Wrestling Vixens
by Unknown


CHAPTER ONE

"So, you going to fuck me, or what?"

Diane Kilgore pushed a lean, rounded hip at him and raised her eyebrow at Steve Carlson 
to punctuate the question.

Steve caught his breath and he became incredibly aware of his cock growing in his gym 
shorts. Tall and ruggedly handsome, his bare, muscular chest glistened with a film of sweat in 
the harsh lights.

Diane and Steve had noticed each other at Le Gym only thirty minutes ago. He had been 
doing reps with the free weights; she was pumping one of the Nautilus machines.

Diane stared at Steve Carlson the instant she saw him. He was working with no 
shirt--against the rules--but that told her something about him. Dressed only in blinding 
white gym shorts and high- top athletic shoes, she thought that Steve was the animation of 
one of those Greek athlete statues.

When Steve saw Diane watching him, he almost dropped the barbell. Diane Kilgore's shiny,
tight leotard covered her like a second skin, and she stretched it out in all the right places. 
Even though her long, thick, blonde hair was matted with sweat and she wore no make up, 
Steve lost concentration and let the weights crash to the floor.

They had circled each other for twenty minutes, moving from exercise station to exercise 
station, drawing closer each time. The other people in the chic exercise spa didn't exist any 
more. Both of them knew that they would be fucking sooner or later.

Steve just didn't think it would he sooner.

Diane knew what she wanted.

She had finally smiled at Steve as their cat-and-mouse game finally brought them to 
adjacent exercise stations. Both pretended to concentrate on their reps. Both were so hot they
couldn't stand it.

Diane had trouble working her biceps when her pussy and jugs were singing.

Steve couldn't get the proper extension in his legs raises because his cock was beating its 
head against his shorts.

Laying on a padded bench, Diane turned her head right and looked at Steve.

Sitting on a bench only three feet from her, Steve turned his head left and their eyes met. 
Following what seemed an eternity, Diane had made her request.

Steve's normal dedication to his workout argued with his throbbing cock trapped 
underneath his tight shorts for about two seconds.

"I don't even know your name," Steve stated in response to Diane's moot question.

"Diane Kilgore," she said impatiently, gracefully bending up to a sitting position..

"Steve Carlson," he returned, holding his hand out from habit.

Giving his full crotch a bemused look, she said, "Is your cock as well-exercised as the rest 
of you? If you don't get that monster out of there and into me pretty soon, you'll rip your 
pants."

Steve looked down at his bulging shorts. Glancing up at Diane, he smiled and asked, "My 
place or yours?"

Diane smiled back and told him, "Woman's locker room. Be there in two minutes."

Steve could only watch as the voluptuous Diane slipped off the padded bench and walked 
casually through the room filled with sweating bodies and clanking machines. He almost 
pumped his wad just from staring at Diane's perfect ass wriggle away.

He watched it until she disappeared into the woman's locker room.

The idea of fucking in the woman's locker room-- they were never called that at Le Gym, 
they were called dressing areas--delayed Steve for a second. But what the hell, he told himself.

Looking guilty, he walked through the room, glanced over his shoulder, then slipped into 
the garish pink and plum woman's dressing area.

The other patrons of Le Gym were too busy impressing each other to notice.

He found Diane was standing in back of the last row of lockers, still wearing her tight 
leotard and a come-on smile.

"What if somebody comes in?" Steve asked, his straining cock making the question 
pointless.

"Do you care?" Diane returned as she slipped a thumb under the strap of her leotard.

Diane Kilgore retained her smile and challenging look in her eyes as she slipped the straps 
of her leotard slowly off her shoulders.

Steve Carlson's eyes grew bigger along with his cock.

As Diane pulled her stretchy top over her big, firm tits, she felt her pussy shift from first 
gear right to overdrive. Freed from confining fabric, her plump jugs sprang out from her body,
dancing with every little movement.

Still locked into Diane's beautiful eyes, Steve leaned down and brought his left leg to his 
hands. One shoe off. In another second, he was barefoot.

Diane let her eyes slowly ooze down Steve's broad, muscled chest to his lean stomach and 
finally to the tented shorts.

Wriggling her hips and ass, she made more of a show of stripping the clinging leotard 
down her firm legs than she had to.

Steve pushed his shorts down and pulled his feet out.

Reduced to briefs and panties, they hungrily examined each other's perfectly exercised 
bodies.

Diane casually pushed her panties off her hips, exposing her ravenous pussy.

Steve carefully guided his briefs over his rigid cock, already throbbing and purpled.

Her big nipples were aching tight and her cunt was creaming and ready. Diane broke first. 
Three steps brought her chest to chest with Steve. Crushing her tits against his hard, hairy 
chest, Diane rose to tip toes and smashed her mouth on his.

Steve blew her mouth open with his hard tongue as he dropped his hands to her round 
ass. Grabbing the firm flesh, he jammed his cock between her thighs as his short hairs mingled
with her wiry bush.

Diane felt his hot rod between her legs and she lowered off her tip toes. Now she rode 
Steve's huge cock like fence rail.

Breaking the kiss, she gasped, "Fuck me hard. Exercise that big meat. At least a hundred 
reps."

Steve caught Diane's weight when she jumped and wrapped her long, lean legs around his
waist. Still holding handsful of her pillowy ass, he lowered her to the glossy, tiled floor of the 
woman's locker room, slid her backward just a bit, and plunged his cock between her slippery 
love lips.

Diane didn't have to think when she adjusted her powerful thighs so she could accept that
gorgeous cock in her demanding box.

Shoving his manmeat into Diane, Steve pulled his hands from under he ass and put them 
on her gelatinous breasts. Her big, rigid nipples stabbed at his palms like ice picks.

Diane let a little gasp escape.

Steve slowly pushed his cock in to the hilt until the big, engorged head bottomed out.

Diane let a bigger gasp escape.

As their trained bodies fell into familiar rhythms, Diane and Steve writhed and fucked on 
the cool tile floor of the woman's dressing area of the chicest exercise salon in town.

Just like doing reps on the equipment, they maintained total control of their muscles and 
breathing.

Pleasure started as little ripples crawling up her lean body.

Pleasure started as solid jabs of electricity shocking through his body.

Diane made her pussy muscles ripples up and down Steve's huge pole as he thrust in and 
out of her. In her mind, she was counting the number of times his cock head smacked her 
uterus.

Steve was fucking Diane faster and faster, his hands kneading her tremendous jug flesh. 
He was counting reps also.

Unable to control themselves, Steve was grunting with each powerful thrust, Diane 
moaned like a happy puppy every time that cock filled her pussy.

Now the ripples and shocks became crashing waves and savage jolts of pure joy as Steve 
and Diane fucked.

Their trained bodies were in the peak of condition; they could fuck for hours.

Wave after wave of powerful ecstasy pounded up from Diane's pussy,. She closed her 
powerful thighs tighter, as if to trap that wonderful cock in her cunt forever.

Steve squeezed her breasts harder and pinched her huge nipples hard.

The outside world closed smaller for Steve and Diane, until they only existed in the few 
square feet of glazed pink tile.

Pleasure and joy had deafened them, made them blind to anything but each other.

Ramming his cock into Diane's sweet pussy, Steve didn't hear the three women crowding 
silently around them.

Her tits screaming with joy and her pussy buzzing with pleasure, Diane didn't see their 
audience.

The three young women, all dressed in the requisite expensive leotards, looked at each 
other and covered giggles with their hands.

Steve was grunting and blowing like a marathon runner on mile 20.

Diane was moaning and squealing like a child at Christmas, her voice rising to a squeak 
every time Steve's massive meat pounded into her or his sinewy fingers gripped her nipples.

Steve felt his tight sac burning and knew he was about to unload.

Diane felt her pussy spasm as her cunt walls strained to squeeze his cock and her clit 
threatened to burst.

Steve's back went rigid and he was powerless to stop himself as he rammed Diane faster 
and faster.

Diane's hips jumped to the ceiling, came back down, then exploded off the floor, locking 
her back in an arch and lifting her gorgeous ass off the floor.

A fourth woman, dressed in designer togs, joined the other three. Where they were 
bubbling and giggling, this woman's faces was hard--her eyes steely.

Feeling his boiling come shoot up his shaft, Steve had to close his eyes.

Diane sensed the animal thing in her pussy swell bigger and she closed her eyes, the 
fanciful colors and marvelous perceptions of an orgasm playing on her eyelids.

A final primal roar, and Steve shot into Diane, his cock pumping like a tubular heart.

Diane's moans and squeaks rose to a scream of joy as she came. Ecstasy pounded her 
body like a prizefighter as her cunt swallowed up the hot come issuing from Steve's cock.

The four women watched the man's tight, hard ass bounce up and down as he emptied.

They watched the silky white flesh of the woman glow pink, then red as she clamped her 
thighs around his waist.

Unconsciously, the three giggling women were rubbing their own pussies. The fourth 
woman had folded her arms under her huge tits, her dark eyes burning with anger.

"What the fuck is going on here?" the fourth woman demanded.

Pumped dry and surprised by the voice behind him, Steve Carlson jerked his failing cock 
out of Diane and spun around, still grasped in her iron thighs.

Diane was lost in the powerful thrusts of a super orgasm. Eyes squeezed shut and guttural 
moans flying out of her, It would be another minute before she realized.

The three jovial women burst into applause, one of them reverting to an old high school 
cheer.

Steve locked eyes with the angry woman and wanted to talk, but his mouth just moved 
with no sound.

Diane came back to reality, noticed her cunt was empty and her tits were alone, she 
snapped her eyes open when she heard the female giggling and cheering.

She recognized all of the women. Diane smiled at the first three. Her blood froze and the 
hair on the back of her neck tingled when she saw the fourth member of her audience.

Steve crawled to his feet when Diane unlocked her legs. Fighting embarrassment, he said 
weakly, "Monica. How long have you been there?"

"Long enough to watch that disgusting exhibition," the angry woman replied.

Diane elbowed herself up and glared at Monica, spreading her legs wide so her pussy 
would cool.

Monica Blake was the biggest bitch at the health club. She flaunted her expensive clothes 
and finely-tuned body, treating the other women like poor imitations of a female. Monica 
Blake only accepted the very best.

Steve Carlson was the very best. He spent most of his time away from Le Gym in Monica's 
apartment, in Monica's bed.

Steve carefully retrieved his briefs and shorts and slipped them on, very aware of the 
female eyes admiring his hard, muscled body and huge cock.

Monica dropped her glare from Steve and turned it on Diane Kilgore. Her scathing eyes 
burned up and down Diane's glistening body. The Monica confronted Steve again.

"How dare you bring this slut in here," she stated, her arms still folded tightly under her 
fleshy boobs. "I own that cock of yours. I don't want it contaminated by that bitch."

"Who are you calling a slut?" Diane returned, rising to her feet. She squared herself so she 
faced the dreaded Monica.

The three cheering women went silent and started to edge away from the pair. Steve 
noted the hard faces of Monica and Diane and he picked up his shoes and joined the 
evacuation.

Monica spoke first. "I'm calling you a slut, you... you, little bitch."

Diane let herself smile, but it wasn't friendly. "You're just mad because your pet man 
prefers firm boobs and a tight cunt to your wrinkly, sagging flesh. Tell me, Monica dear. How 
low do your tits go without support?"

"Why, you little whore!" Monica sputtered, her face turning red and her arms dropping to 
her sides.

"And I'll bet your cunt is so stretched out you could get five cocks and a truck in there and 
you would never feel a thing," Diane continued. She started into Monica's eyes as she rose to 
the balls of her feet. Diane's hands were flexing into fists.

"You are a worthless bitch!" Monica roared as she closed the five steps between them.

Her sudden move made Diane jump back and raise her hands.

Monica set herself and swung her right arm, landing a hard open-handed slap across 
Diane's face.

Diane's head snapped back and her left hand went up to cover her burning cheek.

Monica took another step closer and swung her left arm. Diane was defenseless as 
Monica's open palm loudly smacked Diane's right tit.

"You filthy cunt!" Diane screamed as pain burned her jugs. She closed her right hand, 
ignoring her long nails as they spiked into her palm. The punch that smashed into Monica's 
leering mouth was halfway between a jab and slap.

Monica's head jerked back and she put her hand to her jaw. "I'll kill you, you slut!" She 
leaped forward like a crazed animal, her hands grabbing huge chunks of Diane's hair, her knee
thrusting up.

Diane swung her hip and took the knee on her thigh, but Monica yanked her head back 
with the hair entwined in her fists.

The three other women judged the scope of the arena and crowded back. Steve stood 
behind them, easily able to watch over their heads.

Diane lashed out with a bare foot and screamed as Monica savagely yanked her hair. 
Turning her shoulders, Diane brought a fist from left field and planted it painfully against 
Monica's cheekbone.

Monica shoved Diane back and let go of her hair. Stunned by the hard blow to her face, 
she jabbed at Diane's face with a closed hand while she savagely slapped her opponent's tits.

Diane gasped and bit her lip as pain exploded in her heavy jugs. Tears crowding her eyes, 
Diane aimed another fist at Monica's sweating face, but when Monica put her hands up to 
guard, Diane slapped Monica's tits as hard as she could three times before Monica dropped 
her arms.

Diane smiled, hoping Monica's tits burned as bad as her own.

Monica grimaced in pain and her anger rose to rage.

The two women lunged forward simultaneously, their hands grasping for hair, their long 
nails trying to open flesh.

Diane grabbed he front of Monica's designer leotard by the collar and ripped it open.

Monica Was shocked and her hands flew up to protect her fleshy breasts.

Diane moved in again, landing a right hand on Monica's eye.

Screaming in pain and rage, Monica jumped at Diane, bringing the smaller girl down with 
a flying body block.

Knocked onto her back, Diane writhed and kicked and tried to bite. Monica clutched 
Diane's wrists in steel grips, struggled with the flailing arms for a moment and finally pushed 
Diane's arms down to the floor.

Sitting on her helpless opponent, Monica grinned and tried to decide how to inflict the 
most pain on upstart bitch thrashing under her.

Rising up on her knees, Monica dropped her body down, right on Diane's solar plexus. 
Diane whooshed air and her face got redder.

Monica released Diane's wrists, knowing the little bitch belonged to her. "I'm going to ruin
that pretty face of yours, you little slut," she hissed as she cruelly slapped Diane's face.

Diane was powerless to get that hellcat off of her. Crushing open hands bashed her cheeks
and nose from both sides and all she could do was raise her arms weakly in defense.

Rhythmically pounding Diane's bruised and swelling face, Monica laughed maniacally. The 
blonde girl's face purpled, and her eyes were swelling closed.

"You'll never get another cock in that fly-ridden pussy of yours," Monica screamed. "When 
I'm finished with you, no man will ever touch you again you slut!"

Monica moved her barbarous blows to Diane's tender tits, ferociously beating the heavy 
flesh until Diane was crying and whimpering in pain.

Her mind filled with pain from every part of her body, Diane started to lose consciousness.

Feeling Diane get weaker, Monica grabbed a handful of Diane's lank blonde hair, jerked 
her up and held Diane's unrecognizable face up. Leaning back, Monica loaded up her other 
hand, closing it into a fist. Monica's whole body carried her fist straight into Diane's mouth.

Diane's mind closed down as shocking agony exploded in her mouth.

As her head slammed back against the pink, tiled floor of the women's dressing area, a 
huge patch of hair came loose in Monica's hand.

Ignoring the stabs of pain in her fist, Monica grabbed more hair, pulled Diane's face up 
again and smashed her fist into Diane's mouth again. Monica laughed as she felt Diane's 
perfect white teeth disintegrate.

Shaking her aching hand, Monica let loose her grip on Diane's hair and watched her head 
drop back. Diane's beautiful face was a mass of bruises and slashed flesh. Both of her eyes 
were swelled shut and her pretty, pert nose was splatted flat, making a whistling sound as she 
tried to breath.

Monica rose off of her vanquished opponent. She looked over at the assembled 
spectators. "You see what happens when you fuck with Monica?" she challenged. Looking 
right at Steve, she stated, "This little cunt isn't so pretty anymore, is she?"

Steve tried to hide his eyes as he surveyed the damage to Diane's gorgeous body.

Monica turned back to the helpless Diane, drew her leg back and planted her very 
expensive aerobic shoe deep into Diane's side.

Unconscious, Diane's body jumped.

Monica wasn't satisfied. She savagely kicked Diane in the side again and again, and when 
she tired of that, she punished the girl's thighs.

Finally finished, Monica regarded her work. Face ruined, rib cage crushed and thighs 
bloated with swelling bruises, Diane Kilgore wouldn't give her any more trouble.

As a final mark of her victory, Monica reached down and grabbed Diane's ankles. Stepping
between the fallen girl's legs, Monica turned and smiled at the three women and one man 
behind her before she drew her leg back and delivered a crushing kick to Diane's cunt.

Monica dropped Diane's legs, stepped over her beaten girl and pushed through the three 
shocked women and walked to Steve Carlson.

"If I ever catch you with another slut, I'll rip your cock off," she warned him. "And then I'll 
cut your balls off with a dull, rusty knife."

Steve felt sorry for Diane Kilgore; he really did. But she was nothing more than a good 
piece of ass. She wasn't even that, now.

Steve turned his eyes away and followed Monica to her locker like a puppy.

He stood silently as Monica stripped off her ruined leotard, showered and dressed.

Diane was still senseless on the bright tile floor when he sheepishly followed Monica out 
of the women's dressing area.

CHAPTER TWO

"My face is ruined!"

Nobody at the health club had dared help Diane until Monica Blake was long gone, her 
pet Steve Carlson trailing behind her. Left lying on the dressing room floor, Diane Kilgore's 
world consisted of pain and humiliation. Finally, an ambulance was called and she was rushed 
to the hospital.

Now, two days later, she could finally get out of her hospital bed and look at herself in the 
mirror.

Putting her hands up to her misshapen face, she felt molten lead sitting in her gut as she 
surveyed the massive bruises, the blinding white bandages and criss-crosses of stitching that 
were her beautiful face.

"Oh, my God!," she cried out again. "I'm ugly! I'm so ugly." No wonder her boyfriend 
hadn't been around to see her yet.

The heavy tape wrapped around her broken ribs hugged her like a python. She had to 
close her swelled eyes, unable to bare her ruined face. Diane pressed her face into her hands, 
not caring about the pain, and sobbed.

She stumbled blindly back to her hospital bed, threw herself on the crisp, scratchy sheets 
and bawled.

Her life was over.

Before that fateful day in Le Gym, Diane Kilgore had been one of the top fashion models in
the city--her living was her perfect face and tight, lean body. Her life consisted of interesting, 
very handsome men and exotic places.

It wasn't just her face that had been smashed beyond salvage.

Diane had no more tears, so she laid very still on her back in the hospital bed, praying it 
would be her bier. She fervently wished for purging flames to suddenly leap around her, 
destroying her ruined body and releasing her soul.

Eyes closed, every muscle perfectly still and barely breathing, Diane Kilgore's life was over.

"Time for your bath, honey," a rough woman's voice boomed.

Diane fought the urge to look or even acknowledge the voice. She knew that it was Nurse 
Gorman, but she understood that consider the woman meant returning to life.

"C'mon, honey," Gorman said, her voice loud and brash. "Rise and shine. Time for a 
sponge bath. " Diane Kilgore had lost the mental trail that led to eternity. Forcing her eyes 
open, she beheld the woman in white with her silly little pan of water and her ridiculous 
sponge and her inane name tag and her banal life.

Nancy Gorman was a big, open woman. Big, but not fat. She was built like a centerfold, her
enormous breasts molded by a bra into imposing cones beneath her starched uniform. 
Standing nearly six feet, she had the body of a goddess and the face of an impish child.

"Leave me alone," Diane said. Her voice was weak, but her tone was firm.

