in their own way.  Complete with the most luxuriously
 long hair.
 
 I dubbed her ``Amway II'', because the long hair distinguished
 her so clearly from her short-cropped predecessor, though both
 had similar faces, bodies, and attire.  Not to mention endearing
 smiles and `live-and-let-live' attitudes.
 
                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
 ``Now suppose you explain to me _why_ we should tolerate your
 continued presence!''  
 
 I had zipped my fly all the way up and was ready to do battle.

 ``You don't get it--do you, "Mr. Pecs?!"'' she taunted, poking
 me harshly in the chest before resuming.
 
 ``I have _your_ license plate and my friend at the desk has the
   credit-card carbon.  Now take a look at _this_!!''
 
 She reached inside her elegant blouse and pulled out a couple of
 photographs which she lobbed almost viciously onto the bed along
 with her clean white duffel-bag.  Rikki jumped at the sudden
 impact, and I sat down so we could both view the new evidence
 _in camera_.

 ``Do you know her??''

 ``Yeah, her name's Judy!'' Rikki grimaced at the four-letter
 word.

 One picture was obviously taken when we'd just met each other. 
 Prone, poised, and prurient, we were wantonly worshiping one
 another's flesh with our fingers.  Rikki was squeezing my
 muscular shoulders and I was kneading her overflowing tummy.  
 
 The shot was taken from the side, and it was clear that my thigh
 was between her legs and her dimpled cheek was extended--a clear
 sign that something was in her mouth.  Our eyes were closed and
 her face was wet with my saliva.  It did appear that we were
 very good friends indeed.

 The second helping had even more gravy.  It was taken when Rikki
 was pissing all over my face through her panties.  The dog was
 visible behind us, and you could actually see the delicate
 outlines of her honeyed geyser.  Rikki's big thighs were partly
 naked, exposed to the sunlight as my hands dug into her
 buttocks.  
 
 Zoom lens.

 Our unwelcome guest had blinded us with science.  There was no
 way we could afford to let anyone see those pictures.

                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 ``Okay...what I want to know is how you got the key to what is
   _su-pposed_ to be a *PRIVATE* HOTEL ROOM??''  
   
 I still had something in me.  Maybe we could try suing her.

 ``For the same reason I _KNOW_ about *RIKKI*!!'' 
 
 Judy walked over to the bed, glowered at the room's reflection
 in the mirror, and directed an accusing finger at her nemesis.

 ``You see Rikki always fucks married men--she did my sissy
   husband recently.  The stupid wimp has a thing about panties,
   so he thought I'd never suspect when I found hers in his
   tool-kit!''  

 Judy paused for effect and then reached into her blouse to
 extract a lacy pair of blue beauties.  They were thoroughly
 stained and way too big to be hers.  I thought they were
 starched at first.  After she threw them at my face, I picked
 them up and inhaled some recognizably divine odors.  
 
 Nope.  No starch.

 ``Rikki's other habit is pee in the panties that she gives to
   her men.  That's how I knew Mark was fooling around and I soon
   beat it out of his cowardly ass!''

 Judy folded her arms and paused again.
   
 ``Why would a man keep and sniff his _own_ piss-soaked
   panties?!''
 
 She walked over to the nightstand and peeled-n'-popped open the
 third bottle of champagne, as if to emphasize her point,
 dribbling the froth onto the already-damp sheets.

 ``Even worse, she did the night clerk's boyfriend!  I met her at
   a church function a couple months ago, and we started studying
   Rikki's habits.  It seems she always meets her lovers in that
   rest area and brings them here.  When I saw you guys
   slobbering all over each other, I knew what Rikki was up to
   and where you were going.''

 Then she threw off her wig as she sucked the oozing champagne
 from the source.  We both stared at her new image.

 Yes, indeed--she was Amway I--the hair made a huge difference. 
 No wonder Rikki hadn't recognized her.  And I had been equally
 wrong to call her sexless.

                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 Judy glared at us and tilted her head towards the bag she had
 tossed on the bed.  ``Unzip it!'' she commanded, without a hint
 of space for a refusal.

