Even after the rodeo had been going on for two hours the shot of the starter's pistol was still making Marilyn jump each time. She flinched and shuddered on the bleacher seat beside Glenn as the gate came up and a terrified calf exploded from the chute and sprinted in single-minded panic away from the pain and noise. "Yee-oow!" Ahead of them a pretty girl leaped to her feet, waving her curled cowboy hat in encouragement. Glenn stood at the same moment, trying to ignore his girlfriend's body language, craning his neck to keep his eyes on the action. The last contestant of the evening leaned along the neck of his mount and kicked the horse into pursuit. The calf began to curl its path in confusion just as the rider came alongside. There was a spray of dirt and sawdust as the rider swung down, ploughing the floor of the fieldhouse with the heels of his boots as he wrapped his elbows around the neck of the speeding animal. The shock lifted it off its feet and it crashed down skidding. Marilyn sighed heavily and looked away as the helpless animal was rolled onto its back, squalling, its ankles rapidly lashed together. Marilyn let her eyes turn upward toward the distant network of steel struts that supported the interior lights of the fieldhouse dome. Enough was enough, she was obviously saying. At least now they could go home.

"You guys comin?" It was the excited young lady that had been seated just ahead of them, her voice cutting in on her attention, high and insistant, suddenly loud as the echoes of the applause for the bulldogger faded.

"Pardon me?" Glenn blinked with surprise. She had to be mistaken. "Coming where?" She was biting at her lower lip in cute expectation as she looked up at him from the lower row of bleachers. Glenn tried to think if there was somewhere he was supposed to know her from.

"The Rockin'-R," she said. "Dancin'." She cocked her head to one side, reaching her arm to the back of her head to hold on the white hat that framed her blonde curled hair. Glenn grew suddenly warm as the motion pulled the fabric of her blue-checked shirt tight across her chest. "Sure hope you-all can make it." she called out as she began to follow the line of spectators exiting from her row.

Glenn could feel Marilyn's silence as he guided her through the parking lot to the car. "Well, what do you think?" he asked, stepping to the side of a muddy rut and turning with his hands held out to her. "I think that it's the most brutal, disgusting thing I've ever seen in my whole life," she burst out. "I can't believe I let you take me here to watch these bozos torture animals. How can you possibly enjoy this, Glenn? Sometimes I think you and I don't have anything in common at all."

"No. I mean... Look," Glenn said, "You just aren't looking at it from the right point of view. It's skill. These are the kind of things you need to do to handle stock."

Marilyn snorted. "Stock is what you call it, is it? Glenn, I saw those animals. You're hurting them. You're scaring them and throwing them on the ground and tieing them up. It's terrible!" Glenn shook his head with exasperation. There was no way he could convince her. "Look. I don't want to talk about it. I meant, what do you think? Shall we go down to the 'R'? It seems like a long time since we went out dancing." Marilyn didn't answer. Her shoulders tensed up and she hugged her arms tightly around her purse, ignoring his guidance as completely as his suggestion.

"Do you want me to drop you off back at the dorm, then?" It was hardly even worth dealing with Marilyn when she got like this. Glenn knew that even if he could get into his girlfriend's pants, it wouldn't hardly be worth it. He must have looked relieved when Marilyn spoke. "Take me back to the dorm."

The "Rockin'-R" was down on Main street, in the old part of town. Forty or even thirty years before, it had been a place where real ranchhands came to wash away their fatigue, but in the eighties it had finally come to a reluctant truce with the Ag school on the hill. Gambling and poker machines had come in, and the tables had been moved to the side of the dance floor.

Glenn ran his Blazer down the alley behind the V.F.W. on the other side of the street, parked, and then cut across to the bar. The raw sound of an electric fiddle sawed a cajun party song out of the bar's depths. Glenn stopped beneath the flickering beer signs and checked his wallet. There were four twenties.

"Hey! It's him!" The girl's voice right at his elbow startled Glenn. It was the cowgirl from the rodeo, and he turned toward her with pleasure, suddenly wondering how he could have avoided noticing her when they were seated in the bleachers. She was wearing tight powder-blue jeans with high white cowboy boots and a loose checked cowboy shirt open at the neck. Glenn's eyes took in the shape of some sweet boobs that stretched the square pattern of the fabric from underneath. He smiled appreciatively. "Sounded like a good idea," he said. "Thanks for inviting us."

The girl's eyes were clear and innocent from an angel's face. She chewed at her lower lip, worriedly. "Your galfriend couldn't come," she said disappointedly. She had on a curled-up white cowboy hat pinned back on her wavy blond hair. Glenn shook his head. "Too much excitement for her," he said.

She glanced over her shoulder. Two guys and another girl had just turned the corner around the hardware store. "Well, we'll dance." she said quickly. "A little later on. Come on, you guys!" Glenn reached forward and pulled the heavy door open, but she didn't go in right away. Was it an accident? As the others squeezed by she turned and pressed up against him, firm buttocks bouncing back against Glenn's legs. "See you."

Normally Glenn didn't like to drink very much, but tonight the cold beer tasted good. He pulled a square napkin off the bottom of a long-necked bottle and turned away from the bar to look at the crowd as he took a long swig. "Be cool," he said to himself. Over at a crowded table near the band he could see the girl looking at him, and he could see that she saw him looking at her, but he wasn't about to look too eager. "You make it up to the rodeo tonight?" he asked the guy next to him. The girl had leaned over and was talking in the ear of one of the guys at the table. He shook his head and turned away laughing and reaching for a pitcher to top off his half-full glass.

It was cute the way she did a little horsey dance, all by herself. She stuck her tongue out at the guy and then started out by backing up still bent over toward the dance floor. She bumped her butt three half-skips back before straightening up slowly, her feet stamping in place as her back began to curve and she raised her chin up proudly. Glenn lowered the bottle to his waist and tucked his fingers into his belt loops. He loved the way her open hands clenched rythymically at the air as she danced, completely self-absorbed, with her eyes closed. He liked the way her boobs bounced to the music beneath the tucked-in tightness of her cowboy shirt.

He could imagine what it would be like to pop the studs off of the shirt, to pull it open down over her shoulders and press the girl's tits flat with his hands. Her nipples would roll hard in his palms as she pranced up to meet his hungry mouth with her lips. He'd show her something to pay attention to, dance her pussy up and down his dick.

Glenn suddenly realized that the girl's eyes had come open. She was half turned and bouncing her hip out at him in time to the beat. She smiled brazenly as their eyes met. He watched the tip of her pink tongue slide over to the corner of her mouth as she let the band's rocking music stagger her knees apart, pump her thighs high into the air. She kept looking at Glenn, pinning his own attention with her eyes and then straightening up and spinning away, capering like a school-girl playing at horse, smacking her own ass lightly to giddiup and shaking her head and whinnying.

