The Triangle, in Three Rounds
By Montrose
Little Big Man meets Two Big Women


Part of the problem is I'm short. Maybe women see me as some kind of
plaything. At 5 feet 4 inches, I'm not the smallest guy ever, but that's
pretty short, let's face it. Add to that my trim frame and I tip the scale at
105 pounds, max. The second part of the problem is I'm hung like an NBA
center. I'm not bragging - just being honest. Actually, I find it hard to walk
sometimes with this tree stump hanging down one pant leg to my knee. I wish I
could shave it down a few inches and whittle the girth to half. I have to buy
loose pants to keep it from being too obvious. And if I become aroused? Forget
about being seen in public. No matter how hot it gets (temperature, I mean), I
try to always carry a sweater with me so that I have something to cover my lap
with.

Being shy, I normally lead a boring life. I troubleshoot computers for a small
company, moving from office to office fixing trashed hard drives and removing
viruses from laptops when an employee visits a naughty site. Other than that,
I'm at home feeding my fish.

Another important detail: I LOVE big strong women. Nothing wrong with that,
right? Besides being the sexiest, they also have the benefit of usually being
able to handle my meat without getting too torn up. Frail girls my size don't
stand a chance in hell.

The excitement started when I was doing final checks on Ms. Powers' laptop
after removing one of those viruses I mentioned. She picked it up from
secretly browsing sites catering to women who like it anal - some hard core
shit. I could tell from various files left over on her drive. I kept thinking
about her big ripe butt as I removed all traces of her lust - her drive to
have her ass ridden. She was a Director in our company - a big wig - plus she
was a sturdy woman very much to my liking. I felt my rod pounding as I got rid
of the evidence.

She stood behind me with her hand on my shoulder. "It just came out of
nowhere," she claimed.

"That happens," I replied, my hands sweating as I finished up. She had her
three inch heels off and stood barefoot, but was still a solid 5-10 tall. I
could smell the faint aroma of her sweaty feet released from leather. She was a
pleasingly curvaceous woman of maybe 38 or 40 years, which means she probably
weighed around 180 pounds. If you're keeping track at home, that's 5 inches
and 75 pounds more than me. She eclipsed me.

And she wouldn't stop rubbing my shoulder as she talked! I could hear the
nervousness in her voice. She suspected that I knew how she got the virus. "It
does," she said. "It does just happen. It was nothing I did, right? Probably
some mail room boy spread some virus on our network, don't you think? By
mistake?"

"I'm sure it was something like that," I replied trying to not feel the heat
of her hand weighing down on me - the occasional bump of her huge tits on the
top of my head. "It's gone now." I only wished my erection were gone. I was
almost done and would need to stand soon.

She put her other hand down on my shoulder and spun me around in her chair.
"Completely gone?" she asked as she leaned down over me, her cleavage in my
face. "Because I don't want..." She looked down and her eyes got big.

Crap.

Now I was worried - some women totally freaked when they saw my bulge - got
scared or something. I didn't have time to cover the obvious pressure in my
pant leg. "Gone! Yes!" I started to stand and make for the door. Ms. Powers
shoved me back into her chair as easily as tossing a kitten.

"Hold on here," she said softly still staring at my boner. She had one hand on
my chest easily pinning me down. The other reached for my lap. She wasn't
scared. She was having the other reaction.

"Please, Ms. Powers," I whimpered.

Her fingers stopped. "Is that... THING... for real?" she whispered and
pointed. She licked her red lips.

I trembled. My rod twitched. She jumped like it was a snake coming after her.

Recovering, she said, "Well now, Nick-my-boy. It looks like good things do
come in small packages." Her hand slid down my chest, and then along my shaft
- and it grew significantly. "Holy shit!" she gasped. "It gets bigger?" That's
when she stomped over to her door, closed it and locked it.

By the time she turned around with a smoldering look, I was up and backed into
a corner. She picked me up like I was a baby, cooing to me, and settled me out
on her desk, knocking her laptop to the floor. I tried to protect myself by
pushing her hands from my belt. "Please Ms Powers!"

Ms Powers slapped me so hard I put my hands up to protect my face. "Shut up.
I'm not going to hurt you." She was not going to be denied.

She threw a leg over and sat on my chest facing my groin. Her big butt locked
my arms up by my face. There was more muscle in her ass than in my entire
body! What chance did I have?

She had my pants off despite my struggles and begging. She was panting and
drooling all over my bone as it popped free and slapped her in her full lips.

