{Stop reading right now if you are under 18, don't appreciate the joys of full-figured women, or are offended by cum, sweat, pee, toys, oral sex, anal sex, group sex, food/messy sex, watersports, light bondage/d&s, underclothing, masturbation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, marital infidelity or just plain fucking. Also don't bother reading it if you are expecting something that's violent or genuinely degrading or humiliating to anyone. *Do* consider reading it if you like a bit of story with your sensuality. I am the author of this fictional novella and I assert no legal rights over it. You may do anything you please within the limits of applicable law with the text.} Scorpio Madness, ch. 6 of 8 (mff, FA, w/s, light b/d, cons) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = 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!!'' *******************************************************************