Bonnie Meets Grizzly,

By Montrose

Lola Sanders stared out of the third story window of her husband's mansion. Her golden hair glistened in the setting sun. The shimmering light cascaded down to caress her broad, smooth shoulders and warm her ample bosom. She wore nothing but a towel around her waist like a man and a string of pearls around her neck like a collared dog. Another Friday night and she felt like a captive in the lap of luxury. Ever since Bonnie Hamms entered her life and forced her to give up her philandering to remain faithful to her lecherous old betrothed, her life had become a hollow shell.

Her personal maid stood behind her combing her hair, dwarfed by the towering young wife. Lola stood 5'11" and maintained a firm and curvy 165 pounds. At 27 years of age, she found she had to keep increasing her workout regiment to maintain her spectacular figure.

It used to be so easy when she was a spry gymnast of 15. When she rocketed up in height at 16 she gave up gymnastics and took up weight training. After they married, she made Mr. Sanders put in a fully equipped weight room. She used to box the crap out of the pool boy and gardener in that room -- Now Bonnie Hamms says she's not allowed. Lola sighed at the window.

She saw the vintage Jaguar racing up the drive now. Soon, she thought, Mr. Sanders would enter the house, stuff his wrinkly face up her butt, cum on the floor and make her lick it up. It was the same every Friday. Friday was the day Bonnie Hamms did not show up to his office to let him lick her even younger, even rounder, even firmer, even bigger -- lets face it -- unparalleled ass for a huge sum of money. Her husband was allowed to remain unfaithful, but she had to stay true.

But there was something different to the pace of the car. Mr. Sanders was always cautious behind the wheel. The Jag swerved, narrowly missing the gardener and slid sideways to a stop just before crashing into the fountain in front of the house. Then out stepped Bonnie Hamms. Mr. Sanders crawled out from the passenger side moments later.

Bonnie pounced up the stairs and kicked in the door, not waiting for the butler.

"LOLA! GET YER SLUT-BUTT DOWN HERE!" She bellowed.

Lola grabbed a pastel pink sun-dress and knocked her maid to the floor in her dash down the stairs -- not stopping to dress. She knew better than to keep Bonnie waiting. The towel flew off half way down.

When she got to the bottom Bonnie Hamms snatched her up in her thick arms and bear hugged the wind from her lungs before dropping her to the floor. Lola kneeled at her feet, once again face to face with Bonnie's overpowering hips. At an energetic 19 years of age Bonnie had no trouble maintaining fantastic tone for such an big girl. She stood 6'3" and tipped the scale at 200 pounds. She wore her customary naughty schoolgirl outfit: the oxford shoes, white knee-socks, far too short pleated skirt that exposed her virgin white panties whenever she moved, the tight white blouse, and an adorable bow in her bouncing red hair.

"If yer looking to turn on yer old man by coming down naked you can forget about it." Said Bonnie. "He already gave me 500 bucks to kiss my butt and beat off. He's done for the night." With this she shoved her massive rump into Lola's face and wagged it back and forth. Lola's nipples grew stiff as she inhaled the young girl's scent. She never had been attracted to girls before, but Bonnie was different -- so powerful and in control.

"I was just getting out of the shower." Whispered Lola in explanation.

"Great! Then you're ready to go! Slip on that dress. We're hitting the town." Replied Bonnie.

Just then Mr. Sanders managed to stagger in. His face was ashen white from the dangerous ride home.

"Hey, old fuck," said Bonnie to Mr. Sanders. "Gimmy a couple grand. Me and yer wife are going out celebrating."

"Celebrating what?" He asked.

"Celebrating the fact that I could crush yer balls into pancakes just by stuffing them up my ass crack." She snarled.

Mr. Sanders nodded to the butler, who disappeared in the direction of the safe.

Minutes later Lola was clutching the dash as Bonnie swerved her way into the night behind the wheel of Mr. Sander's antique Jag.

When she slid to a stop it was in front of a cinder block bar located in a farm town consisting of the bar, a modest church, and a general store. The bar was the only place that showed any sign of life. Male voices bounced off the cheap plywood walls. You could smell the testosterone in the air as the boys in town bragged about the women they would bag that weekend.

Once inside both girls became the immediate target of robust, groping farm boys. Lola enjoyed the advances and rough hands pawing her ass and chest. The boys left greasy finger prints all over her sundress -- pulling it up to her waist and exposing her blonde bush. She returned savage kisses freely. But Bonnie crippled the first 4 men that touched her. Within a few seconds she had them piled up at her feet. It had only taken a single face-punch to each. All others backed down, stunned at the ease in which she had dispatched their friends.