She leaned forward to suck me but I was too thick - her jaw wouldn't open
enough. "Holy Jeeeze!" She gagged and choked trying. Still, she slid her lips
up and down my shaft until I exploded on her face and bosom. She squealed with
delight and her bottom trembled with excitement in my face. I managed to get
my arms down, but she trapped them under her thighs.

She eagerly slurped up the dripping goo as she pulled off her panties. Plop...
her tremendous rump slammed down onto my face, driving my head up her crack. I
licked clam for my survival - making her writhe was the only chance I had of
gaining quick bursts of air.

After she came on my face (like a fire hose), she slid down and rubbed my pole
on her pie until I was hard once more, rising up to her cleavage. Ms Powers
moaned with delight and began the long hard process of mounting me. I kneaded
her big ass as she worked, unable to do anything but enjoy the ride.

It went on like that for the rest of the afternoon. We were both soaked in
sweat and other juices by the time she let me up. She rolled off of me, bent
double over her desk and moaned, gulping air. "My pussy is ripped open I
swear," she panted, giggling.

I walked around behind her. That big ass was so inviting - so round and plush.
And her surfing habits suggested she liked it. Hmmmmm....

I slapped my woody onto her ass crack and wiggled it around, letting it grow
hard once more on her hot buns.

She moaned, "Oh yes, please. You are a PRINCE! Yes, PLEASE take me!"

I aimed my boner up her plump rump, leaned forward and grabbed a handful of
dark wavy hair. Slowly I pulled my way into her. She fell to all fours and I
rode her like a dog, yanking her hair hard. She cried out, "YES GOD YES!" I
stuffed her blouse into her mouth to shut her up and used the sleeves for a
harness. I kept at it until I was satisfied and Ms Powers was limp on the
floor.

I wiped off using her big bra and pulled my pants back on. My legs felt like
jelly. She crawled up into her chair and sat gingerly. "Ohhhhh... Nick?" she
said hoarsely as she lounged a bit sideways in her chair, playing with her
panties, lingering before putting them back on.

"Yes Ms. Powers?"

"This will be our little secret. Okay?" She winced and lifted one cheek. "Oh
god, my poor ass."

I smirked. "Yes Ms. Powers." I left whistling, knowing I would be riding her
again.

The next Monday morning I was summoned to the office of one Ms Powers.
Already, I thought? And so early? I sighed and took the elevator to the upper
floors, wishing I had a bigger breakfast for a day like this. It was a small
floor, just Ms Powers and three other offices spread out in a long hallway.
Each contained their own support staff.

"Welcome, Nick," she stood once I arrived. She looked lovely in a tailored red
business suit and dark wavy hair. I recalled pulling on that hair and smiled.
"Please take a seat," she said.

I notice she sat gingerly herself.

How civilized this was after our last meeting. Butterflies stirring, I sat
across the desk from her. It was freshly polished, removing the traces of our
Friday afternoon fling.

"Are you happy, repairing computers, Nick?" she asked. She was looking over
some papers as she spoke, narrow glasses perched on the tip of her nose.

"Yes Ms. Powers." Particularly last Friday, I thought.

"How would you like to repair computers specifically for my department?"

I couldn't answer. Where was this going? Did her department have its own team?
Why had she called me on Friday if they did?

"For twice what you're making now?" she continued and then slid some papers
over to me.

The papers were all set. All I had to do is sign and I would double my income.
And I knew she would be taking me either way, so what the hell! I signed.

Ms. Powers grabbed me by my collar and lifted me as she stood. "Now you are
mine," she growled. She slapped me up against a wall, dangling me above the
floor, and she kissed me hard, filling my mouth with her big tongue. Then she
let me drop and smothered me in her tits, still trapped at the wall. When my
air was gone, she picked me up again and spread me on her desk like I was a
fine meal she would soon consume. I was ready for her. A face full of her
fabulous rack had turned my rod into a fence post, as she knew it would.

I knew better than to fight her advances, and at the moment I didn't want to.

Two hours later, I staggered out of her office with a set of rather sticky
papers and a moist tool. Ms. Powers called her secretary, Vicki, as I walked
by and canceled her other appointments for the day. She was in no shape to see
anyone after being taken by me three ways. Vicki looked at me funny as I left.

Ms Powers wasn't in on Tuesday - called in sick. Maybe I shouldn't have forced
it so far up her big bottom.

There wasn't much to do, serving only her one department. And her secretary
also had some time on her hands, so we ended up talking.

"How's her computer running?" was the first thing Vicki asked me.