"Is our patient cranky today?" Gorman asked, setting her pan and sponge on the bed. 
"That's okay. I'm used to it. Now, please lift your gown."

Anger and a sense of incredulousness forced Diane's eyes open wider. Staring at the nurse,
Diane couldn't understand why this woman thought a damn sponge bath was so important 
when she was as good as dead anyway.

Nurse Gorman met her patient's hard eyes with a smile. "Don't give me a hard time, Miss 
Kilgore. Besides, you'll feel much better after a bath."

"I said, leave me alone," Diane restated. "Just go away."

"So we're not only cranky this morning, we're feeling sorry for ourselves, too," Gorman 
answered. "What's wrong? I know. It's the food."

Diane's need to die was sidetracked. "What do you think is wrong, you stupid cow," Diane 
shot back. "Look at me! Just look at me!" Tears touched at her eyes again.

Gorman's face softened a bit. She sat on the side of the bed and told Diane, "You'll be all 
right, honey. Another week or two and you'll be walking out of here."

Diane had no reply, so she glared.

"Besides," Gorman continued. "A pretty little thing like you probably has ten guys waiting 
for you. "

"I'm not pretty any more!" Diane screeched as she sat up. Tears flooding her eyes again 
and rolled down her face, disappearing into the bandages and tape covering most of her face.
"Look at me! I look horrible! I'll never be pretty again. I'm ugly!"

Nurse Gorman put a gentle hand on her sobbing patient's arm. "It's not that bad, honey. 
The doctors think that with some plastic surgery and some time..."

Diane Kilgore's sobs deepened, coming from deep in her gut and burbling to her throat.

Nancy Gorman caressed Diane's arm for a moment, feeling the anguish of the beautiful 
woman with the ruined face.

"You'll feel better after a bath," Nurse Gorman said, standing and dropping her sponge 
into the pan of warm water. She fished it out and twisted it with her powerful hands. The 
falling water was almost musical as it was squeezed out, plinking in drops and sheets.

Gorman sat back on the bed and reached behind to loosen the ties on Diane's hospital 
gown. "Just relax, hon," Gorman soothed. "You'll feel much better after a bath."

Diane had no more emotions left. If this giant nurse insisted on bathing her, then let her. 
When she was finished, she would leave her alone.

Nurse Gorman expertly untied the tie at the top of Diane's neck. Diane sat quietly, 
divorced from the whole thing.

Nurse Gorman moved her hand slowly down Diane's spine to the next tie and twirled it 
loose.

Diane felt the gown loosen, but she didn't care.

The third tie was in the small of Diane's back, just above her ass. Gorman slipped it loose.

"Now just lie back for me," Nurse Gorman asked in a friendly voice. Diane let herself fall 
back into the bed. She stared at the ceiling.

Smiling warmly, Gorman took her damp sponge and slowly drew it up Diane's bare leg, 
from the toe to the hem of the gown just below her knee. Then she did the same thing for the
other leg.

Gorman leaned down and carefully bathed Diane's feet, her strong hands rubbing her 
soles as she washed each toe.

Diane sensed a spark of something intrude in her funk. The bath did feel good.

Moving the sponge up Diane's legs again, Nurse Gorman firmly massaged her firm, 
well-shaped legs, bringing life back to ignored muscles.

Diane felt the spark grow and she let the wonderful feeling from her legs creep into her 
mind without protest.

Nurse Gorman returned to Diane's feet, massaging and rubbing them until the skin 
glowed pink. Then she slowly moved her sponge up Diane's leg. When it got to the gown, 
Nurse Gorman slipped a finger under the hem and eased it over Diane's knees.

Taken by the soothing sponge, Diane unconsciously lifted her ass so the gown could slip 
out. Before she realized, Nurse Gorman had folded the garment up to Diane's waist.

The sponge touched Diane's thighs and she let her eyes droop almost closed as the magic 
sponge caressed her skin. Moving in ever-widening circles, Nurse Gorman directed the 
sponge from Diane's knees all the way up to her mound.

Diane let her eyes close all the way. Every time the sponge came near pussy, the little spark
flared.

"Doesn't that feel good," Nancy Gorman intoned as she caressed Diane's silky white thighs
with her sponge. "Of course it does. It feels real good."

Without thinking about it, Diane agreed and let her legs come apart.

Gorman moved on to Diane's wide, round hips and extended her sponge's range to 
Diane's flat tummy.

Now Diane knew that spark in her mind, the one that flared into a firecracker when the 
sponge drew close to her pussy. The spark flared to a bright fire as the sponge teased her 
tummy and threatened her breasts.

Diane Kilgore was getting hot.

Still circling her sponge, Nancy Gorman eased the gown from under Diane's back. "Just 
raise your arms up a little, dear," she whispered.

Diane let the starchy, cotton gown slip over her arms because she could think of no 
objection.

Nurse Gorman glided her sponge over Diane's tummy, down one thigh and back up the 
other. The nurse gasped as she regarded Diane's naked body. She smiled at her patient's 
smooth, taut legs and flat, solid tummy. She caught her lower lip in her teeth when she finally 
gazed on Diane's gorgeous tits, still discolored from the beating.

Nancy Gorman felt her cunt start to whine and her panties were damp. Nurse Gorman felt 
her own enormous nipples stiffen against her tight bra as she watched Diane's nipples swell 
and point.

"You just lay back and let me do all the work," Nancy told Diane, noticing a slight smile on 
the bandaged face. Now she used both the sponge and her hand to caress and massage 
Diane's smooth body.

Diane was lost in a world of warm comfort and delicious sensation. She had gotten homy 
with women before, but she always had the resolve to ignore it.

She knew she shouldn't get turned on, but her body was responding without permission.

As Nurse Gorman oozed her warm hands all over her bruised, sore flesh, Diane Kilgore 
started to pump love juice from her buzzing cunt.

Bending low, Nancy Kilgore reached over and dropped the sponge back in the pan of 
water. It wasn't needed any more. Pushing her hands up and down the sides of Diane's hips, 
Nurse Kilgore brought a new bathing device into play--her tongue.

She started by just letting the tip of her tongue touch Diane's skin behind her hands. 
Looking up often, Nancy smiled when she detected no resistance in her patient's face or body.

Nancy smiled more when she saw Diane's legs slowly spreading apart. The nurse could 
smell Diane's cunt lotion and it made her own pussy spasm and pump.

Now Nancy laid her hot, rough tongue on Diane's thighs and licked. Diane made a little 
sound and her legs eased open farther, welcoming a tongue or a hand.

But Nancy had other plans. She drew her tongue up Diane's thigh, closed on her bush but 
didn't stay. Nurse Gorman's hands slid up Diane's thighs, over her waist and carefully avoided 
the thick tape around her ribs.

Nancy Gorman eased her open hands under Diane's heavy jugs, her tongue still teasing in 
Diane's belly button.

Diane traced every millimeter as Nancy's hands moved to her breasts, thinking that she 
should protest. But her body was no longer in pain--it was electrified.

The instant the nurse's big hands slipped under her boobs, Diane felt her nipples jump to 
attention and instead of protest, her mind was overwhelmed with desire.

Nancy forked the pillowy tits between her thumbs and forefingers, delighting in the weight
and bounce of the fleshy jugs.

Disengaging her tongue from Diane's navel, Nancy let her mouth and eyes share in the 
treasures heaving on Diane's chest.

"Just relax," Nancy soothed. "Just lay back and relax. It feels so good, doesn't it? Just relax."

Diane couldn't relax. She missed the touch of the sponge, the hands and the tongue near 
her gasping cunt, but the marvelous pleasure shooting through her tits made up for it.

Nurse Gorman squeezed and kneaded Diane's breasts firmly now, delighting in the big 
nipples standing like soldiers in the middle of big pink circles. She moved her hands from 
beneath the tits and up over to the top, letting her tongue work the undersides. Diane was 
starting to move and writhe to the rhythm of her aroused body. She let her legs fall all the way
open and she wanted to open her eyes and watch Nurse Gorman play with her titties, but she 
could only lay back and enjoy.

Nancy teased and feinted her tongue all over Diane's aching breasts before she finally 
lashed the hard, red nipples.

Diane's hips jerked up and she mewed as Nurse Gorman's tongue played her nipples like a
flute. Diane's nipples felt huge and rigid, and as Nancy slipped each one into her mouth and 
sucked it hard, Diane could swear her nipples were like cocks, growing and engorging to 
impossible size.

While Nurse Gorman sucked and licked Diane's crying nipples, Diane moved her hand 
slowly down to her hip, snaked it over her thigh and found her creaming pussy.

Diane's breath was ragged and her mouth was opening and closing as little squeaky 
sounds burped out. She rubbed the insides of her thighs for a second, then ran her finger 
along her milky cunt lips. That made her hips jerk and her legs fly open wide.

Nurse Gorman was so hot she couldn't stand it. Only decorum stopped her from ripping 
her confining nurse's uniform off. Her huge boobs longed to be free and her flowing pussy 
demanded something to fill it.

Feeling something odd, Nancy looked down and smiled when she saw Diane feeling 
herself up. Giving each nipple a good-bye nip with her teeth, she slid down Diane's bruised 
body and gently pulled the inquisitive finger out.

"Let me do that," she suggested quietly, barely a whisper.

Diane smiled.

Nancy ran her hands back down Diane's hips, her tongue laving along her tummy. But this 
time it didn't avoid the crease between Diane's legs. It aimed straight for it.

Holding back, Nancy dragged her hot tongue up the insides of Diane's thighs, fighting the
urge to plunge it deep into sweating pussy.

Diane's hips and back arched, trying to shove her cunt closer to the magic tongue and the 
delightful trails it was leaving on her skin.

Nancy tortured the soft, sensitive flesh around Diane's demanding love lips for an eternity 
before she let the very tip of her tongue flick up Diane's lips.

Instead of a soft mew, Diane moaned and put her hands on her tits.

Nurse Gorman continued to tease Diane's gash, promising with her tongue but always 
holding back.

Diane was squeezing her incredibly tight nipples, pinching and fondling them.

Nurse Gorman couldn't stand it any longer. The smell of fresh pussy was making her head 
swim and her own cunt was screaming between her legs.

Nancy Gorman pointed her tongue and pierced Diane.

The shock of pleasure that surged from her parted pussy froze Diane's hands and pulled a 
moan from her soul.

Nurse Gorman shoved her face tight between Diane's legs, her tongue straining to get 
deep into her cunt.

Diane was paralyzed by the pounding joy coming from her box, her nipples forgotten.

Nurse Gorman slid her hands under Diane's soft ass and brought Diane's cunt closer. The 
new angle allowed her to tease and attack her patient's swelling clit.

Diane was a mass of motion, her hips bucking, her breathing shallow and ragged, her 
heart pounding, wave after wave of ecstasy rolling from her pussy and issuing as low, long 
moans from her mouth.

Nurse Gorman was a medical professional. She continually brought Diane to the peak of 
bliss, the very precipice of orgasm for more than fifteen minutes.

Diane was no longer human. Arms and legs didn't exist. Past and future had no meaning. 
Her only reality was the powerful thrusts of the tongue in her cunt and the savage pleasure 
jerking her around like a marionette. Diane Kilgore was reduced to a pussy.

Nurse Gorman, fearing for her patient's health, concentrated her talented tongue on 
Diane's engorged clit.

Diane climbed to the next plateau of ecstasy and passed on to total pleasure.

Nancy flicked and sucked and licked Diane's nub until her patient was writhing and 
moaning and bucking, totally out of control.

Diane knew it was coming--knew she was coming. Diane Kilgore had had orgasms before, 
plenty of them. But it was always with a big, hot cock plunged deep into her.

The explosion from her cunt was a hundred times more powerful, a thousand times more 
delightful. As she came, Diane clamped her legs tight around Nancy's head, her hips locked in 
the air and she stifled a gleeful scream, muffling it to a series of quick, breathy moans.

As the orgasm claimed her body, Diane felt her nipples triple in size and attempt to fly 
right off her tits. Her pussy felt like somebody had poured liquid ecstasy in, filling her entire 
body with the golden liquid.

Reality and consciousness ceased being concepts as her brain was turned into mush by the
mighty rush from her cunt.

Nancy gently spread Diane's legs and pulled her head out. She took her sponge and wiped
the drying cunt juice from her face.

Nurse Gorman looked down at her exhausted patient, dipped the sponge into the pan of 
water and began to bath the sweat off of Diane's heaving body.

She was finished washing her when Diane finally came back to reality.

Diane opened her eyes, not quite certain what to believe anymore, unsure of what she 
would behold.

"You see," Nurse Gorman stated as she gathered her pan and sponge and stood up. "I told
you you'd feel better after a bath."

"That was incredible," Diane gushed, her entire being glowing.

""You mean you've never had another woman?"

"No. I mean, I thought about it, but I never had the guts."

Nancy grinned at Diane and said, "You know the problem with men? They're not women."

Diane squinched her eyebrows together. "That doesn't make any sense. Or I guess I mean 
it makes too much sense."

"It's pretty simple," Nurse Gorman said. "What can a man know about having his titties 
sucked or how good it feels to have a hot tongue slipped into his pussy? All men know is 
cocks. A woman knows what makes her feel good, so only a woman can make another woman
feel good."

Diane still didn't see the logic, so Nurse Gorman leaned over and pinched Diane's relaxing 
nipples up again. Diane gasped as her rubbery nipples jumped into rock hard points and she 
felt her cunt begin to convulse again.

"Do you think a man would know how to do this?" Nancy asked as she kneaded Diane's 
big, soft breasts into hills of delight. Coming closer, the nurse kissed each of Diane's nipples, 
sending shock waves of joy through Diane's body.

"You see, I know what this feels like," Nancy said. She began to nip at Diane's 
hyper-sensitive nipples with her teeth. "I know how my boobs feel with a hot hard tongue on 
them." Nancy sucked Diane's nipples until they were red and rigid.

"So how could a man possibly do this to you?" the nurse questioned as she whirled her 
tongue around the base of Diane's nipples, sending the poor girl into spasms of ecstasy.

"And do you think a man could possibly know how delicious this feels?" Nancy remarked 
as she plugged her long finger deep between Diane's legs.

Diane gasped and air seemed to leave the room as the nurse wriggled her finger around in
Diane's cunt. Being in a hospital, having her face ruined, having her life ruined no longer 
meant anything to Diane Kilgore. She lived so that Nancy could finger her pussy.

"You see," Nancy sang as she slipped another finger deep into Diane. "Men just don't 
know what it's like to have a pussy, so they can't know what it's like when I do this..."

Diane Kilgore almost lost consciousness when Nancy started to pinch and squeeze Diane's
pumping clit. The knobby thing swelled and throbbed like a living being, and Nancy was 
petting it in all the right ways.

"What I do," Nancy said, but Diane was almost beyond understanding. "Is think about 
what I'd like done to me. Then I do it first."

Nancy flicked and massaged Diane's clit until the poor girl was senseless with pleasure. As 
the big nurse poked and probed her patient's gushing cunt, she felt her own pussy lips 
pursing and puckering. Nancy Gorman was so hot she couldn't stand up anymore. Her big 
hips were swaying and writhing as she started to moan.

"Remember, decide what you feels good to you, then do it first," Nurse Gorman stated. 
She pulled her slippery fingers out of Diane, lolled her tongue out and licked the glistening 
fingers clean as Diane watched in amazement.

"See you tomorrow, hon," Nancy said.

Diane couldn't speak as the big, gorgeous nurse strolled out of her room.

CHAPTER THREE

"Time for another bath?" Diane Kilgore asked when Nurse Gorman walked into her room 
the next day.

"Maybe later, dear," Nancy Gorman replied, her big smile making promises. "The doctor's 
coming. I need to change your dressings. " Diane Kilgore had spent a hard night. Every time 
she closed her eyes, she saw Nurse Gorman in her starched white uniform. Just thinking about
Nancy's big jugs and svelte body made Diane hot. The memories of what the nurse could do 
with her talented tongue almost made Diane come in her dreams.

But the mention of her bandaged face slammed Diane Kilgore back to reality.

Nurse Gorman leaned over the smaller girl and gently pulled bandages form her face. 
Diane winced, not as much from pain as the realization that without the bandages, she was an
ugly, grotesque freak.

"I want to look," Diane insisted, trying to jump out of the bed.

"Oh, no you don't," Nancy stated, pressing Diane back down. "There's no need to worry 
yourself."

Diane looked into Nancy's eyes, her own tearing. "Am I ugly?"

"Well, it's really too early to tell if the damage is permanent. But the swelling has gone 
down quite a bit." She put her hand on Diane's shoulder. "Give yourself a chance to heal. Your 
ribs are almost good as new."

Diane reached back and slipped the tie at her neck. Pulling the gown off her shoulders, she
bared her beautiful boobs. Glancing down, she noted, "The bruises are almost gone."

Nancy had to suck her breath in and fight with every fiber to keep from grabbing Diane's 
magnificent tits in her aching hands.

Nurse Kilgore completed her task and submissively stepped aside when the doctor arrived.

"Please try to hold still," the attending physician ordered as he prodded and probed the 
damage to Diane's face.

"Am I going to be all right, Doctor?" Diane asked.

"Oh, I don't think there will be any permanent damage beyond the scarring. There's no 
fractures in your cheekbones, and the swelling is diminishing. But your nose will need some 
work. You might have trouble breathing," he replied, unaware that he wasn't answering the 
question Diane asked.

Nancy Gorman understood. Her patient didn't care about medical shit. She needed to 
know how her face would look.

"You can remove the tape from her ribs," the doctor noted to Nurse Gorman. Glancing at 
his watch, he moved to the door. "You can probably be discharged in a day or two," he threw 
at Diane as he strode out.

Nurse Gorman pulled the tight tape from around Diane's rib cage, peeling it slowly so it 
wouldn't hurt much.

Diane rubbed her still-tender ribs, relieved to be rid of the adhesive corset.

"By the way," Gorman said as she left. "You have a visitor. He's a real hunk."

Diane Kilgore frantically fluffed her lank hair and tried to strike some sexy pose in the 
ridiculous hospital gown. She practiced a smile, but that stretched her stitches and wrinkled 
her bandages.

Diane was ashamed when Robert walked in. She watched his eyes and saw them crinkle in 
disgust when her saw her. He was carrying a flower arrangement that Diane knew he had 
picked up at the last minute in the hospital shop.

"So, Diane," Robert started, his voice stiff. "How are you doing?"

Instead of leaning down and kissing her cheek, he remained several feet away, as if he 
would catch something.

Diane felt anger mix with her shame. There was no doubt in her mind that Robert was 
repulsed.

They had been sharing a loft for the last six months. Robert wasn't just a pretty face--he 
had a huge cock and he knew how to use it. Their sexual encounters were always fantastic.

Robert had only two qualities: his pretty face and his enormous cock. He smiled constantly
and discussions were limited. First, Robert talked about himself; then, Diane talked about 
Robert. Diane always thought Robert was more vain than she was. She finally accepted the 
fact that pretty men were as shallow as beautiful women.

Now that she was no longer a beautiful woman, Robert had no use for her.

He used to wear Diane on his arm like some living jewelry, making sure people envied his 
perfect good looks and the perfect Barbie Doll he escorted.

But he was so fantastic in bed.

"Do you want to put those in water?" Diane asked, her voice gurgling. Why had it taken 
him three days to come and see her?

"Oh, sure," Robert replied, his eyes searching for a vessel. He finally plopped the flowers 
into Diane's water pitcher. He shuffled his feet and fingered his expensive watch for a few 
seconds.

Diane stared at him, waiting for some sign of affection. She only saw a very uncomfortable 
man who couldn't wait to leave.

"So how's the apartment?" Diane offered, trying for conversation.

"Uh, we need to talk about that, Diane."

"Let's talk."

"Well, the fact is... I mean, you know we never had any kind of commitment." Robert 
sucked in some medicine-scented air. "I've had your things put in storage. Candy's moving in."