Glenn set his empty bottle on the bar and moved out on the dance floor, matching her sexy little pony act with the twirl of an imaginary lariat. Now it seemed like she was dancing just for him.

She was so samll and light and soft. Glenn felt like he could pick her up and just put her on, like he could hold her open and turn her inside out. He wanted to squeeze her tiny shoulders, shake her knees apart. Without thinking he reached out for her hand and spun her in to him, taking her off balance and enclosing her in the space between his arms. She was short, the top of her head fitting perfect beneath his chin. Glenn's nose was filled with the fragrance of her hair, the sweet smell of pink skin where her scalp showed through her fine blonde hair.

Almost at that moment the band stopped playing. Glenn stood motionless for a minute, trying to collect himself, the muscles of his arms still tensed tight around the girl's body. It was crazy. He hardly even danced at all. Not since right after he had met Marilyn. And yet here he was. He didn't even know what her name was.

"Steevie," she said softly, twisting around to look up at him. She was acting like she was a little scared. Her blue eyes were wide open and her voice was shaky. "You're awful strong, mister."

"Glenn's my name," he said.

The music started up again, the band reading the mood and the fiddler sawing into a slow country dance. For a second Glenn thought Steevie was going to pull away, go back to her friends. But as he laced her slim fingers through his hand and raised her arm, he felt her resistance fade away. She began to step gracefully out in response to his lead. He smiled down at her, alive to the warm feeling of gliding together. "You're a good dancer." He moved his lips, not making a sound, and then grinned, sending her into a twirl as she smiled, almost bashfully, and lowered her eyes.

This was great, Glenn thought. He couldn't believe how much he had missed dancing since he'd been with Marilyn. Steevie's smooth waist swiveled and slid beneath the pressure of his guiding hand and she began to lean inwards toward him, her hand slipping from his shoulder and beginning to work his open collar wide.

Suddenly something bumped Glenn's shoulder hard and the moment melted away. Steevie was pulling back, her pretty mouth twisting in alarm. "No. Joe!" she pleaded. The guy from Steevie's table was shoving his way in between them. "Look out, buddy," he snarled, "I have something to discuss with this cunt." Glenn saw that the other dude had come up too. He took a half-step back, judging his angles.

Steevie's face was wild with fear and expectation, her breath coming out hiccuppy and weird. "Don't, Joe, Please. I didn't do nothing. I didn't do nothing." Joe was coming at her fast, his fist raised up, a nasty kind of smile showing through his rough black beard. "Here's nothing, bitch!" The sweeping blow went by her upraised hands and clopped shut Steevie's jaw. It was about a half-second of glory before Glenn creamed him.

Glenn slapped a second blow away from Steevie's face and stepped inside, his left fist slammming low into Joe's gut. He could feel the shape of the guy's balls as he brought his knee up full force and lifted him into the air. All the spit exploded from the guy's mouth at once, trailing off into a loose gray drool as he went down.

Glenn spun around to take on the other cowboy, his hand poised to smash his nose flat. But the guy had already thought twice, leaping back and falling over some people sitting at a table. Glenn sneered with hate and turned back away.

Joe was all over the floor, trying to curl up. He was making these funny "Ugh ugh ugh" sounds, probably wishing he'd never even heard of balls. Glenn rolled him over and then aimed two quick kicks into his ribs. Teach him to smack his woman.

Steevie had gone down, but she wasn't hurt bad. She got up and went over to stand above her damaged boyfriend, her hand held against her mouth. It was hard to figure out what she was thinking as she stood over the man rolling slowly on the floor in pain. "Oh, Joe. Joe. Why are you so mean? She turned toward Glenn with fear and wonder. "How'd you...you wouldn't ever do that to me, would you?" Steevie asked. Glenn was suddenly ashamed, his victory too easy. "I don't hit women," he said stiffly. "See you."

Glenn was already outside the Rockin'-R by the time Steevie caught up with him breathless from running. "Wait, Glenn," she called.

He steered the Blazer slowly out of town, to a parking lot on a bluff where a stone monument looked out over the Jefferson River. He could see her looking over at him from time to time, but he didn't really feel like talking. "How's your lip?" he finally asked. This was a place he often came when he and Marilyn had been fighting. At this hour even the few cars he usually saw were gone.

Joe's fist had raised a thick lump in the corner of Steevie's lower lip. Glenn ran his tongue gently over the swelling, tasting the electric tang of blood. Steevie's mouth was warm and soft, an invitation spiced with danger. She came to him eagerly, brushing her nose to either side of his as they kissed. Glenn leaned back, drawing her over to the driver's side and up against him. He ran his fingers lightly down the length of her spine.

Glenn's dick was leaping and twitching in Steevie's grasp. She squeezed the head through her fist, playing him up sputtering and rock-hard before she bent down to business. Glenn could still taste her waxy lipstick as her sticky lips encircled him. She was sucking hard on his knob, her cheeks working in and out as she juiced it up. Her tonguetip danced against him and then reached for his root as she walked the whole mile, opening her throat to throb. His fingers had been diddling gently with the little ornaments that hung from her ears. Now he pressed both hands against the back of her neck and began to pump in and out with increasing speed. Glenn couldn't help himself. He was trying to fuck Steevie's face flat, roughly turning her head from side to side as he crammed his stiff meat into her mouth.

The time Glenn had gotten Marilyn to suck cock it hadn't been like this at all. Her tentative nibbles and licks never got beyond the silly tickle of foreplay. When Steevie went down, it was like an itch inside, a fire that begged desperately to be extinguished and still glowed white hot even after a double load of cum pounded through his pipe and sperm was foaming from the corners of her battered mouth.

It was like she would do anything you wanted, complete possession. Glenn cradled the girl in his arms, temporarily exhausted. It had been the same with the dancing. As soon as Steevie started to move you knew the table was set and there'd be ice cream and cake.

"You still sorry your galfriend couldn't come?" Steevie's voice was husky and quiet, moist with jism. Glenn laughed uneasily, an image forming in his mind of Marilyn frowning and turning a page as she studied in her dorm room. "No," he said simply.

"Me neither. She didn't seem like she was very big on dancing." Steevie's forefinger flicked across the tip of Glenn's penis for emphasis, wiping away the last ooze of his cum. There was a weak quiver of response deep in his organ. "She must give good head, huh?"

"Not very." Glenn tried to imagine Marilyn talking so casually about it and failed. "Marilyn's kind of hung up."