"Whose?" I asked, carefully pulling my sweater over my lap. Vicki was a
22-year old, slender version of Ms Powers, but blond. Tall and well built, I
mean. I couldn't help but admire her buoyant hooters, wrapped in a white silk
blouse. Her snug skirt stopped several inches above her knees. Such amazing,
long toned legs

"Ms Powers, silly. Who else?" She sat on the corner of my cubical desk, her
long leg dangling before me. The desk creaked under her weight. "You haven't
worked on anyone else's."

My bone was on the move. There would be no standing for me now. "It's fine."
My voice cracked, damn it.

Vicki smiled. "What is it with you two?" she asked.

I turned back to my desk trying to look busy. "I don't know what you..."

"All those funny noises I hear through her door when you're in there." She
played with her hair and kicked a leg back and forth.

Now I was sweating. Ms Powers had been careful, but she couldn't help but yell
out now and then.

Vicki collected my bicep in her long fingers. They wrapped all the way around
my arm. "Come with me Shorty," she said as she pulled me to my feet.

I struggled. "Please," I said. "I have work." I couldn't believe I was a
29-year old man getting dragged around by a 22 year old amazon girl! The
humiliation of being so small never ends.

She was already walking and dragging me with her. I was just around the corner
from Ms Powers' office. Vicki pulled me inside and closed the door behind us.
She had me cornered behind the door with her hands on her slender hips.

She was even taller than Ms Powers! Okay, she was wearing heels, but without
them she would still stand 6 feet tall. With them, she was 6-3! Almost a foot
taller than me! She was more slender in the waist and hips than Ms Powers,
coming in at about 165, I would imagine.

I was toast. My 5-4 and 105 pounds was like a child to her.

"Spill it," she snarled down at me.

"I don't know what you..."

SLAP! She hit me hard in the face. I almost fell over, but she hit me coming
the other way to stand me up again. SLAP!

Vicki grabbed my throat and lifted me to her eye level. "What the hell are you
two doing in here, Squirt?"

"S...s...s..se...." I couldn't get the word out with her choking me.

"Sex?" she asked. "Like, get real! I know that's what it sounded like, but you
have GOT to be joking!"

It felt like my head was expanding. I couldn't breathe.

"I mean look at you!" she snapped. "I know she's old but you're a scrawny
little..." She stopped. She was looking at me - more specifically, my boner.
"JESUS!" she gasped and dropped me like a hot potato.

It took her about 2 seconds to decide what to do. Vicki pushed me to the floor
and stood on my chest as she ditched her panties. She had me on the floor,
right by the door. She wasn't as adventurous as Ms Powers. She merely sat on
my face until I got her worked up enough to mount my bone. It took her forever
to come (uptight strumpet). By the time she did, I was fucking her doggy
style, hammering her from behind and spanking her outrageously tight ass. I
could only work my tool half-way into her tight clam.

Afterwards, I stood and wiped my cock on her virgin white panties. "Any more
questions, Miss?" I asked.

She lay curled up on the floor sucking her thumb, practically purring. I
barely had enough room to open the door to leave.

On Wednesday they both were out sick. Vicki called and told me she could
hardly walk (and I hadn't even banged her butthole - it was those narrow hips
of hers). She also got all mushy, declaring love. I tried to tell her that
office romances don't work, but she threatened to hurt me if I kept it up. She
made me say "I love you," before she would hang up.

* * ROUND ONE * *

On Thursday they both came back and that's when the fireworks began.

Ms Powers saw Vicki mooning around my desk when she came in. She called us
both into her office.

"How did things go while I was out?" she asked. I could hear the anger in her
voice, but Vicki seemed oblivious. A typical, clueless blond.

"Couldn't have been better." She sighed and winked at me.

Ms Powers' lip curled for a second and she turned to me. "Nickolas, do you
agree with this assessment?"

"I... I... well.. you... I... you see... well..."

She silenced me with a wave of her hand and turned back to Vicki. "Leave us,"
she ordered.

"Why?" Vicki snapped back. "So you can rape my boyfriend?"

Ms Powers stood. "How DARE you!"

"It's disgusting!" Vicki stood too, inches taller than her boss. "A fat old
broad like you should know better!"

"FAT! OLD!!!" Ms Powers trembled with rage.

"You heard me, Grandma! Or are you deaf as well as a pervert?" Vicki looked
down her nose at her rival.

Ms Powers climbed over her desk, but Vicki was fast. She stepped to one side
and grabbed Ms Powers in a headlock, then ran her into a wall, mashing a hole
in the drywall with the top of Ms Power's head. They fell to the carpet in a
tangle of long legs and rising skirts. I leaped up onto the desk to stay out
of the way.

