A Girl's Story Chapter 30
We hoped we had gotten Holly through the worst of her trauma but she would still start crying and we could not figure out what triggered it. We didn't understand why this fitness competition was so important to her, but we decided that we didn't need to understand her reasons, we just needed to support her. As always, this is a work of fiction but like all good stories it has its origin in truth.
Part 30 -We're Tired of Winter and Stress
We helped move Holly back into her dorm room before the Spring Semester started; she had told her roommate (Erika) that she was gay back in the fall when she came out to her teammates. Erika wasn't interested in Holly sexually but they were good friends and that made me and Lisa happy. Erika was a cute girl and she was majoring in math; she came from Fort Madison, Iowa, just across the river from Illinois down in the southeast corner of Iowa. She was a skinny girl with straight brown hair and large, round glasses; in terms of appearance they were almost opposites. A lot of people (not me) would consider Erika "plain" while Holly was glamorous as hell but they got along really well with each other. We hoped we had gotten Holly through the worst of the trauma but when Erika asked Holly how her break had been Holly told her the entire grisly story. Erika listened with a look of utter horror on her thin face.
"Holly, that's awful, I can't understand how a parent could been so mean to their own kid."
Lisa was holding my hand, "It's not the first time we've heard a story like that but this the first time we witnessed it in person. It's an awful story to hear but it's even worse to watch." We didn't know Erika well but Holly had told us that Erika was one of the first people she came out to and that Erika, ever the practical girl, looked at her over her round glasses and asked, "Does this make your life better?" and when Holly told her that it did Erika's answer was simple, "Good, I'm happy for you."
Lisa, also a very practical girl, asked an obvious question, "What are you going to do with all your stuff? It won't fit here and if it stays too long in our cellar it will stink of mildew and gasoline."
"I thought about that when I was going through my clothes at your apartment. I asked Dennis about it and he told me his grandmother's house has all sorts of room and I could use one to store things in exchange for me helping him and Owen clean the house." Holly was a bit of a neat-freak, certainly as compared to the two of us, and I knew she would be great at helping out Dennis.
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We loved Holly dearly and having a threesome almost every night had been fun but it was nice to it being back to just the two of us. Lisa had rehearsals most nights for South Pacific and I would have dinner ready when she got home and then after dinner we would watch TV cuddled up with each other before going to bed where we could go nice and slow rubbing against each other.
One evening, as we had moved from cuddling to me sitting topless in Lisa's lap, our phone range. Lisa answered and I figured out it was Rita on the other end. I did not help Lisa's concentration when I pulled her t-shirt up so that I could suck on her nipples while I slid my hand into her sweats to play with her pussy. I was considerate enough to not push her to an orgasm while she was on the phone. After she hung up she gave me a very passionate kiss before rolling me over and pulling down my sweats so that she could spank my ample bare ass.
"Rita is coming down to visit us this weekend, she wants to ask us something but she wants to do it in person."
"I wonder what it is? Did she finally give in and agree to marry Jan and so we get to be bridesmaids? Or maybe she's pregnant and we get to be the cool, queer aunties."
"We'll find out when she gets here, but for now, you naughty girl, you need to eat my pussy to atone for distracting me on the phone." Lisa was trying very hard not to giggle as she struggled to maintain her Mean Girl persona.
I was dutifully contrite, "Yes Miss Lisa." I spread her legs wide, running my tongue up the inside of her thighs (she loved this) before reaching her wet, white bush. Holding her hips tight I slid my tongue over her clit and up into her pussy. She dug her fingers into my hair and held on tight as she almost drowned me when she climaxed. I rolled over with my butt in the air and Lisa pressed her face in tight, reaching around to squeeze my tits as she did, and proceeded to lick my pussy and my butthole, paying close attention to my sensitive spot between my two holes. She did let me thrash myself right off the couch, but (being a loving girlfriend) did not laugh too much at me.
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Friday came and we were getting ready to go to the station to pick up Rita when the phone rang. It was Rob, which filled me with excitement and dread at the same time.
He sounded happy, "Can you put the phone were you both can hear it?"