Diane wasn't as hurt or angry as she wanted to be. With all that had happened, she really 
didn't care that she had quickly been replaced by a girl without stitches and bandages all over
her face.

"I see," she said slowly, trying to understand.

"So, I hope you get better," Robert said, edging toward the door. "I really do. See you 
around, huh?"

"Not in this lifetime, you bastard," Diane said to the door after Robert had left. She flopped
back into the bed and started thinking about dying again.

Nurse Gorman recognized the hurt on Diane's face the moment she walked in. She walked
to the bedside and sat on the edge, her hand on Diane's. "I'm so sorry, hon," she said 
sincerely. Smiling, Gorman added, "Besides, who wants to hang around with a guy who's 
prettier that we are, huh? I swear, I never saw such white teeth. Are they his?"

Diane glared at Nancy for a second, then a giggle bubbled out. Putting her hand in front 
of her mouth, Diane replied, "No. They're all capped. Everything about him is fake. I even think
his cock is capped. " Nancy and Diane dissolved into girlish giggles and when she finally got a 
hold of herself, Diane felt better.

Then reality crushed in on her. "I don't know why I'm laughing. My face is ruined. I can't 
ever model again. I have no place to live and I just got dumped."

"You can stay with me until you find a place," Nancy assured her, her hand roaming up to 
Diane's breast.

Three days later, Diane Kilgore walked out of the hospital and moved her things into 
Nancy's place. Most of the bandages and stitches were off her face, but there were still angry 
red lines where the stitches had been and some dark blotches were the bruise still healed.

Diane Kilgore was used to her face now. Staring at herself in the mirror, she couldn't even 
recall what she looked like before. She just knew that she had been beautiful, and now she 
wasn't.

Not that she was disgusting. The beating had changed her face subtly. Her nose was flatter
and wider, her cheekbones sunken and soft.

Diane Kilgore's face used to be beautiful. Now it wasn't pretty or even cute. Now, Diane 
Kilgore was just plain-looking.

Men would no longer stop and stare at her.

Women wouldn't give her the envious stares she had gotten before.

Nobody from either sex would notice her.

Diane Kilgore looked like a million other girls.

She hated it, but accepted it. The doctor had told her she might improve with expensive 
plastic surgery, but there was no guarantee.

Comfortably ensconced in Nancy Gorman's cozy apartment, Diane kept staring at her face 
in the mirror, trying to rediscover her beauty.

"You can't sit and stare in the mirror the rest of your life," Nancy Gorman scolded that 
evening.

"You've got to get on with your life."

Diane looked over the had mirror, her eyes asking, what life?

"C'mon," Nancy prodded. "We're going out tonight."

"I can't," Diane protested.

"Of course you can. Now get off your ass and get dressed."

Diane Kilgore really didn't want to go out. She was ashamed of her ordinary looks, and she
knew the price of being Nancy's roommate. In fact, Diane couldn't wait for the moment when 
the two of them ended up in bed together.

But Nancy wouldn't take no for an answer, and Diane sloughed off to the bedroom and 
threw on an old pair of jeans and a bulky sweater. She went into the bathroom by habit to put
on her make up, but when she saw her homely face in that mirror she decided it wasn't worth 
the effort.

"You're going to love this place," Nancy bubbled as they walked down a crowded street 
together.

Diane kept her chin down, hiding her face as they passed people walking the other way.

"Here we are," Nancy sang out.

Diane Kilgore looked up at a garish sign promoting 'SPEEDYS'. Though it was still early, 
people were flowing in the double doors.

Nancy grabbed her hand and dragged her into the noisy club.

Diane kept her head down as she and Nancy were shown to a table. She couldn't bear to 
look anybody in the eye. The sounds of clinking glasses, laughter and a whining jukebox 
flooded her senses.

Suddenly, the noises diminished and the atmosphere changed. Diane looked up at Nancy.

"It's time for the entertainment," her friend told her.

A tattered velvet curtain was drawn back at the front of the room, revealing a stylized 
boxing ring.

The crowd cheered and applauded, some stamping their feet. This is what they came for.

Diane watched with growing interest as a slick man dressed in a tuxedo strolled into the 
center of the ring, took hold of a microphone hanging from the ceiling and bellowed, "Good 
evening, ladies and gentlemen."

The crowd rose into applause and cheers again, only subsiding when the man begged for 
silence.

"Welcome to Speedys!" the man yelled. More cheers. "And welcome to tonight's show."

Diane expected some sort of revue, or at the very least, a boring lounge act.

"I know you're all anxious to get underway," the man noted. "So without any further delay, 
let's begin." He pulled some cards from a pocket and read to the crowd, "Tonight's first event. 
In the blue comer, the challenger from sunny California, please welcome--Rhonda!"

A tanned blonde dressed in a bikini pranced into the ring, her smile reflecting the 
spotlights. She held her arms up in victory, did a few bumps and grinds, then grabbed the ring
ropes and jerked them a few times. The crowd went wild.

"And now ladies and gentlemen," the announcer said, waiting for quiet. "One of the 
favorites at Speedys, you all know her, undefeated in her last three tries--from somewhere in 
Ohio-- Samantha!"

A chunky but well-shaped girl ran into the ring and repeated the crowd-pleasing show of 
her opponent. She was a dark brunette. Her bikini barely contained her big hips and 
pendulous jugs.

Diane looked at Nancy and asked, "What's going on?"

Nancy smiled back, her eyes flicking from Diane to the ring. "You'll see, hon."

"This isn't like mud wrestling, is it?" Diane asked, her tone betraying disapproval.

"No, hon," Nancy added. "This isn't like mud wrestling. This is for real."

Diane wanted to pursue it, but the crowd was whistling, cheering, stamping their feet. She 
drew some watered scotch up a straw from her nursed drink.

A bell clanged. Instantly, the sunny smiles of the bikini-clad warriors disappeared, replaced
by serious faces.

The two women circled each other in the small ring, bodies bent and arms out in 
traditional wrestling stances.

Samantha, the brunette, feinted for Rhonda's legs, making the tall blonde jump back.

Rhonda countered with a fake of her own, catching Samantha's arm when the brunette 
covered.

Planting her feet, Rhonda swung Samantha into the ropes.

The crowd yelled, screaming encouragement to their particular favorite.

Samantha sprang off the elastic ropes, right into a hair-pulling headlock. Struggling and 
gasping, Samantha reached back and yanked the bikini bottom over Rhonda's ass and down 
to her knees.

The crowd loved it.

Unseasoned, Rhonda released her headlock and reached for her dignity. Samantha balled 
up a fist, waited for the blonde to face her, and clipped Rhonda a vicious right hook to the 
chin.

Stunned by the blow, Rhonda reeled back a few steps. But when Rhonda pressed her 
attack again, the blonde landed a solid left hand to her gut.

Diane could hear Samantha grunt.

Rhonda learned fast. Her hand snaked out, grabbed the bikini-top of her opponent and 
ripped it off the woman. Samantha's huge tits swung free and Rhonda was able to slap them 
hard before Rhonda covered up.

The resounding smack of an open hand against flesh sounded like a gunshot.

The woman circled again, Rhonda without her bottom, Samantha without her top.

Ringwise Samantha made the first move, shooting a hand toward Rhonda's heaving tits.

When the blonde covered up, Rhonda dropped to one knee, shot forward and hugged her
opponent's knees.

Faked out, Rhonda toppled backwards, hitting the canvas with a thump.

Samantha freed the legs and bounced onto Rhonda's chest. Reaching down, she yanked 
the bikini top off her helpless opponent and raised it in the air.

The crowd cheered and stamped.

Rhonda struggled, but she was powerless.

Samantha let an evil grin cross her face, then started pummeling the blonde girl's tits with 
open-handed slaps. First, a the right hand slammed across Rhonda's left boob, then a 
powerful left slapped them back the other way.

As Diane watched, terrible memories flooded back.

The blonde was obviously beaten, but Samantha punished Rhonda's tits for a few more 
minutes, the crowd roaring in appreciation.

To finish her off, Samantha reached won and grabbed a handful of log blonde hair, jerked 
Rhonda's head up, and planted a closed right hand straight against her nose.

The crowd yelled for more, so Samantha pulled the hapless blonde's head up again and 
closed her eye with a savage punch. Playing to her admirers, the big brunette started a 
looping punch that landed against Rhonda's chin with a loud report.

Jumping off her beaten opponent, Rhonda ran around the ring, her arms in the air, the big
smile back on her face. Rhonda laid on the canvas, unable or unwilling to stand up.

The slick announcer bounced back into the ring, grabbed his hanging mike and 
Samantha's upraised arm and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, the winner and still 
undefeated--Samantha!"

Held by cheers and applause, Rhonda pranced around the ring for five minutes before she 
jumped out of the ring and disappeared behind the curtain.

When the crowd settled back to standard bar murmuring, Diane caught Nancy's eye. "That
was disgusting."

Nancy, still pumped up from the spectacle and grinning, returned, "You think so? What 
would you think if I told you that Samantha just won five thousand bucks for a few minutes 
work?"

"Five thousand... you're kidding," Diane said. "For showing her boobs and wrestling?"

Nancy nodded and Diane tried to reject the ideas she was getting.

"What about the loser--what does she get?"

"You don't want to know. " Nancy replied firmly. Intrigued by the obvious easy money, 
Diane said, "I have to go pee," because she did.

Threading her way through the labyrinthine bar, Diane searched for the bathrooms. 
Confused and lost, she wandered down a hallway, drawn to somebody talking. She could ask 
directions.

Slipping around a comer, Diane stopped and stared, mouth dropped open. She had 
strolled near the dressing rooms of the club, and as she stood there, she was looking straight 
into the loser's room.

Diane winced when she noticed the purpling bruises on Rhonda's big breasts and the 
reddening mouse on her eye. Diane was so close she could hear the strange whistling noises 
Rhonda made trying to breath through a broken nose.

But that wasn't what shocked Diane. Two men, the greasy announcer one of them, were 
tying Rhonda's wrists and ankle firmly to the training table she lay on.

"Can I help you, lady?"

Diane almost jumped out of her skin. She turned and faced the man who had snuck up 
behind her. "I'm looking for the ladies room," she stammered.

"Back that way, turn left down the next hall," the man said politely.

Clutching her bag, Diane hurried off, forgetting about the bathroom. When she slipped 
back into her seat next to Nancy, she smiled and said, "Let's go home."

Nancy smiled back, but made no move to leave.

Diane dimmed her smile and rode her hand up Nancy's stockinged thigh. When it eased 
under Nancy's skirt, Diane repeated, "Let's go home.

Now."

Out on the street, Nancy and Diane walked the few blocks to Nancy's apartment hand in 
hand.

As the climbed the stairs to Nancy's second-floor flat, Diane's nipples were already at 
half-mast, her pussy humming with anticipation. She didn't know why, but seeing the 
wrestling match had made her homier than hell. Diane Kilgore couldn't wait to get her clothes 
off and her hands on Nancy's big tits.

A few minutes later, the roommates undressed each other next to the bed, hungrily 
admiring the other's luscious body.

Once Diane was naked, she could feel the heat rising from Nancy as they stood face to 
face. No words were needed as Diane reached up and took Nancy's face in her hands, brought
hers up and lightly pressed her mouth on Nancy's.

Nancy responded with a flickering tongue and hands that explored Diane's big, round ass. 
Pressing the kiss harder, Diane pried Nancy's mouth open with her hard, hungry tongue, 
sliding it down Nancy's throat.

Clamping their bodies together, Nancy and Diane held their kiss as their heavy breasts 
smashed together, their hips pushed forward to cement their pelvises into one.

Diane, being the shorter of the two, rose and fell off of her tiptoes, rubbing her hot mound
and electric tits against Nancy's. The feel of Nancy's big, hard nipples scraping her tender 
boob-flesh and Nancy's long, hard tongue in her mouth made Diane weak-kneed and 
light-headed. Her pussy was throbbing.

Gently pulling Nancy back, Diane let the bigger woman ride her down onto the big, soft 
bed.

Breaking the kiss only long enough to arrange themselves, Diane pulled Nancy on top of 
her as she settled on her back in the plump mattress. Nancy sucked Diane's tongue into her 
mouth and slowly pulled off her mouth, rising up so she straddled Diane.

Pussy to pussy, Diane felt intense heat between her legs. She wasn't sure if it was Nancy's 
hot cunt or her own pulsing gash, but she was so hot she couldn't stand it.

Nancy towered over Diane, her expert hands kneading Diane's soft, fleshy breasts like 
bread dough. Like before, Nancy teased and tantalized Diane's yearning flesh until Diane was 
insane with pleasure.

Finally, when she thought she couldn't stand it any longer, Nancy took Diane's huge, hard 
nipples and rolled then between her fingers. Diane couldn't stop the gasping moans that 
erupted from her very soul.

Nancy leaned down, still pinching Diane's nipples, and planted a huge kiss on her. Letting 
her tongue become a cock, Diane thrusted and probed Nancy, sucking and lashing at her hot, 
erect tongue.

Nancy slowly pulled back again, but this time she trailed her silky tongue down Diane's 
neck, across her chest and down between her heaving jugs. The nurse teased and bedeviled 
Diane's aching boobs with her tongue, still worrying her nipples with her hands.

Diane didn't think it was possible, but she was so hot that she sensed the beginnings of a 
powerful orgasm rumble between her legs. As joy flowed from her tits, through her body and 
pounded into her brain, Diane's hips jerked off the bed and her back arched.

Yearning for something to fill her empty pussy, Diane was almost senseless as Nancy 
ultimately reached her swollen nipples with her rough tongue and her silken lips.

The instant Nancy sucked her nipple into her mouth, Diane felt the rumblings grow to 
tremors.

As Nancy rolled Diane's nipples in her mouth, giving one attention, then the other, Diane 
swore her nipples were a foot long.

Then Nancy nipped at them with her teeth, and Diane's hips flew up, her back locked and 
she felt her pussy contract and spasm.

Diane came like she never came before. It was like somebody set off a bomb in her cunt, 
the explosive force screaming up her body. But it wasn't one explosion. Bomb after bomb 
went off in Diane's pussy, each shock wave of ecstasy blasting into her brain.

Diane could hear animal-like moans and screams and knew it was her, but she was 
powerless as her orgasm earthquaked her mind into mush.

CHAPTER FOUR

"You sure you want to do this, girlie?" the greasy announcer from Speedys asked Diane 
Kilgore. Fascinated by the wrestling match she saw the night before, she had gone back to the
club the next day to see what she had to do to win $5,000.00. She had found the announcer 
sitting at a table in the empty club, surrounded by acrid smoke from a cheap cigar.

"Yes," Diane said firmly, but her knees felt a bit weak as she stood there. But then she 
remembered how warm her pussy got and how her tits tingled as she watched the women 
wrestling the night before.

The announcer smelled of cheap cologne and the empty room reeked of stale smoke and 
beer. "Before you get so cocksure, girlie," he advised. "Let me tell you what you're letting 
yourself in for. " He waved his hand at an empty chair. Diane slid into it, her knees pressed 
together and her back stiff.

"We kinda got three divisions," the announcer started as he puffed his cigar to life. "You 
say you were here last night? Then you saw the prelims. Kinda like amateur night."

Diane wasn't really listening. She just wanted to hear the part where she made $5000.00.

"So we get what you might call volunteers during the prelims. You understand? That would
be you to start."

Diane nodded. She was twisting her purse strap in her hands.

The announcer leered a second, then continued, "Looks like you've done this before. But 
as I was sayin'. We have prelims Monday through Thursday. The winners battle it out on Friday
and Saturday 'till there's two winners for the week. You win your prelim bout, you get 
$5000.00. You win the week, you get $10,000.00. You also get to advance to the next round 
along with the other weekly winners.

You follow so far?"

Again, Diane just nodded.

"Okay. After eight weeks we got sixteen weekly winners in all. Then we have an elimination
round. You lose, you're out--unless you go back to the prelims and start all over again. You 
with me?"

"Yes," Diane snapped so the man would quit asking if she understood. "I get into the next 
round by winning the preliminaries. If I lose in that round, I can get back in by winning 
another preliminary, right?"

"You got it, girlie," the announcer said, waving cigar smoke out of his face. "Now, in round 
two, you keep fightin' until only two are left. The best two from that round get into the 
championship round. For winnin' the second round you get $20,000.00. The championship 
round is all the winners of the second rounds--we have four second rounds total so there's 
eight in all. Now you're in the big time. We have a big tournament of champions starting in 
four weeks. You win there, you get $100,000.00."

The figure oozed into Diane's mind. $100,000.00 would be enough to get her face fixed.

"I want to do it. Where do I sign up?" she asked eagerly.

"Now, hold it, girlie. I just told you what you get if you win. I haven't mentioned what you 
get if you lose, have I?"

He didn't wait for an answer.

"You see, we figure if we offer big money for winning, we need to separate out the broads 
just out for a fling, you know? So we got kind of a penalty for losin'. Plus it makes sure the 
broads are serious, you know? Gives them an incentive to give the folks a good show, you 
understand?"

"Yes," Diane snapped.

The announcer leaned back, flicked a lighter on his cold cigar and puffed it back into life. 
Waving the billowing smoke away, he squinted at Diane and told her, "You see, we have 
some--what you might call sponsors--that put up the prize money. Before each prelim bout, 
they put up a grand apiece. We pay the winner outta that money and the rest goes toward the
big prizes. But these people want something for their trouble. So they cut cards. One that cuts
the highest card gets the loser."

Diane let that sink in. Then the images of the loser of last night's bout being tied down 
made some sense. It took her about two seconds to decide that letting some rich asshole fuck
her was well worth the chance to win $100,000.00--no, wait. $5,000.00 for winning the first 
time; $30,000.00 for winning the next time, and the $100,000.00 for being champion--that's 
$135,000.00 in all.

Even if she didn't win the big one, she could walk away with $30,000.00. Enough to get her
face fixed so she could be beautiful again.

"Here's the contract," the oily announcer said, pushing a document in front of her. "Sign it,
and you're in the prelims for tomorrow night."

Diane squinted at the tiny boilerplate, befuddled by the legal terminology.

"Oh, don't bother trying to read that thing," the man advised. "It's all lawyer crap. It just 
says the club isn't liable if you get hurt and that we have to pay you the money if you win. " 
Diane didn't care what it said. She pulled her purse up on her lap and plunged her hand in, 
feeling for a pen.

The announcer smiled and held out a gold pen that glinted in the weak morning sunlight. 
"Here. Use mine."

Diane reached and took the cool, slippery pen. Glancing at the document, she spotted the 
place where she was supposed to sign and wrote her name.

Handing the pen back, she felt a sudden surge of hope. Now she could get her life back 
together again.

"Okay, girlie," the man said, taking the pen back. He tucked it into his shirt pocket. "Be 
here tomorrow night at eight sharp."

Diane stood, feeling better than she had for a long time. Just before she turned to go she 
asked, "Do I need to bring anything?"

The greasy announcer leered and told her, "Just bring yourself, girlie. Anything else you 
need, we got for you."

Walking home, Diane couldn't wait to tell Nancy. She felt like this was the thing that would
save her life. Back in Nancy's apartment, she anxiously flipped through magazines and stared 
at the T.V. until Nancy came home from work.

"You what?" Nancy sputtered when Diane told her the news.

"I signed up to wrestle at Speedys," Diane confirmed. "I start tomorrow night."

"You don't know what you've done," Nancy stated, sitting on the couch next to Diane. "Did
they tell you everything? Did they tell you what happens if you lose?"

"Yeah," Diane said defiantly, her chin stuck out. "I'm a big girl, you know. I know what I'm 
doing. I can use the $5,000.00."

"I don't think you do," Nancy returned, a chill in her tone. "I wish you hadn't done that. I 
wish you had talked to me first. I really do."

