BJ
By Gerbil
Lesbian Barbara Jean (BJ) takes on her "lover's" abusive stepfather


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Stacie hates keeping her love for BJ a secret from the world, 
but until she feels more comfortable with it, that's the way it has 
to be.  When her stepfather catches them kissing, all hell breaks loose 
and a terrible fight with a humiliating ending ensues.
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Stacie watched her muscular friend from the opposite shower stall as she 
lathered up her neck, and ran her soapy hands over her back and over the 
twin perfectly symmetrical globes of her buttocks.  Her large 5'10" 175 
pound frame brought whispers and sneers from most of the girls in the 
twelfth grade gym class, but Stacie only felt a sense of awe, and a 
tingling in her 17 year old vagina.  They had only been lovers on one 
occasion, but it was an experience that she would never forget, and she 
wanted to repeat it over and over.  

BJ turned around toward Stacie and caught her staring, then started to 
lather her hair, producing a double biceps pose, which made Stacie draw 
in her breath.  BJ liked the effect she was having on Stacie and winked 
and made a kissing motion with her lips.  Embarrassed, Stacie quickly 
looked around, to see if anyone had seen.  BJ had no problem with anyone 
knowing, but respected Stacie's request to keep their romance hidden 
until she felt more secure. 

Stacie insisted that they didn't openly "date" each other at school or 
anywhere in the small community where they would be seen, which left 
little opportunity to be together.  BJ had finally been able to talk 
Stacie into letting her come home with her since Jim, her stepfather, 
worked the graveyard shift at the plant and would be sleeping for at 
least three hours after school.  After the final bell, they piled into 
BJ's jeep and headed for Stacie's house. Stacie had been scared to death 
to confront her abusive, tough stepfather, but as she remembered looking 
at the suds slowly cascade down BJ's muscular inviting body, she knew it 
was worth taking the big chance to be together. 


They pulled into the drive, and Stacie's heart was pounding, hoping that 
Jim was asleep, and once again she could be enveloped in BJ's strong 
arms.  They tentatively entered, and silently closed the door.  Stacie 
crept over to Jim's bedroom and didn't hear a sound, so she returned to 
BJ with an eager smile.  Looks like he's asleep, but we'll have to be 
quiet.  BJ took Stacie in her arms and smiled down at her beautiful face 
and moved a strand of her honey blond hair to the side.  "I can be 
quiet, but can you?" she added with a sly grin. 

Stacie moved in and put her arms around BJ's neck.  She felt so safe, 
secure and loved in BJ's arms, and let out a contented sigh as BJ gently 
stoked her back and buttocks.  "I hope moaning doesn't count.  If I get 
too noisy, just stick something in...." 

BJ bent and kissed Stacie passionately on the lips, cutting her off, 
exploring her mouth with abandon.  She easily held Stacie in one arm as 
she undid the buttons of her shirt and let it fall to the floor.  The 
short skirt followed quickly, and then BJ loosened her hold so that 
Stacie could undress her.  Both young teens were wild with rising 
passion and stood only in panties and bras when... 

The kitchen door burst open and Jim's bellowing bass voice screamed out, 
"What in the hell is going on?" 

Stacie was scared to death as Jim came at them like a freight train, 
dressed only in his boxer shorts and carrying a beer.  BJ seemed 
unfazed, and did not even bother to cover up her nearly naked body. 

Calmly sticking out her hand, she smiled and said, "You must be Mr. 
Ranzid.  I'm Barbara Jean; but everyone calls me BJ." 

Jim smacked her hand a side, and pointed his finger menacingly in her 
face.  "The only think I'm gonna call you, you dyke bitch is an 
ambulance when I take you apart." 

Stacie advanced and grabbed Jim's arm and in a reflex motion, he sent 
her sprawling causing her to hit her head on the wall and fall back on 
the couch unconscious. 

"You can say and do anything you want to me Mr. Ranzid, but don't you 
ever lay a finger on Stacie again." 

"Listen you overstuffed muscle woman; no one tells me how to raise my 
kid, and especially no lesbo wana-be a man with tits." 

"Okay Mr. Ranzid, you insist on calling me names, fine, but if it means 
I'll have to fight you to convince you to treat Stacie with some 
dignity, that is what it will have to be." 

"Oh I am going to love taking you apart bitch." 

BJ sized him up at 6'2", and about 285.  He was pretty massive, but the 
additional beer gut told her that she was in better shape, and should be 
able to handle him. 