"Really?" The idea seemed to give Steevie a charge. She wriggled back to a sitting position beside him in the Blazer. "Even about regular fucking?" She was undoing the snaps on her shirt, slowly, one at a time, as she talked on, not waiting for an answer. "Don't surprise me none, though. Probably afraid you might break it open--afraid you might screw somethin' outta her she didn't want to say." Her wrists crossed and she slipped her hands into the vee of the open shirt, shivering at the touch. "Not me. I need my tail bang. I want you make me talk."

"Know what really make me hot? It's when you trash Joe," Steevie said. She was open all down her front, her boobs swinging heavy like ripe fruit. "How'd you do him so fast? One sec he's up and ugly, next he's crawlin and trying to cry. Man." Steevie shook her head in admiration. "You'd never do anything like that to me, would you, Honey?"

Glenn was embarassed and angry. "It just pissed me off when he slugged you," he said. "I told you--I don't hit women. Why would I ever hit you?"

Steevie shrugged, her tits splashing together. "Oh, I don't know," she said evasively. "Like if I was really bad or something?"

She was leaning closer and closer, her musky melons offered up against his cheeks. Glenn forgot to answer. He sighed deeply and began to work Steevie's boobs in big ovals with his face, sucking and stretching her nipples until they began to heat and swell. His cock was already getting big again, pressing up out of his still open jeans and pulsing painfully against Steevie's thigh.

"I think I might have an old blanket in the back," he whispered, but the blonde was in too much of a hurry. Before he knew it she had already slid out the door of the Blazer and worked her tight pants down to her ankles. Okay, then. Glenn lowered the tottering girl straight down and pulled her boots off. As soon as they were free, Steevie's naked legs spread wide open, her feet wiggling in the air as she rolled her ass slowly around in the dirt and gravel of the parking lot.

"Fuck my cunt, Glenn!" Steevie begged, her voice feathery and feverish, "Fuck my cunt hard!" It was already all puffy and wet and she made it climb up his pole until every inch was in her. "That's it! That's it! Now hard!" She reached her hands behind his butt to guide his thrusts, slamming him down at the same time that she lifted her hips up and open to meet him. Glenn began to squeeze and pull at her big tits, almost getting hold as they stretched out to the nipples and then losing grip as they flattened fat.

Glenn's pants were still up, his belt still buckled. He could feel the cool sharpness of his zipper against the cords of his balls as he rammed down again and again. He was actually humping Steevie along the ground now, her shoulders swiveling an S shape in the dust as she cried in protest, digging in to try to buck back at him.

Steevie was on the edge of control, spastically clenching him to her in eager exhaustion, wheezing with effort as her lust drove her body beyond its limits. "Uh-Ha! Ah-Huh! Uh-Ha!" She was gasping out the strokes, giving in to the outside rythym at last, her eyes opening wide and then squeezing shut without seeing.

Glenn felt the woman begin to break just before she locked her legs behind his heaving back and began to wail. He reared up one last time and drove his sticky swollen muscle all the way into her hot hole. It was like her cum was his cum, and he screamed as the load shot straight from his balls.

Glenn hadn't ever come that way--twice in such a short time. He kept trying to get back up to his knees and failing. The two of them were laying in the gravelled parking lot, laughing with exhaustion. Finally Glenn staggered to his feet and gave Steevie an arm up, pulling her in and kissing her wet cheek softly. "Hey. You been crying."

"I always cry." Steevie laughed again, sniffing back her tears, and opening her mouth for a deeper kiss. "What you going to do about it?" She was so sweet and soft and vulnerable. Glenn held on for a long time before bending his knees and lifting her into his arms. "Guess the least I can do is give you a lift into town," he joked, turning and heading for the Blazer. He set Steevie up on the vehicle's hood and stood back admiringly. Her blond hair was mussed and wild, highlit by the moon. The same pale light made her tits milky crescents that bobbed free of the open cowboy shirt. Her naked legs swung lazily over the wheelwell.

"Well. Um." Neither of them spoke as Glenn turned and ambled over to retrieve Steevie's boots and crumpled jeans. A lift into town. Drop her off back at the bar and say see you around? "How about you come over and stay at my place tonight?"

"I guess Joe won't be objecting, will he?" Steevie joked. She hiked herself up to pull her panties on and then rose to stand precariously on the fender of the Blazer as she fitted her foot through one leg of her jeans. "What about your girlfriend?"

"Marilyn?" Glenn hesitated. "No problem. She lives in the dorm. We need to be quiet for my roommates, is all."

"Okay, then. I'm yours. See you use me well." Without any warning Steevie suddenly launched herself into air. Glenn got his arms up barely in time to catch her.

It was after one in the morning when Glenn eased the Blazer up to the house on Grand Avenue and turned off the engine. A night breeze had killed the August heat. It rustled through the leaves of the mountain ash trees outside the apartment house. "We've got to keep from making any noise," he whispered to Steevie, taking hold of her hand and leading her up the concrete steps. It was a long way over creaky wood to his room at the back of the old building and the sound of their boots on the floor seemed to echo against the high ceilings.

"I thought we were trying to be quiet!" The sudden sound of Steevie's voice by his ear made Glenn jump. He nodded up and down in the darkness. "We are," he hissed. "Come on." He rolled his eyes as they finally came to his room. Down the hall a line of light popped from beneath a door and a latch clicked.

"This is nice!" She didn't seem to know how to keep her voice down. Steevie stood with her hands on her hips looking over his room. She crossed to the bed, turning and laying back over it, her arms raised and her feet on the floor with her knees spread wide, as if trying it out. Even with her hair messed up and dirt on her face she was beautiful. Glenn looked down at her sexy body, her sultry expression, admiringly. "Can I use the bathroom?" She asked.

"I guess so. Sure." While he waited for Steevie Glenn tried to straighten up, tossing laundry into a pile, stacking the books on his study table. Across the hall he could hear the toilet flush, then running water. Finally she emerged, her face pink and wet, snapping the lightswitch off sharply.

Steevie shuffled back into Glenn's room with a pouty sad expression. "Lookit this." She undid the buttons of her pants again and began to push them down over her hips, sucking air suddenly as the rough fabric rubbed against her buns. The thin pink nylon panties were rolled partly down, the sheer surface stained with fresh blood. "I couldn't hardly sit on the pot," Steevie said ruefully, trying to peer back over her shoulder. Her ass had been scraped raw red and white by the parking lot action. A few pieces of gravel were still embedded in the injured flesh.

Steevie wanted to be sure that Glenn saw everything. She curved her back and stuck her butt out at him, leaning against the bed for support. He came in closer, brushing away the tiny rocks and lowering his face to try to kiss away the marks they left. He peeled her underpants the rest of the way down. There was a spot in them that glistened gray and silver from the cum that had leaked out of her and Glenn could still smell the stink of leftover cunt juice.

