The Ables
By Montrose
The powerful, 6'4 Ms Able and her daughter

Bob was beginning to realize that getting ahead doesn't have so much to do with how productive you are as 
how much butt-snorkeling you do along the way. At the age of 30 he started putting that knowledge to 
work and charmed his way into a lucrative branch office. Now that he was there he intended to keep 
moving up. He had waisted too much time with his nose to the grind stone.

And his branch manager, Ms. Able, had a fine butt to snorkel. She was significantly older than Bob, maybe 
45, but in fantastic shape (hey, Tina Turner is what? 55? 60?). She's 6' 4" tall without heels and wears 5" 
spikes around the office. Her hand tailored, short skirted business suits wrap her curves like a glove fits OJ. 
Because she's so well rounded and elegant the rumor around the office is she slept her way to her comfy 
office and top notch territory. Bob figured that with her figure, if she was sleeping her way up, she would 
be too high for him to see by now. He was betting all she ever needed to use was her dominating, powerful, 
physical presence.

Bob quickly positioned himself to be her right hand man. One day she called him into her dark wood office 
and told him to close the door. He sat in one of the two leather chairs in front of her desk. As always she 
strolled around to his side and sat on her desk directly in front of him.

Her heels dug into the carpet on either side of his chair. Her tapered, youthfully firm legs rose all the way 
up to the desk at an easy angle. Her skirt hiked up a bit as she sat allowing Bob a glimpse of her panties, 
black lace that day he noticed. Her breasts bounced well above his eye level as they tested the strength of 
her reinforced bra. Her blond locks were clipped short and smart.

She had her reading glasses half-way down the bridge of her long, straight nose. Her sky blue eyes darted 
back and forth as she scanned the two personnel files she held to either side of her breasts. Eventually she 
flipped them onto her desk and looked at Bob, pinning him to the chair with her glance.

"You're ambitious, aren't you Bob." She said as she removed her glasses.

"Yes ma'am." he responded quickly.

"You want to work closer to me, maybe directly under me." She leaned forward, providing him with a clear 
shot of her ample cleavage at eye level. He wanted to jump up and thrust his pecker deep into that inviting 
fold, but no man would dare. You could almost smell the power emanating from this woman. He felt like a 
child cowering beneath her. "Would you like that, Bob?" she asked.

A bit wishfully, he replied, "Oh yes." she raised one eyebrow as she saw his cock shift and expanded in his 
lap. She met his eyes in a sizzling glare. His penis shriveled into a wrinkly worm on top of his swelling 
balls.

"I'll be straight with you then." She said as she straitened back up. "This office is doing so well that 
corporate has granted me headcount for a personal assistant. This person would basically see to my bidding 
- carry out my commands around here. This would free me up for bigger things. I might offer you this job, 
but to be honest, Larry knows this operation better than you do. He's been here longer, and he works harder 
than you do."

"I can work longer hours, Ms. Able." Bob began. Larry had been his competition from the start.

"Shut up." She said out of hand. Bob fell silent. From her it did not seem rude. It seemed right that she 
should treat other people as beneath her, as less than her. "Do you know why I'm considering you for this 
job over Larry?"

"No ma'am."

"Because you understand the game. Larry can make sure we never run out of paper, but I'm betting you 
will do the little things that will make my life easier. In short, you're a first class suck up," she stood and 
towered over Bob with her hands on her hips. She stood so close that he could no longer see her face 
because her tits blocked his view. Sitting in the deep chair, his head was actually lower than her ass. "And I 
like being sucked." she finished.

Bob's face and rod flooded with blood. "You can count on me, Ms. Able." he managed to cough out his 
reply.

"Mere words. You're going to have to prove it. My life is complicated, Bob. Tonight, for example, I must 
attend a meeting with the board, but I promised my daughter's baton squad a ride home from practice. You 
drive those girls home for me tonight. If I get a good report from my daughter, your half way to making 
twice what you make now. Can you handle that?" Her voice floated down from above her floating orbs like 
the voice of a goddess from the clouds.

"Drive the girls home from practice. Yes ma'am!"

"And that means straight home. No stops for food or what-not. I'm holding you responsible." She pulled 
Bob up from the chair by his elbow as she said this last part. Their bodies pressed together. Bob strained 
his head way back to look past her bosom up into her eyes. When he did, the intensity of her gaze made 
him look away, which landed his gaze deep within her cleavage. He became mesmerized there.

She squeezed his elbow hard, sending a dagger of pain up to his shoulder. He winced and looked up once 
more. "Got it?" she said in a threatening monotone. Her grip was like iron. Bob feared that she would 
wrench his shoulder from its socket.

"Yes Ms. Yes ma'am!" he stammered. Still holding him close she guided him to the door.

"We could have a lot of fun with this." She said just before opening the door. Her crotch rubbed high on 
his hip. He could feel the heat. "Fuck up and you're a dead man."

The next thing he knew he was standing outside the door with an obvious pup tent in his pants. Jan, Ms. 
Able's secretary whistled as she walked by. Bob followed Jan and got the details about where Ms. Able's 
daughter went to school and when she needed to be picked up.

Jan kept eyeing his bulging crotch as she gave him the information. Let her have her fun, thought Bob. She 
was no threat, and she had very inviting lips. And besides, it was good to be the one being ogled for a 
change. He adjusted himself in front of her wide, appreciative eyes before thanking her for the information 
and leaving.