The big nurse stood and strolled into the bedroom, returning a few minutes later dressed 
in sweat pants and a T-shirt instead of her nurse's uniform. Instead of rejoining Diane on the 
couch, Nancy started fixing dinner.

Diane couldn't believe that her new friend--and lover--was taking this attitude, but Nancy 
took pains to ignore Diane the rest of the night.

The two women ate dinner in silence. Finished, Nancy washed her dishes and retired to the
bedroom.

Diane sat at the empty dinner table and fumed. Nancy was treating her like a helpless 
child. Just because she let me stay with her and everything, she thinks she can run my life, 
Diane thought.

She piled her dishes into the sink and flounced on the couch. Diane really wanted to go in 
and snuggle next to Nancy, wanted to hold Nancy's magnificent boobs in her hands and feel 
the nurse's talented tongue between her legs. But she wouldn't crawl.

Diane finally fell asleep on the couch and when she woke up the next morning, the sun 
was streaming in the window and Nancy had already left for work.

Diane spent the day doing stretching exercises and in late afternoon, she jogged five 
miles. By 5 o'clock, when Nancy normally returned, Diane had adrenaline coursing through her
body. She was ready.

Five o'clock passed, then six o'clock and no Nancy. At six thirty, Diane had to leave. 
Walking the five blocks to Speedys, she was miffed at the big nurse, but decided maybe she 
had to work late.

Pushing through the big double doors, Diane noticed the announcer standing near the 
bar. She went up to him, noting that he still wore the same threadbare dinner jacket and still 
smelled of cheap cologne.

"Hey there, girlie," he said. "You all ready for your big night?"

"Yeah," Diane said, her nose wrinkling at the malodorous man. "Ready to win."

"We'll see." Looking around the empty club, he shouted, "Hey, Bruno. Show the lady to the
dressing rooms."

A big man lumbered up, the same man Diane had seen the night before. "This way," was 
all he said before he walked away. Diane followed, the first butterfly flitting in her stomach 
and the first seeds of doubt germinating in her mind.

"Right in there," Bruno said, pointing to a room without a door.

"Thank you," she said automatically. Clutching her purse closer, she walked through the 
open doorway.

A pair of hard eyes fixed Diane. A chunky brunette was standing in the middle of the 
room, her beefy boobs slung in a tiny bikini top, her big hips and thighs exaggerated in by a 
bikini bottom. Diane smiled at the girl.

"I... I'm here for the--" Diane started.

"I know what you're here for," a tough brunette said. "Here. Get this on." Diane caught the 
balled bikini that the women tossed to her.

The butterfly in her stomach grew huge wings. Diane set her face and stripped her clothes 
off, pushing them into a cubby hole like the other girl did.

She felt the pair of eyes on her as she slipped the bikini panties up and settled them 
between her legs. Flipping her hair off her back, she knotted the bikini top around her neck, 
shoved her tits into the tiny cups and tied the top around her back.

"This your first time?" the brunette asked, lighting a cigarette.

"Yes," Diane answered, a smile touching her face. "I'm Diane Kilgore."

"I don't want to know your name," the tough brunette stated. "I'm going to kick you ass 
tonight. So don't get too friendly."

Diane squeezed into a corner and watched the sullen woman. She looked so big and 
hard--and mean. Unconsciously, Diane started to play out her fight with Monica a few weeks 
earlier. She criticized her weak points, recalled the things that had worked. But compared to 
this brunette, Monica was a wimp.

"Okay, ladies," the announcer said as he strolled into the room. "It's show time." In one 
hand was a clipboard. "Let's see. We got Diane and Maria. Right?"

The woman didn't look that ethnic, but Diane felt a sense of fear based on what she had 
heard about Mexican women.

"Okay, people," the announcer sang. "It's show time."

The noise from the bar grew into shouts, cheers and applause as the curtain was drawn 
back, revealing the ring. Diane's butterfly multiplied into a swarm in her gut and she was 
doubting the sanity of the whole thing when a tremendous cheer burst from the crowd.

"Okay. Listen up," the announcer said as he poked back into the room. "We got a good 
crowd tonight. They want to see some action. C'mon, you broads. Give the people their 
money's worth. Make it last a while. Maria Gonzales and Diane Kilgore. C'mon, dolls. Move 
your asses."

Diane waited for Maria to move first and she sucked in a deep breath and tried to calm 
herself. Diane fell in behind her.

Fighting the squadron of butterflies making strafing runs in her belly, Diane forced herself 
to her confront her growing fear. She kept reminding herself of what she could do with 
$5,000.00.

As she got closer the ring, she could hear the murmuring conversation of the crowd, the 
clinking of glasses and even the sound of heels clicking on the hardwood floors. Turning a 
comer, Diane saw the garishly colored ring and a wave of heat cloyed her body and beads of 
sweat jumped to her forehead.

Diane tried to dry her palms on her thighs, but there wasn't enough material covering her 
body. Maria Gonzales stopped short. Diane almost ran into her. The announcer shoved past 
them onto the stage and into the ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said into the microphone hanging in the center of the ring. 
"For our main event of the night!"

Maria started forward and Diane followed. The harsh show lights almost blinded her as she
felt her feet go from wood to springy canvas.

"In this comer," the announcer intoned. "From Brooklyn, New York. Maria!" A smattering of
applause and some hoots from the assembled. "And in this comer, from right here in L.A., 
Diane!" A bit more applause, more hoots and some rude remarks.

As if in a dream, Diane went to the center of the ring, faced Maria and listened as the 
announcer said, "Okay, girlies. Now you give the people a good show. I want to see some 
action out there tonight. No staring at each other in the center of the ring, you understand?"

Diane nodded absently and it suddenly occurred to her to ask, "What are the rules?"

The announcer smiled as he walked away. "Honey, there ain't no rules," Maria hissed as 
she clamped a right hand on Diane's left arm. "No rules at all," Maria added, whipping Diane 
headlong into the pink and blue ropes across the ring.

Somewhere in the clash of crowd noises and ringing in her head, Diane thought she heard 
the bell ring.

Off balance, Diane took the ropes across her chest and thighs. They stung as the scraped 
at her bare skin and that little bit of pain was what Diane needed.

Suddenly, the cheering and hooting from the crowd was gone, Diane's world shrank until 
it was only the size of that ring. Clearing her mind, Diane could hear Maria's harsh breath right
behind her. Remembering Monica's hateful face in Le Gym, Diane focused on hate.

Sensing Maria's approach, Diane stayed on the ropes until a flag dropped in her mind. 
Whirling around, Diane swung her right forearm around and caught Maria right in the gut.

Maria doubled over, her arms folded across her belly. Diane bounced up on the balls of 
her feet, hands out at her sides. Morality tried to make her wait, but instinct overruled as 
Diane stepped forward and lifted her knee right under Maria's chin.

The shock of her knee crunching into bone felt good to Diane. Maria flew backwards and 
hit the canvas with a hollow thunk. This is going to be easy, Diane thought as she moved in 
for the kill.

Maria lay on her back, arms across her gut, a grimace of pain on her face. Diane stood 
over her opponent for a second, then raised her foot to stomp the bitch.

Suddenly, Maria reached up, grabbed Diane's foot and twisted. Diane crashed to the 
canvas like a sack of potatoes. Instantly, Maria was on her feet. Taking a deep breath, she 
landed a hard kick to Diane's exposed ribs.

Operating on instinct, Diane rolled away and slipped the kick. Bouncing to her feet, Diane 
turned to face Maria. The women circled each other for a moment. Maria made her move, 
faking high and diving at Diane's legs.

Diane jerked back and hammered Maria across the back with her fists. Maria jumped out 
and then leaped back in, her arms wrapping Diane's legs.

Diane let Maria push her to the ropes as she pummeled her with blows to the back. Maria 
let out an animal howl and in one powerful move, straightened up and pulled Diane's legs 
over her head.

Diane felt the canvas thwack on the back of her head and her ass. Maria jerked Diane's 
legs apart and aimed a savage foot at her pussy. Somehow, Diane got a foot free and plunged
it into Maria's gut, launching her across the ring.

Taking a few needed breaths, Diane got up slowly, keeping a wary eye on the recovering 
Maria. Once again they circled in the center of the ring. Diane expected Maria to go for the 
legs again.

She was totally surprised when Maria faked for the legs, reached out and ripped the bikini 
top off of Diane.

Modesty took over as Diane folded her arms across her exposed jugs. Maria swept her leg 
and kicked Diane's legs out from under her.

Diane hit the canvas hard, her elbow sending shocks of pain up her arm. Before Diane 
could even think, Maria grabbed her legs at the knees and slipped her left arm behind Diane's 
neck.

Still protecting her virtue, Diane Kilgore was pinned.

After the announcer pounded the traditional three on the canvas, Diane could hear the 
roaring crowd again and feel the pain. But the thing foremost in her mind was that she was a 
loser.

She laid on the canvas for a few seconds after Maria got off of her and was dancing 
around with her arms in the air. The whole fight flooded back into her mind and she knew 
where she made her mistake. If she could only do it over again, she knew she would win.

"C'mon, girlie," the announcer said to her harshly. "Clear the ring."

Diane crawled to her hands and knees as the crowd hooted and hissed. Their jeers hurt 
more than anything. Still in a fog, Diane Kilgore walked across the ring, slid between the ropes
and went back toward the dressing room.

Bruno stood near the dressing rooms and Diane watched Maria bounce jubilantly into the 
room right past the dressing room. "Losers go all the way to the back," Bruno directed as he 
went that way.

Diane walked past the victor's room, where Maria was toweling off and drinking 
champagne. "Here, bitch," Maria said as Diane slunk by. "You might need this," she said, 
holding Diane's bikini top out.

Diane just took it, forgetting that her big jugs were unbound and naked. Still replaying the 
match in her mind, Diane really didn't notice that Bruno unlocked the door to the loser's 
room. Only when she was inside did Diane realize he also locked it behind her. Diane was 
alone.

The noise of the crowd was gone, the pumping adrenaline was gone, even the butterflies 
were gone. Diane sat down on the floor in a comer, alone with her shame.

Suddenly, she heard voices and the door swung open. The oily announcer said, "This is the
one," to someone she couldn't see. Seconds later, a tall, handsome man in an obviously 
expensive suit walked in. He smiled down at Diane and said, "Hi. My name's Roderick, but 
most people call me Rod. I drew the highest card. I guess I won you tonight. " Stung by the 
reality of it all, Diane opened her mouth to say something, but now words came out. But the 
aching muscles and numbed mind were displaced by new sensations as she gazed at Rod.

Diane's pussy began to heat up, and her tits got light, almost floating like balloons. She 
sensed a unconscious smile touch her mouth as she felt her very conscious nipples wake up 
and grow.

Rod took a few steps and knelt down near Diane. The instant his man smell hit her nose, 
Diane began to pump love juice and her nipples sprang hard.

"I'm Diane," she finally said, her voice breathy. "And I guess I lost."

"Oh, no problem," Rod stated. "We can call it even with one little blow job."

Diane was glad he suggested it because she couldn't wait to get his cock out of his pants. 
She really wanted it deep in her aching pussy, but sucking it would be the next best thing.

Diane reached forward and grabbed his zipper, the match and the indignity of losing 
fading as her body began to demand satisfaction. Mouth watering at the thought of a hot 
cock in it, she suggested, why don't you just sit down in the chair and let me do the rest?"

Rod smiled and nodded. He rose and stepped to the plain, straight-backed chair against 
the wall and sat down. Diane followed on her hands and knees, seeing no reason to get to her
feet.

Quickly pulling Rod's pants and shorts down, Diane felt a fire between her legs and her 
jugs seemed five times bigger as she took Rod's hot cock in her hand. Feeling the manmeat 
warm her, she bent over and allowed her tongue to slip around the edges, then closed her lips
over him.

Holding the base of his shaft with her hand, Diane slowly gobbled Rod's cock, always sure 
she could not get another inch in her mouth, but driven to feel that big knob against the back
of her throat.

As she made his cock slippery, it slid in and out of her mouth as if it had a life of its own. 
Diane sensed her own body. Her tits felt like warm loaves of freshly-baked bread, the nipples 
aching as they hardened more.

Deep in her pussy, she felt her cunt begin to gyrate, dancing to a beat that made her wet.

Closing her eyes, Diane took more and more of Rod's cock into her mouth, lavishing 
attention on it with her lips and tongue. Every time she went down, her pussy cheered. Finally, 
she felt the wiry hairs around the base of his cock tickle her nose.

Diane was riding up and down on Rod's meat like a carousel horse. Faster and faster, she 
plunged that cock in her mouth and down her throat.

Picking up some arcane female rhythm, Diane fell into a kind of meter as she sucked the 
hot hard cock filling her mouth. Pleasure poured into her brain as Rod's huge shaft thumped 
down her throat.

Diane's cunt was screaming with joy, begging for that cock. Rod reached down and 
hoisted Diane's big tits in his hands, his touch feeling like liquid ecstasy.

Diane slid off Rod's member, moaned uncontrollably and finally gasped, "Oh, Jesus that 
feels so good. Fuck me. Stick it in me right now."

Diane bend backwards, then let her legs fly out in front of her. "For God's sake, fuck me!" 
she gasped, her cunt about to explode just from thinking about it.

Spurred on by his hard cock, Rod knew where it belonged. Slipping off the chair, he 
landed between Diane's outstretched legs, grabbed her soft, fleshy tits again and rammed his 
cock between her yearning pussy lips.

Diane arched up, her hips a foot off the floor as she sucked Rod's big cock deep into her. 
His hands on her jugs and his cock plunged deep within her, Diane humped up and down as 
Rod banged his sausage in to the hilt and back again.

Diane's brain was hammered with delight as he pussy clamped the big, hot cock tight. Just
when she thought she couldn't stand it anymore, her back locked and a long, thin wail cursed 
from deep in her gut, up her throat and out.

Rod stiffened, his hands freezing on Diane's jugs. Come blew up from his sac and 
exploded into Diane. He kept pumping away as his cock emptied into her tight pussy.

CHAPTER FIVE

"So you got your pussy whipped again," Nancy said when Diane got back to the 
apartment.

Losing the match and the $5,000.00 spill stung Diane, but her cunt was humming from the
thorough fucking it had just received. "In more ways than one," she said.

Nancy rose up off the couch, smiled warmly at Diane and said, "Take a quick shower and 
come to bed."

Diane stood under the warm shower and let the pains of the night drift out of her body 
and mind. She wanted to stay in the warm, pounding water forever but like everything else in 
her life, the hot water would eventually turn cold.

Grabbing the soap, Diane rubbed it over her hands until they were frothy, then slowly 
began to lather her pendulous breasts. Closing her eyes, she let the water beat on her back as 
she ran her slippery hands over every inch of her tits.

The water began to cool just as Diane's nipples were reaching out. But she smiled to 
herself and turned into the shower, letting the water sting her big boobs. She knew her 
nipples wouldn't be disappointed for long.

After she toweled off, Diane padded nude into the bedroom. Nancy was reclining on top 
of the bedspread, totally naked, her magnificent body almost glowing with anticipation.

Their eyes met and two cunts began to heat up at the same time. "C'mon over and let 
Nurse Nancy take care of you," she said.

Diane smiled and slipped her big, round ass onto the side of the bed. She was getting hot, 
her tits already straining to feel hands. But she was tired of getting fucked. She would be in 
charge tonight.

Sneaking up, Diane knelt on the soft mattress right next to Nancy and gazed down on her 
lush, female body. Nancy reached up to pull Diane down, but Diane parried her arms and 
leaned in, planting her hands right on Nancy's huge tits.

Nancy made a little squeak and her eyes grew big as Diane gently caressed her soft 
breasts. Diane felt her heart begin to pound and her own tits tingle as she watched Nancy's 
giant nipples come to attention.

Pressing harder, Diane clutched and kneaded Nancy's jugs until Nancy's nipples were 
standing straight out. Diane's mouth was watering as she slipped her knees out and dropped 
onto her stomach, her face buried in the nurse's pillowy chest.

Nancy reached down and grabbed handfuls of Diane's ass just as Diane touched Nancy's 
boob with her hot tongue. Laying it flat, Diane slowly pulled her tongue over the soft contours
of Nancy's tit.

Nancy responded with a gasp and her hands closed deep in Diane's ass flesh. Diane 
moved her tongue like it had a guide, licking and lapping Nancy's breasts until the big nurse 
was panting.

Diane smelled pussy--whether it was hers or Nancy's she wasn't sure. She knew she was 
creaming because her pussy was gasping and spasming. She was going to make Nancy's do 
the same thing.

Diane had scrupulously avoided the big, hard nipples projecting on Nancy's tits, but now 
she took them between her thumb and forefinger and roiled them gently. Diane could feel the
mini-cocks grow bigger and harder.

"Oh, my God," Nancy whispered. "I'm so hot I can't stand it. If you don't suck my nipples 
I'm going to explode."

One of Nancy's hands left Diane's ass and went between her own legs. As Diane closed her
mouth over her yearning nipples, Nancy stroked her pussy lips. Diane picked at the nipple in 
her mouth with her teeth, let it snap back before she circled the base with the tip of her 
tongue.

Nancy's other hand climbed over Diane's ass. Sticking out her index finger, Nancy drew it 
deep in the crack between Diane's cheeks. Diane pulled herself up, her mouth sucking those 
big nipples into angry red digits. Nancy's finger plunged deeper, almost touching Diane's 
creaming gash.

The stabs of joy from her ass forced Diane's mouth harder on Nancy's tits. Now she was 
frantically tonguing and biting Nancy's hard nipples as Nancy pushed her finger into Diane's 
asshole.

Every inch of Diane's body was screaming with delight. Nipping and lashing those big 
nipples was wonderful, but she knew where her tongue really belonged.

Giving Nancy's nipple a final bite, Diane rolled on top of the big nurse and started to lick 
her way down Nancy's body. The change of position pulled Nancy's finger out of Diane's ass. 
As Diane's tongue rasped in her belly button, Nancy reached between them and grabbed 
Diane's tits.

Diane almost exploded when Nancy's hands touched her jugs, but she had a mission. 
Pulling her aching boobs away, Diane tasted hair as her tongue tangled in Nancy's bush. 
Slipping her hands under Nancy's ass, Diane touched her tongue to the insides of Nancy's 
thighs.

Nancy's hips jumped up as Diane continued to tease around her succulent cunt lips. The 
nurse's legs spread wide as Diane pushed her face right into Nancy's pumping gash.

Still teasing, Diane softly touched the tip of her tongue to the gasping pussy, then she 
kissed Nancy's cunt, sucking the nurse's swollen lips. She could hear Nancy moaning and 
panting as the nurse began to writhe, her hips grinding Diane's face deeper between her legs.

Diane's cunt was demanding attention, but Diane had had hers. She felt an intense sense 
of power as she poked her tongue between Nancy's pussy lips. For the first time in a long 
time, Diane Kilgore was in charge.

Diane Kilgore was going to reduce the big, powerful, confident nurse to a simpering, 
moaning mass of quivering flesh.

As Diane moved her tongue in and out of Nancy's cunt, she could almost feel it between 
her own legs. She blasted her stiff tongue into the base of Nancy's gash, slowly pulled it up 
the vertical smile until she topped out at Nancy's swollen clit.

Smiling inside, Diane felt her own hips buck as she mercilessly attacked Nancy's clit. The 
nurse was screaming with joy, her pelvis grinding and bucking as Diane treated her big clit like
an all-day sucker.

Deep in her own pussy, Diane imagined Rod's huge cock pounding in and out. Then she 
imagined her tongue was suddenly thick and round, growing harder as she rammed it in and 
out of Nancy's pussy. Harder and harder, faster and faster, Diane tongue fucked Nancy until 
the nurse was insane with delight.