Glenn rested his big hands on Steevie's hips, pressing her crack tight and then releasing. She groaned as her cheeks jiggled back into shape. "Make it feel better, Glenn." Somehow he knew she wasn't asking for his paramedical services, but it gave him an idea. He made Steevie spread her knees as far as she could and slid two fingers into her gooey slit, opening the chamber and letting even more of the warm white liquid flow out. Strings of the sticky stuff followed his fingers as he smeared it over the worst of her scrapes, dipping back down into the hole every so often for a refill.

It seemed like it was doing some good. Glenn could feel Steevie's heat increase and his own thermometer was rising too. She was sighing softer and faster now. He stood and pushed her forward, belly down on his bed, shucked her out of her pants, then dropped his own and kicked them away. His balls were like little rocks, shrunk up hard and aching, making his dick jerk straight up into the air, veins popping like jagged lightning all along its purple length.

Third time was the charm. Glenn finally felt like he could do some real fucking. He set Steevie back up to where her hairy pouch hung exposed beneath her bottom and plugged his dickhead into the juicy opening. "OH," she said as her lips stretched around him. "OOOOH! Glenn was gliding deeper, beginning to turn the motion into a stroke. "UHH." He bumped up all the way in, lifting her hips with the force. "UHH. UHH. UHH!"

This was the same way Glenn always liked to do Marilyn--doggie style. At least he didn't have to look at that goofy smile all the time he was giving her the bone, and it seemed like she could relax a little bit when her face was turned away. For a second Glenn imagined it was Marilyn he was screwing. She would have a thumb in her mouth, the other hand gripping a pillow bunched up around her head, her eyes squeezed shut as she let him pull a long sweet orgasm out of her. Not a bit like Steevie. This bitch was hopping up and down and wagging her tail a mile a minute. "Don't stop, Glenn. Don't stop!" Jesus. If she had to shout, why did she have to use his name?

Glenn was coming at Steevie from pure clench now, the skin all smoothed down, his fluids long since pumped through. He was ramming and levering at her crevice with his hardened tool, dislodging boulders of sensation, blasting the shaft deeper. She was crammed down underneath him--standing on her head and still begging him to continue, even as he split her straightened legs into a wide wishbone and cracked them even wider with his thighs inside.

It was really something the way Steevie finally came. Glenn started working her through it as soon as she began to wail and thrash beneath him. He was steering her hips around his driving machine, revving her engine up to screaming speed as they rode the curve into the straightaway and headed for the flag.

"Oh shit. Oh shit." From somewhere deep inside Glenn felt a dam bust. It was water like fire, a flashflood of pleasure that burned away all his thoughts and senses. "Oh fuckme!" His balls seemed to turn inside out as the last globs of cum twitched out of him and he lurched to a stop. Steevie's cunt still clamped and tugged at his joint, milking every drop, but he just couldn't go on with it.

Suddenly a dagger of alarm stabbed at Glenn, pulling his shoulders back, and he turned and looked wildly at the closed door of his bedroom. A second later there was a knock. It had to be Willy, of course. Had the little creep been watching through the keyhole? "Just a minute!" he called angrily, pulling out and standing with his back to the door. His dick still stuck straight out from him, swollen and shiny, but he pulled his underpants over it and stomped over to confront his roommate.

"I just wanted to tell you to hold it down," Willy said. He was wearing boxer shorts and a stained T-shirt and his stubbly face was set aggressively as he stood in Glenn's doorway. Willy was the kind of person who never passed up a chance to complain about anything.

"All right, Willy. Fine. Sorry." Glenn started to close the door again, but Willy's foot was up against it, his shoulder through the opening. "Hey, look, man. I waited until you were done." His fat neck was stretched out, his yellow eyes bugging as he looked past Glenn into the room. Glenn turned. Steevie was still crouched forward on the bed, her ass spread wide open and wiggling slowly in the air as she continued to rub a fist up against her dripping pussy. Willy's expression was a mixture of lust and joy at his discovery. "That's not Marilyn!" He winked grotesquely at Glenn. "Hey Glenn," he said, "If you're dumping Marilyn you don't mind if I start poking her, do you?"

The thought of this pig wallowing over Marilyn completely disgusted Glenn. "Why don't you fuck yourself instead, Willy?" He pushed Willy back into the hall, started to close the door. "Hey Glenn?"

"What?"

"Just try to keep it down, okay?" Willy was grinning and motioning at the white pointed tent that stuck out from Glenn's waist.

Glenn was still burning mad when he came back from closing and locking the door, but he knelt down quietly and began tenderly to help Steevie unkink her muscles, lay down on her side. She turned toward him with a dreamy, satisfied smile. "Good stuff. Ummm." she breathed. "Who was that? Willy?" He tensed again.

"Yeah. Willy. Where you know him from?"

"Oh. I met him when I went to the bathroom. Nice guy." Steevie's hands made a pantomime of a pillow under her head. "Can we go to sleep now?" Glenn smiled back at her. "Guess you deserve a rest, at that," he allowed, bending over and kissing her forehead, her freckled shoulder.

The sounds of a Monday morning began to tug Glenn's mind up from dreamless sleep. Outside the door the floor creaked endlessly as his roommates traded places in the bathroom. Low voices, the toilet flushing and gurgling full. Beside him the woman lay curled and warm, breathing slowly. Glenn stretched with pleasure, arching his back and curving his morning hard-on up to nestle in the crack of her firm buns. This was the test of the dream, the point where Marilyn always snorted in complaint and pulled away. Instead, even in sleep, Steevie's body romped lazily against him.

In the kitchen there was the slap of the refrigerator door shutting, the sounds and smell of coffee brewing. Someone was burning toast. Glenn's eyes flickered open as he breathed in the dry musky aroma of Steevie's body. He let his arm slip around to take hold of her breast. The tit jiggled, heavy and delicious in his hand.

Steevie opened her slitted green eyes, tonguetip holding her lips apart as she tipped her head to look at him. The thing about Steevie was how well she seemed to sense Glenn's need. An image of his lust was held cross-eyed and captive, quivering in her animal vision. She seemed to listen for a voice beyond Glenn's hearing. "Meowww," she purred. "Pussy want milk."

The light of the approaching dawn on Steevie's blonde hair and fair skin was another part of it for Glenn. Both Marilyn and before her Janice had ordinary brown hair, but this piece was like a golden angel with a heart of sin. Her nipples had crinkled into brown nubs and as he played with them Glenn slung his hips and muscled into the opening between her pressed together thighs.

Outside, cars were starting as people headed for work and early classes. Glenn pushed and felt his way into Steevie's tight cunt. It was like a rubber ring that rolled around his meat, slowly warming and stretching to fit his size. Steevie was on her side, her position held by the rod that ran between her legs. She kept trying to turn, started trying to lift her leg to take him in further, but Glenn held back her ankle to where she could only raise her knee. He had to prove to Steevie that control was possible. It didn't have to be starvation for them every time.