 I did as I was told.  Rikki and I both gaped into the opening
 gash as it revealed a pink pair of plastic handcuffs.

 Judy pulled off her expensive-looking blouse to display a pert
 set of leather-encased breasts.  They were small compared to
 Rikki's but not bad for a woman as slender and 
 thoroughly-regurgitated as our captor.  The garishly-colored 
 handcuff key was securely stored in a gold chain around her
 delicate neck.

 ``Put 'em on!'' she demanded, starting to massage a nipple
 through the tight animal skin.  But I was not to be so easily
 tamed.

 ``No way.  I don't know you and I'm not wearing them!'' I
 insisted, folding my arms across my bare chest and flaring my
 nostrils.

 She backed off.  ``Okay, let Rikki wear 'em.  I know she's
 secretly submissive.  She just can't seem to find a man in the
 county who'll dominate her right.''

 I looked at Rikki to provide moral support, but it was too late.
 I guess she really wanted to be restrained, because the 
 tell-tale <click!> sounded before I could intervene.  
 
 Now it was just me and the Blonde Beast staring at one another.
 Tiger and lioness, face-to-face.
 
                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 But she didn't growl--quite the opposite.  As soon as Rikki put
 on the handcuffs, Judy threw her head back and laughed.  Loudly
 and mirthfully, as if she was the Happy Witch of the
 Wilderness.

 Pointing in my direction, she giggled: ``Isn't that some cum on
 your hair?''  I inspected the suspect strands.
 
 Evidently I'd smeared some of my finest on my dark locks while
 sucking Rikki's pissy pussy.  ``So?'' I demurred, declining to
 wipe off my Badge of Honor.  Judy did for me.  Then she smiled
 at herself in the mirror and walked towards the bed.

 Rikki and I both stared at Judy as my sperm got rubbed all over
 Rikki's lips and nose.

 ``That's what she likes...to be covered in it!  And it's _yours_
   isn't it?''

 ``No, it's the Jolly Green Giant's!''

 ``Very funny.  You _spewed_ it...now _you_ LICK it.''

 Judy turned to admire herself once again and seemed to lose her
 train of thought in another long swig of champagne as I cleaned
 my smeared cum off of Rikki's face.

 Then Judy's eyes fell upon the plastic container of brownies. 
 There were only three left, but each was a good size, richly
 covered in gooey chocolate frosting.  
 
 ``I see Rikki actually _does_ spend some time at home'' our
 tormenter assayed, snagging one for a test chew.

 ``MMmm...they're not bad!!  Mime impwessed.'', she chomped.
 
 ``He made 'em!'' Rikki ejaculated, nodding in my direction.  I
 almost wished she hadn't, not preferring to be the center of the
 Blonde Beast's attention.

 ``A NINE-tease man, are you?'' Judy sneered, facing me with her
 trademark grimace.  
 
 ``Make brownies, go out with your marriage ring still on, and
   *FUCK STRANGERS*, is that it??''

 She was right there.  I should have removed the revealing social
 symbol from my finger.
 
                       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 Judy puckered the remaining part of the brownie between her
 fingers and angled her body around as if she was a discus
 thrower seeking to toss the rest at Rikki's face.  The 
 melodramatic gesture caught us both by surprise; Rikki cringed
 and I sought to block.  
 
 But Judy suddenly drew back her arm as a wicked smile slowly
 grew on her thin lips.

 ``Turn her over!  That's right, with her big ass in the air!!''.
 We complied, not knowing what was going to happen.  

 ``I think I'm going to enjoy this...'' Judy slavered.

 Before you could say "Betty Crocker," she had smeared the
 brownie all over Rikki's derriere.  Judy was rubbing it deep
 into my Deity's full cheeks and pursing the fleshy folds between
 her fingertips as if she loved the sensation of soft ass-flesh. 

 Most of the confection's meat was lining Rikki's long crack,
 though some of the frosting was smudged all over her pudgy pussy
 lips.

 ``EAT IT'' she yelled.
 
 A clarification was issued shortly.

 ``LICK THE BROWNIE OUT OF RIKKI'S FAT BUTT!!''


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