Diane was lost in the fantasy, driven to plunge her tongue deep into the cunt as if it was 
her cock. Nancy's screams rose, getting shriller and louder until the nurse could stand it no 
longer. A single, high-pitched wail shot out of her as she came, her back locked and her legs 
closed on Diane's head.

Diane didn't let the nurse off. She slapped her tongue against Nancy's clit and sucked and 
laved the erect knob. Nancy's second coming was ten times more powerful than the first. The 
big nurse almost passed out as ecstasy pounded her like a jackhammer.

Diane couldn't breath, and the nurse's firm thighs were crushing her ears but she kept 
tonguing that clit until Nancy finally collapsed, her legs going limp.

Gasping like an old steam engine and totally wrung out, Nancy was unable to even move 
for a long time.

Diane crawled up the bed and laid her head on a pillow next to the exhausted Nancy. As 
Diane fingered her own craving cunt with one hand, the other one gently drew finger circles 
around the base of Nancy's still stiff nipples until both women drifted off to sleep.

Nancy woke Diane the next morning with a soft kiss on the forehead. Diane fluttered her 
eyes open, saw Nancy's big grinning face and smiled.

"Good morning," Diane said. "Sleep well?"

"Of course I didn't, you little bitch," Nancy said, her grin spreading to a smile. "All I could 
think about was your tongue buried in my pussy. If I didn't have to go to work, I'd give you 
the tongue-lashing you deserve."

Nancy climbed out of the warm bed and started the shower. As Diane laid in the morning 
light, she remembered the night before--the fight, the loss, Rod's cock in her, and Nancy. 
Dejected when went to sleep, Diane woke up with more than a warm, satisfied cunt--she had 
knowledge.

She and Nancy shared a deep kiss an hour later as the nurse went off to work. Diane 
showered herself, pulled on jeans and a heavy sweater and left the apartment.

Walking the few blocks back to Speedys, all Diane wanted was another chance at the 
$5,000.00. She knew she could win this time.

Slipping into the empty club, Diane saw the announcer sitting at the same table as the day
before. Walking over, she wondered if the man ever went home. As she got closer, her nose 
wrinkled at the smell of cheap cologne and cigars and she wondered if the man ever took a 
shower.

"What can I do for you, girlie?" he asked brassily.

"I want to fight again," Diane answered.

The man looked up, dropped his eyes over her big tits jiggling under the bulky sweater 
and said, "You lost. What makes you think you want to try again?"

"Because I still need the money," Diane said firmly.

"I gotta tell you, girlie. You was lucky last night. Some of these bitches'll do anything to 
win. You know what I mean?"

"I'm one of those bitches that will do anything to win," Diane said. "Last night, I didn't 
know the rules. Now, I understand perfectly."

Squinting through a blue cloud of cigar smoke, the announcer said, "I'll just bet you do, 
girlie. But you sure you can take losin' again? Once I sign you up, there ain't no backin out."

Diane stopped a smile, keeping her face closed. But she wondered if this greasy little man 
knew that losing the night before was probably worth $5,000.00. Her cunt quivered and her 
nipples tingled as she recalled Rod fucking her on the floor of the dressing room.

"I can take losing. And I guarantee a good show next time," she said.

"Okay," the man said, sliding a contract over to her. "Turns out the bimbo scheduled for 
tonight got cold feet." He plucked the gold pen from his jacket and offered it to Diane.

"No, thank you," Diane said, leaning over to sign her name. "I brought my own this time."

Shoving the document back at the man, she turned and walked out into the cool morning.
The announcer stared at her wriggling ass as she left.

During the day, Diane did a few stretching exercises but she didn't run. She ate a light 
lunch, then took a nap. Waking at five o'clock, she forced herself to keep her mind off the 
upcoming bout. She knew what she was going to do. Thinking about it wouldn't help.

When Nancy got home, Diane told her that she was wrestling again. This time, Nancy 
didn't lecture, she just smiled and said, "Good luck."

"Are you going to be there?"

"No, I have to do some work at home," Nancy excused. Looking sincerely at Diane, she 
added, "I really mean it. Good luck."

Diane was the first one in the dressing room that night. When she put the bikini on, she 
made sure that the ties on her top were knotted three times.

When her opponent walked in, Diane gave her a hard look.

"Is this where I get dressed?" the tall, blonde asked with a wan smile.

"Put this on," Diane snarled, pitching a bikini at the girl.

Embarrassed, the voluptuous girl undressed and slipped the bikini on. Diane kept glaring 
at her.

"I'm Nikki," she blurted after what seemed like hours of silence.

"So what?" Diane shot back.

The girl shuddered, folding her arms across her chest.

Diane wanted to jump for joy inside. Remembering how intimidated she had felt the night 
before, recalling the giant butterflies in her stomach, Diane knew they were flying in Nikki 
now.

"Time to go," the announcer said, sticking his head around the corner. "Now you broads 
give 'em a good show tonight, you hear?"

Diane pushed past Nikki and strolled down the corridor to the ring. Standing in the wings 
as the announcer whipped up the crowd, she cleared her mind of all thoughts save one: to 
win, you must turn your fear into a weapon.

"In this comer, making her second appearance in two nights, Diane!"

Imitating Maria, Diane yelled and jounced around the ring, her arms in the air like a 
winner.

"And in this comer, from West Texas, please welcome Nikki!"

The gorgeous blonde forced a smile and waved tentatively at the crowd.

Walking to the center of the ring, Diane and Nikki glared at each other as the smelly 
announcer stated, "Now I want a good fight out there. Mix it up real good."

Nikki stuck her hand out. Diane looked at it, looked back into Nikki's eyes and smiled. 
Turning her back, Diane walked over to her comer and waited for the bell. That was one thing 
she didn't intend to do like Maria. She would win fair and square.

The sound of the bell hit her like a cannon shot and Diane pounced to the center of the 
ring, her eyes fixed on her opponent.

Like the night before, Diane sensed the sounds of the crowd and the hot, bright lights fade
until she didn't notice them. Keeping her eyes on Nikki's, Diane circled, her arms outstretched.

Nikki looked scared, but she had grown up in Texas with three brothers. Faking with her 
head, Nikki dived at Diane's legs and when Diane dipped to counter, the Texan clamped a 
headlock on Diane.

"Yahoo!" Nikki yelled as she ground her forearm against Diane's ear. "Now I'm gonna show
you some real Texas bulldogging."

Fighting pain and fear, Diane let Nikki jerk her across the ring and line her up with a ring 
post. Struggling just enough to satisfy Nikki, Diane made sure her hand was squarely on 
Nikki's ass when the girl ran her across the ring, intending to smash Diane's head into the 
post.

Three steps before she would crash headlong into the steel post, Diane planted her feet 
and shoved as hard as she could.

Diane's head popped out like a wine cork. Diane stopped--Nikki didn't. The Texas girl 
crashed full into the ring post, her shoulder taking most of the impact.

The crowd went wild as Diane strutted around the ring, her arms in the air. Now the 
sounds of the roaring crowd weren't muted--they were deafening. Diane knew that losers 
didn't hear-- winners did. The cheering masses would intimidate a loser, so losers shut the 
noise out. The applause charged up a winner--gave her more energy. Diane felt power flow 
into her as the crowd cheered her on. Rather than feeling the sickening fear of the night 
before, she felt powerful and confident. Diane was enjoying it.

Nikki was rubbing her injured shoulder as the women joined in center ring again. Both of 
them were more wary now that they knew the other was not going to be a walk over.

"I'm going to kick you little ass all the way back to Texas," Diane hissed.

"You and what army?" Nikki returned.

"I don't need and army for a little bitch like you," Diane snarled. Bouncing up on the halls 
of her feet, Diane suddenly dropped to her knees and grabbed for Nikki's legs.

The Texas girl jumped back smiling at such an obvious move. Diane was back on her feet 
with Nikki circling in when Diane feinted another grab at Nikki's legs.

When Nikki jumped back, she left herself open. Diane's hand snaked out between the 
other girl's arms and grabbed Nikki's top. Closing her hand into a fist, Diane ripped the 
skimpy top free.

As expected, Nikki immediately clasped her arms around her now-exposed breasts. Diane 
smiled and swept her leg under the Texas girl, making her crash to the canvas with a sickening
crunch.

Bare tits was what the crowd wanted and they cheered and applauded as Diane strutted 
around the ring, Nikki's bikini top clutched in an upraised hand.

Nikki was struggling to her feet, still mortified but she would soon get over it. Now, she 
was getting mad.

Diane tossed the top into the crowd and regarded Nikki again. "I thought everything in 
Texas was bigger," Diane taunted loudly. "Those are the puniest tits I've ever seen. Are you 
sure you're not a boy?"

Nikki's face turned red as she jumped up and rushed Diane. Diane just sidestepped the 
raging Texan and gave her a hard shove as she went. Nikki sprawled on her stomach, the 
rough canvas burning her naked breasts.

Nikki got right back to her feet. "You bitch!" she screamed. I'm going to tear you cunt out!"
Spurred on by rage, Nikki took another run at Diane.

Even though she expected it, Diane couldn't avoid Nikki as the blonde bowled her over 
with a savage tackle. The women struggled and writhed on the canvas, arms and legs flying. 
First Nikki would roll up on top, then Diane would pitch her over. The Diane was on top, but 
Nikki squirmed out form under.

Her mind racing, Diane knew she would exhaust herself grappling like that, so she went 
weak and let Nikki climb on top of her. The Texas girl was smiling as she forced Diane's arms 
flat on the canvas.

Diane waited for what she knew was coming next. Nikki enjoyed her small victory for a few
seconds before she released one of Diane's arms and said, "Let's see what your jugs look like, 
you fucking cow. " As Nikki reached down to tear Diane's top off, Diane balled her free hand 
and punched the blonde girl right in the eye.

Nikki yelled in pain and flew off of Diane. She ended up across the ring holding her 
smarting eye. Her brothers had never done that to her before.

Diane got up slowly, stalking the surprised blonde. A slight panic hit her mind but she 
turned it inward and used it as a weapon. That's the way to win. If you're afraid that your 
opponent will do something to you, do it to her first.

Closing on the whimpering Texan, Diane reached down and entangled her hands in Nikki's
hair. Then she jerked back, yanking the smaller girl to her feet. Nikki grabbed Diane's wrists, 
trying to pull her hands out of her hair "Who's a cow now, you skinny little slut," Diane 
shouted to the delight of the assembled crowd.

Nikki was defenseless, her eye closing and her head clothed in stinging pain. Releasing 
Diane's wrists, Nikki swung her hands wildly, hoping to hit something soft and vulnerable, but 
Diane easily avoided the little fists.

Now the crowd was at a fever pitch, screaming for blood. Standing back near the bar, the 
slimy announcer smiled.

"I'm going to tear that bleached blonde hair out of your head strand by strand," Diane 
screamed, jerking the hapless Nikki around the ring. "Then I'm going to tear those little 
bumps off your chest and shove them up your cunt!"

CHAPTER SIX

"We'll see who's a cow!" Diane threatened poor Nikki again as she slammed the blonde 
girl into the hard canvas.

Diane had pulled the Texas girl to her knees before she started pounding her face into the 
canvas. Jerking Nikki's head up by her hair again, Diane waited for the crowd noise to grow. It 
sounded like a drum when Nikki's forehead smashed the tight canvas again.

Diane opened her hands and untangled her fingers from Nikki's hair. Jumping to her feet, 
she strutted around the ring again. The thrill of victory felt almost as good as Nancy's magic 
tongue sliding into her pussy.

The roar of the crowd bled into her brain and Diane knew that the tiny bikini bottom was 
getting soaked by her gushing cunt. Diane's breasts felt like they were clouds, and a sudden 
impulse made her reach behind her, unknot the strap and pull the top over her head.

Just as she had done with Nikki's top, Diane strolled around the ring, the bright cloth held 
up in victory. Her heavy jugs jounced and the crowd burst into a standing ovation.

Finally walking back to the defeated Nikki, Diane grabbed her by the hair again, pulled her 
to her feet and screamed, "This is what tits look like, you flat-chested little whore!" so she 
could be heard over the clamor of the crowd.

Getting her balance, Diane swung Nikki hard and pitched her through the ropes and out 
of the ring.

The oily announcer had to jump on stage as he tried to keep the crowd from rushing the 
ring. The club bouncers stood between Diane and an adoring crowd as Diane smiled and 
accepted their accolades. Unable to make himself heard over the din, the announcer turned 
and hustled Diane out of the ring, off the stage and back to the dressing room.

"Goddamn," he said after they were in the room. Diane was sipping champagne, her top 
still clutched in her hand. "I ain't never seen 'em like that before. Girlie, you were great!"

"I know," Diane returned, noticing how the man stared at her naked breasts. "You owe me 
$5,000.00."

"With pleasure," he said, pulling an envelope from his jacket. Diane looked up over her 
wine glass and sneered at him. "Now get the fuck out so I can get dressed."

The greasy announcer leered at Diane's big jugs, shuffled his feet and said, "Uh, as long as 
we got some free time..." His cock was trying to push through his pants.

Diane gave him a hard look and said, "Don't even think about it unless you have another 
$5,000.00, you little fuck."

His plastic smile cracked, and the announcer walked out, muttering something that Diane 
couldn't hear. She finished her drink and started to dress. Hearing footsteps, she turned and 
saw Bruno the bouncer carrying the senseless Nikki over his shoulder.

"She going to be all right?" Diane asked.

"Oh, yeah," Bruno answered. "She'll come around in a few minutes. Congratulations."

"Thanks," Diane returned, gathering her purse.

She didn't really hate Nikki. In fact, she hoped the poor little blonde got the same loser's 
prize that she had gotten the night before.

Walking the blocks back to Nancy's apartment, Diane never felt so alive. Not only was she 
aglow and tingling from the match; she was so homy she wondered if she was going to come 
right there on the street.

Diane Kilgore patted the envelope stuffed in her purse. She couldn't wait for the next 
round--a chance to win more money--a chance to experience the overwhelming thrill of 
combat.

When she got to the apartment, she reminder herself that she must thank Nancy for her 
help. It was Nancy who told her that the best pleasure comes from turning your own desires 
into action. Diane also figured that if it worked with fucking, it would work with fighting.

So every time her heart stopped and white hot fear gripped her, Diane just took it and 
used it. With Nikki, when Diane feared having her top ripped off again, she tore Nikki's off. 
When Diane feared being hurled around the ring by her hair, she did it to her opponent.

Diane smiled as she walked into the bedroom. Nancy Gorman was sleeping, her lush body 
contoured under the covers. Getting undressed, Diane began to imagine the wonderful things
she wanted Nancy to do to her--but with her new philosophy, she would do them to Nancy.

Diane Kilgore had learned the secret of doing it to somebody else before they have a 
chance to do it to you.

As Diane slipped into the warm, soft bed next to the gorgeous nurse, Nikki from Texas 
faced a different night.

When Diane had thrown her out of the ring, Nikki had been almost unconscious. After 
that, she vaguely remembered being carried back to the dressing room and now, as she tried 
to clear her head, she snapped to attention with a start.

Nikki was sitting in a bare room with a closed door and a weak light. Automatically, her 
arms folded over her bare breasts and a shiver ran down her spine. Slowly, the multiple hurts 
she had suffered began to crowd her mind: her head still ached from having her hair pulled, 
her eye was almost swollen shut.

She didn't think about losing. She didn't consider her possible penalty. She just wanted to 
get the hell out of there and back on a bus for Texas.

Nikki Fleming had grown up with a boisterous, successful father, a beautiful gentle mother
and two devoted older brothers in a West Texas suburb. Nikki adopted the official uniform of 
her brothers: a T-shirt, jeans and Keds sneakers. She always played with her brothers and their 
friends because the boys did neat stuff. They played soldier, and baseball and shot baskets 
and went down to the creek to capture frogs. She was as good as any of them.

Nikki was happy, even though her mother kept forcing her to do stupid things. Her 
mother wouldn't let her cut her hair short and Nikki was mortified when she had to get her 
ears pierced. Refusing to wear dresses, Nikki couldn't understand why the other girls in town 
were such wimps.

But by the time she was twelve, she grew six inches in height and her body began to 
betray her. As the boys got muscular and leaner, Nikki got soft and round. At fourteen, Nikki 
was full-busted and pretty. Her brothers wouldn't let her play with them anymore.

The only important things in West Texas are oil, cattle and football.

It didn't take Nikki long to realize that oil, cattle and football were exclusively male 
pursuits.

It didn't take Nikki long to realize that as a girl, she could never have oil, cattle and 
football.

It didn't take Nikki long to understand that if she couldn't play football with the boys, she 
could do the next best thing. She could play with the football players.

At sixteen, Nikki was the darling of the football team--one of the few girls who would go 
beyond kissing in the cab of a pick up truck. By the time she graduated from high school, 
Nikki Fleming had sucked every cock in three counties.

After high school, life as some asshole's wife was like a death sentence to Nikki. So she 
grabbed a bus to the magic land of California, where good things always happen.

After two months in L.A., Nikki discovered another truth: every girl in town was more than 
happy to suck cocks to get what they wanted, and they were all gorgeous.

Almost out of money and living in a railroad flat, winning at Speedys was Nikki's ticket out 
of there-- back to Texas. But because she had lost, her trip home would be delayed.

"You alive in there, girlie?" the announcer asked as he unlocked the door and shoved it 
open.

The sudden flush of bright light made Nikki squint. The man was only a silhouette, but she 
knew that smell.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Nikki answered. She still couldn't believe that that cow with the big jugs 
had beaten her.

The light from the hall was blocked as another man filled the doorway. Nikki unfolded on 
arm off her chest and shaded her eyes.

"This here's Mr. Johnson," the smelly announcer said. "He cut the high card for tonight's 
match."

Squinting against the light, Nikki could see a big black guy dressed in a loud, purple suit. 
Gold glinted from his teeth and fingers.

"She's a little worse for wear, isn't she?" Johnson complained.

"Nah, she'll clean up real nice after a day or two," the announcer assured him. "Besides, 
you know the chances when you put up the bread. This isn't a fucking ballet, you know."

"Yeah, yeah. Okay," Johnson snapped. "Get her in the car so I can get out of here. " More 
light flooded in as Johnson walked away. Nikki didn't quite understand the whole thing, so 
she told the announcer, "I'm okay, now. Where are my things? I want to get out of here."

"You won't be needing your clothes, girlie. And as for getting out of here, remember the 
contract you signed?"

Nikki vaguely recalled it, but at the time she was so excited about making $5,000.00 just 
for wrestling some soft, feminine California girl. She used to beat up most of the boys she 
grew up with. She recalled thinking it was easy money.

"You lost, girlie. Now you got to honor your contract. You belong to Johnson."

Nikki still didn't quite understand until Bruno stalked into the small room, slung her over 
his shoulder and carried her out to the alley. The big bouncer tossed her into the back of a 
big, white Cadillac with velvet upholstery and slammed the door shut.

"What's going on here?" Nikki wailed as the car pulled away.

"Now you just settle down back there," the driver said. All Nikki could see was his broad 
back but the voice was familiar. "Don't be getting blood and shit on my seats."

Scrambling up against the accelerating car, Nikki hooked her arms over the front seat. She 
let out a stifled squeak when she saw that Mr. Johnson was the driver.

"Let me out of here!" she demanded.

"Say what!" Johnson exploded. He casually flicked his right arm and caught Nikki across 
the mouth, knocking her back into the soft seat.

"You cost me a grand tonight, you cunt. I had me a side bet on you and you lost. Only 
consolation I got is that I drew the high card. You belong to me until you work off the grand."

"Climbing back up, Nikki shouted, "What do you mean? I don't belong to you. Now you let
me out of this car this instant!"

Johnson leaned back and cracked her across the mouth again. "My bitches don't talk to 
me like that. First thing you got to learn. You owe me a thousand dollars, cunt. You gonna 
work it off one blow job at a time."