There was the slam of another car door outside. Glenn was already having trouble with his own cool. He rolled Steevie over on her stomach like it was his own idea and ran her idea into the diamond-shaped space beneath her quivering round asscheeks. He hardly heard the running footsteps in the hall until they stopped at his door and it shook with a hard, hurried knock. "Glenn! It's me. Wake up. You'll be late for History!" The doorknob rattled as Marilyn tried to turn it. "Glenn? Are you in there?"

Glenn reared up, his stiff penis still buried in Steevie, his back arched. "I ain't going." he said. He was trying to think quick and sound sleepy at the same time. Jesus! What was he going to say?

Steevie was looking back over her shoulder at him and at the closed door, a wild expression of delight spreading over her face. "It's her, isn't it?!" "Quiet!" Glenn hissed.

"Glenn?" Marilyn sounded puzzled. "Are you okay?"

He coughed, trying to roughen up his voice. "Got a hangover. I'll be all right. Just gotta get some sleep." Beneath him Steevie had risen to her arms, was trying to crawl away from under him. He pushed hard in the center of her back and her elbows went out to the sides, her big tits squishing and taking the shock of her collapsing body. Stay there!

"Is there anything I can do? Do you want some aspirin?" The doorknob rattled again. "Poor baby," Marilyn added.

"Took some. Just gotta get some sleep. Come back later, okay?" Glenn humped up on Steevie's ass so he could keep his weight over her. She began to giggle. "You can't keep me down forever," she remarked, "I'll escape." Whatever else she was going to add was muffled by the hand that Glenn slapped over her mouth. "SHH!!"

"Glenn?" Why did they always want to talk to you when you were hung over? "What?" he moaned impatiently, hamming it up as much as he could.

"Do you want me to take notes for you?" It was clear that Marilyn suspected something. She wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. "Yeah. Yeah. Leave a note. I'll talk to you later, okay?" Steevie had begun to talk and laugh as though the hand over her mouth didn't exist, determined to make things difficult. She began to fuck him slowly, rocking her trapped hips from side to side. Something small and slimy slithered through the crack of his fingers.

Glenn couldn't keep from bursting into laughter after Marilyn finally left. "You little bitch!" he choked, wiping the slobber off his hand on the sheet, "You want to blow everything for me, don't you? What if the door hadn't been locked and Marilyn just walked in?"

"I guess she could of took notes, then." Steevie was still jiggling and jostling against him, keeping it loose and warmed up. "Fact is, the more that cunt's around the less chance of gettin this one filled up. That's even if you ain't creamin her ass, which I doubt anyway, a stud like you. You know how much I like to do it. There ain't enough to go around."

"It's over with her," Glenn promised. "I just got to tell her nicely. Marilyn's a sensitive girl." So Steevie wanted to stick around. This was great. "So you figure on settling in with me for a while, eh?"

"Maybe. Might. Long as you can keep your mouth shut and your dick hard, anyhow. Hey, weren't we doin somethin here? If you wanna talk why don't you let me be on top?"

Normally Glenn thought of himself as a full-fuckum kind of guy. He liked to find out what held their legs together, hammer it out. But he had to admit that this Steevie had talent. She had him flat on his back, her big jugs slapping his cheeks, the dark purple nips hot and swollen in his eager mouth. She knew how to work a long dick, sitting down along it, squeezing back the blood until its head was white and gasping, then riding easy for a few seconds to let the sap seep closer to the surface. When it was over Glenn lay as limp and exhausted as if he had gone down a line of slow-bottomed girls. Steevie was kissing the sweat off his forehead.

The sweet aching deep behind Glenn's balls never seemed to fade during the days that followed. He liked for Steevie to be already stripped down when he came back from his morning classes. The sight of her blonde body set on his wooden study chair sexy and smirking always brought him up rock hard. Or else she would pretend she had lost something. She'd be kneeling on the floor looking under the couch, her butt cocked high in the air.

On campus, it seemed like the women could all smell the presence of a male. Glenn had to practically fight them off. A couple times he would turn and there would be some cute girl there, just standing there like they were waiting. Somehow he managed to avoid Marilyn. It meant he had to find a different place to park, stop going to History, but that was okay. He had to admit he was being a coward about it, but he figured she'd catch on sooner or later. It turned out to be sooner, the Wednesday morning after he had met Steevie. Glenn was already walking funny as he came up the sidewalk to his apartment. His hardening cock had gotten caught down the leg of his pants and he had his hand in his pocket trying to ease it around the horn.

As he came into the room Glenn suddenly stopped short, slapping at his pockets again. Now he knew what was wrong. His wallet was gone. It lay turned out on the floor, the cards and bank receipts strewn all over the room. Burglars? But that didn't make sense. As he came in further he could hear Steevie's voice on the phone. He realized she was talking to Marilyn and a slug of guilty adrenalin stabbed between his shoulders. What was she saying?

"Didn't you suck him off enough? I thought you must have known that about him!" Steevie's voice was husky and low, but there was something excited about her tone that made him go over to the door. "Well never mind who it is. Look, I hear this other bitch never even lets him zip up his dick. Well, around. Everybody knows. She's always playing with it, even right out in public." Steevie had pulled her panties over one foot and now they slipped back down to hang off of her knee as she propped her high heeled shoe up high on the couch cushion. The phone cord was stretched into an open plastic spiral that ran down into her crack and as Steevie talked she was twanging it and snapping it against herself. "So you never even did, huh? Jeez, your pussy must be sore. This cunt spends half her time with her knees in her ears as it is." Steevie was giggling silently now, trying to put her knees in her ears as she spoke, and rolling sideways on the couch, two fingers jammed up her slit to the knuckles.

"Gimme that!" Glenn leaped at Steevie and grabbed the phone away. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He slammed the receiver down so hard the phone bell jangled. He was right on top of the naked girl now, his knees jamming her painfully into a corner of the couch, her arms up trying to shield herself and her eyes wide open with fear. Glenn almost pasted her, but stopped, his fist poised, an almost smile coming to his face. "You really asked for it now, bitch." Instead he got his hand around Steevie's knee and slung her over on the couch, bending her arm behind her back until she squealed with the pain. "Get ready for the spanking of your life."

Almost from the instant he began to smack her ass Glenn's cock was throbbing hard. Steevie really knew how to take a spanking. She didn't just lay there, she wriggled and bounced and tried to escape. But she always kept her butt pointed up at him.

