The Prize By Klunker100(@yahoo.com) Part III (A comfortable, after-hours old-boys weekend activity is upended by the arrival of a couple of mysterious – and beautiful – strangers. Contains violence, graphic sex, lesbianism, and coarse language.) Nicole spent the last month leading a double life. Studious, hair- above-the-collar law clerk by day and sneak-around, hair-down lesbian whore by night. Lisa lived on the other side of town so they met at each other's apartment for their rendezvous four or five nights a week. Nicole managed to keep it a secret from her boyfriend, always finding an excuse while she slept with a woman behind his back. The two women relished the foreplay and after-play as well as the sex. Their evenings would typically begin with a role-playing situation based on events in one or the other's day, or something pulled out of thin air. Lisa worked as an airline baggage handler so she could only fantasize about the life the women whose fancy luggage she loaded led. One of her favorite games was to pretend she was a passenger who couldn't get comfortable and Nicole was the stewardess who adjusted the pillow to make it right. Nicole especially liked it when her lover wore tight clothing, which strained under those large arm muscles and tree-trunk legs. Although flight attendants are, in reality, forbidden to have any physical contact with passengers, Nicole would take pleasure in moving Lisa's limbs and body, copping a feel wherever she could. Lisa liked the way Nicole would progressively unbutton her own blouse and lean in her face, showing more of those large, fleshy bosoms each time. Nicole's favorite fantasy was to be arrested and searched. She would 'assume the position' against the wall as Lisa would slowly and deliberately grope for any contraband. Invariably, the 'arresting officer's' hand would find its way inside the front of her panties. In every case, each woman would come up with some ingenious excuse to remove her blouse and bra. Each enjoyed the pleasures of the other's breasts. Then came the kissing...long, passionate wet ones long before and after sex. Such was the pleasure of Lisa's company that Nicole began to neglect her boyfriend, Dave. Dave, although no pushover, wasn't in the class of the fighters Nicole had screwed. Their sex life was rather dull and pedestrian, since the busty blonde 'bitch' mentally compared him to the strong, virile men who occupied her alternating Friday nights. After one especially lame brush-off, he ended up in a bar with his friends. One drink and gripe led to another, until he worked up the head of steam necessary to confront his aloof girlfriend. Of course, the possibility that she was running around with another guy came up several times throughout the marathon, and what he drank stiffened his resolve to take care of business – and the guy she was seeing, if that was the case. When he staggered back to his car and turned on the ignition, he didn't know what fraction of 'right' he was, nor what was waiting for him. Small-town Georgians don't always lock their doors...don't always need to. In her rush to get her clit licked one night, Nicole omitted this step. She and the 'Widowmaker' were in the throngs of passion, which explains why she didn't hear Dave lurch down the hall or burst in the apartment. Though legally too drunk to drive, there was no mistaking what Dave saw when he stumbled across the threshold: his girl's favorite blazer tossed on the back of a chair, the pink silk blouse he bought her for her last birthday half on the arm of that chair and half on the floor, her shoes in the middle of the floor, a lacy black bra dangling off the stereo stand, a strange work shirt on the arm of the couch, a larger bra sticking out of the couch cushions; and on that couch was his woman, topless and wearing the bottom half of her dress, on her back and in the arms of a large, muscular black woman, also topless, wearing designer jeans that were unzipped. Each had the other's lipstick smeared on their face and chest. It took Dave all of ten seconds to figure out what was happening. The enraged boyfriend stomped towards the couch. "If I hadn't seen this shit with my own eyes I never would have believed it in a million years...my woman, lickin' some nigger bitch's cunt!" "Dave," Nicole protested, "what are you doing here? You're drunk!" What does it look like I'm doin' here," he yelled. "I'm gonna take care of business!" he said, as he grabbed Nicole's arm and yanked her off the couch. Lisa jumped in. "You have no right to be here!" Dave pointed his index finger in the gladiatrix's face and sneered, "You keep out of this, bitch, or you'll get some of this –!" Still grabbing Nicole with one hand, he slapped her hard across the face with the other. Nicole fell to the floor, still in his grip. She began to weep. "Now you done it," said Lisa, sternly. She slowly removed her blue jeans as she stared him in the eye and proclaimed, "You're gonna be sorry you were ever born, you no-count, limp-dick, honky cracker." She stepped out of her pants and quickly pushed him with both of her hands, which broke his grip on Nicole. Now that there was separation she could go to work on him. As she had done in so many fights before, Lisa led with a hard left across the jaw. She didn't have time to finish with her customary right to the body before Dave went flying over the couch and against the wall. He just wasn't the caliber of fighter she was used to. She walked over to Nicole, who was still sobbing, and helped her to her feet. "Honey," she said to her bruised lover, "it's about time to give you some lessons in the manly arts, but since we got no man here this sack of shit will just have to do." She led Nicole over to where Dave was just beginning to regain his senses, then reached over and grabbed his bicep. She jerked him to the standing position and said, "Okay. Here's how you do it...it's real simple. Just make a fist...that's right...now wind up and let him have it right here," pointing to Dave's solar plexus. Nicole did as instructed. Lisa laughed. "Honey, you hit like a girl! Lemme show you how it's done." Dave, still somewhat dazed, didn't go anywhere while Lisa gave her blonde friend some pointers in form. When he least expected it, he was shocked by a left to the face. There, still wearing only her skirt and panty hose, his girlfriend delivered a perfect blow. The thrill of seeing her abusive (former) boyfriend reel under her punch invigorated Nicole. Newly energized, she stopped