I put the receiver on the table and we both leaned in close, "We've got news for you two."
I was dying here, and so was Lisa, "What! Spill it dammit!"
"You two are going to get be the cool, queer aunts." Cherie's voice came on, "I'm eight weeks along and you girls are the second and third people to know."
I was a little hurt, "Who was first?"
Rob laughed, "We had to tell Granddad first." O.K., I was good with that.
Lisa was trying not to sound worried, "Is everything O.K.?"
Cherie laughed a little, "I think Rob would encase me in bubble wrap if he could. I'm going to the doctor almost every week and she says things look good."
Rob came back on, "We're heading south tonight to tell Mom and Dad and we'll call Janet, Paula, and Ginny from their house. Aunt Carla was at Granddad's so she already knows."
When we hung up Lisa and I were jumping up and down screaming in unison, "We get to be aunts!" I'm sure the folks in the stores downstairs wondered what on Earth was going on.
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The train was late, no surprise there, and we were surprised when, as we saw Rita getting off, that someone was with her. It took me a moment to place the other girl but then I realized she had been at the student art show in the fall with photos. I grabbed Lisa's hand tight because this girl was sexy as all hell. She was total goth (goth was still a new thing here downstate) and she looked, to me, like a mixture of Winona Ryder's character Lydia in Beetlejuice and a hyper-sexy Wednesday Adams. She was quite short, she made Rita look tall, but she cut quite the exotic figure here on the prairie.
Rita hugged us both, it was wonderful to feel those massive boobs again, "Girls, this is Annabelle. She and I are in a class together and we want to ask for your help."
Annabelle was not a hugger, but she did give us a smile that left me hoping for some fun later on tonight. We went back to our apartment to get out of the cold wind and I picked up pizza from the place across the street. Rita had, very thoughtfully, brought me a bottle of dark Martinique rum (my favorite!) and she had brought Lisa a bottle of vintage port (Lisa had a real taste for strong wine). I was not going to use wonderful dark rum like this for regular drinks but I made us a round of Dark and Stormys and we sat on the couch. Rita sat in our old wingback chair and Annabelle perched on the arm of the couch, having taken off her black boots.
Lisa was rubbing my thigh, being with Rita was definitely cranking up our libidos, "So what's this big favor?"
Annabelle's voice was surprisingly low-pitched, I guess I had expected a squeaky little-girl voice but her voice reminded of Lauren Bacall (Yum!), "Rita and I are in a fashion design class and our class project is to design two outfits for a fashion show that will happen in May. We need two models and Rita suggested her sister and you." She looked at Lisa and I noticed that there was a definite glint in her big, brown eyes.
Lisa looked surprised, "Me? I'm not a model? Not like Carolina."
I pulled her in and kissed her cheek, "Babe, remember when Cornelius said you're a woman that it's impossible to take a bad photo of? He said you could be a model any time you wanted to and Carolina agreed with him. You are the most beautiful and graceful woman I have ever known and you will break hearts on the runway."
Lisa's voice was shaky, "You really think so babe?"
"I know so. This will be a prime role for you, your moment on the runway. You will stride down that runway, sexy as all hell, and you will be Sandy, Grizabella, and Christine all at once."
Lisa gave me a proper kiss while squeezing my boobs, "O.K., I'm in. What do we do now?"
Rita licked her lips, "First, we get your measurements because this will be made to fit just you; and then after that I want to fight Cindy. It's been too long."
Lisa peeled off her clothes, doing some of the stripper moves she had seen in movies and I was getting out of mine as well.
Annabelle ("Please, Bella") looked at Rita, seeming confused, but Rita was taking her bra off to let those big girls bounce free. Rita started measuring Lisa, just like her mom had done for the bridesmaid's dresses for Rob's wedding, and Bella wrote them all down. There were a lot of measurements and Bella kept her clothes on until everything was done. Bella was a skinny girl with very small breasts but me and Lisa both noticed her dark nipples and her dense black bush. We were happy to see another girl who was proud of her bush; Rita didn't shave either but her pussy hardly had any hair. Bella leaned up against Lisa, stroking her thigh.
