Olive The Champ

Part Two, Olive battles Mae for the cash prize


The day before the fight Mae set her plan into action, she dressed in one of
her sexist outfits a pink sweater that clung to her like a second skin and a
short pink skirt that showed off her shapely legs. She strolled down the same
street that Popeye's gym was on, when all of a sudden a man jumped out and
grabbed her! "Help, help, somebody help me. Please someone help me!" she
screamed. Popeye heard the screams, ran out and grabbed the masher by the
scruff of the neck and seat of the pants and tossed him for a loop! The
startled man jumped to his feet and scurried off down the alley. Popeye's
eye's bugged out and his jaw dropped to the ground when he caught his first
good look at Mae's sumptuous body. "My hero" she said, and hugged him around
the neck, burying his face into her deep cleavage and holding him there. What
she was actually doing was testing for his reaction, much the same way a
fisherman tests proven bait, and sure enough this fish was hooked! "You're so
cute" she gushed, "I'd love to repay your kindness, why don't you come by my
place and I'll fix you lunch." Popeye blushed a bright crimson red, but
allowed Mae to grab his arm and lead him off to her place. Once inside she sat
Popeye on the sofa telling him "wait here handsome, I've got to change into
something a little more comfortable." After about a ten-minute wait, she
finally came strolling out dressed in a black teddy, a sly smile on her face
and a gleam in her eye. "Well, what do you think big boy? Do I look more
comfortable?" she purred. Popeye almost swallowed his pipe, his eye's again
bugged out and a huge erection popped up in his pants as he stammered some
gibberish and stared in disbelief. "Why don't we just go for dessert?" said
Mae, "I'm sure you'll love it!" she strutted over, plopped down in Popeye's
lap, rubbed his face deep into her cleavage again, and started a slow bump and
grind on the little sailor's big aching member. He gasped and moaned as Mae
continued to work her hips like a stripper, a minute later Popeye groaned and
shot off a huge load.right into his boxers!!! "Oh my!" said Mae, "That was
fast, we're just going to have to get you undressed and start all over again!"
She stripped off all his clothes, then kneeled down and put his limp member
between her big soft pillowy breasts, and began rocking back and forth until
he once again hard as a rock. "Now, lets have some fun" she purred and mounted
the little sailor again only this time she took his hard on and stuffed it
deep inside of her. She worked her shapely bottom up and down at a furious
rate turning Popeye every which way but loose and try as he might Popeye
couldn't slow her down as she pumped away like an out of control oil derrick.
Popeye struggled to keep up with the blonde vixen but found that she was an
indomitable force as she made him pop his cork time and time again. A broad
smile on her face she kept grinding and moving keeping him in a constant state
of arousal, pistoning her hips up and down until at long last she finally
drained him dry. Still smiling she reached down and grabbed his soft member,
"come on lover, I'm just getting warmed up, don't poop out on me now," she
purred. But it was no use, Popeye was as limp as a noodle, "I guess I broke
it," she giggled, and then slid up his body till her pussy was in his face,
"come on lover boy, make Momma happy," and rocked her hips back and forth.
Sometime the next day Popeye stumbled on home, thoroughly pussy whipped; the
only thought in his mind was Mae and all the things she had done with him,
eager to be back in her arms.