"Don't, Glenn, Please! I didn't do nothing! Don't. Please. Glenn!" Glenn's cupped hand whistled down again and again. "Hah. Hah. Hah." she cried. He worked on keeping the angle right for the maximum effect, changing the timing and the intensity of the blows to keep her off guard.

It was beautiful the way the curved surface of Steevie's twin moons shook and burned under punishment. Her skin glowed hard red in the instant before it was slapped white again. Glenn was coming up from the top of her stretched thighs, jouncing her firm buns up and sideways. Finally he reduced her cries and pleas to a broken sobbing snivel, but he wasn't done yet. Glenn laughed as he released her wrist and Steevie tried to get up. No way! He lifted her fully up by one tortured buttock, his thumb sunk deep into her crack, the flesh squeezed tight and red as a tomato as he really put the sting to her. Panic pulled Steevie's knees apart as she desperately tried to get away. Her butt-muscles clamped hard around his thumb. It must have been the smell that made Glenn think about it. He got his other thumb down into the groove and squeezed her cheeks open. Steevie's little asshole was moist, a dark rose-color heightened by a circular yellow-brown smear.

Tears had stuck Steevie's blond hair to her cheeks in soggy strands, and her eyes were all shiny and red from crying as she turned to look back at him. For a second Glenn thought about letting her off. But then he suddenly realized that the bitch was still playing with herself. Her lips were set in a stubborn pout and her voice came, low and shaky but determined. "Glenn. I'm NOT sorry."

Glenn slid his hand down into her slit, knocking her hand away and getting his own fingers gooey, then popped his thumb through her puckered opening. Steevie moaned and her anus clamped and fluttered around him as he began to manipulate both her holes, stretching and stroking them open.

The insatiable little tart rolled face forward on the couch, spreading her rear view even further and allowing Glenn a chance to get his pants off. His knees stretched her wide thighs beyond support as he plugged the head of his dick into the well-displayed target.

Steevie began to grunt, taking his pole up her ass by the inches. It felt so good he pulled back and gave her three fast ones and she went straight and quiet, quivering and pulsing against his whole length. "Not sorry?" Glenn started to fuck for fun, gasping as the tightness of Steevie's asshole jacked a jolt of juice into his joint. "Just tell me when you're sorry."

There are a million kinds of cruelty. Glenn knew that sooner or later he'd bust Steevie's reserves, no matter how much she liked to be abused. He grabbed a deep handful of blond hair, twining it around his fist and lifting her chin up off the upholstery. A pulse throbbed in the vein of her stretched out neck each time his dick rammed home. "Say you're sorry, Steevie! Say Fuck my slutty ass, Glenn!"

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Steevie's face was squeezed like a clown's into a grimace of joy and pain. "I'm, I'm, I'm," she screamed. "I'm coming. Oh. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Glenn felt the sweet power rush through him and finally let go. Sperm spurted out of Steevie's fully filled rectum and she sobbed as the sudden slipperiness let his big dong slide up the tube another final inch.

"So now you're sorry, right? I'll guess I'll learn you some manners yet." Glenn stood and leaned back against his desk. He was still wearing his socks and his T-shirt. His swollen dick swung slowly down to point with contempt to where Steevie lay sprawled on the couch. "Come on. Get up." He turned and looked until he found where she had dropped her clothes, tossed them at her. "I told you I'd deal with Marilyn. She doesn't deserve that kind of crap."

Glenn watched coldly as Steevie stood up shakily and tried to fit her feet through the holes of her pants. "Get it together. I want your butt out of here. You don't come back until you learn to behave. When I tell you a thing that's the way it is. I told you Marilyn's sensitive. Just because you're a little fucking whore is no reason to treat someone else that way!"

It was all a game, and Glenn was getting into it. He let the feeling of male arrogance fill the space between them as Steevie struggled to pull on her tight blue jeans. His anger was the clear gold fluid that mixed with Steevie's milky lust to bind the sexes together.

Her face pouty and puffed up from crying, Steevie began to shamble around the room, bending over to pick up her dirty panties, her purse, her other belongings. Glenn swallowed hard. Was he going to let her get away with that? "Forget about that shit," he said roughly, grabbing her arm and pulling her to the door. "We'll talk about it later." He pulled the purse away and pushed Steevie into the hallway, latching the door and leaning back against it with a wicked smile. He held the purse up with satisfaction. That would make sure she came back. He wasn't done with this chick.

Suddenly a stake of fear drove deep into Glenn's heart as he looked back toward the couch. The telephone lay on its side, the receiver off the hook beside it. He walked forward slowly, trying to think. Could she still be on? He picked it up and listened carefully. There was no sound, no dial tone. "Marilyn?" he asked finally. She didn't reply, but in a moment there was a single shattered sob, and a click as the phone was hung up.

That about tore it, then. So much for Marilyn's sensitivity. First Steevie takes a crap on her life and now the two of them hand her a spoon. Glenn sat on the edge of his bed for a long time, shaking his head. It was so bad you had to laugh. He lay back on the mattress, still chuckling, and let his eyes close. He dozed.

There was an unsteady clicking of heels in the wooden floored hallway outside. Glenn came fuzzily awake again as it stopped and a soft knock sounded on his door. He rolled over groggily, reaching off the bed to find his pants. The knock came again, louder this time. "Glenn?" It was Marilyn's voice. He snapped fully alert now. What could she want? He sat straight up and began to pull his jeans on. "Glenn? I need to talk."

Here went nothing. Glenn worked the lock and opened the door. "Hi," he said heavily. He hated Marilyn for putting him in the position where he had to confront her, but okay. "What's cooking?"

"I think you know." Marilyn's words were direct, but her voice was timid. She looked at him uncertainly, searching his face for sympathy. She looked so sad. "Can I come in?"

"Sure." Glenn stepped back, waving his hands to excuse his bare chest, his lack of shoes, as if he was talking to a stranger. "I just woke up."

"You must be tired." Marilyn stepped carefully inside and turned toward him. She was dressed strangely, a bulky crocheted coat with a pattern of jumping horses that hung nearly to her knees. But what really caught Glenn's attention was the shoes she was wearing, tiny black high-heels that raised her high on her toes and tipped her forward toward him. She had on textured black nylons that disappeared under the coat.

Marilyn saw where Glenn's cool glance went and she blushed bright red, shifting awkwardly on the spike heeled shoes. Suddenly he understood. The girl was here to make him. She was going to try to fuck him to get him back. Well that would be a switch. He stood back, smiling slightly. "Can I get your coat?" Now she knew that he knew. He could give her that much.

Marilyn's hand shook as she raised her hand up to undo the big buttons, but she didn't look away. Her brown eyes burned with determination. "That's all right," she said. She opened the top of the coat and shrugged her slim shoulders out of the arms, then pushed the whole heavy garment down around her waist until it lay on a heap on the floor. She stepped carefully free. "I got it."