The ladies tumbled into furniture, knocking over chairs. Vicki kept her
headlock and Ms Powers' face was going red. She also had carpet burns on her
forehead. "Give up Grandma!" Vicki hissed through clenched teeth. "You're a
pathetic old whore!"

Ms. Powers saved her air for the fight, which she was getting the worst of.
Vicki's arms bulged as she crushed Ms Powers' neck. Ms. Powers' arms and back
flexed as she tried to remove the arm, but Vicki kept flipping her around,
keeping her from gaining leverage. Vicki wasn't bright, but she had good
physical sense in a fight.

They rolled around some more. Ms. Powers was stronger according to arm size,
but Vicki seemed to have a speed and agility advantage - maybe a little
reach/leverage as well. The fight was getting me hot - hotter than either
woman had gotten me before - I had to let my snake out to expand all the way.
Their skirts were no more than belts. Their panties rode up their ass cracks.
Their tits flew out into the air as their blouses tore open. Vicki pounded Ms
Powers in the mouth a couple times with her fist, but Ms Powers lifted Vicki
and slammed her back to the floor, driving the wind from her. Nothing she did
was getting her out of that choking headlock, though.

Vicki laughed in triumph. "Nice try Grandma but you're going down!" She even
finger fucked Ms Powers a few times, who screamed in humiliation. Vicki
stuffed her tits in Ms Powers face, suffocating her.

Finally, Ms Powers lifted her prodigious rump and flipped the two of them
over, slingshotting Vicki into the desk. Vicki's skull banged into the desk
and she lost her headlock. Ms Powers landed THUMP, ass first on Vicki's chest
and clutching one of Vicki's strong legs.

The girl caught Ms Powers in a scissors hold and whipped her into a corner. Ms
Powers grunted on impact but was free of the young girl's legs. Vicki rolled
over, slow to stand. By the time she did, Ms Powers was on her feet and
delivered a mule-worthy side kick to Vicki's chest. The younger girl flew into
a wall and fell to the floor gasping in pain. Ms Powers dropped a knee into
her back. She rubbed Vicki's face on the carpet. "Grandma is it? Fat?" She sat
on the back of Vicki's head and bounced her face off the floor. "How's my fat
butt feel to you now?"

She rolled Vicki over and stuffed the girl's face up her big ass. She let fly
with wet flatulence that stunk up the office. Vicki clawed the air until Ms
Powers trapped her arms under muscled thighs. The older woman was still
gasping for air and looking a bit frightened at Vicki's efforts to get free.
It was like riding a mad bull. She didn't want to end up in another headlock,
no doubt. But all the flailing Vicki could manage was not getting that wide
ass off of her face. Vicki's thrashing legs grew still gradually as she ran
low on air.

Vicki's voice finally came up from under the prodigious cheeks. "I'm sorry!"
Her voice was so muffled we didn't hear her at first. "I'm sorry!" she called
again.

Ms Powers spun around and put Vicki into a schoolgirl pin. Vicki's face was
bright red. "What did you say?" Ms Powers asked, still catching her breath.

"I'm sorry," Vicki replied between deep gulps of air.

"And?" Ms Powers began fixing her hair.

"I give up! You win!"

"You give up?" Ms. Powers glowed with victory.

Vicki nodded.

"Say it again." Ms Powers winked at me, looking her old confident self.

"You win!"

"And who am I?"

"You are Ms Powers."

SMACK! Vicki whimpered at the hit. "I'm not your grandma?" asked Ms Powers.
"Not some fat old whore?" SMACK!

"No Ms Powers. I'm so sorry." She was starting to cry.

"Are you a stupid cunt?" SMACK!

"YES Ms Powers! Please! I give up!"

"Say it!"

"I'm a stupid cunt!"

"And who is he?" Ms Powers pointed to me.

"My boyfriend," Vicki said.

She wasn't very bright.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She raised a welt over Vicki's left eye. It would turn
into a black eye soon.

Ms Powers twisted her nipples until the girl begged for mercy. "You will refer
to Nickolas as our office tech unless speaking only to me or Nick. In that
case, you will refer to him as my lover. NOT YOURS, CUNT! MINE! Do you
understand, you stupid CUNT?" She twisted Vicki's tits extra hard to make her
point.

Eventually, Vicki conceded even this point.

Ms Powers stood and pulled Vicki up by her hair. She threw her into the closed
door. The big girl towered over Ms Powers, but cringed from her. "Go make
coffee, or masturbate, or lick toilets, or do whatever else it is you do all
day, Cunt."

"Yes Ms Powers," Vicki whispered as she pulled her skirt and blouse back into
shape. There were missing buttons and her stockings were torn to hell. She
limped out looking so sad it broke my heart.

