Hands On
By Madcat
Brian gets caught by his girlfriend and pays a hefty price.


"Oh, baby, I miss you so much." The girlish voice echoed over the phone.

"I know, Megan. I miss you too." Brian replied. He sat on the couch and
smiled. This chick had broken up with him some six months ago. Hearing her say
this stuff really made him happy.

"We should get together sometime, ya know. Talk about things."

"Sure. Maybe this weekend, we could have a drink."

"How about right now? I could come over." Megan suggested excitedly.

"I don't think so. You know I moved in with Jen."

"The stripper, yeah, I know. But she's at work right now, isn't she?"

The male tried not to think about how his ex new such things. It sounded like
something out of 'Fatal Attraction.' But he did miss Megan. Tall and sexy, he
met the gorgeous brunette on a photo shoot in the Bahamas. They hit off right
away and the rest was history. Their problem rose out of her mercurial temper,
jealous streak and too much time apart. Megan dumped him after taking a two
week trip to Paris.

Jennifer could not be more different than Megan. His new girl was basically a
buxom blonde stripper with more money than she could count. Jen worked days,
came home every night and loved to screw like a rabbit. Everything a guy could
want, right?

Well, not exactly. Brian liked Jen a lot. He loved her big fake boobs, her
cute little ass and her pole dancing figure. But he didn't love her. They just
didn't have the chemistry.

"That's not a good idea. This is Jen's apartment. I just couldn't, you know,
do it here." The male explained. He had moved in about a month ago. It seemed
like a good idea at the time. As a model, Brian's income brought either feast
or famine. Since he liked to feast like a king, the famines could be hell.
Sharing an apartment made a lot of financial sense.

"Come on, don't you want to get naked for a little while. I'd love to feel you
inside me." Megan purred. As seductresses go, she was second to none.

Brian could hardly argue her last point. His right hand dropped subconsciously
into his satin shorts. "Go on. I'm listening."

"Are you playing with yourself?"

"Yeah." He moaned.

"So am I. I'm stuck in traffic on 4th street and I'm not wearing any panties."

"Who needs panties?" Brian joked.

"What are you wearing?"

"Red running shorts." The male said, admiring the size and shape of his
favorite appendage.

"Take them off." She ordered. Megan always liked to be in control, especially
when they were under the covers or talking on the phone.

Brian slid them off, revealing the entirety of his lean body. He had a perfect
tan to go with his perfect shape. "OK," the perfect hunk replied. He kept one
hand on his you know what the whole time.

"Are you naked?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Remember how I run my tongue up and down your huge cock." Megan
whispered.

"Oh - god - yeah." The man moaned. It was coming. Yes, sir, big time. But
someone was standing in his light, throwing a shadow over his fun. Brian
looked up slowly, his sex-addled brain struggling to put 2 and 2 together.

It was Jen and she wasn't happy. Her usual bright, smiley face now came with
an angry scowl. She wore a white skirt and light blue top. Two huge EE's
dominated her chest.

"Ah, Jen, what are you doing home early?" Brian stammered. She caught him
doing something no guy likes being caught doing but everybody does. It's right
up there with picking your nose.

But that was the least of his worries at the moment. The real stick of
dynamite he held in his other hand. Maybe she would miss it.

"What the hell are you doing on my couch?" The buxom blonde demanded. With a
sarcastic tone shift she added, "And who might you be talking to on the phone?
Your mom?"

"Phone, oh, this. Its just, you know, one of those phone sex lines." The naked
male replied as he moved to hit the off button.

But busty Jen moved faster. She snatched the phone from his paw and said,
"It's her isn't it?"

"I don't know what ... " Brian tried to say as he looked up at the girl
standing over him.

"Your stupid ex-girlfriend who keeps calling here. That's who." Jen put the
phone to her ear, her massive mammaries heaving with anger. "Who is this?"

"Shit!" Megan replied.

"I think skanky slut would be more the word I would use." The beautiful blonde
said. "If you call here one more time. I'm going to kick your ass."

CLICK! Jen pressed the off button herself. Then she looked down at her
boyfriend from atop her great assets. "And now for you. Stand up and put your
hands on your knees."

The girl grabbed his arm and almost pulled him to his feet. He stood before
the fully clothed stripper nude and harder than a trigonometry test.

"What are you talking about here?" the male model said with some concern. If
this relationship was over, so be it. He could get other girls and that
included Megan. Brian was in no mood to take her crap.