It had been a while since Rita and I had a match and I swear her tits had grown even bigger, it was hard not to be distracted as the jiggled as Rita moved around. Rita went for my legs first, she had a good plan, I was enough taller than her that she could even things out if she got me on the floor. Rita was being really rough tonight, which I loved, and I was thinking my working out would lead me to dominating her; I was wrong. I kept trying to overpower her but she kept finding ways to escape me and she managed to get in several slaps on my pussy; that's something that always makes we go all a-quiver. I tried to get on top of her but she brought her knee up right into my gut, flopping me over on my back gasping for air. Rita got on top of me, her legs spreading mine wide so that Lisa and Bella could see both our pussys and she held my wrists down to the blanket and then she smashed her massive breasts into my face. I struggled under her but she was a heavy girl and her soft tit-meat was cutting off my air. With my blood rushing in my ears I slapped at the floor; Rita sat up, rubbing her wet pussy on my belly and slapping at my tits.
Rita got down on all fours with her round ass up, "Start eating Boucéle_"_ (it sounds so much better than "Fuzzball") and I did as I was told. I noisily licked her pussy and her ass, working over her delicious holds while she gripped by curly brown hair, keeping my face buried between her soft butt cheeks. Rita's voice was quite rough, "Oh yes baby, eat my delicious cunt!" and after a few minutes she collapse flat, her soft body quivering from orgasm aftershocks.
Rita rolled me over on my back, "Spread those nice strong legs Cindy, I know you miss getting dovefucked."
She was right, I had missed the feeling of her big nipples on my clit. Rita started out sadistically slapping her heavy breast against my pussy before moving on to rubbing my clit with her pointy, pink nipple until I climaxed, flopping around like a carp in the boat.
Rita moved on to Lisa, sitting on Lisa's face as Lisa was working on Rita's lovely tits. I moved over, spreading Bella's legs wide. Bella was a small girl but she was still quite solidly built and her pussy looked good enough to eat (I'm not a picky eater), and that was exactly what I did. Bella's pussy was very tight and light pink, buried deep in her black bush. I went to work with gusto, pushing my tongue inside our new friend. I rolled her up and slid my tongue from her pussy to her butthole and back again and that brought on a leg-shaking orgasm with a high-pitched squeal as she climaxed.
We talked about all four of us in the bed but there just wasn't the real estate for all of us, even if Bella was smaller than me and Lisa. The sofa bed wasn't terribly comfortable but it certainly beat sleeping on the floor. Lisa and I slid into bed and snuggled up tight.
Saturday morning I made French toast and I observed that Bella, like Lisa, is ravenously hungry after really good sex, for a little girl she could pack away the food. We drove over to the Mersey Ferry because Tina had asked Lisa to be there for Liverpool's match against Aston Villa. During our college years we spent a lot of time at the Mersey Ferry and I never did figure out how Tina wrangled live Premier League matches and she would just smile enigmatically whenever I asked. We had asked Holly to join us there and when she walked in I noticed Rita licking her lips in a really lascivious way, I had all manner of naughty thoughts about a tit-battle between our two busty friends. I was surprised to see Erika come with her as well; when we talked later Erika told me Holly was still pretty emotionally fragile and she felt she needed to be with her. We liked Erika, she was a good friend to Holly.
Lisa took Holly's hand, "Holly, this is our friend Rita."
Holly flashed her cheerleader smile, "Hi Rita. I want to ask you a favor and Lisa and Cindy said you're the person to ask."
Rita raised an immaculate eyebrow (very Spock-like), "What's that?"
Holly told her about her desire to try a fitness competition and how she needed someone to help with her hair and makeup. Rita had a really hungry expression on her pretty face and I knew she would help out, but she would also want payment in pussy. "Sure, I'll help out. Can you join us tonight?"
Holly blushed a little, "I would love to but I've got a date."
I leaned over and kissed her properly, "With Quinn?"
Holly giggled (which was so good to hear), "No. Her name is Debbie, I met her at the fitness center; she's in the GSA too. We're going to dinner with Erika and Mike."