Then, Ms Powers turned to me. "As for you..."

"She was too big for me!" I pleaded as she pushed me down onto her desk. "I
couldn't stop her!" I gasped as her hand tightened around my neck. With her
free hand she pulled down her panties. "I'm sorry!" I yelped as she swung a
leg over and dropped her fuzzy muff onto my face.

Three hours later I limped from her office. Ms Powers lay slumped over her
desk, unable to move - rode hard and put up wet. By the time I've banged her
pussy so hard she can't fight, doing her ass is just icing on the cake. It's
funny how for the first hour I'm begging for mercy and during the last hour,
she's doing the begging. At least until I get all the way in and she passes
out from the pain.

I held the door open a while so Vicki could see the results. My man-cream
dripped from the back of Ms Powers' hair like hot icing from when I pulled out
and let it fly.

* * ROUND TWO * *

Vicki stood up.

I walked over to her speaking softly. "I doubt she'll make it into work
tomorrow. You and I can connect then."

"Yes," she whispered back. "Are you sure she's not faking?"

I looked back at Ms Powers. "She can't even move," I said.

I climbed up onto her chair and stroked her battered cheek. I adjusted my tool
and watched her grow excited for me. She was panting - practically drooling.
"You'll fight for me again, wont you?" I asked. "Once you've heeled?"

"Yes," she whispered, touching my rod. She looked back at Ms Powers and
snarled.

"Vicki?" I know I'm playing with fire. But who could resist? Ms. Powers is by
far the better lover, but DAMN! That girl is tight! Seeing them roll around
and fight for me? That's the biggest turn on I'm likely to get.

Vicki walked into the office.

"Wait Vicki!" I whispered. "What about heeling and waiting?" Ms Powers was in
no shape to defend herself.

Vicki pulled Ms Powers' head up by her cum-soaked hair. Ms. Powers moaned. She
threw her boss to the floor. "Fuck waiting," she snarled. "You're taking me
today!" She jumped high and landed hard on Ms Powers' chest, then punched her
in the face until she raised a welt that matched the one her boss had given
her.

Ms Powers tried to move, but Vicki locked her arms under her legs before she
went back to punching her helpless boss in the head. "Who's a cunt now, you
fat old whore?" she snarled down. It wasn't a fair fight given the shape Ms
Powers was in. Vicki was taking advantage.

Ms Powers struggled weakly. "Oh god!" She knew she was in trouble.

Vicki raised up and drove a knee into her gut. While her boss groaned below
her, Vicki spun around and slammed her tight butt down onto her face. Ms
Powers was helpless and Vicki took delight in tormenting her. She laughed and
wiggled her tight buns, flexing them, "That's what a hot ass looks like,
whore! Not that fat double tank you lug around!"

Actually, I liked Ms Powers bottom, but this wasn't the time to say.

Keeping Ms Powers' arms pinned with her calves, Vicki rose up on all fours.
"Nickyyyy?" she cooed sweetly, wiggling her clam.

"Yes, Miss?"

"Eat me, Silly boy!" She giggled.

"As you wish," I replied. "I'm too small to fight it." (I said mostly for Ms
Powers to hear). I slurped the young girl's hot blond pie while she dribbled
slippery goo down onto her boss's face.

Unable to take it any longer, I mounted her, cramming hard until she fell down
onto her boss. My balls slapped Ms Powers' forehead as I humped her secretary
deeper and faster than I had the first time. I rammed her until I made it all
the way in. GOD was she tight.

Once I got up, they both were done in. As was I. I dropped back into Ms
Powers' chair and fell asleep.

When I woke up, Ms Powers was trying to crawl out from under Vicki. Vicki and
my mingled cum decorated her face, gluing one of her eyes shut. "Get off me,
you Cunt!" she growled.

"Fuck you, Whore," moaned Vicki. She trapped Ms Powers' face in a reverse
scissors and squeezed the best she could given how torn up she was. Being
young, she was recovering quickly. Not doing her anal helped as well. "Beg for
mercy!" she snarled.

Ms Power's face was blue before she gasped, "Mercy!"

"HA!" Vicki relaxed, panting. I wanted to lick the sweat from her magnificent
legs.

"I should fire you," Ms Powers snapped.

"No," I said. The ladies fell silent and looked at me. "If one of you gets
forced out, I leave too."

They glared at each other. "Next time, I'm going to grind you into paste,"
Vicki sneered as she sat up, rubbed her butt on Ms Powers face one more time
before climbing to her feet. She shook out the muscles in her long legs.