"Put your hands on your knees!" Jen said as she withdrew the thin little belt
from her skirt.

"I'm not going to let you whip me." He laughed. What a blonde!

"Who said anything about 'let.' Now turn around and put your hands on your
knees. It's your last chance."

"You're a fucking nutcase. This relationship is over." Brian declared as he
bent down to retrieve his shorts.

POW! Jen hit him hard in the back, harder than he ever thought possible from
his 5-4 sweetheart. The nude man fell to his hands and knees. "Bitch!" he
cursed, struggling to regain his footing.

"This ain't over till I say it's over, got that." Jen declared.

"You hit me again and I'll clean your ... oof ... " Brian started to say when
the busty blonde cut him off with another stripper punch to his stomach. Her
fist burrowed deep. Only his rippling abs protected him from most serious
injury. It didn't keep him from doubling over and his sweet little girlfriend
gave him another overhead smash, sending the muscular lad to his knees again.

"You bitch!" the naked male cursed again. That was the last straw. It was war
now.

Brian stood six feet tall and weighed in at 192 lean, mean pounds. He worked
out at least an hour a day. There was no way he would let a 5-4, 127 pound
female best him. Her giant boobs had to weigh in at least 10 pounds each. She
would be sorry she started this. Brian lunged at her muscular thighs and
tackled her.

Yet, there was much more to this sexy young vixen than met the eye. First off,
she worked as a stripper. It might not sound like much but Jen did the poles
like nobody's business. The buxom blonde performed acrobatic feats that no
male could ever hope to match. None would ever describe her supple young body
as muscular, but Jennifer was born again hard. Pound for pound, she could take
any man on the planet, minus the 20 pound bosom of course.

And there was more. As a stripper, Jen felt vulnerable. So she started taking
karate classes again. That was more than 5 years ago. She earned her black
belt in just over 2 years and stopped going shortly after that. Jen felt she
knew enough to defend herself. Brian could already testify to that.

He was about to find out just how strong a determined little girl could be.
Jen fell backwards as the naked man tackled her. That left them in an odd
parity of the missionary position. Brian, of course, was still quite naked and
aroused. His new found aggression fueled his lust. Jen was on her back, her
legs spread and her short skirt riding high, showing beautiful portions of the
blonde's hips and thigh. There could be little doubt where this would end up
if the powerful male could pin her. The problem was, he couldn't.

It wasn't for a lack of trying. Brian was pissed off. He wanted nothing more
than to pin this uppity bitch and put her in her place. Then, as a parting
gift, he would nail her then and there. But she refused to cooperate. The girl
locked her arms and battled back. Even with his full weight, superior position
and big boy muscles, he could not get the job done.

Jen enjoyed the look of frustration on his face. In fact, the big breasted
babe took grim satisfaction from her work. This bastard deserved this. He
would learn his lesson. The fact that he was naked just made things a little
more exciting. She could feel his hard prick against her loins.

With a triumphant grin, Brian managed to force one of her arms down. But it
was a Pyrrhic victory, or more accurately, a cunning female trap. She got her
male foe off balance. With her legs still free, Jen did the impossible. She
rolled her hunk of a boyfriend over and seized the top spot.

The stunning reversal left Brian speechless and defenseless. For a few seconds
he just lay there wondering what the hell had just happened. He had her. This
should be over by now. Slowly the male realized that was not the case. She
wasn't backing down. He had an actual fight on his hands.

Meanwhile, the busty stripper wasted no time on idle musings. Jen accomplished
what he could not. She pinned her perfect, naked boyfriend and grapevined his
legs. Brian was left staring at her enormous double EE's, great symbols of her
indelible femininity.

Sadly, Jen lacked the bulk to keep her strong man pinned. Outraged by his
sudden turn of fortune and a general lack of success in the battle of the
sexes, Brian flipped her over. He rolled back on top. It was past time to
finish this thing.

But the couple kept rolling. Before Brian could say 'uh-oh' he was underneath
his girlfriend again. Jen pinned him for the second time, smiling
triumphantly. She was winning the battle of the sexes and they both knew it.

This time Brian tried to fight with his head more so than his muscles. He
instinctively knew that time was running out for him. Even if he beat her now,
the damage had been done to his pride. Jen had proven herself to be at least
his equal in something that was a man's game. For a little 127 pound stripper,
that was quite an accomplishment.