crying and launched a volley of rather effective punches to his head and body. She was never a violent person but this felt good. She was somewhat concerned about the restricted movement her long, tight skirt gave her, though. She started to remove it when Lisa said, "I think he's had enough. Now...he came over here expecting to find something, so why don't we give him what he came for?" Nicole liked the idea. She was also relieved that her secret was out so she wouldn't have to sneak around his back. That her reputation was now officially shot she would deal with later. She grabbed Dave's wrist and threw a hammerlock on him (something she had never done but had seen many times), pushed him into her bedroom, and told Lisa she could find some twine in the kitchen drawer, just left of the sink. The two women hog-tied Dave to the bedpost. They decided to have a little fun and run an experiment by removing Dave's pants. Lisa fingered Dave's cock and remarked, "Hmmm...not much to write home about, is it...?" Nicole laughed. Neither woman let on about the many large, virile, muscular fighters Nicole had satisfied. Lisa got things started by reclining on the bed, stretching out and flexing her muscles. Dave came up with the slightest bit of an erection. Lisa was still wearing only her panties and Nicole her skirt and stockings. She hiked her skirt up, reached underneath it, and removed her pantyhose and panties. She teased her hapless boyfriend by draping the crotch around his neck and letting the legs dangle down his chest, then put her panties on top of his head. Both women laughed and Dave snorted, holding back so as not to anger them and risk another embarrassing ass- whooping at their hands. Then Nicole smiled and rubbed her cheek where a welt was beginning to come up. She threw her arms around Dave's neck and gave him one long, passionate kiss. He was confused but Lisa knew exactly what she was up to. Then, Nicole quickly broke it off, slid down his torso, grabbed his cock, which was now fully erect, looked up at him and smiled, then kept smiling at him as she stuck her tongue out and wrapped it and her lips around it. She mouth-pumped his stiff dick for just a few seconds and jerked her head back before he came. Dave wished to hell this was the Nicole he had humped in their glory days. Women have a way of twisting the knife. She never lost eye contact with him, nor did the smile-turned-sneer waver, as she left him and climbed into bed. Nicole spread Lisa's thighs apart and got on her knees between them. She threw back her long, blonde hair and slowly lowered herself, working her way underneath the muscular black woman, embracing her as she went. As she got close to her lover's face, Nicole opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Lisa, returning the embrace, did the same. The two women's lips met and each began to writhe and quietly moan. Dave started to shudder and lost his erection. Each woman strained to watch him out of the corner of her eye, enjoying what they were doing to him. A couple of minutes later, Nicole arched her back, grabbed the sides of Lisa's ample dangling breasts and started rubbing them against her own large tits as they continued their kiss. Once Dave's boner returned, Nicole slithered to her lover's side and began massaging Lisa's crotch from the outside of her panties. She took the middle finger of her other hand and thrust it in and out of Lisa's mouth, now ignoring her ex's presence. Having an audience turned both women on, especially given the circumstances and their motive. Lisa quickly began to ramp up to an orgasm, at which point Nicole sat up and removed her lover's panties. She then tilted her head down, allowing her long, soft hair to fall and brush along the inside of Lisa's thighs and jet-black bush as she softly kissed the muscular, chocolate-toned thighs of the woman warrior. This was a new wrinkle to their 'routine'. Without saying a word, Nicole prompted Lisa to get on her knees, then slid her head underneath her crotch, maneuvering to give Dave a front-row seat. She began to caress the cheeks of Lisa's ass and kiss her pubic hair, causing the large woman to shudder and shake. Nicole then, slowly and deliberately, brought her hands around to the front and spread Lisa's lips open, stuck out her tongue and went to town. Dave had never seen anything like this, especially out of the girl he loved. It both sickened him and turned him on. Nicole increased the pace of her tongue; she ran her hands up Lisa's sides and played with her nipples, which were now large and getting larger. At one point she pushed Lisa's arms outward, signaling her to put on a show for her boyfriend. Lisa obliged – she flexed those massive arms, heaved out her chest, and tried to protrude every muscle she had. Dave finally came, squirting cum on the wall on the far side of the bed. Nobody noticed; they were too transfixed with the muscular beauty of the fighter, who soon climaxed. Quickly, before Lisa could move, Nicole slid out from underneath her and stood on the bed, facing the more-than-satisfied woman. She spread her legs as far apart as she could, within the confines of her tight skirt, then with both hands rolled the skirt up to her hips. She took her hand, grabbed the back of Lisa's shoulder-length hair, and rammed her lover's face into her crotch. Lisa ran her hands up the skirt and grabbed her friend's shapely, generous ass. Nicole began to writhe in pleasure, tossing her large bosoms in every direction, nipples now erect. Dave began to stiffen once again. Before she came, Nicole jerked Lisa's head from under her skirt, bent over and kissed her, tongue first. A few seconds later she jammed the black woman's head back in her cunt. She soon came, went limp, and let her skirt drop. In the commotion nobody had noticed that Dave came again. As they had done so many times before, the two women shared more kissing and caressing before deciding to call it a night...totally ignoring Dave. Nicole slid out of the bed and went quickly to the bathroom. Lisa rose from the bed and ripped the twine apart with her mighty hands. She told Dave that he was going to clean up that wall and then get the hell out of there. He willingly obliged. About 15 minutes later, Dave had finished cleaning the wall and had put on some of his clothes and was headed out the door when Nicole finally emerged. She was wearing only a pair of panties. Dave took one last look at her fabulous body and left without anybody saying a word.