Now it was Lisa's turn to raise an eyebrow, "Mike?"
Now Erika blushed a little, "He's in my differential equations class." I wasn't even sure what Erika was talking about, she had probably forgotten more about math than I would ever know.
Dennis came over just as Bella came back with two coffees (and a black tea for me); Bella looked up, Dennis was easily a foot and half taller than her. I smiled, "Girls, this is Dennis; known around here as Big Dennis to lots of folks. He's been helping get me in better shape and he's working with Holly for her competition."
Dennis chuckled, "And Cindy here is scoring serious points with my auntie and my grannie feeding us on Sundays." He looked over at Lisa, "You ready Elf Queen?" Lisa nodded, she had pulled on a Liverpool FC jersey, and she stood up. Dennis picked her up with his big hands on her waist like she was a ballerina and sat her up on the bar; Rita and Bella were both staring in open-mouthed amazement, I was always impressed with how strong Dennis was but they were seeing it for the first time.
Lisa stood up on the bar and the bar grew quiet; everyone knew what was coming and there were probably bets being taken over how long it would take for Tina to start to cry. Lisa went through her little ritual of bowing her head, her hands clasped at her waist; she looked up, locking her blue eyes on me, I had both hands over my heart. Taking a deep breath, she began singing "You'll Never Walk Alone," and Tina made it all the way to the third verse before the tears started as she sang along. Bella was the only one in our group who had never heard Lisa sing; I'm sure Rita had told her about Lisa's talent but until you hear it for yourself you don't really know how talented my baby is. I leaned over to Bella, "Here they just call this `Lisa's Song'." Bella nodded with a big smile on her face.
Liverpool went on to win 3-0, much to Tina's delight. Donna came over and kissed Lisa on the forehead and handed her an Irish coffee, a drink Lisa had discovered and that she loved as much as I loved Dark and Stormys.
We wished that Rita and Bella could spend more time with us (and that we had a bigger bed) but they both needed to be back in Chicago so we put them on the last train north and headed back to our apartment.
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Lisa had come home one night with a very worried look on her face. I sat down on the couch and pulled her down onto my lap, "What's wrong baby?"
"Joyce (the owner of the dance studio) told us the building the studio is in has been sold and she's going to have to find a new place or close up the business."
I stroked her hair, "She'll find something else sweetie. There's plenty of empty spaces around town."
"I hope so."
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It was late in January when Lisa came home, practically skipping into the apartment; she gave me a huge kiss with a delicious amount of tongue.
I looked into her eyes when she pulled her tongue out of my mouth, "You're in a good mood. I like it."
"Joyce found a new space that can be ready to go before our building gets sold. We move to our new place next week!"
"That's wonderful! Where is it?"
"That's the best part, it's the old American Legion hall across the street, up over the pizza place. I'll be able to walk to work!"
I kissed her back and slid my hand down into her jeans, rubbing her nice, soft white bush. I pulled her head back by her hair and ran my tongue along her throat as I finger-fucked her right there in our kitchen, ensuring she would have to put her jeans in the dirty clothes hamper. Lisa peeled her wet jeans off and then pulled my down, along with my panties and bent me over the table. Dropping down to her knees she began licking my pussy and my butt, her tongue teasing the sensitive spot between my pussy and my butthole until I collapsed on the floor, my legs shaking with pleasure.
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Over the next few weeks Holly continued her training, I watched her work out a few times and I was impressed; she was dedicated to her goal and Dennis said she was a diligent student and that was no surprise to us.
Holly was equally diligent in helping clean up the basement of the house that Grannie and Auntie lived in; she was relentless in her work and she put Dennis and Owen to work as well, much to the lady's obvious amusement. Owen was in charge of getting plastic totes to put things in, Dennis hauled stuff up the stairs, and Holly sorted things out. She even cajoled me and Lisa into helping her and a few times she had Clarissa helping too. Of course, she paid us girls back in pussy, and all three of us considered it a fair exchange.