So the male rolled himself over, getting to his hands and knees. Jen was still
too small to stop him. But she could feel him beginning to tire. Soon, Brian
would be hers, too weak to stop her. The whole idea sent a thrill down her
spine. Jen's big nipples hardened into big pegs. You could'a hung a hat on
those suckers.

Brian felt them drilling into his back as he paused to rest. Who would have
thought it would come to this? Brian, a man's man, battling for his life
against his hot little girlfriend, the male steeled his nerves. He simply
could not lose this ultimate struggle of man versus woman.

Jen had other ideas. Showing an amazing grasp of wrestling tactics, she
attacked, yanking the male up and flipping him over. It was a good move and
their sizes been more comparable, the big breasted stripper would have crushed
him.

But they weren't and Brian took advantage, rolling with her attack instead of
opposing it. Jen could not halt his momentum and they rolled over. For a brief
moment, the male was back on top, his left hand between her legs. He could
feel her sex, hot and wet, under those panties.

Then she was away, squirming out of his loose grasp. The nude male lunged at
her but Jen's tanned leg came up to meet him. For a couple of seconds, Brian
just hung there, suspended in mid-air. Then Jen smiled and the nude man went
bye-bye. She literally tossed him across the room.

Brian landed hard and got up slowly. One look at the two combatants told the
whole story. The perfect man and his oh-so perfect bod looked like hell.
Carpet burns and blotches covered his tanned skin. His brown hair was mussed
and he sweated profusely. Oddly enough, his erection still stood tall and
proud amidst the chaos.

Simply put, the female never looked better, and, for a sweet dish like Jen,
that was saying something. Her whole body stood tall and proud. She stuck out
her huge boobs like giant battle trophies. A slight sheen of perspiration
glimmered from Jen's skin and caused her clothing to cling to her heavenly
body. She advanced on the male foe confidently. His day was over.

The girl kicked him in the stomach. Brian tried to block but she was too fast
and determined. The nude male bent over in some discomfort. Jen followed up
with an uppercut. She took something off it, not wanting to break his nose.
But it was more than enough to send him flying backwards. Brian landed on his
ass, his legs spread. The girl had won.

Just then the doorbell rang. Perplexed, Jen went to answer it. Brian looked
like he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon and if he did, she would simply
put him back down again. The buxom blonde looked thru the spy glass.

"Oh, it's the skanky slut!" Jen said, opening the door. "Come on it."

Megan did just that and got the surprise of her young life. Her hunky
boyfriend lay shattered on the floor. Blood trickled from his nose and angry
red marks covered his once perfect skin. Brian would have to miss some
photo-shoots.

Naturally, the gorgeous brunette scanned the room for another male, someone
capable of inflicting this much damage. Her lovely brown eyes came to rest on
Jen. She was the only other person there.

"What did you do to him, you bitch?" Megan roared. She wore a lovely brown
Armani skirt, jacket and white blouse along with boots and stockings. Her
outfit screamed high fashion.

"Why does everyone keep calling me that? Go ask him. He'll tell you." Jen
said. Her outfit screamed steamy stripper.

"You don't deserve him, you cunt." The model replied, striking Jen with a
nasty slap. In her heels the 5-10 woman towered over the busty blonde.

Jen took the blow like a real woman and smiled back. "I told you over the
phone not to call here again. You should have listened to me."

With that, the girl fight started. Megan was larger at 5-10 and 142 pounds.
But Jen had already proven that size doesn't really matter. The fashion model
was slender, her body built for looks not war. She was badly over matched.

And Jen enjoyed pounding her almost as much as she did her cheating boyfriend.
Punch to the stomach, chin, breast, nose and back to the stomach, the big
breasted stripper dominated the larger woman. Megan fell astride her old
boyfriend. They looked at each other.

"Help me you idiot!" The gorgeous brunette raged. She was down but far from
out.

Her anger rallied the defeated male. Brian jumped to his feet along side
Megan. His naked cock bobbed up and down in stark contrast to the fully
clothed female comrade. There was no mistaking the pure malice in both of
their eyes.

"So that's how it's going to be." Jennifer said with her hands on her supple
hips. But she made no move to stop the couple from ganging up on her. It was
as if she wanted to fight them together.

The big breasted black belt wasted no time in engaging her enemies. They
always taught in karate class to take down the most dangerous foe first. Jen
correctly determined that to be her female rival. Her boyfriend was hanging by
a thread. One punch and he would go down again. The girl, on the other hand,
beamed with hate. It would take more than a punch to put her down for good.