Not to be out done, Ms Powers stood too, but I could see it cost her. She had
to hold onto the desk for a while. "In your dreams, Cunt."

"You think so?" As quick as a snake striking, Vicki punched Ms Powers hard in
the chops -so fast I didn't see it coming - like a Sugar Ray jab. Ms Powers
landed with a plop on her ass, shaking her head. "Then I must be dreaming,"
Vicki spat down at her. The girl was walking funny, but she was pumped for a
fight. Ms Powers, on the other hand looked groggy.

"Ladies!" I yelped. "Not now. Go home and mend. You can try again in three
days."

Ms Powers nodded from the floor, trying not to look too grateful for the
reprieve.

Vicki ignored me and stepped up to Ms Powers. "Say it, Whore."

Ms Powers looked up at her young rival. "Say what?"

Vicki kicked Ms Powers in the right tit. She fell over, gasping and clutching
her magnificent boob.

"Say it, Whore! You made me say it! Now it's your turn!"

I stepped between then to stop this, but Vicki used one hand to pick me up by
my neck and fling me into a corner. She kicked Ms Powers in the belly. "SAY IT
COW!"

"I'm a fat old whore," Ms Powers whimpered. "A fat old whore."

"Got that right. Look at me." Ms Powers looked up. "Open your mouth." Ms
Powers complied. Vicki hooked a loogie but it missed and landed in Ms Powers'
eye. "Hold it!" Ms Powers staid put and Vicki hit the target with her second
snotty spit ball. "Swallow." The boss complied. "Fucking whipped whore. I'd
pee on your face but you're boring me."

Ms Powers had no answer for that as she gagged down Vicki's glob.

Vicki strutted from the room, pulling her torn blouse on. "Fat fucking
whore... I'll crush her next time." she mumbled as she put on her coat and
left for the day.

Ms Powers breathed a sigh of relief once Vicki was gone.

I looked down at Ms Powers. "Do you think you can take her again?" I asked.

She shook her head but said, "Maybe. I... I hope so." She tried to stand but
fell to one knee leaning on her desk. "Damn that skinny bitch can pack a
punch." She looked me up and down. "Do you really want me to win? A fat old
whore like me?" she blushed.

I walked up and kissed her, caressing her broad powerful shoulders. "You are
my goddess and protector," I whispered. "These arms are my shelter. Your ass
is the only one I want to ram my hard meat into. I want you." Her big hands
ran up and down my slim back as we kissed, me leaning down a bit, her on her
knees. She stood, holding me as we continued our kiss. My feet dangled and she
hugged me tight.

She nodded. "Yes," she said. She set me down on her desk and admired my limp
shaft. "Oh my yes. YES damn it! But next time, I'm taking you to an
undisclosed hotel before we fuck. No more getting attacked afterward."

She forgot her shoes and panties as she staggered out.

Smiling, I leaned back in the big chair and fell back to sleep. Nobody would
open the boss's door to check on me.

This triangle might be a dangerous game, but it was sweet.

Two days later, Vicki came back to work. Her face was a little puffy, but she
looked good. She immediately stomped past me into Ms Powers' office. She came
back out. "She's not in?"

"No Miss," I reported.

"Damn it! I was all ready to take her down!" She tossed her purse onto her
desk and pulled off her coat. She looked stunning in a skimpy black dress and
three inch spike heels. She smiled at my obvious admiration. "I guess that
means we can spend the day playing, uninterrupted." Vicki pulled me by my
collar into Ms Powers' office and shut the door.

She sat in the boss's chair and pulled me onto her lap. Making out with her
was good, rubbing that gravity defying rack of hers and biting her long neck,
but she fell short of the passion that Ms Powers contained. Still she was
flushed in the cheeks and breathing deep when she shoved me off onto the floor
between her legs. Lifting her hem, she revealed a lack of panties and evidence
of a fresh waxing. No fuzz at all. She giggled.

I fell to my knees and got busy slurping her trembling clit.

Vicki picked up the phone as I licked. "Hello you cowardly hag," she said.
"Yes, I'm in your office. And my BOYFRIEND is sucking me off as we speak. I'm
about to cum all over your chair!" She laughed and I could hear Ms Powers
yelling through the phone. "When you're through cringing in your closet why
don't you come down here and I'll make you eat your own fat bush." BANG! She
slammed the phone down.

Vicki pulled me up onto the desk and slid my pants down. Then she straddled me
and rubbed my pole on the outside of her tight clam until she cam hard. "Lick
that up," she purred as she fell back into the chair. I dove back to her lap
and did as told. Three more times we did this.