I was particularly interested in the shoeboxes filled with old photos; while Dennis and Holly were busy in the basement I would sit with Lisa and Owen asking the ladies about the photos. Lisa was really good at asking questions that drew out stories about the photos, my job was to try to put things in some sort of chronological order while Owen recorded the stories on cassettes. He figured that other family members would like to have these memories in Grannie and Auntie's own voices in the years to come.
Deep in one box I found a really old photo that recognized from one of my photo classes (I had taken photography to fulfill one of my general education requirements and they were an easy "A") as an ambrotype. It was a black family with the man, I assumed he was the father, in an army uniform, a woman and five small children. Grannie T smiled as she looked at it, passing it over to her sister.
"That's my granddaddy. He escaped from the plantation where he was a slave in Texas and made his way to the Union lines and joined the army. He fought at a battle in Alabama and he was a sergeant when the war ended. That little boy standing next to him is my daddy; he joined the army too and fought against the Spanish in Cuba." She thought for a moment, "Daddy looks to have already been done with school when this was taken so I'm guessing this was around 1890."
I found another group of photos that caught my eye because there were trains in it. Auntie A held it very gently, "That's daddy after the family moved north when I was a little girl, so probably just after the Great War. He came here to Illinois to work on the railroad and to get the family out of Texas. He started out as a gandydancer and worked his way up to a riveter in the locomotive shop. He worked for the railroad all his life; he passed on in 1939."
Lisa looked at me, "Gandydancer?"
"That's what they called the guys who worked on the tracks, back then it was really hard and really dangerous work."
Auntie A nodded, "Daddy went to a lot of funerals for men who were killed in accidents. He was a union steward as well as an elder of the church and he made sure the union paid for the men's funerals, even the black men. Momma was so happy when we came north, she called it `The Flight Out of Egypt.'"
The ladies always praised everything I made for Sunday dinner, but their absolute favorite was oyster and shrimp gumbo. They often invited other folks from their church as well, Owen showed up one Saturday with a second crockpot, he patted me on the butt (he and Dennis were the only guy I would tolerate that from), "You're famous my dear. By now I think everyone at the church knows you're gay but if you keep feeding them like this they just won't care." Owen was in a clinical trial for a new AIDS drug at the U of I hospital in Champaign and he had lost most of his hair but he took me rubbing his almost-bald head with good humor.
Lisa and I would exchange knowing glances with Abigail whenever she came for dinner but we saved the really fun stuff for when she came to our apartment.
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It had been one of those cold, wet days so common to the Midwest and I got back to the apartment with wet feet; I hate having cold, wet feet. I had found a recipe for barbeque sauce on the internet so I was trying it with some shredded pork; it was hardly gourmet barbeque but sometimes easy wins out, it certainly smelled good. I was on the couch watching TV and waiting for Lisa to get home; I was already in my oh-so-sexy flannel bathrobe with, of course, nothing underneath. I lit our little gas fireplace and settled in to watch an ancient re-run of Speed Racer when our phone rang, it was my Aunt Paula from Atlanta.
After a little mindless chit-chat we got to the point, "When is Spring Break for you girls?" I told her it was the last week in March. "How would you girls like to come to Atlanta?"
I thought for a moment, "That could be fun." I hadn't been to Atlanta since I was in high school.
"Here's the deal: I am going on a business trip to our facility in Puerto Rico (Paula worked for a medical supply company) and my company is a sponsor of the performing arts center here. I have two tickets to Phantom of the Opera and I know you two like musical theater. You could even go to my time-share on Tybee Island to spend a day or two by the ocean."
"I'll have to ask Lisa but I bet she will be really jazzed by this. Thank you so much Paula!"
"It's no problem Cindy, I'm not a big theater fan, that was Mom's gig, but I want the tickets to be used by someone who would really love it."
"I'll call you back when Lisa gets home."
Lisa got home, smelled dinner, and saw me in my red bathrobe. She went into the bedroom and came out in her Winnie-the-Pooh robe and her fuzzy house shoes. We ate dinner on the couch and then I launched my surprise on my sweetie.