So Jennifer decided on a kick to the stomach followed by a palm strike. Poor
Megan had the will but not the way. Hand to hand combat was entirely new to
the pampered princess. She fell backwards and over the side of the couch where
the whole thing started.

That left naked Brian to face his sweet little girlfriend all by himself. He
did try to grab her from behind, but by this time Jen was operating at such a
high level of combat proficiency that the plainly inferior male stood no
chance. The fully clothed chick back-fisted him casually in the face, stopping
the perfect man in his tracks.

She was wrong about one thing. He didn't go down with one blow. It took two.
Recoiling in pain, Brian's hands went to his bloody nose, leaving the rest of
his virile body open to attack. Jen finally unleashed on him. She sent a side
kick into his chest with all of the power she could muster. It looked almost
physically impossible for the smaller female. Yet, her slender yet muscular
leg actually lifted the poor boy off the ground and sent his nude body flying.

Brian crashed into a nearby bookcase. It fell with a loud crash as did the
boyfriend. He didn't get back up again. The era of female supremacy had
officially begun.

The fight however wasn't over. Megan got up, blood on her face and murder in
her eyes. She doffed her $500 jacket.

"Look what you did to my blouse!" the taller gal raged. She looked down at a
blood spot. "That will never come out."

"Awwwe, shucks." Jen shot back. But she had to give this female rival some
grudging respect. The skanky slut wasn't going to back down or give up, which
is more than the buxom stripper could say for her boyfriend.

And there was something more. Megan was simply beautiful. She looked like a
princess. Lustrous dark hair, high cheekbones, perfect mouth, proud shoulders
and naturally full breasts dotted her landscape. In Jennifer's chosen
profession, she had learned to respect other beautiful women. They formed a
certain sorority, so to speak, of superior beings. The blonde had begun to
loose her edge.

Megan not only possessed incredible courage and conviction, she also had a
keen mind. While physical combat was something new, the gorgeous brunette
often locked horns with other models in other ways. The key to victory was
finding the enemy's weak spot. That seemed easy enough. It also helped to
strike first and hard. Megan suddenly had a plan.

She unleashed it with savage fury. Her black boot flashed upwards, catching a
surprised Jen between the legs. While not as vulnerable as the male anatomy,
it was nonetheless, highly sensitive. Pain exploded in blonde's loins. Megan
grabbed her by the hair with surprising strength. The busty black belt was
suddenly in heaps of trouble.

If there was one thing Megan hated in this world, it was big, fake tits. How
was a girl like her supposed to compete with bigguns like this? So the big
brunette attacked them first. She grabbed Jen's top and ripped. It was made
from tough nylon fabric but Megan tore thru it like paper. Both girls seemed
to have been imbued with super-human strength.

The sheer violence of the attack shocked Jen. She just stood there, her big
chest open to the viewing public (not that this itself was new to the busty
stripper). But the manner of it certainly was. Luckily, Jen always wore a bra.
The sheer size of her bosom all but demanded it. Her breasts protruded from
her chest like great mountains with a huge valley of cleavage running down the
middle.

Megan wasted no time in attacking Jen's big weaknesses. She grabbed the right
one and gave it a nasty half twist. The top heavy stripper yelped in pain and
panicked. Her big babies were under assault! This reaction cost Jen the
advantage afforded by her martial training and battle dissolved into vicious
catfight.

Brian the Nude had a front row seat. Well, it was more of a spot on the floor.
He shook off the effects of Jen's powerful side kick and saw the great battle
unfold before his eyes. The blonde grabbed the brunette's wrists and tried to
push her back. Jen achieved only partial success. She got the hand off her
breast but not her hair. Megan retreated a step but dug her heels in, stopping
Jen's counter-attack. The battling females towered over the male like great
titans, their luscious body's rippling with girl power. Jen was the most
impressive. With her blue top hanging by a thread, beautiful muscles flexed up
and down her tempting torso.

Stymied by Megan's surprising strength, Jen switched tactics and attacked her
foe's chest. She ripped Megan's top open in a spray of buttons. The brunette
wore a black push up bra, nicely displaying her impressive rack. Jen grabbed
her right breast and returned the favor. Megan squealed in pain and took
another step back. It was the opening Jen needed.

The powerful blonde pushed the taller girl with every ounce in her teaming
body. She drove her enemy back and threw her over side of the couch. Megan
lost her hold on Jen's hair, which had caused the busty blonde much
discomfort.

