Who's the Bitch? By Montrose Brandy needs to explain a few things to Jack We were watching football on TV. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. The trouble began when Jack told his new girlfriend to get him a beer. It wasn't so much what he said as how he said it. She took exception. See, he hollered into the kitchen: "Say bitch! Get me a fuckin' beer! And hustle your ass!" from his reclined position in a leather chair. Jack had to show off how "under his thumb" he had this new girl. They had met at the bar on Friday night and she hadn't left his side since. Say what you want about Jack, he can be an ass and all, but once he gets a girl in bed she tends to come back for as long as he'll have her. But this one, Brandy, had more spine than most. It took about 30 seconds for her to slowly step into the opening between the kitchen and living room. Then she folded her arms and leaned up against the wall. She looked to be in no hurry at all. "What did you just say?" She asked. She had a sweet voice. She didn't sound mad, just incredulous. Seeing her there made my heart thump, and my lap-snake twitch. I was stunned when she came home with Jack, but maybe she had heard about his reputation as a lover, so she decided to give it a try. The fastest description I can come up with is a comparison. You probably know about that stacked young UK blonde, Faith somebody. She's been making money-selling pictures of herself on the internet. The one that wants you "in her bed." Well, Brandy is a 5 feet 10 inch replica of that babe - only with slightly thicker shoulders and more developed arms. She's no weight lifter by any means, but she had some nice meat on her. She was wearing an faded pink t-shirt that would never have fit around her tits if she hadn't ripped it in a few places. The arms were also torn off. Her well-formed feet were bare, with pink nail polish. She wore a pink cotton mini - same outfit she had on in the bar on Friday (but back then she was wearing black, spike-heel shoes). She hadn't been home yet. I wondered how dirty her panties must be. My lap-snake twitched again. "You heard me." Snapped Jack as he popped a peanut into his mouth. He winked at me. "You gotta keep these bitches in line Mack." He told me. "Oh no." laughed Brandy, still leaning on the wall. "You did NOT just call ME a bitch." "You're not a bitch, doll." Said Jack kindly. Brandy's face brightened. I could see she wanted to like him. "Oh... Okay then. That's better..." "You're MY fucking bitch!" interrupted Jack. And then he laughed. I don't know if he would have if he had seen the dark cloud that passed over Brandy's sweet face. Her eyes flashed with anger. Her fists clenched and unclenched as she stood up straight. She was as tall as me, and with the curves and muscle on her, probably weighed in at 175 pounds - 15 more pounds than me. It looked to me like her arms puffed up a bit in size as her anger grew. It was just her tensing up. "Now Jack." I warned. I hated it when he treated girls like shit. "Shut up Mack." Spat Jack. "You might learn something." "Yeah, Mack." Snarled Brandy as she stepped in and stood between Jack and the TV. "Watch and learn." "Move your big ass, bitch, or I'll fist it so hard you'll walk funny for a week!" "Take it back." Her voice was controlled but the anger was obvious. Jack laughed at her. "Are you going to go get that beer or do I need to teach you some manners? Bitch!" He spat the last word. Brandy's chest heaved in her anger. "You aint man enough to teach me anything, Jack." She snarled. "Oh. I aint?" Jack stood up slow and stepped up to her. He stood 2 inches taller and probably weighed the same as she. He was a tough guy for his size and liked to fight. He expected his girls to be submissive. Brandy was pushing it, in his book. He sneered at her. "You seemed to think I was man enough last night when I was banging your hot-box doggy-style, bitch. Yeah, I recall you howling about what a man I am." He started thrusting his hips in a comical style. "Oh JACK!" He yelled in a falsetto. "Do me Jack! Oh yeah! Fuck me in the..." Her slaps were lightening fast and knocked Jack back a step. They also shut him up. She got a forehand and a backhand off before he managed to get his hands up. He grabbed her arms but she broke free quickly. Jacks lips began to swell. She had clocked him pretty damn hard. "Why you!" I think Jack struck without thinking. He went to slap her back but his blow never landed. She blocked it with a sweep of her arm. That shocked both of us. Brandy saw it in his eyes. An evil smile broke out on her lips as she stood defiantly toe-to-toe with him. "I'll give you one more chance to take it back." She said with controlled anger. "Just go get my beer." Jack mumbled. He started to sit down. I could see he was a little shook up. Her hand prints were clear on his face. He couldn't stop himself from