"If any more of you boys want some fun, come see me." Bonnie yanked one of them off of Lola -- the one with his finger in her clam. She mashed her thick knee into his balls. He dropped to his knees. She turned and slipped his nose and chin between her firm ass cheeks. She clenched her butt muscles, gritting her teeth. From her rump came a muffled crackling as the poor man's jaw bone crumbled in her vise-like butt-grip. She let go and he fell mute to the floor.

"And that goes for anyone interested in my blonde friend too."

The three other men that had hands full of Lola backed away.

"I'm so sorry." Lola whispered to them.

They sank back to their beers and only snuck peeks at the two fine women over to tops of their mugs. They whispered among themselves. "You try..." "No fuckin' way -- you do it."

Bonnie lifted her skirt up and plopped her rump down onto a bar stool engulfing it. Every man in the bar copped a view of her cheeks and had to adjust his tool in his pants.

"Don't be discouraged, boys." Continued Bonnie. "After I get a 6 pack down me I'm gonna pick the prettiest 4 of you and have me a party."

Despite the violent destruction of 5 of their friends the men jostled each other to be among the 4 she would take on later. Lola looked around. She and Bonnie were the only 2 women in the bar -- good odds if Bonnie would only let her have sex with someone besides her husband. But Mr. Sanders was paying Bonnie thousands of dollars to make sure that didn't happen. Lola sighed and comforted herself with the knowledge that half of those strapping young men were still drooling over her fleshy curves. She winked at a big boy. He smiled until he noticed that Bonnie was watching him. He got so scared he got up to leave.

But when he got to the door it was blocked by two new women. One was a sexy blonde, taller than Lola, but not as well endowed -- 6' tall and maybe 130 pounds dripping wet. The girl wore a red tube top and hot pants that divided her white flesh into stripes. Below she wore soft thigh high boots with heels that raised her nearly to Bonnie's height.

"Just what my ego needs." mumbled Lola. "Available young meat to compete with."

The other woman barely fit into the door. She stood 6'6" in her work boots. Her shoulders scuffed both sides of the door frame. She had on jeans cut-offs and a brown suede leather vest that had a hard time containing her breasts and muscles. From her cleavage rose a tattoo of a vicious looking grizzly bear, as if on the attack. Over her left shoulder was a saddle bag.

The young girl caught the man. "What's your hurry, sweetmeat?" she smiled at him.

In his panic he tried to push her aside, but she was not easily knocked away. In fact she popped him in his ribs for his trouble.

This grabbed his attention and like a trapped animal he fought back. He swung at the girl's head twice but missed as she ducked. She pulled something from her boot, a club of some sort, and rammed it into his gut.

He dropped to his knees before her, gasping. She stepped over his head and clamped her slender legs around his neck. Then she squeezed.

He choked and sputtered. "Please, miss." He begged quietly. She winked at the stunned men who looked on.

"You're killing me. I can't breath. Please..." Begged her. She flexed her slender muscles and he let out a squeak.

Now everyone could see what was in her hand, what she had hit him with -- a strap on cock at least 20" long! She slid it back into her boot.

"Please have mercy." Sputtered the man trapped between her thighs.

"You want mercy?" she asked.

"Please." His voice was barely a whisper. "Please."

"Well, No. I don't think so." And she shot her hips back and forth just once like a go-go dancer. A sickening bone crunching noise filled the silent bar. The poor man wailed!

She separated her legs and he fell to the floor between them. He curled up fetal and grabbed his neck.

The girl, upon seeing Lola, smiled. She stepped over her victim toward her.

"Hey Grizzly." She said. "This ain't a dive after all." She slid her hand down Lola's soft face then snatched the pearls from her neck. She waved them at her companion. "We got us a fuckin' duchess!"

"You shouldn't have done that." Said Bonnie in a low voice.

The girl turned to Bonnie. She blinked at the size of her but held her ground. "What are you? Her fuckin' body guard or queen of the school girls?"

Lola was fed up with being dominated. She slammed her wine glass into the side of the girl's face, then followed that up with a punch that sent her clear back to the door. She tripped on her victim and fell at Grizzly's feet. Then Lola picked up the dropped pearls and slipped them into a pocket.

"I don't need a body guard to take care of a gutter cunt like you." Lola spat down at her.

"Now girls." Said Grizzly as she stepped over the girl. "I'm sure we can all get along. Wendy, behave yourself." Lola and Wendy snarled at each other, but neither was going to tangle with the giantess. Bonnie was still sizing her up.

Grizzly sat at the bar next to Bonnie, the only person in the bar that could make Bonnie look small. After Grizzly pounded back a beer she swiveled and addressed the bar in general. "Just fair warning." She pulled a strap-on dildo out of her saddle bag and slammed it onto the bar. "One or more of you are going to be my bitch tonight. And I'm in the mood for a 7 hour fuck."

Lola's heart rose in her throat. Several pictures flashed through her mind of Grizzly cramming that huge boner into every hole she owned. She was frightened, but she craved to be filled! Her old man never made it that far.