Like I said, she wasn't the great lover but damn was she inspiring to look at.

And damn did she drive me crazy, never letting me actually inside that tight
pussy - at least not today. Apparently she wanted to be in fighting shape when
Ms Powers finally came back to work.

* * ROUND THREE * *

Ms Powers was waiting for both of us when we showed up around 10 am the next
day. "Get in here, cunt!" She yelled at Vicki.

"I'm coming," she replied, with affected bravado. "You don't have to yell. I'm
not old and deaf like you. Or fat." She talked trash, but she kept a sharp eye
on her boss for sudden moves.

I could almost hear Ms Powers grinding her teeth. The ladies respectfully
faced each other as Vicki entered the office, like warrior princesses locked
in a temporary truce. Vicki wore a sexy catholic school girl sort of number -
a short pleated skirt with a white blouse that exposed her belly when she
raised her arms, and heavy oxford shoes with ankle socks. Ms Powers had on the
most form fitting business suit I have ever seen. With her curves it was truly
eye popping. She kicked off her heels, making her look much shorter than
Vicki. Her thick biceps strained the fabric of her jacket.

I watched from the door. "Smells nice in here," Vicki said.

"It smells like your scanky twat!" Ms Powers snarled.

Vicki laughed. "Yeah, we fucked in here for hours yesterday and I locked it so
the cleaners couldn't come in."

"My phone is sticky!"

"Oh, I masturbated with that." Vicki giggled. "Careful with your top drawer
where you keep your pens. I made Nicky come all over them."

Ms Powers cried out and ran at the tall girl. Always quick on her feet, Vicki
sidestepped the charge and bashed Ms Powers in the ear with the heel of her
hand as she skidded past. Ms Powers turned and was hit in the face twice more
before she could get her hands up. Her head snapped left then right. She
staggered back a step, eyes rolling. Vicki followed up with a round-house kick
catching Ms Powers in the temple and laying her flat. Those oxfords were hard
shoes.

My heart jumped. For a second, Ms Powers didn't move at all. Was it over that
fast?

Vicki smiled down at her victim. "This is going to be easier than I expected,"
she bragged as she walked around her crumpled boss. "I took it too easy on you
last time."

Ms Powers pushed herself to her knees and shook the fog out of her head. Vicki
stepped up behind her and caught her in a headlock, cutting off Ms Powers'
air. "Remember this move, Tubby?" She grunted and pulled Ms Powers to her
feet, strangling her in her long hard arms. "You're not getting out of it
today."

Ms Powers shot a thick elbow into Vicki's ribs - and another. Shock filled
Vicki's eyes as she doubled over and air blasting from her mouth. Ms Powers
grabbed the younger woman up in her arms and dropped her hard on her head.
After that she staggered backward and fell on her ass. She was still stunned
from the initial attack, but at least now she had a breather. Beads of sweat
glistened on her brow.

When Vicki began to stand, Ms Powers puffed and struggled to her feet. They
circled. Ms Powers swung a punch that hissed in the air but Vicki dodged it
easily enough. When she swung another Vicki dodged and stepped in to deliver
two jabs into Ms Powers' still puffy right eye. Ms Powers stepped back and
kept her fists up - stunned.

"Don't stop now, Chunky Style," Vicki teased. "Step up for some more." The
girl was recovering and enjoying herself. She pulled some fancy footwork and
unleashed two jabs and a right cross that back Ms Powers up to the wall.

Ms Powers looked quickly over to me, hope draining in her eyes. My heart went
out to her. Vicki was not just younger and faster, but a natural athlete, it
turns out. My boss was getting her big sweet ass handed to her, acting like a
punching bag for the tall blond.

"Don't worry about my boyfriend," Vicki chirped. "You can watch me ride him on
your desk later."

That was all the motivation Ms Powers needed She bowled into Vicki and sent
her deep into the plaster wall with her momentum. The girl was only quick
enough to slide a little to the side or she might have been crushed for good.
She punched Ms Powers in the face a couple more times, but the range was too
close to make full use of her long arms. Ms Powers got one good punch into the
side of Vicki's face before the tall girl squirmed away, staggering.

Vicki looked ruffled and pissed.

Ms Powers stalked her. Vicki lifted a shoe and planted it in the center of Ms
Powers face. The boss hit the floor like a tree. Vicki jumped and dropped both
knees onto her belly. Then she spun around and locked Ms Powers neck between
her firm thighs. She tightened it into a figure four, mashing Ms Powers face
into her tight ass as she choked her. No panties again today, I noticed. Her
buns where as hard as rocks.