checking his lip for blood. Brandy grabbed his shirt and pulled him up to his feet. Those muscles on her arms were standing out pretty good now. I felt sorry for her, though. Jack was really gonna kick her ass for that. "You take it back or I'll show you who the bitch is around here." She growled. Jack went nuts, just like I expected. He swung hard at her head. Nothing landed but she kept busy as he backed her up against a wall. "You... asked... for... it... bitch!" He grunted with each swing. She had to move fast to keep from getting pummeled. But she was fast enough. And the effort was making Jack tired. He was red-faced and panting. She just kept ducking around and stepping back. "Bring it on, asshole." She snarled. When he got her up against the wall he drove a shoulder into her chest. The air shot out of her. Then he put her in a headlock after she doubled over. He smiled and nodded at me. Now he had her. "Is this on enough, bitch?" he asked. He was red in the face and panting, but now he really had the bull by the horns. They staggered around, Brandy pushing and pulling to get free. Jack strained to keep her head trapped. She picked him up once and power dropped him down, but he landed on his feet, still holding on. "FUCK!" she swore from under his arm. He laughed, but his eyes were wild. Had she just lifted him clear up?!? Then she stuck a leg between his and they fell. But Jack managed to fall on top knocking the wind from her again. He mashed her face on the carpet and she screamed - in anger more than pain. He laughed as he panted. "You just earned yourself a public spanking, bitch." He had her face down on the floor. Her skirt was up, showing off her fine round cheeks. She wasn't wearing any panties. Jacks hand came down hard on her ripe, round ass four times leaving red marks. "Is that all the harder you can hit?" She asked, in a muffled voice trapped in his headlock with his weight baring down. "You hit like a girl!" "A girl eh?" That got Jack madder. Slowly she turned herself so she was on her side. Her hands started working on his strangling arm. Given access to her belly now, he let fly with a full-blown haymaker right into her plump breadbasket. It landed with a smack and left a round red spot. I expected her to cry and beg for mercy. That would have been all I could take. But she laughed. "Was that a love-pat? My little sister hits harder than that!" Jack plowed a few more into her gut. He was frothing mad now and cursing under his breath. It was killer how he was hitting her belly. "Hey Jack!" I warned. "Don't man! She's a girl for god's sake!" But just then Brandy slipped her head free and sprang to her feet. Jack clambered to his. She kicked his legs out knocking him down again. She smiled over at me "Don't worry about me. Save your pity for this pussy." She tripped him up again and he fell like lead. She prodded his face with her foot. "Get up, pussy. What are you laying around for?" He got up. She tripped him up again and took the time to fix her hair. She eventually let him up unmolested. And he was steaming mad! Brandy was fast on her feet for a big girl. She bobbed under one punch and weaved back from another, throwing Jack off balance as he swung and missed. She kept giving him a shove in the back and sticking a leg in his way as he staggered past, laughing at him when he fell. Then she would pat his ass or face lightly with her foot and taunt him to stand. Sometimes she would walk over his back, crushing him to the floor. When he was up, sometimes she would block a punch - stop it in mid-flight with her hand. Then she would push it away as if it was of no interest. This really seemed to unnerve Jack more than anything. She never let him touch her face. But she let him land every shot he wanted to her belly. She ignored body shots completely. Under that little bit of jiggle appeared to be a wall of rock hard muscle. Jack keyed up and landed one with all his might right in her stomach. Brandy leaned into it with her hands on her hips. There was a sickening pop sound and Jack backed away cradling that hand and whimpering. It appeared that he had hurt his wrist. Brandy laughed again and let him shake it off. "Are you learning anything yet, Mack?" she asked me. "Are you learning what a pussy this guy is?" Her leg muscles rippled as she sprang about on her long stems inviting him to fight some more. Her skirt flipped up and down providing flashes of rollicking cheek and trimmed muff. "Come on, pussy! Let's go!" Jack hammered at her stomach with his good hand, as best he could. He had given up on trying to land one anywhere else. But that left his face open. Brandy specialized on his right eye until it was swollen shut. Then she went to work on flattening his nose, humming lightly to herself as she worked. Jack panted and grunted, laboring to make a dent in her. Eventually he was forced to cover his head