"Paula called me a little bit ago. Would you like to go to Atlanta for Spring Break?"
Lisa has the most adorable expression when she is puzzling something out, "It would be fun to go somewhere, though it wouldn't be as exciting at our trip with Rita."
"Yeah, it won't be to the tropics but there are some added perks."
She reached inside my robe and pinched my nipple, "Quit be so damn mysterious baby!"
"Paula will give us her tickets to Phantom of the Opera and we can use her time-share at the beach."
Lisa carefully put her plate down, tossed her robe aside, and got in my lap, her legs wrapped around me. When she finished kissing me she looked at me with those blue eyes, "Yes! Let's go!" She was holding my tight, working her hips to rub her pussy on mine. I held on tight too, feeling her hard nipples on mine; we went nice and slow, bringing us to very nice orgasms. I called Paula back and we both thanked her profusely; Lisa's squeal of joy when Paula told us the tickets included a "Meet the Cast" party were no doubt clearly heard all through our building.
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The night before the competition Holly stayed over at our place and we picked up Rita at the train station. She had what looked like a toolbox, except it was hot pink, that held all her supplies and tools. Poor Holly was a nervous wreck and so us three did our best to help settle her nerves. First we had dinner, Holly had been fasting a lot to bring out her muscles but Dennis said that night before she could have a decent dinner; that helped. Then she went through the posing routine she had learned from watching lots of videos (with some help from Dennis), but of course in doing the poses for us she was nude. Finally, we took turns licking her pussy, competing to see who could produce the loudest orgasm. Lisa won that one and her prize was, you guessed it Dear Readers, the three of us eating her pussy. I had a very nice, but not terribly violent orgasm, from Rita slapping my pussy and my clit with her tits.
Dennis and Owen picked us up in the morning; Dennis drove a 10-year old Volkswagen Vanagon, so while the ride was noisy there was at least room for all of us. We all spent the ride calming Holly down, she kept panicking. Finally Owen was able to talk her down, assuring her that even to his totally gay eyes she was a knockout.
We arrived at the convention center and we all wished Holly luck, me and Lisa gave her proper kisses and Dennis kissed her on the top of her head, before she and Rita went into the changing area. We found seats in the bleachers and I put on my long lens, determined to get good photos of our sexy friend.
I had not realized how boring this was going to be. Yes, there were lots of women in bikinis but the whole bulging muscles look never appealed to me, and besides with all the makeup that they were wearing made most of them look like cut-rate dolls with weirdly huge tits. We were waiting for the Novice competitors because that was Holly's groups and, as we waited, I noticed a decent number of seedy looking guys with really expensive cameras and lenses; my gear looked cheap by comparison. Rita joined us, assuring us Holly was a total sex goddess; she commented in the creepiness of some of the crowd. "I've seen guys like this back when Carolina was doing some modeling, most of them are harmless but there are some who will get grabby if we aren't careful." Lisa scooted closer to me, holding tight to my arm, she often told me that the possibility being pawed at by some random guy was something that made her skin crawl. I put my arm around her tight, no creepy guy was going to touch my sweetie if I had anything to say about it.
Finally, the six novice competitors came out and our consensus was that Holly was the prettiest of the bunch, she certainly had the best tits. We cheered lustily for her, much to the annoyance of the guy in front of us who seemed far more interested in the girls who looked like they were still in high school. After what seemed like an eternity they began announcing the winners.
Lisa and Rita were holding my hands and I had no doubt my fingers were turning purple. Finally the announcer got to the novice category and when he announced, "And first place in the Novice category is (agonizing pause) Holly Penfold!" All three of us jumped up, cheering wildly and hugging Dennis and Owen, causing them (especially Owen) great embarrassment. Owen and Dennis went out to pull up the Vanagon, while me and Lisa went to wait for Rita and Holly to come out. We noticed the scrum of guys around the door to the changing area with varying levels of disgust.
One of them noticed us, well really he noticed Lisa, "Hey Baby, why weren't you up on stage?"
Lisa did her best to remain calm, "I'm not a competitor, we're waiting for our friend."