Nikki sat silently, unable to believe what was happening to her. The big car ground to a 
stop inside a garage. Nikki poised to jump out of the back seat and run like hell, but Johnson 
was on her before she had a chance.

The big man handled Nikki easily as he carried her into his big house. Nikki was screaming 
and kicking as Johnson pushed open a door and threw her into the room. "Clean her up," he 
ordered. Then, the door slammed shut.

Exhausted and confused, Nikki started to sob. She didn't notice the other two girls in the 
room until one of them put a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Who the hell are you?" Nikki said, startled by the touch. She was looking up at a pretty 
black girl with a big smile and a kind face.

"Take it easy, honey," the black girl said. "I'm Jasmine, and that's Holly over there." She 
waved a hand at a plain-looking white girl with puffy blonde hair.

"Where am I?" Nikki choked. "What is this place?"

"You're in the home of Willy 'the Sneak' Johnson," Holly answered from across the room. 
"One of the biggest and meanest pimps in L.A. I don't know why you're here, but I beg you, 
get out before it's too late."

The three girls jumped as the door slammed open. Willy Johnson stood in the doorway, an
angry glare in his eyes. "I told you bitches to clean that cunt up. She's going on the street 
tomorrow night and she'd better look good."

"No!" Nikki screamed. Scrabbling to her feet, she rushed at the door. Willy Johnson caught
the thrashing girl and easily held her as she pummeled his chest with her tiny fists.

Twisting her arm around, Willy rode Nikki to the floor pounced on top of her. "I got just 
what you need here, bitch," he growled, pulling a hypodermic syringe from a coat pocket. 
"This will settle your ass down."

Nikki watched in horror as Willy found a vein in her bare arm, poked the needle into it and
squeezed the syringe dry. Suddenly, a big, cottony white cloud rolled into Nikki's brain. She 
lost all interest in running.

Johnson stood up and regarded Nikki, his eyes parking on her bare tits. Reaching down, 
he hooked a finger in the waistband of her bikini bottom and roughly yanked it down her 
legs.

Nikki thought she wanted to resist, but it was so nice and peaceful in the white cloud. All 
she wanted to do was lay on the floor.

"You bitches clean her up and then send her down the hall. Let's see what this bitch has," 
Johnson commanded. He gave Jasmine and Holly a hard glare, then stalked off.

The other girls waited a minute to be sure Willy was gone before the knelt over the naked 
Nikki. "Oh, honey," Jasmine soothed. "C'mon. Let's see if you can walk," she said, picking Nikki 
up by the shoulders.

"I'm floating," Nikki intoned, a vacant smile on her blank face. "I'm just like a cloud." Held 
up by Jasmine and Holly, Nikki knew she was standing, but she just couldn't get her feet to 
touch the floor.

The other girls helped Nikki into the bathroom. Parking the girl against the wall, they drew 
a hot bath and gently lowered Nikki in.

Surrounded by warm water, Nikki was blissful as Jasmine and Holly gently washed her. 
Nothing mattered to her but the big white cloud.

She was still groggy when they were toweling her off, and by the time she was dry, Nikki 
could almost think again. "C'mon, honey. You'll feel better after a while." Leaning close to 
Nikki's ear, she whispered, "Don't be messin' with Willy. You just do what he says and you'll be 
okay." Jasmine started guiding Nikki out of the room and down the hall.

"Oh, my head," Nikki moaned. "What happened to me?"

"Just take it easy and you'll be okay," Jasmine whispered again, stopping Nikki at the 
doorway to Willy Johnson's bedroom.

Nikki looked up, and through the haze she could see a huge fur-covered bed. She was 
astounded when she realized that she was naked. Covering her breasts and crotch, Nikki 
stared at Willy Johnson. He was on his back, on the bed, his huge dong lying limp against his 
leg.

"Get your ass in here, bitch. I ain't got all night," he demanded.

Nikki shuffled into the room, too scared to think straight. The white cloud no longer 
obscured her mind. She had lost. This big, black man was her penalty. Even though she was a 
girl, she was bred in West Texas. This man said she owed him a thousand dollars, and Texans 
always pay their debts.

"What are you waiting for, you skinny cunt?" Johnson roared. "Get over here."

Nikki walked carefully until she was next to the bed. She couldn't take her eyes off 
Johnson's big, limp cock. She could only imagine what it would be like if it was hard.

"Before I put you to the street, you show me what you got."

Resigned to fulfilling her debt, Nikki let her arms drop to her sides and slid up on the big 
fur bed. Eyes fixed on Johnson's cock, Nikki began to feel her pussy throb and heave. Her 
nipples jerked and every beat of her heart pumped them bigger.

Nikki tentatively stuck her hand out, almost afraid to touch Willy Johnson's cock, but she 
reminded herself that this cock was no different from every cock in West Texas.

Fear dissolved as an aching need grew in Nikki. Her pussy was creaming and her tits were 
humming and regardless of the situation, she wanted that big cock.

Nikki let her finger just touch the warm, soft flesh of his cock. She jerked back as Johnson's
rod grew before her eyes. Staring at it made her so hot she couldn't stand it.

Snaking her hand out, Nikki grasped Johnson's cock and pulled it up straight. The tube 
throbbed in her hand like a heart. Nikki wanted that cock, she had to have it. It engorged and 
got thicker in her hand and Nikki's eyes widened as Johnson erected.

Her pussy was steaming as she bent low and let the head of the growing cock touch her 
lips. Electricity flew through her and her mouth fell open, her tongue lolled out and Nikki 
circled the head of the big cock in her hand with her silky tongue.

Her entire body was demanding that cock. Her cunt ached to be filled with its massive size,
her mouth watered at the thought of it. Nikki started to slide her hand up and down the huge 
pole as she poked the tip of her tongue at his pee hole. The cock got bigger, thicker, hotter.

Nikki couldn't believe that cock in her hand was so big, and getting bigger. Now it had a 
strength of its own as it fought against her, trying to break free of her grip. Nikki knew how to 
tame that wild beast.

Sliding her hand faster and faster, Nikki kissed and licked the gorged head of that huge 
cock until it stopped growing. Now, Johnson's huge pole was hard and hot, throbbing like a 
breathing thing.

She slowed her hand on his pole, swallowed hard once and slipped the big, purpled knob 
into her mouth. The cock seemed to swell in her mouth as Nikki slowly lowered her head over 
the massive shaft. Bending further, she swore the thing would choke her if she took any more, 
but she had to. She had to have every inch of that hot cock in her mouth, down her throat.

Nikki could only get halfway down the thick shaft before she rode it back up, her tongue 
trailing and licking. Then she started down again. Johnson's pole disappeared inch by inch in 
Nikki's mouth. She had to move her body between Johnson's legs. Kneeling on the soft bed, 
Nikki opened her hand and let the cock go. The only thing holding Johnson's manmeat up 
was Nikki's mouth.

Determined to get it all, Nikki gobbled the throbbing cock, forcing more and more of it 
into her mouth, down her throat. She used her tongue to lubricate the shaft as she felt the 
hard knob bottom out against her throat.

She pushed harder, shoving that hot shaft in. Just as she knew it would choke her, Nikki 
felt wiry hair on her lips. She had done it. Every inch of Johnson's immense pole was in her.

Nikki drew that cock slowly out of her mouth, and when she reached the top, her 
throbbing pussy commanded her to suck and lick that cock. Faster and faster, Nikki rode 
down the entire length of the giant manmeat.

She couldn't stop now even if she wanted to. She had to suck that cock, had to have it all. 
Bobbing down, the hot shaft slid into her mouth and down her throat and Nikki moved her 
hand under to hold Johnson's huge balls as she vacuumed his shaft.

His sac was tight and hot to her touch and as she gobbled his cock, she carefully fondled 
his balls, loving the feel of the knobby little things in his burning sac.

Nikki wanted to have that cock down her throat forever. Then, she wanted to plunge that 
massive meat into her pussy. She wanted Johnson fucking her senseless. But first...

Faster and faster, Nikki hummed and licked and even scraped her teeth against the sides 
of the big cock down her throat. Nikki felt Johnson's balls jerk and his sac burned as come 
blew out and up the quivering cock.

Johnson exploded just as Nikki bottomed out on his pole. The good-bad taste of come 
poured down Nikki's throat as Johnson pumped.

Nikki couldn't stop. She wanted every ounce of hot come. Frantically licking and sucking, 
she ate every glistening drop off Johnson's meat as it relaxed.

Exhausted, but powered by a wonderful glow, Nikki finally surrendered the cock and fell 
back on the big fur bed. Looking up at Johnson, she expected him to be like the boys in Texas,
but he just glared at her and said, You'll do. Now get you ass back where you belong."

Walking back to the room where Jasmine and Holly waited, Nikki knew that she had to 
have that beautiful cock in her pussy.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"What's happening to me!" Nikki wailed.

She couldn't seem to think straight and her mind was crowded with images of Willy 
Johnson's awesome cock. She just wanted to lie on the couch.

"You'll be okay in a while," Jasmine soothed, petting Nikki's tangled blonde hair. "You get 
some sleep--you'll feel better."

"Out of the way, bitch," Willy roared as he shoved into the room. The big black man 
walked straight Nikki, smiled down at the confused girl and told her, "You need something to 
relax you." Johnson held up a syringe, squeezed a milky white liquid out of the needle and 
then stabbed it into Nikki's arm.

Nikki felt panic grip her, but she had no strength to resist. She watched as the milky white 
liquid oozed into her arm. Then, the big white cloud rolled back into her mind, blotting out 
feeling all together.

Just before the fluffy cloud smothered her mind, Nikki looked up into Jasmine's unfocused
face and asked weakly, "What... what is it?"

Jasmine glanced around to be sure Johnson was really gone. Leaning down, she lightly 
kissed Nikki's forehead and whispered in her ear, "It's the stuff of dreams, girl. It's what keeps 
us here."

The words went into Nikki's mind, but they were swallowed by the huge white cloud. Nikki 
lost sense of time and space and self. When the cloud dissipated, like fog in the early morning 
sun, Nikki didn't remember where she was or how long she had been there.

She just remembered Johnson's enormous cock and a growing desire for the fluffy white 
cloud. She wasn't sure if they were a dream.

Nikki had to force her eyes open, and the soft room lights blazed like a sun. Her head 
pounded, her mouth was dry and fuzzy, her stomach churned and her muscles ached.

"C'mon, girl," a voice drifted in. "Time to go and do it."

It sounded like the voice was coming from a million miles away to Nikki. Struggling up to 
one elbow, she opened her eyes and looked around a plush room. The couch was red velvet, 
the walls were red velvet, the carpet was thick and blood red. It reminded Nikki of the funeral 
parlor back home.

"You here what I said?" the voice repeated. "Get off your ass."

Nikki whirled her head toward the voice, but dizziness and the urge to vomit made her 
grimace. Looking carefully this time, Nikki saw a vaguely familiar girl. She had met her last 
night. Or did she?

Nikki didn't know if it was night or day, what day it was or even what week it was. The last 
thing she knew for sure was fighting that bimbo with the big jugs--and losing.

A thousand dollars. Something about a thousand dollars. Then it seeped back, little 
memory by little memory. She had lost the match. Some big black man had claimed her as his 
prize and told her she owed him a thousand dollars.

A big black man with an enormous cock.

There were two other girls--Jasmine and Holly. Now she recognized the girl swimming in 
her eyes: Holly. Jasmine was the black girl.

"You think we can do anything with her?" Holly asked.

"Oh, she'll be real pretty," Jasmine responded.

Leaning over Nikki, she smiled and said, "C'mon, girl. You have to get ready. Willy Johnson 
come in here and we're not ready, he'll beat our asses."

Jasmine and Holly gave each other knowing looks, then hoisted Nikki to her feet. Helping 
the still-weak girl, the women dropped the naked Nikki into the shower in the bathroom just 
off the red velvet room and turned on the water.

The cold spray hit Nikki like a hundred wasps, making her gasp. But it did clean out the 
rest of the cobwebs in her mind. Nikki was instantly awake, alert--and scared to death.

Struggling to her feet, Nikki adjusted the cold shower until it was deliciously warm. She 
stood and let the water soothe and soak her tired body but nothing would soothe an 
unidentifiable need for something.

"Don't be in there all day," Holly scolded.

Nikki turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Holly and Jasmine were waiting 
for her, big red towels in hand. They roughly dried the shivering Nikki, scraping the rough 
towel over her sensitive breasts.

Satisfied, Holly grabbed Nikki's hand and pulled her back into the red velvet room. The 
women jerked Nikki over to an ornate vanity and shoved her down.

The touch of the red velvet stool on her bare ass felt strange, but when Nikki saw herself in
the huge mirror in front of her, she was shocked. Her long, blonde hair was a mass of tangles. 
Her right eye had a big black and blue circle around it and the other eye had a prominent 
dark circle. Her sparkling blue eyes looked dull and her eyelids drooped.

"You do her face, I'll get her something to wear," Holly commanded. Jasmine slipped up 
next to Nikki, smiling at the bedraggled girl. She picked up a silver hairbrush and started to 
brush through Nikki's hair.

"Don't you worry, girl. That mouse will go down in a few days," Jasmine said. Finished 
brushing Nikki's hair, Jasmine started wrapping the long tresses in curlers.

"What are you doing?" Nikki asked, her voice weak and scratchy. "I want to go home."

"Don't we all, girl," Jasmine quipped. Nikki sat as the black girl twisted her hair into a mass 
of curlers.

"Here, try this on," Holly demanded. She dropped a lacy black brassiere in Nikki's lap and 
stood over Nikki expectantly. Nikki picked the bra up, noticing how different it seemed from 
her regular ones.

Nikki slipped the garment over her arms and pushed her breasts into the cups. Holly 
reached down and pulled the back together. The bra cupped Nikki's creamy white boobs from
underneath and pushed them in from the sides.

Nikki felt uncomfortable with her tits squeezed together like that, but she was shocked 
when she saw herself in the mirror. Her tits were barely in the bra cups, her nipples almost 
peeking over the top. Her boobs were pushed in and up, forming two soft mounds and a 
deep crease of cleavage.

"I can't wear this," Nikki stated.

"Part of the uniform, girl," Jasmine said, blowing Nikki's hair dry with a hand-held dryer. 
"Goes with the other stuff."

Holly pulled Nikki off the stool and watched as the blonde girl pulled black fishnet 
stockings up her shapely legs. A tiny pantie nestled between her legs, covered by a black 
garter belt.

Nikki stood and looked at herself in the mirror again, a bit embarrassed but feeling very 
saucy in the black lingerie. Just seeing the sexy underwear on her made Nikki hot. She went 
back to the vanity and stared into the mirror as Jasmine unrolled her hair, rubbed some 
sweet-smelling stuff into it and combed it into high, blonde waves.

As the two other girls put make up on Nikki's face, she watched her lashes grow long and 
black, her eyes get wide and deep, her cheeks become angry red slashes of color. Deep red 
lipstick was smeared thickly on her lips. Finally, big gold earrings were pinned into her ears.

As Nikki watched herself in the mirror, she felt her nipples poking in the tight bra, her 
pussy gyrating in the tiny pantie. Still a bit embarrassed, Nikki liked her new look. It made her 
feel sexy.

"Here," Holly said. "Wear this today. Johnson will but you your own stuff later. " Nikki 
wriggled her big ass and round hips into a leather skirt that barely covered her ass. She pulled 
a sequined top over her head, noticing how her pushed-up boobs obviously curved above the
neckline. Sitting, she pushed shiny black pumps on her feet and stood up. It took her a minute
to get her balance on the five-inch heels.

Nikki Fleming had never been much for clothes and make up before. She had always 
preferred jeans over dresses and she hated the way her jugs tented out her T-shirt. Nikki wore 
cowboy boots instead of heels.

But now she was fascinated by the alluring, sexy woman reflected in the mirror. The shoes 
made her ass and hips swing when she walked and the sight of her breasts pushed into two 
mounds under her chin almost took her breath away. The heavily made up eyes and glossy, 
red mouth belonged to another girl. Nikki never looked like that. Still staring, she stepped 
back and turned to the side, marveling at how big her hips and ass looked in the short, tight 
skirt.

Nikki was getting hot just looking at herself, but embarrassment finally caught up with her.
Putting her hands under her jutting breasts, she stated, "I look like a... a whore!"

"Well now, then we did a good job," Holly mused. "Because that's what you are. Starting 
today, you do blow jobs for twenty bucks apiece until you pay Willy back his thousand."

Nikki didn't say a word while Holly and Jasmine slipped into their working clothes. She just
stared at herself in the mirror. Nikki Fleming couldn't decide if she was disgusted by the whole
thing or really excited about it. Like most women, she had fantasized about being a prostitute,
and now that she had the opportunity...

"You bitches get on out to the car," Willy roared when he stuck his head in the door. "Time
to do some business." He looked long and hard at Nikki and remarked, "You didn't turn out 
too bad. You start paying me back tonight."

The women climbed into Willy's Cadillac and Johnson started for downtown. Nikki didn't 
say anything the whole trip. Not only was she so hot she just knew her pussy was running, but
Willy played the radio so loud that talking was useless.

He pulled up at the curb in the seedy part of town, turned and said over the front seat, 
"Now, I'll be checking on you bitches. Get out there and make some money."

Nikki was standing on a comer with Jasmine and Holly as Willy drove away. Glancing 
around, Nikki noticed several other garishly dressed women standing around and her 
excitement grew.

A car pulled up, a window came down and jasmine leaned in. Nikki didn't hear what was 
said, but Jasmine hopped into the car and it drove off.

Another car slid to the curb, Holly said a few words in the open window and she got in and
drove away.

Without her friends, Nikki started to feel uneasy. The other girls were giving her very hard 
looks and whispering to each other. Nikki's feet started to hurt and standing was hard in the 
high heels, so she paced.

"Hey, good looking," a man sang as he eased up to the curb. Nikki turned and looked in 
the passenger window. The man was in his early forties, nicely dressed and he smiled. "You 
want to party?"

Imitating her friends, Nikki wriggled to the side of the car, stuck her head in the window 
and asked, "What do you have in mind?"

"Jump on in here, honey," the man said. "I got fifty bucks to burn."

Fifty dollars! Nikki felt her nipples jump and her cunt twinge as she pulled open the door 
and slipped into the seat. Smiling wide at the man, she licked her lips and stared at his crotch. 
"What have I got to do for fifty bucks?" she purred, saying what she figured prostitutes said.

"Just a quick blow job," the man answered. He jerked the car in gear and drove down the 
block and into an alley. Braking hard, he smiled at Nikki again and held up a fifty-dollar bill. 
Smiling, he said, "Do a good job, and the whole fifty's yours." Grinning to herself, Nikki 
couldn't believe her good fortune. She was about to make fifty dollars for doing the same 
thing she did for free back in West Texas.

"You just hold on to your hat, Mister," she stated. "Because I'm about to blow it in the 
creek." Wriggling her ass on the vinyl seat, Nikki leaned over and put her hand on the man's 
bulging crotch. She could feel the heat rising from beneath his pants, the blood already 
pumping in the man's cock. Just the touch made her dizzy, her nipples jumping to aching 
hardness, her pussy gasping and pumping.

Nikki used to do it real slow for the boys back in Texas, but this was business. She jerked 
his zipper down and his growing cock shoved white in the open fly. Swiftly unbuckling his belt,
she flipped the snap on his pants and freed the engorging cock.

Slipping her finger under the elastic waist of his shorts, she eased them over his pulsing 
cock and grabbed the meat with her other hand. The manmeat was like a live thing in her 
hand, radiating heat and squirming like a trapped animal.

Nikki slid her hand up and down his pole a few times, making sure it was as big as it would
get. Lowering her head, Nikki was disappointed that this man's cock wasn't nearly as big and 
beautiful as Willy Johnson's.

