Olive "The Champ"

Part Six, Olive battles Mae for the cash prize


"Whoops, I almost forgot, I owe you a little something," said Olive and kicks
Mae square in her big upturned ass sending her sliding across the ring into
the opposite ringpost. She looks out and sees that Popeye has knocked Clyde as
stiff as a board, his huge rod making a "tent pole" in his pants. Popeye and
her exchange knowing looks, she jumps down grabs the unconscious stud dragging
him underneath the ring, while Popeye jumps up into the ring. Popeye walks
over to where the blonde is laying, strips off his clothes grabs her around
the waist, kneels down and pushes his throbbing hard on into her talented
pussy. Popeye's furious thrusting rouses Mae, "go ahead stud," she said "give
it your best shot, the last time I took it easy on you, now I'll have to teach
you a lesson." Reaching up she grabs the bottom rope and starts pumping her
hips back at him. The blonde sexpot churns her bottom at a dizzying speed,
determined to turn the sailor's manhood into so much pulp. Popeye matches her
stroke for stroke; relentlessly banging away at the blonde until at long last
a small moan escapes her lips spurring him on, each thrust lifts the busty
blonde's ass high in the air making her moan louder. Mae's stud horse Clyde
hadn't come close to satisfying her, but the little sailor has her howling
like a cat in heat as she moans and gasps unable contain her rising passion.
Popeye's in total control riding he for all he's worth, when a long incessant
wail comes from her lips just before she explodes with an earth shattering
orgasm making her shudder and shake from head to toe. But Popeye's not about
to let her off the hook, he keeps plowing into her with the same mind numbing
speed once again working the sexy blonde into a fever and again bringing her
to another shuddering orgasm. Like a perpetual motion machine the little
sailor keeps pumping away bringing the blonde sexpot one orgasm after another
until she finally collapses in a heap. A bewildered look on her face as she
slowly slides out of the ring, head and arms dangling down outside the ring.

At the same time Popeye is making mince meat of the "Maneater", Olive is busy
under the ring with Clyde. She's stripped his clothes off, and is sitting on
his chest lightly slapping his face, "wake up handsome," she said, "come on
wake up, I don't want you to miss a minute of this." Clyde opens his eyes
blinking and confused, "what's going on, where am I?" he mutters. "Shhh,
quiet, just lie back and relax, you're going to like this, I promise," said
Olive sweetly. Then slides down and with a flick of her hips slams her little
honey pot down and engulfs his enormous erection taking every inch in one fell
swoop. She begins riding the stud in a slow leisurely manner, dropping down to
the base of his huge salami and holding him there before beginning her slow
deliberate rise back to the top. Clyde's in shock, no woman has ever taken his
massive member so easily, but here was this rather ordinary looking, skinny
beanpole of a woman taking every bit he had, as if he was nothing more than a
small child. His head is beginning to swim, its not only the ease at which
she's handling him, but it feels as if his huge pole is being ever so softly
massaged from one end to the other as Olive works the muscles of her spinach
enhanced pussy to grip and tug at his huge meatpole. She continues this
delightful torture, taking him in and pausing letting her womanly muscles
squeeze him, then the slow ride to the top where she again pauses before
gripping and tugging the very tip making him groan in pleasure. It only takes
a minute or two and Clyde is bucking and thrashing teetering at the edge of
coming, trying desperately to grab Olive and ram his giant pole home. Smiling
she pins his arms back, keeping him at the brink of orgasm with her slow
steady up and down motion on his throbbing cock for what seemed like an
eternity.