And every man in the bar, including the bartender, disappeared in a gust of wind. Now only the 4 women remained.

Grizzly reached over the bar and filled her glass. "I just love free beer." She explained.

Wendy was back on her feet and stood on the other side of Lola. "If I wasn't actually the best fucking gutter cunt alive I might be offended by what you just said." She snarled into Lola's ear. The girl's hot breath stirred Lola deep inside. She was shocked by her arousal at first. But what did she expect? A vibrant woman like her had to have it and wasn't getting it! And that girl had the biggest cock she had ever seen -- real or fake.

Bonnie stood up. "You ain't half the gutter cunt I am, you stick." She ripped off her white blouse to expose her thick shoulders and arms. "Why don't you go wait out on the curb for your master?"

Grizzly stood and dropped her thick arm over Bonnie's shoulder. She fondled the young girl's breasts and looked down into her eyes. "It looks like I have a volunteer to be my bitch tonight, Wendy. You have fun with the duchess and I'll ride the school girl." With that she planted her lips all over Bonnie's face.

Bonnie plowed six hard punches into Grizzly's ribs as Grizzly kissed her, but she couldn't break the lip lock. Lola was stunned! She watched open-mouthed.

Wendy pulled out her strap-on and slipped it around Lola's neck, pulling her backwards from her stool. She crashed to the floor. Wendy slammed her knees into Lola's gut -- then her tits -- then her face -- then her gut -- and she stood back.

"Okay Grizzly." Said Wendy. "I'll just bust the duchess a new bunghole."

Lola gasped as she lay on the sticky bar floor. Her pink sun-dress slid up to her waist as she lifted her knees. She watched through watering eyes as Wendy calmly strapped her cock into place.

Then Wendy sat on her chest. She took the pearls back and slid them into her boot. Then she crammed the head of her rod into Lola's gaping mouth. "Suck me off, big bitch." She spat a goober onto Lola's face. It dripped like cum into her eye.

As furious as she was Lola could not dislodge the girl. She knew she was bigger and stronger, but the girl was skilled and hard to unseat now that she had the advantage. Plus her face was pinned to the floor by that stiff cock.

Grizzly finally broke her kiss. She ripped Bonnie's skirt away, exposing the virgin white panties. Grizzly looked at the girl's ample hips. "Oh my." She murmured. "I'm gonna enjoy stretching this girl out." She stepped forward for another kiss.

But Bonnie stepped back, planted a foot, and mashed her fist right into Grizzly's face. She used every bit of power she could manage from her legs, ass, back and arms. The giantess tipped backwards on her heels and fell stiff to the floor. The impact tipped tables over and shocked Wendy into staring blankly.

Bonnie didn't wait. She dropped her big ass onto Grizzly's face, smothering the woman, and clamped down. Grizzly flailed in pain with her face lodged up Bonnie's vice-like butt.

"Holy shit." Whispered Wendy. She had never seen anyone get the best of Grizzly. Not even for a moment.

"First I'm gonna crush yer master." Snarled Bonnie through clenched teeth. "Then I'm coming for you."

Lola took that moment to buck out from under the girl. Wendy flopped to the floor behind Lola as Lola rose to her hands and knees.

"Not so fast, Duchess!" Snarled Wendy. She climbed onto Lola's back and aimed her crank right up the woman's dripping quim. She sank it half way home. Lola arched her back and screamed with pain and joy!

"Don't beg for mercy yet!" Shouted Wendy. "I'm just getting started!" And she crammed the rest of the tool in!

"OH GOD YES!!!" Shouted Lola. "FUCK ME YOU SLUT!"

Bonnie looked up from her work on top of Grizzly. "None of that!" She warned. "I'm in charge of who she fucks and when. Get off!"

While Bonnie was distracted Grizzly slipped her fingers into Bonnie's ass crack and wedged an opening. Bonnie clamped down for all she was worth. Grizzly's arms expanded for all they were worth...

And finally she popped her face free!

Bonnie had pulled a butt muscle in the process and fell crippled to the floor as Grizzly stood and retrieved her own strap-on cock.

"Not bad." Panted Grizzly as she slipped on the boner. "The first thing I'll have to do is loosen up that butt. She kneeled and flipped Bonnie Hamms' plump rump into the air -- then she crammed her stick deep into it.

Bonnie wailed and pushed herself up to her hands and knees. Big Grizzly weighed down on her, riding her like an over-burdened pony. Every third thrust crushed her to the smelly floor.

"YES!" Screamed Lola again as Wendy made another savage thrust.

"Damn!" said Wendy. "The duchess is taking it pretty well." She humped her harder but Lola only grew stronger.

"Don't Stop!" demanded Lola.