Glenn didn't think he had ever seen Marilyn look so trashy--or so elegant. She stood with her legs apart, hips cocked and challenging. The black stockings ran up to the middle of her slender, runner's thighs, almost met by the lower edge of a vinyl miniskirt. A ribbed white tube top held her small breasts in, outlining them, and stopped short, leaving her smooth, flat stomach exposed.

It wasn't like Marilyn wasn't a beautiful woman when she put her mind to it. Glenn leaned his shoulders against the wall and let her come to him, swiveling sexily all the way forward until she was standing right up against him with her eyes down and her breath hot against his bare chest. The thought of what she was going to do already had him hard and she was pinching the head of his dick where it peeked out the top of his jeans. Each time she did it he seemed to grow an inch longer.

Marilyn was slowly undoing his buttons. She kissed him once on each little tit and began to slide down to her knees, her lips murmuring across his tense stomach. For just a second his swollen flesh twitched free in the air. Then he was in her warm, moist mouth.

Marilyn was sucking like she needed the money. Before when she touched his cock it had always been like she was afraid something might happen. Now she was begging it to speak back to her, to spit hot cum into her cheeks. She began by bobbing her head, drinking solid meat deeper and deeper as her hands worked his pants further down. Then she got her fist around it and gave him a little push-and-pull at the same time that she was diddling his nuts.

Glenn was just going to let it happen. With Steevie it was always unnecessary roughness these days. With Marilyn there was better ways to be bad. She flinched as his hand brushed her dark, straight hair back, but she let him guide her head gently around, licking humbly up the curving underside of his dick. Suddenly he nearly laughed as he remembered driving his dong up Steevie's brown shithole. Wonder if it tasted as good as it smelled.

"Let's put this dude to better use," Glenn growled. He drew back, squeezing his eyes shut. Any more of this and he was going to blow his cream all over Marilyn's face. "Let's go over to the bed."

"That's all right," Glenn said. Marilyn had pulled her elastic tube top over her head and was reaching to undo her zipper. "Leave it on. Leave the shoes on too." He drew Marilyn to him, shinnying the short shiny skirt stiffly up above her hips. Her legs ran all the way up to a plump triangle of white lace that stretched saucily across small firm buns and ran high to the waist, leaving most of the cheeks exposed. Glenn nuzzled in close. "I've always loved your sweet little rump, you know it?" She bent forward in response, spreading her legs straight to the sides now that they were no longer restrained. "I love you to love it," she whispered. His tongue was tracing the line of her panties, the curls of black hair that stuck out rubbing against the bridge of his nose. He could tell from the humid aroma of her cunt that going down on him had gotten her off.

Glenn tugged the damp undies to one side and spread open Marilyn's dewy lips. The flesh was wrinkled purple, hot with blood, stinking hot with desire. Her thighs were shaking as she tried to get them even further apart. He was giving her a free ride on his face, his tongue sliding the whole length of the groove until it bashed and mashed and danced into her clit. Marilyn was totally bent over, her hands clenched around her ankles to elevate her pussy. Glenn rose, first continuing to rub her button with his fingers and then bringing his cock back into play.

There's a trick you do when you're a kid where you get behind someone and dimple their knees forward with your own. Marilyn was still perched up high on her spike-heel shoes, and as Glenn broke the lock of her legs she sat down suddenly on him. "Ah! You bastard!" She had embedded his prong half deep in her cunt with a single pelvic thrust.

Glenn stood up straight, then moon-walked in place until he was in her up to the balls. Marilyn was completely off balance, depending entirely on his probing rod for support. Now Glenn stretched up the tube top and began to play with her titties. They were smooth and flat, with lust-hard nipples that dug into the palms of his hands, and as he started to swing up in short circular strokes from underneath her he was squeezing them and pinching them into points.

Suddenly some border of inhibition was crossed and Marilyn began to curse Glenn out. He couldn't see her face, but she was shaking her head from side to side, wiggling her ass like a native dancer and swearing like a dockworker. "Fucking Two-Timing Asshole Prick! Shithead!" All right, then. Glenn started to withdraw his bone from Marilyn's bottom. She was instantly nice again. "No. No. I didn't mean it. Please!" He slid back and began to fuck hard. "God. Damn. Son. Of. A. Bitch. I hate you."

"Do you, Marilyn? Do you hate this?" He was pretty sure she didn't really. "Shit. Shit. Shit." Her feet were propped up too high, spread too far apart for Marilyn to be able to step away from where she stood. Instead she was forced into a stuttering shuffle by the steady slap of his strokes, rotating slowly around, as though she was on a display turntable. "I do! I hate you, you fucker! You fucker, fuck me more!"

Glenn was going to make this one one that Marilyn would never forget. He got his hand down and lifted her leg into the air. It stretched her slit sideways around his dick with a sticky sucking sound. He was playing Marilyn like a musical instrument, puffing pussy-farts as he shucked a ring of skin to the tip of his piston, when the door opened and Steevie walked in.

Steevie stood there, her hands on her hips, an expression of scorn building on her face. Her wide red lips twisted open as she took in the image of her brown-haired rival tottering on one high-heeled foot, her skirt and top pushed roughly up. "You guys in a hurry, or what?" she sneered. Marilyn twisted in Glenn's grasp, looking back over her shoulder with alarm. She was rising and falling so deliciously on him as she tried to get both feet back on the floor. "Glenn. Please!"

"Yeah, Glenn, please," Steevie mocked. She looked puzzled for a second. "Please What? What's the matter? Too much cock for that shriveled up cunt of yours? Can't take a good cram?" She strutted over to stand close in front of them. "Don't worry," she told Glenn, "Steevie's back. You can flush this come-rag now."

Marilyn's face was burning bright red as she turned frantically to look at Glenn again, but he couldn't let her go now. He was bending at the knees, ramming rudely right up her spine. Meanwhile Steevie had reached out to pinch her cheeks and drag her back around. "Don't look away from me when I'm talking to you, bitch." Between the two of them the girl was completely helpless, hopping wildly on one foot and whipping her arms in circles to try to keep her balance. It was too much for Glenn. He let her thigh down and bent her over again, pounding into her. Steevie had her by the hair now, pulling her head forward to the floor as her tail quivered and jerked around his dick. He felt the cum pulse upward and erupt into Marilyn's quim and he squeezed her asscheeks tight around his cock to try to hold back the flow but he couldn't hold it back.

