Olive The Champ

Part Three, Olive battles Mae for the cash prize


Meanwhile down at the gym, Olive had showed up to work out but was surprised
to see the "closed" sign in the door. "Hmmm, I wonder where Popeye can be?"
she muttered. "He knows I have to get ready for this fight." After about 20
minutes of waiting Olive is fuming mad and turns on her heel to leave only to
run head long into a tall handsome stranger. "Oh, excuse me!" she said rather
absent mindedly, and then almost melted to butter when she looked up and saw
the tall dreamy looking stranger. "Oh no, its my fault completely, I was
distracted when I saw such a pretty lady in distress," said the smooth talking
stranger. "Let me introduce myself, I'm Clyde" he said, grinning through his
teeth. "Pleased to meet you, I'm Olive. Forgive my rudeness, I'm just a little
out of sorts about missing my training session" said Olive. "Oh my, you're
THAT Olive," said Clyde, "I didn't know you'd be so beautiful too," he said
smoothly. Olive turned bright read and looked shyly down at the ground not
knowing what to say. "Listen, I'm a bit of a boxer myself, and if its alright
with you, I'd love to help you train, unless that is you'd rather wait for
your regular trainer." Looking around and seeing that Popeye was nowhere in
sight, Olive said, "I'd love to!" and took off down the street with Clyde. The
"gym" turned out to be a ramshackle garage with weights, bags mats, and a
rather rickety looking ring. "I know it's not much to look at," said Clyde, "
but you'll get a good workout," he said with a wicked gleam in his eye. They
lifted some weights, worked the speed bag some, and it was when they were
working the heavy bag that he made his move. He was behind her watching her
punch the bag, when on impulse he reached out embraced her and began to softly
kiss her neck. The workout had Olive keyed up and the feathery little kisses
quickly took their toll as she melted back into his arms thrilling to their
touch. It had been a long time since she had been properly boffed and she had
secretly been waiting for the tall handsome fellow to make his move and now
she was eager finish what he'd started. She turned and started kissing his
face, and rubbed up against him like a cat in heat, taking his hands and
placing them on her while she ran her hands up and down his lean muscular
frame. She finally let her hands wander down to his crotch and as she ran her
fingers over the outline of his erection her eyes got wide as saucers when she
felt what was there...he was absolutely enormous!!!!! She ripped off his
clothes and stared in disbelief at what she saw..it looked like a giant salami
that she'd seen in the butchers shop, it had to be over 15 inches long and as
thick around as one of Popeye's arms. "Oh my, Oh my," she murmured in
disbelief, "I'm not so sure this is going to work," she said "Nonsense!!" said
Clyde, "Try it, you'll like it, I promise," all the while undressing her as he
laid her back on the mat. Feverishly she wrapped her long thin legs around his
waist as he positioned himself and began a slow steady thrust into her waiting
honeypot. A long low wail of pleasure came from Olive's lips as he pushed on
and within seconds she was deep into a long protracted orgasm even though he
was less than half way in. Clyde pressed on until he was finally all the way
in, he began a slow steady womb racking in and out thrusting that kept Olive
at a fever pitch moaning and groaning until her orgasms came in rapid fire
succession one right after another and she thought she might pass out. On and
on it went, all night and it was well into the next morning before Olive
finally slipped into a deep satiated sleep, blissfully unaware of Clyde
quietly getting up and slipping out the door. Some time later she awoke,
disoriented as to where she was, and then she realized she was still at the
gym. As she got up to dress, Olive groaned in pain, it felt as if someone had
beat her silly with a baseball bat, even the slightest movement sent of waves
of pain all through her body. Gritting her teeth, and grimacing with every
step, she made her way out the door, off to find Popeye and then to the arena.