Jen stood over the girl on the couch. Tears of pain and shame rolled down her
rosy cheeks, but the young woman was determined to finish this. Her rival
looked helpless. One fist to Megan's taut stomach ought to do it.

The black belt should have seen it coming. But after this long, drag out
fight, Jen lost a step or two. Megan kicked with her long, beautiful leg,
showing the sensual bend in her hips at the same time. The blow hit Jen in the
side of her head and brought the brave blonde warrior crashing to the floor.

Megan leapt at the fallen girl, her hands searching out Jen's massive
mammaries. The blonde responded in kind. They ended up on the ground, the
brunette on top and with their hands on each other's breasts.

"Don't!" Jen warned. She had enough for one day. But the girl would defend
herself if she had to.

The warning seemed to penetrate Megan's battle frenzy. She hesitated for a
moment.

"Why are we fighting? Over him? He doesn't deserve this." Jen pointed out, her
hands on Megan's glorious bosom. Like most strippers, the busty blonde had a
definite bi-side and the current position definitely had an upside.

Brian tried to take the lead and be the alpha male once again. He had
extracted himself from the books, pictures and CDs that lay scattered about.
Amazingly, his erection had survived the entire battle, standing tall in stark
contrast to the female warriors. The nude man took Megan by the arm and pulled
her off the buxom blonde.

"This is over, girls." The male model said emphatically. It hadn't gone all
that well for him. He just wanted out of this room and preferably to never see
any of these psycho babes again.

Megan still looked disorientated. She stood up, taller than Brian in her
boots, with an empty look in her brown eyes. Jen bounced to her feet much more
quickly. Her hand closed on her belt as she did so.

"Oh, this isn't over, Brian. Not by a long shot." The big chested blonde
announced as she wiggled out of her dress, which had fallen badly during the
closing round of the brawl.

She wore just a white thong underneath, gracing slender hips so perfect that
they never failed to take Brian's breathe away. But this was no time for the
male to get all mushy. His panty clad girlfriend still intended to punish him.

Given Jen's demonstrated superiority, the nude male tried to reason with her.
"Hasn't there been enough fighting for one day?" He asked.

"Bend over, now!" the blonde yelled, her big boobs bouncing. "This is all your
fault and you are going to get it."

For some odd reason, Brian seemed drawn to Jennifer's hardened nipples. They
struck him as being quite out of place. Little did he understand of the dark
erotic forces driving this situation.

"No." the proud male replied. Despite his humbling defeat at her hands, Brian
would never voluntarily submit to female domination.

Jen saw an opportunity to further punish her boyfriend and drive a permanent
wedge between himself and his ex. She turned to the big brunette.

"You wouldn't mind holding him down while I punish him a little?" Jen asked
nicely. "I think he deserves it."

"So do I." Megan whispered as the fire returned to her eyes. After all the
craziness, things suddenly started to make sense. Everything, from the
catfight to the break up six months ago was this bastard's fault. She wanted a
piece of the action too. "I'll help you if you let me take a turn." The
beautiful model said as she dropped her own skirt.

That left Megan in black underwear, silk stockings and boots. Tall and
elegant, she was every bit as sexy as the busty little blonde. Together, they
would crush this man, mind, body and spirit.

The brunette advanced menacingly on her ex. He retreated at first, totally
unwilling to give battle to another female. For the first time, Brian felt
vulnerable due to his nudity. Sure, he was proud of his body. No man had a
better one. But now it highlighted his sexuality and male inferiority.
Physically, Brian felt very exposed. His manhood stuck out like a spear. But
his thing was no weapon. It was a weakness, a tool for his female enemies.

"Megan, stop, this is craziness." Brian explained.

She just smiled. It was a wicked, nasty one, giving the naked male no solace.

"I'll hit you. Stop." He warned. Megan had him backed into a corner. The last
thing Brian wanted to do was restart hostilities. But he refused to let these
psycho bitches to take him down.

The dark-haired bombshell didn't stop. Megan walked slowly into his striking
range as if she was walking down a cat walk.

Brian did what he had to do. He swung at his ex-girlfriend, taking nothing off
the blow in deference to her fairer sex. The young man had learned the hard
way not to under-estimate women.

Sadly though, Megan proceeded to continue his education. She moved with cat
like quickness, blocking his right with her left. For a split second Brian
watched with awe as the girl stopped his wild blow with her slender, sexy arm.
Her bold defiance seemed to break the laws of physics. His wonderment was cut
short by another amazing female move. Her right hand shot up, grabbed the nude
male by the throat and slammed him into the wall.