"I think I'm in love." Joked Wendy. She pounded without mercy -- and none was ever asked for.

After an hour Wendy started to slow down. It was a lot of work moving that much cock in and out of that tight hole.

Dissatisfied with Wendy's production, Lola took over. She flipped her sundress off over her head, then flipped around and fell onto the startled girl -- crushing her down.

She rammed the bone back home and mashed her tits down over Wendy's startled head. And she humped that girl like an oil well in over-drive -- slamming her into the wet floor.

Wendy yelped in pain from below, but only Lola could hear her screams through her massive jugs.

Bonnie saw Lola enjoying herself. "Back off slut-butt." She snarled. Lola paid no attention.

Grizzly pulled back on Bonnie's red hair like a bridle as she hammered the giant ass. Bonnie's face grew as red as her hair as rage filled her body. She clamped down on Grizzly's cock and locked it in place. The giantess couldn't move it no matter how hard she tried.

"I see I'm gonna have to break you in a little first." She grumbled.

She unstrapped, leaving the rod up Bonnie's ass. When the two women stood Grizzly grabbed Bonnie up in her arms and squeezed the air from her lungs. She lifted her in a crushing bear-hug. Bonnie fought back, throwing several forearms into Grizzly's face.

With Bonnie's legs thrown wide Grizzly dropped her onto one knee -- if she had been a man her balls would have jumped out of her mouth.

She let the girl drop to the floor clutching her groin.

"How does the cunt pile-driver feel with my dick up yer big ass?" Asked Grizzly. She kneeled and yanked her rod from Bonnie's twitching buns.

Bonnie squeaked like a mouse as the shaft left her empty.

Grizzly tied her cock back on and dropped down on the poor girl, busting her bruised muff wide open with the massive wood.

Wendy had long since stopped struggling -- smothered under Lola's bosom. But Lola kept taking orgasm after orgasm from the log jammed inside of her.

By dawn both Grizzly and Lola were satisfied -- and their victims lay still in the dirt, cum, and beer.

"Do you have anything left?" Asked Lola hopefully of Grizzly as she poured the big woman a beer.

Grizzly pulled her close and pawed her as she drank her beer. Then she pushed her down on top of Bonnie's ass and used it like a mattress as she hammered the delighted Lola.

The bear tattoo on Grizzly's tit scratched at Lola's smooth face with every violent thrust.

Three hours later when Grizzly got up dripping with sweat, she tossed the boner into the bag and pressed Lola's grateful face home into her own tangled pie.

Lola took the giantess to a multiple orgasm within minutes, then licked up the juice.

"Thank you, Grizzly. Thank you so much." She whispered.

Grizzly patted her head. "No trouble duchess. By the way, you got any cash?"

"She does." Said Lola pointing to Bonnie.

Grizzly poured a beer onto Wendy's face, waking her. The poor girl moaned and writhed as she came to.

"Get the money from the school girl and lets get going." Said Grizzly. "We got tracks to make."

"What happened." Asked Wendy.

Lola helped her to her feet. "Thanks for the fuck." She told the girl as she flicked a piece of dirt from her face. She bent to kiss her -- Wendy flinched, then accepted the kiss.

Wendy looked sheepish. "No trouble. Where's my cock?"

Lola turned around and showed her the straps sticking out of her ass. Wendy went for it but Lola turned around again and stiff-armed her away. "It's mine now." She said softly.

Wendy thought about it and realized that Lola was right. She took the two grand from Bonnie's silent form and the two women left.

Lola slid the boner from her ass and strapped it on. She straddled Bonnie and smacked her repeatedly in the face with the cock, leaving red marks.

Bonnie came to. She was so tired and busted up she couldn't unseat Lola. But she did manage to roll onto her hands and knees. Lola sat on her back and clutched Bonnie's neck in her powerful thighs.

"Things are going to be different, school girl." She whispered, full of power.

But Bonnie got mad again. She leaped up to her feet smashing Lola's head on the ceiling. Lola fell to the ground and Bonnie fell on top of her. She punched Lola once in the face, then pinned her arms under her thick knees. Her skirt and blouse were in reach, so she slipped them on as Lola squirmed beneath her.

"How different?" She asked. Lola was trapped and frightened.

Bonnie took the cock from Lola and stuffed it into her skirt like a sword. Then she got up pulling Lola up after.

"Get dressed, bitch."

"Yes Bonnie." Whispered Lola, defeated again.

"I'm making you a deal, slut-butt." Snarled Bonnie.

"Yes?"

"I'll let you fuck around and only beat the crap out of you when your husband finds out. In return you never mention this night to anyone. Deal?"

Lola was delighted! She dropped to her knees before Bonnie Hamms. "Thank you, Bonnie! I'll be descreat." She kissed her bruised knee.

"Shut the fuck up and get in the jag."