to ward off her punishment. It had dawned on me by now that this Brandy was for real. She was really kicking big Jack's ass and there was no chance for him! If he didn't deserve it I might pity him. But the way she did it - her form and grace - were something beautiful to watch. I took a slug of my warm beer and enjoyed the show. Soon Jack covered his head and an exposed side presented itself. Brandy slammed a fist into it. Jack lowered his guard. Brandy went back to work on his face. She methodically took that man apart. I never saw anyone handle Jack so easy. And she giggled like a schoolgirl the whole time; dancing around; her tits and hair bouncing and swinging. She trash talked at him to keep him going. "Is that all you got? Come on, puss-bag!" He got mad and swung at her head, missing. BAM! She landed a fresh one to his exposed gut. He huffed. "Come on, hit me! I'm begging for it!" She stuck out her chin. He swung. She ducked under it and planted one square on his chin, knocking back into a wall. "Nice try, noodle arm. It's a good thing you're good in bed, otherwise you got nothing!" She spat a lunger into his face. It dripped down his swollen eye. Then she turned her back, lifted her skirt and wagged her big bare ass at him. "Nyah nyah nyah-nyah nyah!" That drove him so nuts he charged. She sidestepped and stuck out a foot. Jack went down like a pile of bricks. Brandy hopped into the air and dropped down onto his back in a sitting position. "Weeeee!" Snot, blood and spit shot from Jack's face. "What a fuckin' mess you are! Poor baby." Brandy sighed. She ripped his shirt off of him and wiped his face with it. "Didn't your mamma clean you up today?" She bounced to her feet and kicked him in the side. "Get up, bitch! We aint done playing yet. Let's fight." Jack was silent for a moment, then he came to a decision. "Please." he begged. Brandy put a foot on his neck. "Either you get up and fight or I'll crush your windpipe right now, you pussy-bitch-fuck." She could fight, but who taught this girl to swear? I wondered. Jack's face turned purple fast. He nodded. Brandy lifted her foot. Jack struggled to his knees. Brandy helped him to his feet pulling him up by his hair. "Come on bitch. You can do it." He took a chance and sucker punched her in the belly as she helped him up. She laughed it off. "That's the spirit, bitch." Then she backed him up to a wall. "Please!" he begged. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "Did I say it was time to beg? DID I!?!" "No..." whispered Jack. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU TO DO, BITCH!" "Fight..." "WHAT?" "Fight." "Okay then." Brandy raised her first. "Let's go." Slowly, Jack raised his. His hands were shaking. Brandy played speed bag with his face for about five minutes then stepped back. He staggered forward, out on his feet. She stepped up, toe to toe and blew in his face. He toppled like a tree. She strolled around him. "What a pathetic little cunt you are." She whispered. She fluffed her hair a bit. "My baby sister could have kicked your ass. No trouble." She took her time lying down on top of him, nice and gentle. He wasn't going anywhere fast. She cradled his face in her tits. As she leaned down on his head with her tits completely covering his head, she fixed her hair a bit more with her free hand. It was lovely - cascading blonde waves. He struggled and bucked, but it won him nothing. She even had his legs in a grapevine hold. As he fought Brandy turned her big round eyes up at me. "Are you thinking of taking his side, boy? Do you wanna piece of me?" I put my hands up. "No miss! It's none of my business!" "Good call." Then she noticed my eyes wondering her body, all stretched out like that. Particularly that firm round ass. Her skit had flipped up again. "You like my ass, boy? It sure is pretty, aint it?" She wiggled it a bit. She flexed each cheek. "Oh god yes! Everything about you is... pretty." I gulped. I feared to say all I thought she was. I was pleased to see she blushed a bit. She cleared her throat and said: "Then go ahead." She winked at me. Jack yelled and thrashed but wasn't making any progress. "Don't worry about the bitch. I got him. Come on down here and enjoy yourself." I hesitated. "I SAID COME DOWN HERE AND KISS MY ASS!" I slid down to her ass and kissed it tenderly. "yes'm." "You call that a kiss? Dig your face in there pretty boy, and give me some tongue." I stuffed my face down between her plump butt cheeks and probed her sphincter with my lips and tongue. "Oh yeah... That's the stuff. Right up there with it! Hey bitch! You may be a great fuck, but your boy here licks ass better than you do!" Jack fought hard for a second, but he was running low on air. I kept licking. It may sound odd, but her ass was like candy. Maybe she flavored it. Anyway, I was sad when she called me off. "Out of it, boy." I sat back down with a