"Submit to me!" the sexy vixen hissed.

He wanted to reply, really he did. But Megan's hand was crushing the life out
of him. Brian tried to intervene with his right hand but found it pinned to
the wall as well. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. What the hell was
going on? All the male could do was glance at the awesome female, from her
succulent bosom bulging out of her wonder bra to the nothingness between her
long legs. How could a mere girl be doing this?

Luckily, she did not intend to kill him. When Brian weakened, Megan tossed him
to the floor. She put a foot on the back of his neck and demanded his complete
surrender.

The busty blonde would never forget this. Brian, a strong and proud man, knelt
before the girl, his head pressed into the carpet. The scene conveyed complete
female domination. Dressed in black, Megan stood tall and proud over the
weaker, inferior male. He groveled before her with his naked ass shamefully in
the air. It was nothing short of amazing. And the scene of female domination
got Jennifer's juices flowing like never before. She walked over.

Brian submitted as soon as he could stop gagging. His masculine pride and ego
abandoned him. Survival was now his only goal. And that meant total
submission. That meant trembling in fear before his new masters, or dare I
say, mistresses. For Brian finally understood the dark erotic side to his
defeat.

"Stay there." The brunette ordered as she removed her foot.

"Do you want to start it off?" Jen asked her new friend and partner.

"Sure!" Megan said almost playfully. Brian braced himself for impact.

Nothing could have prepared him for what happened next. It felt like someone
lit a match across his butt. He cried out in pain. His wailing only fed
Megan's lust to dominate. She went to town on his ass. By the time the busty
model had finished, Brian wept openly. Survival came with a stiff price.

"Now its my turn." Jen said, taking the belt.

Poor Brian could take no more. He prostrated himself at the blonde's feet and
begged for feminine mercy. Jen scowled at his weakness and depravity. She had
wanted a chance too, but the girl could hardly justify it now.

She picked up his head and placed it very close to her hot, moist, female
mound, forcing the male to look her in the eye. "Apologize to both of us for
the mess you caused!" Jen demanded from atop her dominating breasts.

Like a man staring at the sun too long, Brian averted his gaze. He no longer
had the courage to look this girl in the eye. So the male dropped his eyes to
her sex, just inches away. Brian was never a big fan of pussy, at least how it
looked. But he had to admit that Jen had the most beautiful one he had ever
seen. Nestled sweetly between her slender legs, it seemed to pulsate with
erotic energy. The fabric of her thong covered every blessed fold like a
second skin.

"Well?" she said, yanking on his hair.

Her action just brought him closer to Jen's wonderful thing. He could almost
taste her now. Not that Brian had ever done anything like that. He had always
considered it dirty. Somehow, it didn't seem that way any more.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry to both of you." Brian admitted shamefully.

Jen could help but rub his nose in it a little bit. She moaned slightly as
they made contact. A wave of sexual energy consumed her core. "Eat me! The
girl ordered.

Brian took one last look at her huge bosom and dove straight in. He was new at
this and didn't even bother to remove her panties. But Jen was so hot it
hardly mattered. A mini-climax swept thru her.

The blonde looked up to see Megan watching it all with a raised eye brow.
"What about me?" the tall babe asked.

Jen smiled. She was beyond petty turf battles at that point. The buxom blonde
pulled away from her nude boy toy and kicked him in the chest just hard enough
to knock him over backwards.

"You can have his cock. I want the tongue." The stripper said as she dropped
her thong. It had been months since her last good tongue lashing. Then she
straddled his shoulders and engulfed his mouth in her hot, steamy pussy.

Brian looked up at his girlfriend from between her smooth thighs. She smiled
back over top her great bosom still encased in a white bra. He saw something
in her eyes. The awesome girl still loved him. Their relationship wasn't over.
It was changing. Jennifer was in charge now. Somehow Brian felt good about
that despite the angry red welts on his posterior.

The feelings got even better as Megan impaled herself on his hungry cock.
Brian had been hard for an hour and could not have wanted this more. He
couldn't actually see the gorgeous brunette. His eyes remained glued on Jen's
thunderous breasts, which dominated his limited field of vision.

Two female hands came across the stripper's heavenly chest. They unclasped her
bra. Jen's great jugs spilled forth. The girls began to enjoy each other as
much as the perfect male. Jen had set things right.