"Shake it now!" Steevie commanded. She was squatting down and had clamped Marilyn's head between her thighs. Her fists were clenched into the folds of the black vinyl skirt and she was using it to rock Marilyn's elevated ass back and forth around Glenn's rod. "Make that thing move!" Even when she was using someone else's cunt, Steevie could fuck like a demon. The motion was milking Glenn of every ounce of jiz. The blonde was smirking smugly into his eyes as she watched his energy drain away.

Afterwards Glenn didn't know if he had pulled his twitching dick out of her or whether Marilyn had somehow leaped off of it. He watched as she lurched forward, pushing Steevie back onto her butt and coming down on top of her, her face wild with rage and shame as it popped free from between the restraining legs.

"Ugh. Fuck. Oww! Oww!" Steevie bellowed with sudden pain as Marilyn sank her teeth into the flesh of her stomach in desperation. "You cunt!" She was trying to beat the girl away with her fists, but Marilyn had hunched her shoulders and was hanging on like a pit bull. "Let go of me!" It was the worst thing she could have said. As soon as Marilyn realized that she had an advantage she began to crawl further on top of her opponent, easily blocking the punches Steevie was throwing up at her. Steevie couldn't have known when she first came in how strong Marilyn really was. Now she did. The brunette held her easily down with one arm as she used the other to tear her shirt open and wrench a big tit out of her bra, twisting and gripping it viciously.

Glenn had to sit down. His dick was still spitting semen as it tried to respond to the sweet scene that was unfolding in front of him. Steevie could talk tough, but she was at her best when she was being taken to task. She was trying to kick full-legged out from underneath the straddling pin and the bouncing scissors motion of her thighs was pounding splatters of his cum out of Marilyn's stretched-open hole. Marilyn hunkered low on top of her, riding easy, only the slightest ripple of tensed butt muscles reflecting the exertions of the woman twisting beneath her.

Glenn doubted Marilyn had ever gotten her hands on another woman's boobs before, but she showed she knew what to do. Her sharp shoulder blades stood out as she reared back, viciously stretching and slapping the soft udders. "Let go of my tits, you bitch! Let me up!" Now all of the buttons had been popped off Steevie's blouse and Marilyn was doing her best to pop the purple nipples underneath. "AHHH. AHHH!" The big jugs jiggled and swayed heavily from the pinch as they were stretched toward the ceiling. Glenn moved around to get a better view.

It was funny to see the expressions on the girls' faces. Marilyn's eyes were distant and she was biting her lip with concentration as she continued the punishment. Upside down beneath her was the weird image of Steevie's contorted face, the sexy lips stretched wide with anguish, red lipstick smeared around them.

You could see Marilyn's confidence increase the more Steevie fought back. She was like a cruel cat teasing a little animal into wasting its resources. She was raising her weight off of Steevie's pelvis as she leaned forward to bite and suck on her victim's nipples, the pain and the illusion of freedom driving the blonde to further thrash and squirm beneath her. Glenn could tell that Marilyn was circling the edges of cum, beginning to put on some humping action to fill in the spaces left by Steevie's increasing exhaustion.

There was something about fucking Steevie that brought it out in you, Glenn thought. Now Marilyn was rocking and rolling sensuously, her wide mouth open to her huffing breath, her curling tongue. Her nostrils were flaring wide and narrow, keyed to the rythym of her arousal. She looked up at Glenn, growing awareness matching the glittering desire in her eyes. "Here." She spoke huskily. "Help." She pushed Steevie's shoulders hard and flat against the floor to show him what she meant.

Glenn had to be careful not to lean too close as he bent over to hold the woman down. As soon as she realized it was two-on-one Steevie started to fight back with real fury, twisting her head from side to side and snapping at his arms. The struggles seemed to please Marilyn. She let Steevie's tits flop back down to her chest and reared back to play with her own flat purple-tipped mams, openly gloating as she watched the girl try with all her strength to escape from the casual pressure of Glenn's pin. "Pay attention, now, Steevie," she said. She looked down at Glenn. "Steevie. That's the cunt's name isn't it?" He nodded, smiling. She must have heard him talking to Steevie over the phone. "Pay attention, Steevie," she said, "This is where it gets interesting."

Marilyn had her hands down, one fist knuckling her pussy as she undid the snap of Steevie's tight pants and tugged down her zipper. "I just don't think it's fair for Glenn and me to be bare-assed and not you. Do you? Why don't we get you just a little more sociable?" With her shoulders held down all Steevie could do was arch her back up and it made it easier to strip off her pants. They slid easily down to her knees, revealing a pair of skimpy black panties. Marilyn was really enjoying this. She stretched the elastic away from Steevie's tummy and bent her head to look down. "Besides, I want to see what you've got here that's so special." She curled her fingers and reached inside. "A lot of hair, anyway," she said dubiously, looking up at Glenn again, "Ooo. What's this? Gee, it's all hot and wet."

Glenn's dick was rock hard again, so hard he could hardly keep his mind on keeping Steevie down. She was still trying to get free, slinging her big tits wildly from side to side, as if that was going to do her any good. He reached out and grabbed one, squeezing it hard at the same time that Marilyn continued to work up her cunt. "Pull 'em down all the way," he grunted. "Let's get her opened up."

"Goddamn you!" Steevie screamed. "Let go of me, you bastards!" Her pants were turned inside out around her ankles, stuck on her big feet. She began to kick again as soon as her legs came apart, snapping the rumpled denim between them. Marilyn was up beside her in a flash, strong arms twisting the restraining fabric into a knot and forcing Steevie's legs back from a lock-kneed vee into a fluttering, helpless diamond. "Let go," she sobbed, "You bastards." There was no way Marilyn was going to let her go. Now her hand was halfway inside Steevie, cruelly stretching open her hair-lined hole.

With her three middle fingers joined in a stiff triangle, Marilyn began to rudely hand-rape her blonde victim, punishing her swollen clit with a twiddling thumb at the same time that her remaining finger stabbed and scratched at the puckered asshole. Steevie moaned and rose each time the bunched knuckles were forced into her cunt. "Oh no. Oh no," she said, her eyes closing.

Glenn could see a shine of sweat on Steevie's pale skin, sensed the changing of her mood. Marilyn had found her sweet spot and was turning protest to passion. "Oh. Oh. Yes," she breathed in reply, her eyes on Steevie's softening face. "You like that, don't you?" She didn't have to strain to keep the woman's legs open any more. Steevie's knees were drawn up and out as far as they could go. Her pink twat was sloppy wet now, juices smearing over the invading hand. "She likes it, Glenn," Marilyn said, sliding up to bite and suck on a swollen nipple as she continued to cram her full of hand. "Ah. Ah-a-luu-ah," Steevie sang suddenly. "Please. I'll do anything you want."

Glenn always remembered the wicked smile she aimed at him as his girlfriend swung a long thigh across Steevie's body and began to back towards her face. "I know you will," she said.