His smile was not pleasant, "Why don't you come with me and I'll get some nice photos of you," and her grabbed her arm.
That was enough for me. He was not a big guy, I mean he was smaller either me or Lisa, and I was in full "Heart of a Lion, Common Sense of a Turnip" mode. "O.K. Bubba, you need to take your hand off my girlfriend right now."
This seemed to make him angry, to the point he was spitting when he spoke, "I'm not talking to you Fat Ass, I'm not interested in photos of two dykes, just the cutie here."
In all my life I have never wanted to hit someone so badly; not Heather, not Christiane, not Holly's mom, not ever our old assistant principal Felecia Cohn, as badly as I wanted to hit this asshole, but I didn't. I did grab his wrist and pulled his hand off Lisa's arm, "I said take your hands off of her asswipe!"
"Do you know who I am you fat bitch!"
"No, and I don't care," and with that I grabbed his camera and pulled at what I hoped was the back release. Luckily for me I was right and I was treated to the sound of all his film spooling out of the camera onto the floor, now totally ruined. I was really wondering where security was when Holly and Rita came out right into the midst of all this.
Rita, who was shorter than he was, got right in his face, "Back off buster!" He actually backhanded Rita pretty hard and that drove what little common sense I had right out the window. I kicked him as hard as I could right in the junk with my Doc Marten boot (steel-toed, safety first!) and that dropped him to the floor. I was worried that his buddies, assuming he had friends, were going to try something, when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
Dennis put one foot on the asshole's belly, "If you know what's good for you you'll stay down. Come on girls, it's time to go."
He hissed at us through gritted teeth while still holding his balls, "I'll sue you, you fucking bitch!"
I smiled my sweetest smile, "You do that. I know some good lawyers."
Back in the van all four of us girls were shaking, me worst of all. I looked over at Lisa, "Did I fuck this up?"
She took my head in her hands, like she had done so many times before, "You did what needed to be done baby and I will thank you properly later on." Owen blushed just hearing this, Dennis chuckled softly.
Rita patted my shoulder, "The women in the locker room warned us about those guys. They come to all these competitions and they think because they spend a lot of money at them and sponsor the prizes that gives them a right to harass the women there. I think you'll be a hero to them after this." I noticed Rita had the beginnings of a black eye and I was confident that once Katherine saw that she would be reaching for her katana on short order.
Holly played with my hair, "It's not like I'm ever going to enter another competition. I did what I set out to do."
We were good girls and we didn't start fucking right there in Dennis' van, but once we got home the clothes came off fast. Lisa was stretched out on the couch and I was leaning back against her so she could play with my nipples and my pussy. It did not take much convincing to get Rita and Holly to titfight. They were on their knees, their big tits (well, big compared to ours) mashed together and grabbing each other's butts. Rita's breasts were bigger but Holly's were very firm and her nipples weren't as sensitive as Rita's. They went at it for quite a while before Rita finally collapsed on the floor, twitching with pleasure and rubbing her hairless pussy.
While Holly and Rita were in a pile of delicious naked flesh Lisa slid down onto the floor and left me sitting on the couch. She had me grab my ankles to spread my legs wide and she announced that I was owed a proper pussy-licking, she proceeded to do exactly that. She worked over my pussy and my butthole until I grabbed her white hair and pressed her face tight to my cunt and I locked my legs tight until I moaned loudly with my wonderful orgasm. My friends weren't done with me, next came Holly with her long tongue, which she pushed way up inside me, bringing on another orgasm, Holly showed off her improved upper body strength by holding my legs absolutely motionless, she told me afterward my eyes totally rolled back in my head as I came. Rita went last; she had me on all fours so she could use her hard nipples on my pussy and my ass. By the time my friends were done thanking me I was exhausted in the most wonderful sense of the word.
Winning the little trophy meant a lot to Holly and it really seemed to us that her happiness had done a lot to quiet her mom's voice in her head. Rob and Cherie's baby was always on our minds, we were so excited but we were also scared. I at least didn't think I could handle another loss like what we had experienced before. I love hearing from my readers (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please consider a donation to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org)