Ms Powers thrashed and struggled to free her head. Vicki screamed and pulled
harder on her foot. Ms Powers face turned purple.

She hammered her fists into Vicki's tight ass, swinging hard, first one side
and then the other; hammering like she was driving in rail road spikes. Red
spots appeared where her fists landed.

Vicki screamed in pain and had to let go. She crawled out of reach holding
onto her damaged hams.

Ms Powers lay gasping for air.

"Come ON," I whispered, willing Ms Powers to get up.

But naturally, Vicki was up first. She limped over to our boss and stomped on
her head. It bounced on the carpet. The effort cost her and she hobbled away
clutching her butt. It was already bruising from the punches.

Ms Power rose to her hands and knees. Vicki kicked her in the belly, but there
wasn't much oomph to it with her ass damaged. Ms Powers stood, staggering.

Vicki let loose with a war cry and kicked a shoe up to Ms Powers face. Ms
Powers caught the shoe by her shoulder and tucked the leg under her arm. Vicki
hopped on one foot. "Oh no!"

Ms Powers raised an elbow and brought it down hard by Vicki's knee. The girl
cried out in pain. Ms Powers dropped another in the same spot. It began to
swell.

Vicki leaped and spun, smacking Ms Powers on the side of her head with her
other shoe. They both went down. Ms. Powers looked like she was out cold.
Vicki crawled over to sit on Ms Powers ample chest. She tucked her boss's arms
under her legs and began punching her eyes. "I've got you now, whore," she
panted. Her attack woke the boss up.

Ms Powers raised her legs up and grabbed Vicki in a body scissors from behind.
She pulled the girl over and smacked her head onto the carpet, crushing her in
her powerful thighs. Muscle as big around as my middle sprang out. Her calves
leaped into powerful definition.

Vicki pushed and punched at Ms Powers solid legs, but they only tightened all
the more.

"Can't breathe!" she gasped as she went red and then purple. Veins stood out
on Vicki's temples.

Ms Powers panted, sweating and struggling to keep the pressure up. "Where's
your smart talk now, Cunt?"

"I give!" gasped Vicki. She pounded the floor, tapping out.

"You give? I don't care!" Ms Powers crushed harder. She kept it up until her
foe went limp. Then she sat up on the girl's face, fanning herself and fixed
her hair. Vicki lay sprawled out under her. Ms Powers was battered and
bruised, swollen and in pain, but she looked quite satisfied. She started
rubbing her clam on the young girl's face.

I stepped into the room. "You won," I whispered.

Ms Powers nodded. She gestured and I brought her a glass of water. She drained
it and handed it back.

"It's over," I said, stunned by her comeback.

Ms Powers shook her head no. She pulled Vicki's legs up while she still mashed
her bush on her face and began to finger fuck her. Vicki moaned. Ms Powers
kept going until she had her fist inside the tight girl and she was screaming
for mercy.

She ignored the girl and turned to me. "Nick?" She wiggled her bum at me. "If
you would, please?"

"Yes, Ms Powers!" I stepped out of my pants and slid in behind her. Using
juice from her clam I lubed my tool and gently rocked it up her ass just how
she liked it. I humped slow and long as she slid her muff up and down Vicki's
face. We picked up pace together and Ms Powers pushed her hand into the girl
to the wrist. My sack banged Vicki's blond hair in rhythm. Vicki screamed and
Ms Powers and I joined her as we all came at once.

After I pulled out, Ms Powers turned and sat on Vicki's boobs. She smacked the
girl until she was conscious. "What are you?" she asked.

"A... I'm just a stupid cunt?"

Ms Powers patted her on the head. "Good girl. And what am I?"

"Uh....." Vicki looked panicked. She knew her normal answers were not right.

"I am a Goddess and superior to you in all ways."

Vicki nodded.

SMACK! "Say it!"

"You are a... a..." SMACK! "A GODDESS... and sup... superior to me in all
ways!" Vicki squirmed. "Please! I give up!"

"And who is he?" Ms Powers asked, pointing to me.

Vicki didn't hesitate. "He is yours. Not mine. Yours. Forever, I swear!"

Ms Powers stood. She picked up Vicki and threw her over the desk. "Use that
jizzy phone to cancel my meetings, Cunt. I'll be out of the office. And suck
all that cum off my pens before I come back. Got it?"

"Yes, Ms Powers. Eh... Goddess... Mam." Vicki, dazed and confused, started by
sucking off the handle of the phone.

Ms Powers took my hand and we left.

So, 2-1 in favor of the Buxom Boss. Could the Cherry Secretary make a
comeback? Did she have the balls? I hoped so!

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