raging boner. "We'll play some more later." She purred. By now Jack was barely moving. I was afraid she was going to kill him on accident but she got up on all fours before that. "I..." gasped Jack very faintly. "I take... it back. Please... forgive..." He puffed and panted, grateful for air. "Oh it's too late for that, bitch." Said Brandy. She crawled forward so her quim hovered over his head. It was a wonderfully full and meaty pie, let me tell you. "I'm sorry!" He tried again. "I don't care." She sighed. Then she dropped that pie down over his nose and mouth with her ass toward the top of his head. He struggled but she put all of her weight on it and then pinned his arms with her legs. "You just volunteered to be my bitch, bitch. So now I gotta break you in." He kicked his legs up hoping to pull her off. She took a leg under each arm and leaned back nice and easy. He was stuck. Brandy smiled and winked at me. "How you liking the show so far?" she asked. She wiggled her tits at me. Then her eyes wondered down to my pants. "OH! I see you like it very much!" I gulped. My boner was about to explode. "Your gonna love this next part." She said. Then she started bouncing up and down on his face, mashing his face under her juicy quim and ass over and over. Her big tits leaped around like two kittens under a blanket! "Oh my god!" I moaned. Brandy giggled. She licked her lips and winked at me as she tortured Jack. Jack begged for mercy in a sort of on / off way as his face was covered and uncovered in turns. Brandy got bored with that eventually and stood up. "Get up, bitch." She spat down on Jack. I didn't think he was going to... was able to move. But he rolled over and slowly pushed himself up to his hands and knees. His face was nearly purple. Veins stood out. He was unsteady even on all fours. "You know how I'm gonna break you in, bitch?" asked Brandy. "I'm gonna bend you over that table (she pointed to the dining room table) and take your ass with my big black dildo. You know, the one you crammed up my ass while you fucked me? Well, now it's going up yours." That revived Jack enough that he drove a shoulder into her leg, hoping he could make a break for it. It knocked her leg back a bit but she still stood over him. He leaped toward an exit. She tripped him up and dropped a foot on his back and pinned him to the floor. "Is that the best you got? You're not just a bitch. You are a pathetic bitch!" She let him up. Crying, he rose and drove a shoulder into her gut, knocking her back a step. It didn't manage to wind her at all this time. Brandy backhanded Jack in the face. He fell back to the floor. "I said get up!" She snarled and banged her leg into his gut. He rolled over. I thought he was gonna puke. "I give up! I can't take any more! Do what you will." he whimpered. She kicked him in the head. He fell on his back and shut up. I gulped. Jesus. Jack could kick my ass and here Brandy had taken him apart in less than 20 minutes. She walked over and straddled his body. He was spread eagle. Out cold. On the floor between her legs. She looked down at him. "Hmmm." She looked over at me. "Do you think he's had enough?" I nodded. Any more and she was likely to kill him. "Maybe so." She agreed. "Get me a bucket of water." I rummaged around in the kitchen and came back with two gallons in a plastic bucket. She poured it on his face. It spread all over his carpet. His face was clean at the end of it, but it was a swollen bruised mess. He sputtered into wakefulness just in time to see Brandy's meaty rump cover his face again. She sighed and sat up erect, letting all her weight push down on his battered face. Again. He groaned weakly. It sounded like words. "You'll have to speak up, bitch." Brandy replied as she fixed her hair and adjusted her ripped up t-shirt over her rack once more. Jack tried again. "Excuse me?" Brandy asked and this time lifted her ass a couple inches. "I submit. Please. I beg you to stop. I am your bitch. I'll do anything! I'll even take it up the ass." "It doesn't sound to me like you want it enough." "I'm begging you! Please fuck my ass!" Brandy sat back down. "I will consider your request." She said after a while. "But of course, you know how meaty that dildo of mine is..." Jack moaned. "Pardon?" she lifted up. "I'll suck it. I'll fuck it. Anything you want." She got up. She smiled. She winked at me. "Yep. He's my bitch all right. Hmmm..." She put a finger to her pouting lips. "What shall I have him do first?" She sprang to her feet, not in the least tired out. "Well of course, first you need to kiss my ass, bitch. So crawl on up off that floor and pucker up." She spread her cheeks to give him easy access. Jack struggled to get up. "NOW!" He groaned and moved as fast as he could, planting his face up her ass, licking for all he was worth. I wet my lips. He was probably tasting my spit on her ass. My boner jumped in