Nikki worked up some spit and licked his throbbing cock up one side and down the other, 
lubricating the shaft so it would slide easy. She flicked out a finger on the hand holding his 
shorts down and tickled his tightening sac as she bent the cock up and lowered her mouth 
over the knobby head.

Nikki's pussy jerked and spasmed as the hot knob slid up the roof of her mouth and 
banged against the back of her throat. Laving her tongue around the shaft, Nikki pulled up to 
the very tip, poked her tongue at his peehole, then gobbled his cock again.

As Nikki was sucking and licking his cock, she was thinking about how good it would feel 
between her legs. Her cunt lips were opening and closing like a mouth trying to speak and her
nipples were crushed hard against the tight bra.

The more Nikki sucked, the more she longed for a cock deep in her wanting box. She 
closed her eyes and tried to imagine a hot, hard cock plunging into her as she rode up and 
down the man's quivering pole.

Little shudders of joy started erupting from deep within her pussy, driving Nikki to suck 
that cock harder and harder. Pretty soon, her cunt was creaming in the same rhythm and Nikki
could almost feel her cunt opening up as the imaginary cock slammed into her.

Nikki felt the man's balls get hard and his sac shriveled and boiled. Nikki sucked his cock 
all the way down to the root, nipping at his curly pubic hairs before she slopped back up.

Deep in her mind, it was Willy Johnson's magnificent cock in her mouth. It was Willy 
Johnson's beautiful cock thrusting deep into her gushing pussy. Nikki closed her lips on his 
cock and scraped her teeth gently up the side, something guaranteed to make any man shot 
his wad.

The man shuddered once and gasped. Nikki felt his body go rigid and he banged his cock 
down her throat when his hips bucked and he blew sweet, creamy come into Nikki's mouth.

As Nikki gulped the sticky stuff, she longed for a man's tongue on her breasts, a man's 
cock between her legs. The cock in her mouth was failing, and she opened her eyes and 
lapped the gluey come off his cock and licked the last little drops that popped up.

Letting his shorts snap back, Nikki sat up and waited a minute for the man to stop gasping
for air. He turned and smiled at her.

The man reached down and closed his fly, his face still red. After he buckled his belt, he 
pulled the fifty dollar bill from his shirt pocket and shoved it between Nikki's bulging jugs.

Nikki was thrilled at making so much money for ten minute's work. She smiled back at the 
man, glancing down to her chest to make sure the bill wasn't a dream.

"Thank you," she said.

"No, thank you," the man chirped. "If I'd had a hat, it sure as hell would be in the creek by 
now, little lady. See you next time."

The man looked expectantly at Nikki, and it took her a minute to realize that she was 
supposed to get out of the car. Reaching back, she yanked the handle and pushed the door 
open. She was still smiling as she stood in the dark alley, watching the car drive off.

Nikki was whistling and almost skipping as she wriggled her way back to the street comer. 
Turning onto the street, she noticed that neither Holly nor Jasmine were standing where they 
were dropped off, but another black girl with purple hair and long, red fingernails was.

Nikki strolled up and smiled at the girl. The newcomer glared at her.

"Hi, I'm Nikki," the girl from Texas said brightly.

"You a whore is what you is," the black girl snarled. "And you on my comer. Now get your 
lily white ass outta her before I pull that blonde hair right off your head."

Shocked by the rude greeting, Nikki stuttered, "But I'm supposed to wait here for my 
friends. Maybe you know them? Jasmine and Holly?"

"I don't give a fuck about no Jasmine or Holly," the girl said. "Now either you get your 
pussy off my corner, or I'll slap those tits right off your chest, ofay."

Nikki wasn't sure just what was happening, but she felt her anger rising. She wanted to be 
nice to the black girl. In Texas, you try to be nice to people right off, but if they come spoiling 
for a fight...

Drawing her stomach in and pushing her chest out, Nikki returned, "Look, ma'am. I don't 
know why you're being so contrary, but if it's a fight you want, you found it."

Before the belligerent black girl could reply, Jasmine and Holly came strolling up. "Bertha, 
what you doin' here?" Jasmine demanded.

"I'm just teaching this white bitch the rules around here," Bertha snapped.

"Now you know if Willy finds you on his corner, he'll kick your black ass," Holly threatened.

"I ain't afraid a no man," Bertha shot back. "You whores need a man to protect you?"

Nikki had had enough. Not only was this girl downright nasty, she was insulting her 
friends. People just didn't do that in Texas and get away with it. "Listen here, girlie," Nikki 
snapped. "Now it seems to me that we've been pretty nice to you but you just must be a 
naturally ornery person." Nikki unconsciously turned square on to the girl and balled her 
hands into fists. "Now I think you need to just keep on walking."

Bertha's face contorted and she roared, "Ain't no white bitch gonna tell me what I can do!"

Nikki had been watching the black girl's eyes, so when Bertha reached out with her long, 
dangerous nails, Nikki was ready.

Bending backwards, Nikki watched the red daggers flash by, inches from her face. Bertha 
was off balance, so Nikki grabbed her passing arm and gave it a jerk, pulling Bertha all the way
over. The black girl landed on her knees with a thud.

The Texas rules of polite combat required Nikki to stand off while her opponent regained 
her feet. But Nikki had learned from her night at Speedys. She wasn't in Texas, and there were 
no rules.

Standing over the raging Bertha, Nikki landed a rather weak kick to her side, knocking her 
into the gutter.

"You fuckin' slut!" Bertha bellowed as she wallowed in the garbage. "You dead, whore. You 
dead!"

Nikki glanced at Jasmine and Holly. Her two friends stood off to the side, their expressions 
telling Nikki that it was her fight and hers alone.

Bertha kicked off her spike heels and lumbered to her feet, her face contorted in rage. "I'm
gonna scratch your fuckin' eyes out!" she screamed as she rushed Nikki.

Using another lesson from Speedys, Nikki sidestepped Bertha, snaked out her hand and 
ripped the sheer, low-cut blouse right off the woman's body.

Bertha's rage turned to shock when she realized her pendulous jugs were hanging free in 
the night air. While she was deciding whether she wanted to attack of just cover herself up, 
Nikki stepped in swung a roundhouse left. Her open hand sounded like a thunderclap as she 
slapped Bertha's tits.

Bertha roared and covered her smarting jugs. Nikki bobbed and weaved a bit, waiting for 
an opening. When she saw it, she balled up her right hand and aimed a Texas punch at 
Bertha's gaping mouth.

Nikki winced as her knuckles scraped on Bertha's teeth and the blow sent a shock of pain 
up her arm.

Bertha flew backwards like she was shot from a cannon. She landed heavily on her big ass, 
lifted her head for a second, then passed out in the street. Her mouth gushed blood and spit 
for a minute, then little bubbles grew and popped at the comers of Bertha's mouth.

Nikki massaged her aching fist, turned and looked at Jasmine and Holly. Her friends were 
smiling.

CHAPTER EIGHT

"No more working the street for you," Willy announced a week after he heard about 
Nikki's knockout punch. "No, sir. I got me a contender here."

Nikki basked in the praise Willy Johnson gave her. When she was good, he let her suck 
that huge cock of his and he supplied her with the magic stuff that brought on the big white 
clouds every time he shot it into her arm.

Little Nikki Fleming from West Texas, the girl who came to the big city because home was 
so boring was totally in love with big Willy Johnson and his magic stuff.

She had started out working in coffee shops. When she heard about the wrestling matches
at Speedys, she thought she could win enough money for acting lessons.

Six months after arriving in the city, Nikki Fleming was a whore and a drug addict. She 
would do anything for a fix. She would do anything to touch Willy Johnson's mammoth cock.

Now, Willy sent her back to Speedys and Nikki won her preliminary bout and her second 
round bouts and advanced to the finals. But all the money she earned went right into Willy 
Johnson's pocket. It was his management fee.

Nikki had long since earned the thousand dollars Willy said she owed him, but she didn't 
care. She would gladly pay ten times that amount if Willy would just fuck her.

But Willy knew a gold mine when he saw one. Nikki was given a room of her own, plenty 
of food to eat and he saw to it that she worked out on a heavy bag. He figured she had an 
even chance to win the big one, and if she didn't--well, she already earned him plenty. If she 
lost, then he'd just get another whore like her.

Nikki worked hard, toughing her body up and learning how to fight. She would do 
anything for Willy Johnson.

A few days before the championship match, Nikki was laying on her bed, her body aching 
from a tough workout, but her mind perfectly at peace. As she stared at the ceiling, she hoped
Willy would let her suck his huge dong tonight.

Suddenly, the doorway was filled, cutting off the weak light shining on Nikki. It was Willy. 
The instant she recognized him, Nikki's cunt began to spasm and her mouth watered.

"Hey, bitch. How's it going?," Willy asked, his eyes drinking in the curves of Nikki's full 
breasts straining under her T-shirt.

"Fine, Willy," Nikki answered. "I'm ready."

Willy Johnson waltzed over and sat on the edge of Nikki's bed and smiled at her. "I know 
you've been working hard, so tonight, I got a little surprise for you."

Nikki's heart leaped and her nipples bounced into twin points. Willy was going to let her 
suck his magnificent cock! She sat up in the soft mattress, her eyes glued to Willy's crotch. His 
dong was already straining.

Willy stood up and slowly unzipped his pants, letting Nikki pant and cream in anticipation. 
He shrugged his pants over his hips, then slipped his shorts off. Even at half-mast, his cock 
was massive.

Nikki scrambled up to her hands and knees and waited like a trained dog. Willy smiled 
down at her, his teeth a blinding white against his ebony skin. He shrugged his shirt off and 
slipped back onto the bed.

Nikki started to get into her usual position between his muscular thighs, but this time, 
Willy grabbed her shoulders and laid her on her back. He grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and 
jerked it up over her tits. Then he ripped her panties down her legs.

Nikki had to remind her self to breath as she gazed at Willy's cock hanging down like a 
pendulum. Her jugs were electric and her pussy was oozing as Willy shoved her legs apart.

Johnson eased down to the foot of the bed, dropped his big, muscular body between 
Nikki's legs and put his huge hands right on her breasts. Nikki had to close her eyes and bite 
her lip to keep from crying out with joy.

Still smiling, Willy held his stiff cock in one hand and stroked it harder while he squeezed 
and kneaded Nikki's soft boobs with the other. Nikki was moaning and mewing like a puppy 
as pleasure racked her body. Her pussy was so hot, so wet she thought she would explode. 
She couldn't wait to get Willy's cock in her mouth--couldn't wait until he was pumping his 
come down her throat.

Then Willy did the one thing that Nikki dreamed about: Instead of shoving his cock 
between the lips of her mouth, her aimed it and rammed it between the lips of her raging 
cunt.

Nikki caught her breath and let out a long wail as Willy smashed his huge length deep into
Nikki. She wondered if she was big enough to hold him when she felt his pelvis bump hers. 
Willy was in to the hilt and Nikki swore she could feel the knobby head of his cock touching 
her heart.

"How's that feel, bitch?" he asked, his voice raspy and breathy.

Nikki didn't have words to describe the ultimate ecstasy pounding her. Her cunt grabbed 
and stroked Willy's massive cock as he thrust in and out of her. Nikki was senseless with 
delight every time Willy's massive meat bottomed out on her cunt.

Willy slammed his cock in and out of Nikki like a trip hammer, his thigh muscles rippling as
he pumped.

Nikki wrapped her strong thighs around Willy's thick waist and her hands were grasping 
chunks of his ass as she moaned and gasped in pure bliss. Heat from her pussy covered her 
entire body like a blanket and she felt her whole being go weak as that huge cock rammed 
into her.

Willy prided himself on his staying power. He kept humping Nikki for thirty minutes before
he finally let himself explode deep within her. By that time, Nikki had come three times, each 
one more powerful than the last. As Willy finally pulled his exhausted cock out of Nikki's cunt, 
she had been fucked silly.

For two hours after Willy left, Nikki Fleming was a gibbering idiot.

* * *

Diane Kilgore had fought her way to the championship, also. Spurred on by her new found
power, she was more and more savage as she beat her opponents into a mass of bruises.

"I don't see why you want to go on," Nancy Gorman remarked as the two women sat on 
the couch. "I mean, you've already won enough money to get your face fixed, haven't you?"

"You don't understand," Diane said. "You don't know what it's like to have power over 
another human being. You don't know what it's like to totally crush those girls, make them 
bleed."

Nancy couldn't believe that the girl next to her was the same weak, injured girl she had 
found in the hospital so many weeks ago. As Diane's face and body healed, her soul had 
turned sour.

"I'm going to win it all," Diane vowed. "I'm going to be the best. I'm going to make those 
other girls wish they'd never, ever think they could beat me. I'm going to make them suffer 
like I've suffered." Nancy looked into Diane's eyes and saw that they were flat and cold. 
Snuggling closer, she let her hand ride up to Diane's breast. "I'll bet I can make you come 
before I do," Nancy teased, squeezing Diane's tit.

"You're on," Diane answered, a strange fire glowing in her eyes. She pushed the bigger 
Nancy over on her back and dropped her hands over Nancy's big, firm tits.

Diane was already starting to get wet as she kept one hand on Nancy's boob and 
struggled her sweater and jeans off with the other. When she was naked, Diane roughly 
stripped Nancy's clothes off, tossing them into a pile on the floor.

Diane straddled the bigger woman, her mouth and tongue frantically licking and sucking 
Nancy's hard nipples.

Nancy sneaked her hand between Diane's legs and ran her finger along Diane's gushing 
gash, making Diane squeak with delight.

"No fair, you bitch," Diane said lightly. Then she took Nancy's nipple between her teeth 
and nipped it, making Nancy gasp with joy.

Diane massaged Nancy's jugs with her tongue and lips for a few more minutes, then she 
spun around on the couch. Now, her ass was hanging over Nancy's face, and her mouth was 
poised to pleasure the bigger woman's creaming pussy.

Lowering her gash over Nancy's face, Diane grimaced as Nancy's tongue slipped between 
her cunt lips. Bowing her head, Diane shoved her face deep between Nancy's legs, her hot 
tongue spreading pussy lips like a knife through butter.

While Diane concentrated on thrusting her tongue into Nancy's cunt as far as it would go, 
Nancy started to tickle Diane's asshole with her velvet tongue. Distracted by the bubbling 
delight, Diane found Nancy's clit and punished it with her pointed tongue. Nancy pointed her 
own tongue and drove it into Diane's asshole, making the girl stop and moan with joy. Then 
Nancy's tongue traveled up between Diane's ass cheeks.

Pounded by the delicious sensations, Diane felt an orgasm begin to grow deep in her twat.
Refusing to give up, she shoved her face between Nancy's legs again, thrusting her tongue 
deep into the depths of Nancy's creaming pussy.

Nancy jerked and shuddered as Diane's tongue found her love button again. The nurse 
rolled her tongue into a stiff tube and placed it right over Diane's distended clit. Then, Nancy 
started sucking at that clit, her tongue acting as a straw.

Diane's entire body stopped functioning for a split second as a savage burst of pleasure 
smashed into her brain. Just as she was recovering, another, more powerful stab of delight 
burst in her mind like a skyrocket.

Nancy kept sucking Diane's clit, making the knobby flesh jump out stiff. Diane couldn't 
even make her tongue do anything but loll out of her mouth as she moaned and gasped. The 
fuse to a powder keg of pure ecstasy was lit between her legs.

Diane's knees were weak, her hips were jerked forward as far as they could go. As the fuse 
burned down, her hack arched and she wailed with delectation as Nancy dissected her clit 
with her magic tongue.

Diane knew she was lost, and she hated losing, but there was no stopping the explosion. 
The fuse burned to the end and ignited the bomb. Diane's mind went blank and her body 
jerked and spasmed as a savage orgasm wracked her.

Later, as the two women were panting and trying to get their breath, Nancy looked 
seriously into Diane's eyes and stated, "I may have taught you everything you know about 
eating pussy, but I didn't teach you everything I know."

In the week before the championship match, Diane and Nancy matched tongues three 
more times. Each time, Diane was reduced to a quivering mass of pleasure by Nancy's silky 
tongue.

The night before the championship bout, Diane was working a heavy bag in a gym 
downtown. Nikki was jumping rope and jabbing at a speed bag in the make-shift gym Willy 
Johnson set up for her.

Their opponent for the final championship bout was casually polishing her toe nails.

On the big night, each of the four contestants would have her own dressing room and she 
wasn't allowed to see the other combatants.

Nikki made sure her bikini was tied securely. No way her tits were going to be bared again.

Diane tied her hair into a tight mass, close to her head. Jabbing her hands at it, she was 
satisfied that nobody could get their fingers in.

In a third room, one of their opponents sat on the floor an meditated.

The fourth contestant failed to show up, having found that a whirlwind romance and a 
quick marriage ceremony in Reno was a much easier way to have money.

The oily announcer sat at the end of the bar and grimaced. His biggest payoff in years was 
about to go down the drain because of some bimbo got her hormones all lit up. But then he 
was first and foremost a showman, a purveyor of snake oil. He glanced at his watch and 
started for the stage. He already knew how he was going to salvage the night.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the man sang in his ringmaster voice. "Welcome to the night 
we've all been waiting for. The Ladies' Wrestling Championships!"

He smiled and paused while the crowd hooted, cheered, clapped and shouted.

Holding his hands up for quiet, he continued, "We originally scheduled three bouts for 
tonight, but unfortunately, one of the contestants cannot be here with us."

A steady rise of boos washed over him, but he held his hand up again. His next words 
would change those boos to cheers. "So, we've modified the rules somewhat, for tonight only,
and for your entertainment. Instead of two semi-finals and the match between the winners, we
at Speedys are pleased to announce the first ever, three girl, winner take all--Wrestle Royale!"

It took a few seconds, but the crowd bought it. Cheers screamed at the stage, and some of
the patrons were standing and applauding.

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen," the greasy man yelled. "Three beautiful fighting girls in the 
ring at the same time! Three enter the ring, but only one will survive to claim the money!"

The announcer let the crowd yell and scream for five more minutes. He knew crowds. Let 
them work themselves up for a while. Holding his hands up and flashing his M.C. smile, he 
announced, "First, from somewhere in Texas, that All-American cowgirl--Nikki!"

Nikki Fleming followed Bruno down the hall and into the ring. As she bounced on the 
springy canvas, her nervous adrenaline changed to excitement. She smiled and waved, feeling 
power from the roaring crowd.

"Next, from right here in L.A.. A former model, please welcome--Diane!"

Diane Kilgore followed Bruno up to the stage, and when she noticed Nikki already in the 
ring, she told herself that the money was in the bag. Turning on a blinding smile, she jumped 
into the ring, arm raised in victory.

"And, the final contestant in this three-girl elimination bout. You haven't seen her in a 
while because she won early on, so let's welcome back the meanest, toughest nurse in the 
state--Nancy!"

Nancy Gorman followed Bruno to the stage, just before she climbed through the ropes, 
she caught Diane's shocked expression. Smiling, she flipped her hair back and strolled across 
the canvas, both arms in the air. Just before going to a comer, she shot Diane an amused look.

"Ladies, will you join me in the center of the ring," the announcer asked.

Nikki, Diane and Nancy walked to the center of the ring, never taking their eyes off their 
opponents.

Nikki looked at the statuesque Nancy and swallowed hard. She figured she could whip 
that Diane bitch, but Nancy was a giant.

Diane gave Nikki a cursory glare, dismissing the Texan as no competition. Then she stared 
straight at Nancy. How was she supposed to fight the women when she had her tongue up 
her pussy only two hours before?

Nancy regarded her two opponents, treating them the same in her mind. They stood 
between her and a lot of money. They wouldn't be standing long.