They moved the coffee table out of the way, and BJ bent down to move a 
foot stool, when Jim made his move hurling his body at her and taking 
her down in a flying tackle.  His massive frame knocked the wind out of 
her, and he wasted no time in throwing punches to her face and stomach.  
Dazed, she wrapped her legs around his hips, and her arms around his 
neck, pulling him in to try and buy some time to recover.  She tasted 
blood in her mouth, where some sucker punches had found the mark, and 
after she was able to regain her senses, she was able to force his head 
down and land punches of her own to his soft gut.  She had a difficult 
maneuvering from under his bulk, but finally, she freed her right leg 
then aimed it between his crotch and kneed him squarely in the balls 
sending him writhing off her face first and to the floor. 

Rising, she licked her cut lip and surveyed her body for further damage, 
as Jim began to recover.  He rose slowly, and as his senses started to 
return, he scowled at her with fire in his eyes. 

"I'm gonna break you in two you slimy cunt." 

Slowly he moved toward her with his two huge fists balled up and ready 
for destruction.  He threw a wild right, which BJ was able to duck and 
follow up with a right to his stomach, and a left to his right eye.  The 
eye immediately started to swell, and he came at her more frantic like a 
wounded rhinoceros, flailing his arms madly.  One punch connected, 
sending BJ to the floor, but she quickly rose and avoided a left and a 
right, and moved in to deliver a barrage of punches to his exposed 
belly.  Her punches were taking their toll, and Jim dropped his guard 
allowing her to rain punches into his exposed eyes and mouth.  Jim 
began to bleed freely, and his legs were becoming wobbly.  He went down 
three times, and the third time, raised his head to try and rise, but 
immediately fell back. 

"Please, no more.  You win." 

BJ moved slowly toward him, put a leg on each side of his prone body and 
lowered herself to pin his shoulders with her knees.  All resistance had 
gone out of him, and he was begging for release as Stacie regained 
consciousness. 

Stacie moved to BJ who was in total control over Jim, with a concerned 
look on her face.  "BJ, you're bleeding.  Are you okay?" 

"I'm fine babe.  Jim and I just had a little difference of opinion, but 
I think we worked it out." 

Stacie looked down at her stepfather for the first time and said "Holy 
shit.  Did you do that?  You are too awesome BJ." 

She then patted his bruised and battered face and said, "Don't go 
anywhere.  I'll be right back." 

Returning with a silver pair of tweezers she moved towards his limp legs 
and proceeded to remove his boxers, exposing his large cock and dangling 
balls.  You know BJ; I must have seen this cock over 500 times.  My 
wonderful step-daddy seemed to like to show it to me and have me do all 
kinds of things to it. 

BJ looked down at Jim's face, firmly held between her legs and began to 
throw hard punches once again, cursing, "You fucking bastard." 

Jim was crying and pleading for her to stop, and his face was looking 
like he had been shredded in an auto accident.  Stacie finally had to 
call out for her to stop.  When the punches finally stopped, Stacie 
smiled and said, "I appreciate your support, but you can't have all the 
fun." 

She lowered herself to the floor, and laying face down, spread his limp 
legs and stared down at his cock and balls.  Slowly she took his 
dangling dick in her hand and raised it up, so that she could get access 
to his balls.  Taking the tweezers in her right hand she grabbed a hair, 
and easily plucked it out, making Jim cry out in pain.  Another hair was 
removed, followed by twenty more, and then Stacie excused herself once 
again. 

Stacie returned after a couple minutes, but her panties were removed and 
she was standing only in her sheer lacy bra.  "Sorry I was gone so long, 
but I had to go potty, and....Oh no, I forgot to wipe myself.  What a 
naughty girl I am.  What am I to do?  Oh, no problem.  I see some human 
toilet paper just waiting for me." 

Jim looked up at her between the slits of his eyes and begged and 
pleaded for her not to do it. 

"Stacie please don't do it.  That's disgusting." 

Stacie just stared down at the beaten man with contempt. 

"Is it any more disgusting to have a ten year old girl suck and gag on 
your smelly cock and balls before she can go out and play with her 
friends?  You are going to pay for the past seven years of blow jobs you 
scum." 

BJ moved back to between his legs, and Stacie faced her.  She slowly 
lowered herself to his head, and spread the cheeks of her buttocks.  

"Clean me you son of a bitch." 

"Stacie, I just can't do it." 

BJ grabbed his already aching balls and threatenley said "Do what she 
says, or lose these." 

Jim had no choice but to stick out his split tongue and run it over her 
vagina and in and around her puckered asshole.  She moved here body back 
and forth, so he did not miss an inch, and he never felt more used, 
humiliated or helpless in his life; all at the hands of a teenaged 
amazon, and his 17 year old daughter. 

Stacie finally rose after five minutes, and she and BJ looked at the 
beaten and battered body, sniveling and totally devastated.  After stern 
warnings from the two of them about never trying anything with Stacie 
again, he watched them head toward Stacie's bedroom, helpless to move or 
stop them from doing anything they desired.