my pants. "Come here you." Purred Brandy and beckoning me with a finger. Her smile and eyes were all mischief. I gulped and stood and walked over. "She lifted the front of her short skirt an pointed to her beefy clam. "Eat me." She said in a coquettish voice. "Oh thank you!" I whispered as I knelt down and slid my tongue into her smooth, tight muff. God, she tasted good up front too. Now she had Jack licking from the back and me covering the front. She kicked her legs a bit farther apart and rubbed the tops of our heads as we worked. Our chins bumped now and then. "Oh yeah..." she moaned. "My... Jesus... THIS is LIVING!" Her hips began to rock.. She humped my face, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Soon she got real loud about it. His thighs began to tremble. She began to mew like a kitten. Then... "U-hu, u-hu, u- hu-u-hu-u-hu-u-hu-u-hu-u-hu-u-hu-u-hu OH FUCK YES! OH GOD DAMN YOU YESSSS! OF FUCK!" She grabbed my head and mashed my face in her pie when she came. It filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouth. It oozed down my shirt. She rumbled like and earthquake. It was like having the insides of a warm watermelon crushed over your face. She almost fell over a couple of times. "Oh god..." she panted. "Oh my. That was fun." She giggled. She pulled me up to my feet and planted a kiss on me. She licked some of her cum off my face. "I'm not done with you." She whispered in my gooey ear. She pushed her ass back, then pulled Jack's face out of it. "Enough bitch." She snarled. "Now go get that dildo, crawl up onto that table over there and take yourself with it for the next two hours. I'm gonna be busy with your boy, here. And if I don't think you're doing a good enough job of it I'll do it for you. You got that bitch?" "Yesh mish." Jacks face was swollen to the point that it had an impact on his speech now. He crawled off. "But first, bitch, get me a beer." "Yesh mish." Jack gulped he went into the kitchen. Brandy and I listened. We both knew he was thinking of running for it. But he came back in with a cold bottle of beer, which he handed to Brandy. "Why did you come back?" She asked after a long drink. "I knew you wou cash me befow I goth away..." SLAP "Wrong answer." "Becaush." Jack started again. "Becaush I am you bith." Brandy smiled. Suffice it to say he didn't want to have Brandy show him how to do it right. I doubt he was able to sit down for a week after he finished cramming himself with that big, nasty thing. I couldn't watch. But I heard his moans. Brandy watched to make sure he got well started before heading toward the bath with me. My hands and face were her soapy sponge, my whiskers were her loofah. She cleansed herself on me and it drove me mad with passion. She giggled as she let me pick her up and stagger under her weight into the bedroom. Dripping wet we collapsed onto Jack's king-sized bed. At her command, I knelt between her legs and served her pleasure. Her groans mixed with Jack's moans. He abused himself on the table in the other room. His girlfriend and I used each other on his bed. At one point she pushed me onto the mattress and slid my bone up between her wet hooters. When the tip poked through she slid it into her mouth. As she slid it back down she looked up at me and smiled, her big eyes sparkled as she watched my agony of pleasure. Up and down she let me ride her cleavage, in and out between her full lips. I thought I would go crazy! Her long fingers caressed my balls. And just as I was about to explode she stopped and sat up. "Not yet." She whispered. "Your hot load goes in here." And she slid my meat up into her hot snatch. She drove. I relaxed and enjoyed the ride. Soon she was bouncing and flailing and shouting my name. And then we came together. And then she came a second time. She fell onto me. We were all messy and sweaty again. We giggled about it. I asked, "Was that as good as Jack?" "Jack who?" she giggled. "It has been 2 hours." It was Jack waiting respectfully outside the door. Brandy rolled off of me. "Get dressed." She told me, so I did. "Come here, bitch." Jack came in. "She pointed to her dripping clam, thick from our pounding and gooey from my sperm as she reclined on his wet bed. "Eat that." She commanded. Jack crawled onto the bed and did as told, gobbling my goo mixed with hers. She moaned and closed her eyes. I made to leave. "Mack." She called as I reached the door. Jack kept working on her. "Yes'm." "I had fun. You're a good boy with an agreeable tongue. You may come back tomorrow." Boy? She was no more than 20 herself and I was 35! My heart leaped just the same. "Thank you!" Then I looked at Jack. "But..." "Him? He's just a bitch. If he gives you any trouble you just tell me." "Um... all right." I nodded. She winked. "Now get lost. I got some more breaking in to do on this bitch." As I pulled away I heard a wail of pain from Jack's house.