"Now, ladies. Here's the rules for tonight," the announcer stated, making them up as he 
talked. "The last girl in the ring is the winner. If you're knocked out, you're eliminated. If you're
tossed over the top rope, you're eliminated. Pins don't count. You either fly out of the ring or 
you get carried out. Now I know you'll give the folks a good show. Go back to your corners 
and come out fighting."

Diane walked to a corner, her back to her friend and lover. The noise of the crowd started 
to dim as she struggled with her growing fear.

Nikki backed into a comer, never taking her eyes of the bigger Nancy. She figured she had
a chance, after all, she whipped that black whore, didn't she?

Nancy walked to her comer slowly, almost arrogantly. That little Texas bitch would be no 
trouble. She and Diane would take care of her. And of course, Diane would be no problem.

The bell clanged and echoed, even in the load room. Nancy strode to the center of the 
ring, her arms at her sides. Nikki waited a second, then tentatively stepped a few feet out. 
Diane just stood there and stared at Nancy.

Finally, she walked carefully to the center. When she was close enough, she hissed at 
Nancy, "What are you doing here?"

"Winning a big pile of cash," Nancy replied. Before they could discuss it further, Nikki 
stalked closer. Nancy looked at Diane and said, "Let's take care of that little hitch. Then, it's 
you and me."

Diane spun, crouching low, her arms out at her sides. She faced off against Nikki, confidant
that she and Nancy were a team.

"Remember me, whore?" she hissed at Nikki.

Nikki didn't bother to respond. The Texan didn't even bother to fake a move to Diane's 
legs or feint at her. Nikki knew that if she was going to win, she had to beat that giant nurse. 
This bimbo was in the way.

Diane circled Nikki, slapping at her tits and jumping at her legs. Nikki just stepped back, 
waiting for her opening. Diane snaked out a hand and slapped Nikki's face. "How's that feel, 
cowshit!" Diane rasped. She was getting uneasy, wondering where Nancy was and when her 
team mate would make her move.

As Nikki and Diane circled, Nancy made her move. Quietly sliding up behind Diane, Nancy 
reached in under Diane's arms and locked her into a full nelson.

Diane struggled, but surprise and betrayal made her powerless. Nancy cranked the full 
nelson and Diane's arms cracked and her chin crushed into her chest. Suddenly, the noise of 
the crowd disappeared, and all Diane could hear was her own grunting and gasping as Nancy 
savagely tightened the pressure.

Nikki was surprised when the giant grabbed Diane, but it didn't take her long to realize her
advantage. Moving in carefully, mindful of Diane's kicking legs, Nikki drew back and landed a 
solid left hand deep in Diane's gut.

Diane Kilgore bit her tongue as the air left her body. She started seeing a red mist over her
eyes and her brain was floating in pain. Nikki backed away, cocked her right hand and brutally
connected with Diane's gut again.

- Nancy sensed Diane getting weak. Even behind her, Nancy had felt the power of the 
crushing blows. Releasing her nelson, Nancy watched as Diane staggered a few steps, her legs 
like rubber. Totally defenseless, Diane knew she had lost, but the biggest emotion she had as 
Nikki's balled fist crashed into her jaw was the empty sense of betrayal.

As Diane's mind blacked out and she fell face first into the canvas, a single tear rolled 
down her cheek.

Nikki and Nancy stepped aside as Bruno entered the ring and dragged the unconscious 
Diane out.

Nancy just smiled at the Texas girl, her hands relaxed at her sides.

Nikki was tense and wired, her heart beating hard and her mind racing. She knew the 
stakes: if she won, she would have enough money to pay Willy Johnson back. And enough 
money to buy the magic white powder he had hooked her on.

Nancy had different reasons for being in the ring that night. She didn't need the money 
and she really didn't care about it that much. Standing under the harsh lights in a tiny bikini, 
hearing the crowd roar and scream, feeling the adrenaline pumping, Nancy was so hot she 
knew her pussy was dripping down her leg.

Nikki Fleming had to win, or she was doomed to he a whore forever.

Nancy Gorman wanted to win, because it was better than sex.

The women carefully drew closer to each other. Nikki, still tense and ready; Nancy, relaxed 
and confident. Nikki gazed at the big, voluptuous body and her nipples cranked hard, her cunt
spasmed and creamed.

Nancy studied her opponent, her already hot cunt started gyrating and tingling, her huge 
breasts swelling with desire.

Nikki felt lightheaded, waves of delight pulsing up her body. She couldn't believe it, but 
right in the middle of a fight for her life, she was getting so homy she couldn't stand it.

Nancy's eyes glazed a bit and her hands went to her magnificent jugs. The giant nurse 
rubbed and massaged her boob flesh, shivering as pure joy pounded her.

Nikki stared at Nancy's tits and she couldn't keep her hips from thrusting forward. Her 
knees stared getting weak. Suddenly, the crowd, the fight, Willy Johnson and her craving for 
the white powder didn't mean a thing.

Nancy squeezed and kneaded her tits, not caring about anything but the delicious 
sensations wracking her body. Her tongue slewed out of her mouth and she moaned.

Nikki put her hand between her legs, trying to intensify the shocks of ecstasy rising from 
her boiling pussy.

Nancy dropped her hand to her soggy cunt and her eyes drooped shut.

As the capacity crowd watched, the two fighting girls opened their arms and rushed each 
other. Fully expecting a clinch and a fight to the finish, the crowd roared and whistled, most 
jumping to their feet. They wanted to hear the crunch of flesh against flesh, the cries of pain 
and the thud of beautiful, female bodies smacking the canvas.

As the women came together, last second bets were made; predictions were yelled to 
fellow patrons of the female fighting elite.

But nobody made the correct prediction, and the wagers went unfulfilled that evening.

Nikki and Nancy met in the center of the ring and opened their arms wide. Grabbing each 
other, they hesitated a spit second before they crushed tightly together. Sopping pussy 
ground against sopping pussy; rock-hard nipples stabbed into soft, heaving boob flesh.

Standing together in the ring, Nikki and Nancy looked into each other's eyes, squeezed 
each other tighter, opened their mouths, and kissed.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

If you enjoyed this book, you may wish to learn something about its author.

Zelda Green lives in a rustic log cabin, not far from Aspen.

She lives alone, but she has frequent visitors, both male and female.

And she has a lusty sex life, about which she is quite frank.

Zelda is a strikingly beautiful woman, very much like the characters in her steamy novels.

She is a tall, Amazonian creature in her early thirties, with an incredible figure.

She stands almost six feet tall, and has an zoftig, hour glass figure.

Her enormous breast are high and proud, jutting forward magnificently.

Russet red hair tumbles in thick, abundant curls around her shoulders, framing the oval of 
her haughty, beautiful face.

Her almond-shaped, long lashed eyes are a flashing shade of violet, growing darker when 
she gets passionate.

Her lips were full and scarlet.

She moves with the restless grace of a supple jungle animal.

In her own words, Zelda Green tells a little bit about herself: I've written erotic stories ever 
since I was a teenager in boarding school in Switzerland, just outside of Geneva.

My parents were wealthy jet-setters and didn't want a bothersome kid to cramp their 
free-wheeling life style.

I can't say I blame them now, but back then, I was pretty miserable, getting shifted around 
from boarding school to boarding school.

I was always a hot tempered thing, and frequently got into fights with the other girls.

Actually, I was a mean kid.

I guess I took out my hostilities towards my parents on the other girls at those schools.

A lot of lesbian action went on in those schools, in spite of the nuns.

I was always a ring leader, with my choice of the sexiest girls.

But every once in a while, another bold, strong young student would challenge me.

I loved a hot cat fight.

And I had plenty of them!

Many of them turned into hot, savage sex orgies, with all the girls joining in.

I got kicked out of a few schools because of instigating this type of behavior.

And I started keeping journals, where I embellished my true life exploits.

At one school, the Mother Superior discovered my journal and nearly had a heart attack.

I got suspended from there, too...

When I was eighteen, I flew to Palm Springs to be with my father.

I hadn't seen him for three years.

He and my mother were divorced when I was twelve or thirteen.

She had been married twice since then, and he was on his fourth wife.

I was always sort of in love with my Dad.

So, though I tended to get along with Mom's new hubbies, I never got on well with Dad's 
wives!

And this one was the worst...

I mean, she really got me jealous.

Her name was Naomi.

She was only twenty-four, which made it worse, because she was so close to my age.

My father was a big shot movie producer, and this Naomi creature was an ambitious little 
starlet who I was sure was a gold-digger.

Dad was infatuated with her.

He showered her with rich gifts, and was arranging for her to star in a big budget film 
opposite Robert Redford.

She was a beautiful bitch.

I was as big as I am now back then--tall, beautiful and sexy.

I rarely encountered any girls who could match me in size.

But Naomi was my match...

She had raven black hair, slanting green eyes and a bitchy smirk.

When I first met her at the airport, I wanted to slap that smirk off her face.

We hated each other at first sight.

I always hated my new stepmothers, but this time, it was different.

She hated me right back!

I saw it in her narrow, cold eyes.

I heard it in her cool, slightly sarcastic voice when she spoke to me.

Deliberately, she talked to me as if I was a little child, though I was only five years younger 
than she was.

She saw me as a threat, and I quickly found out why...

Naomi had my big, handsome father eating out of the palm of her hand.

She was a spoiled bitch who liked to be waited on hand and foot.

But Daddy adored me, too...

He was absolutely delighted and stunned to see what a gorgeous creature his little girl 
had grown up to be.

And he was feeling more than a little guilty for his parental neglect in the past.

So there was instant friction...

Naomi and I prowled around each other like hostile cats.

We were each waiting for the other to make one wrong move...

Daddy was often away, because he was involved in so many projects.

One afternoon, I came home early from shopping, and Naomi didn't hear me come in.

I heard her talking on the phone.

I felt savage triumph fill me.

"Oh, don't worry, Walford! Archibald won't be home all afternoon!" she was crooning into 
the telephone as she lay draped across an ottoman in her boudoir.

Archibald was my Dad.

I didn't know who the hell Walford was, but I could made a good guess.

"MMMM, Walford! I can't wait to be in your arms again! I want to feel your big, strong 
body next to mine! I want us both to roll naked on the floor. I want to suck your big, thick 
cock! I want it inside me!" Naomi panted, sliding the fingers of her free hand up and down her
big-breasted body.

She was wearing a slinky satin robe with nothing underneath, and as I stood in the 
door-way, I could see one of her hot red nipples peaking through the robe.

I felt strange, savage desire course through me, mingling with a sense of cruel triumph.

I stepped into the room, smiling boldly as I stared at Naomi.

"I want to..." Naomi babbled on, and then stopped with a cry as she saw me. "I... I'll call you
later. " Quickly, she hung up the phone.

Her face twisted into a mask of fury.

She didn't look pretty when she snarled, and she was snarling now, her lips twisting back 
to bare fang-like teeth.

"How dare you eavesdrop on me, you dirty little sneak?" she hissed.

I gave a light laugh.

"You call me a sneak? What a hoot! You're a dirty little whore, Naomi. And when my father 
finds out about this Walford character, you're going to be out on your ass!"

"You... You evil little CUNT!" Naomi screamed, springing from the divan, her fingers balling 
into fists.

I saw the savage intention in her eyes.

And a familiar thrill coursed through me.

I was ready for her when the black-haired bitch hurled herself across the room.

She was spitting and screeching as she clawed at me, her strong fingers digging into my 
breasts, raking them painfully through the thin blouse I was wearing.

I screamed in angry delight as she tore the front of my blouse open, letting my big, 
spongy tits spill free.

I swung my fist hard, slamming it into the bitch's chin.

Naomi gave a choked cry, her head snapping back, and she staggered away from me, 
momentarily dazed by the blow.

The belt of her robe had come undone, and now, the garment slithered off her shoulders 
and tumbled to the floor.

She was naked.

Her big tits heaved.

Her hot, black-tufted cunt was pink and moist, puffy and burning with bitch heat...

I charged.

I wrapped my arms around her middle and brought her down to the floor.

I slapped and clawed at her tits, leaving long red lines on her white breast flesh.

She screamed and bucked in agony, clawing at my face as I started slamming my fists into 
her bouncing knockers.

"GET OFF OF ME, YOU LITTLE CUNT!" Naomi shrieked, literally foaming at the mouth as 
she dug her fingers into my hair.

Pain tore through my scalp as the bitch ripped at my hair.

I gasped, releasing the grip of my legs around her middle.

She was strong, all right.

She flipped me right off of her, and I went crashing against a table, overturning it and 
shattering a priceless Ming vase.

That got me really mad, because I knew that vase had been a wedding present given to 
my father and mother by my grandmother.

"You filthy leech!" I hissed, springing to my feet, my big tits heaving up and down. "I'll 
teach you to fuck around with my Dad! I'm gonna beat the shit out of you, girl!"

My nipples were hot and hard, sprouting outward with savage excitement.

Sweat glistened on my skin, making it gleam as if well-oiled.

My skirt had come undone, and now, it fell around my ankles.

I was almost naked, my pink panties clinging to my hot pussy.

I charged at the black-haired slut, and we grappled in the middle of the room.

We punched, slapped, kicked and scratches, screeching like wild cats.

We crashed across a glass topped table and fell in a heap of flailing limbs on the floor, 
rolling over and over on top of each other.

I screamed in agony as Naomi viciously dug her teeth into my right breast.

She wouldn't let go, her teeth digging deeply into my fleshy tit, almost drawing blood.

Desperately, I clamped both hands around thick clumps of her hair and ripped at it with 
such force that some came out by the roots.

Instantly, Naomi's jaws relaxed and she howled in agony as I pulled my tom, burning 
breast out of her slavering mouth.

Snarling in rage, I slammed her head against the carpeted floor and flipped around, 
scissoring my legs tightly around her waist.

I stared down at the hot pink triangle of her big cunt.

Her pussy was wet and swollen.

It was obvious that Naomi got as turned on by a savage cat fight as I did.

Grinning evilly, I drew back my arm and slammed my fist with brute force into the fleshy 
folds of her hot cunt.

A harsh groaning sound flew from Naomi's lips and she arched her back, convulsions 
shuddering through her body.

A good, hard punch to the pussy does as much to stop an angry bitch as a kick in the balls
does to a guy.

Naomi very nearly passed out.

I rather admired her for staying conscious!

She was a tough cookie, all right.

I scrambled off of her swiftly.

Growling lustily, I flipped the groaning bitch over on her belly.

Swiftly, I dragged her arms behind her back and tied them together with the belt from her 
discarded robe.

She was starting to writhe and kick and scream in fury now.

I straddled her body, pinning her down on the floor and grabbed her kicking legs.

I used a strip of my tom blouse to tie her ankles together.

Then, I sprang to my feet, panting in triumph as I stared down at her.

With my toe, I flipped the bitch over on her back on the floor.

She snarled and struggled, whipping her long black hair furiously back and forth, her face 
mottled with anger.

"LET ME GO! UNTIE ME, YOU GODDAMN SHIT! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" she shrieked.

"Oh yeah?" I sneered, and drove the toe of my shoe into her right tit.

Naomi's eyes bulged as an angry purplish bruise erupted on her tit.

She screamed in agony.

I slammed my foot into her belly and she doubled up with a gurgling grunt.

"Had enough?" I asked coolly.

Sullenly, she nodded her head, coughing and choking as she fought for breath.

"O.K., then," I said briskly. "Now, bitch, I'm gonna make you lap my pussy! And if I feel any 
teeth, I'm gonna beat you so bad you ain't gonna walk for a year! Got it?"

"Y-Yeah!" she groaned as I menacingly raised my foot as if to kick her.

"Good!" I said coolly.

I hooked my fingers in the waist band of my clinging panties.

Slowly, I peeled them down and off.

My big, juicy cunt was leaking with love lotions and burned with savage need.

My clitoris was engorged and erect, and my pussy hole sucked open and closed.

Using my foot, I pushed my tied up stepmother over on her back.

I planted my long, shapely legs on either side of her head.

My big breasts wobbled magnificently back and forth, slippery with sweat, striped with red
scratches and bites.

I squatted down, my hot, ripe pussy lips spreading wide over her face.

"Eat me out, bitch!" I sneered and mashed my hot box down on her grimacing face.

I reached behind me, curling my sharp-nailed fingers around one of her boobs.

Savagely, I raked my nails over the tender white flesh as I started to rub my big, wet cunt 
all over her face.

"I SAID SUCK MY PUSSY GOOD, BITCH!" I shouted as I clawed her boob. "If you don't do it 
nice, you're gonna suffer!"

Naomi uttered a muffled scream of agony between my thighs.

Then she started to frantically suck and lick my steamy snatch.

I groaned in pleasure as I felt her long, velvety tongue slither and swipe all over my juicy 
pussy flesh.

"Yes! Keep it up, bitch! You start slowing down, and I'll scratch your fuckin' tits off!" I 
panted, scooping my hand under her head and bumping my snatch against her face, nearly 
smothering the black-haired bitch.

Yeah, she sucked good pussy...

She was starting to like it, all right.

I felt the savage pleasure start to scorch through my body.

I was moaning and gasping, my big breasts bouncing wildly as I heaved and bounced on 
my stepmother's face.

"Aaaaaaah, Y-YEEEAH! I'm gonna cum, you dirty slut! I'm gonna fuckin' CUUUUUM!" I 
cried out, tossing my mane of hair wildly from side to side, my gushing cunt clenching around 
her long, flickering tongue.

Naomi gave a muffled grunt as my hot slut juices began to spill copiously from my pussy, 
soaking her face, filling her mouth.

Panting thickly, I slowly climbed off of her, grinning mockingly down into her face.

"O.K., you've had your fun! Now untie me and let me up!" she hissed, staring at me 
murderously.

I threw back my head and gave a mocking laugh.

"No, I think not!" I drawled. "I'll leave you here till Daddy comes home. And then I'll tell 
him that you've been fucking around behind his back like the dirty little tramp you are!"

"He won't believe you!" she spat out. "I'll say you're lying!"

"But I'm not lying, am I, Naomi?" I taunted her mockingly.

"So what?" she hissed. "So I've got a lover! But that's my business! And it's going to be 
your word against mine! And believe me, I'm a good liar, bitch! I can twist that father of yours 
around my little finger!"

At that moment, we both heard a strange noise, and we turned to stare at the door.

There was Daddy!

He stood in shock, leaning against the door frame, staring at us with glassy eyes.

He was wearing a swimming suit and had a towel draped around his shoulders.

And he had a huge hardon!

"A-Archibald!" Naomi gasped hoarsely.

"Daddy!" I cried.

"I... I can't believe this!" he grunted thickly, staring from Naomi to me and back again. "Is 
it... Is it true?"

"You heard her, Daddy!" I exclaimed. "She's been cheating on you! She just wants to use 
you! You don't need HER!"

I was staring greedily at his crotch.

Now, boldly, I walked over to him, my big, spongy tits brushing his hairy chest.

"Come on, Daddy," I murmured, reaching cupping his crotch. "I'll show you what a good 
little girl I can be! You don't need anymore greedy wives trying to get at your money! Your 
little girl will take care of you!"

I led him into the bedroom.

And as I started to suck my father's big, hard cock, I heard Naomi screaming angrily in the 
next room, demanding to be untied.

They were divorced a few months later.

My Daddy had a huge cock, and I never grew tired of it.

We became lovers, and our incestuous romance lasted for six blissful years.

Until that tragic summer when Daddy died in a plane crash in the Alps.

I was grief-stricken.

That's when I moved to Aspen and started writing erotic fiction.

Almost all of my books are based on true life incidents I have experienced or heard about.

Of course, I have altered certain facts to protect the innocent.

But these hot, savage she-fights really happened the way I describe them.

And to this day, there's nothing I enjoy more than a savage, no-holds-barred battle with 
another big, breasted bitch.

I hardly ever lose, and when I win, I force the poor bitch to suck my tits and pussy till I 
come on her lapping tongue!


THE END