When he got to the high school gym, there was no mistaking which girl was Lori Able, the bosses 
daughter. She was mostly arms and legs on her elegant 5' 11" frame, slimmer than her mother, and not 
quite as stacked yet. It was like Bob was looking into Ms. Able's past. That girl is going to be a major fox 
for decades to come, thought Bob. She wore her blond hair long.

Each girl wore their baton team uniform; white knee-high boots and pleated mini skirts that made their 
long succulent legs unbearably obvious. On top they wore tight, low-cut sweaters bearing the school 
insignia, a wolf, or muskrat, or something. The critter was hard to focus on as it curved around those round, 
bouncing hooters.

There were five girls, so it was a tight fit in Bob's escort. The smell of bubble gum and the humidity of five 
energetic, breathless girls filled his small car. Lori insisted on riding between the front bucket seats, 
straddling the stick shift. Every time Bob entered second or forth his forearm brushed her moist panties 
over her warm clit and she moaned softly into his ear. He could smell her juice. Sweat started dripping 
down his temples as every girl in the car snickered and watched this go on, stop light after stop light. His 
lap snake throbbed in his constrictive jeans.

The daughter was almost as intimidating as the mother, he realized. Not as much of a powerful presence, 
but she was only a girl, yet. Here she was using him for a toy in front of her friends and all he could think 
to do is squirm. His balls ached to pounce on top of her and teach her something about what she was 
playing with.

"It's hard to say who's having more fun there Lori." Said Susan, the other girl in the front seat, a broad 
shouldered beauty, maybe 2" shorter than Lori.

"He's a man, ain't he?" purred Lori.

"By the size of that bulge, I'm guessing he's a good one." Said Susan. The car erupted in giggles.

"Who am I dropping off first." asked Bob, red-faced.

"First we're going in here." said Lori and she pulled the steering wheel, turning into a fast food parking lot. 
Bob tried to wrestle the wheel from her grip, but she deftly steered them into the lot and around back. She 
kicked his feet from the pedals and swung her own over in his place. Bob was now mashed against the 
driver's door as Lori parked behind a dumpster.

Bob pushed back, but couldn't budge the young girl. He looked around and saw that Susan was backing 
Lori up, keeping her pressed against him. Lori's tits mashed around Bob's shoulder. Her breath past sweetly 
over his face. Her hand rested gently in his lap seeking out and fondling his meat. He fought back with no 
success. "Get off me!" he finally muttered.

"Why?" asked Lori. "I like watching you struggle." Giggles filtered up from the back seat.

He finally got a hand free and opened the door. He was jettisoned onto the pavement in a heap. The girls 
had another good laugh at his expense. He bristled with embarrassment and humiliation. His face felt hot 
with blood. Lori turned off the car and dropped the keys into her panties.

"Now go buy us all burgers, fries, and cokes." she said.

"Your mom said to take you girls directly home." Bob started, brushing gravel from his shoulder.

"My mom ain't here to save you." said Lori as she got out of the car. The keys made an odd bulge in her 
tight cotton panties. Susan got out and walked around the car. The other girls watched from the back seat.

Bob suddenly realized how deserted and secluded that particular part of the lot was. The girls were acting a 
bit intimidating. And how in the hell did Lori just take that car away from him? He made a brave front of 
it, though. After all, they were just a bunch of girls.

"I don't need your mothers protection to take care of a few little girls." he said. "Just get back in the car and 
give me my keys."

"Little girls? I'll tell you what." said Lori with an edge in her voice. "How about a little contest?" She 
locked her hands on her head, leaving herself open for attack. "If you can take the keys from me we'll go 
home peacefully."

"I should give you all a good spanking." muttered Bob, partly in anger and partly dipping into a 
subconscious fantasy.

"Ooo! Spank me! Spank me!" came the calls from the back seat.

"This is ridiculous." he responded.

"Ridiculous or not, it's the only way your getting out of here." said Susan who had maneuvered behind 
him. She was shorter than Bob but maybe ten pounds heavier. She flexed her arms up and expanded them 
beyond what Bob would have believed possible. He realized in a flash that she was much stronger than he. 
The intimidation Susan had over him began a spiral of self-doubt. He never felt this small drinking with his 
buddies at the bar. Was this a clutch of amazon children? He gathered himself together. The highjacking 
episode was a fluke, he decided. They couldn't possibly overpower him - at least not just Lori.

"Fine." he said. "Let's get this farce over with."

He stepped forward reached down for his keys in Lori's panties. In a flash she grabbed his hands in hers 
and pushed him back, clenching his hands in an iron grip. He leaned into her, intent on pressing her back 
into the car. She took one step back to brace herself, but beyond that she did not budge.

Bob's chest pressed into Lori's as they both dug in and pushed for all they were worth. Lori tightened her 
grip on Bob's hands. Bones shifted in the meat of his hand and ground together. The girls in the back seat 
cheered and whistled. Bob let out an involuntary whimper as the pain in his hands grew unbearable.

Suddenly Lori let go and side stepped as Bob went crashing into his car. He flipped over just in time to 
take Lori's booted foot square in his bread basket. Snot shot from his nostrils as the air left his lungs. He 
gasped and clutched his stomach. Was that a fractured rib?

He saw a flash of white and Lori's boot landed a punishing blow to his temple, knocking him to his hands 
and knees. His vision blurred and his ears began to ring. He had been in a lot of fights as a young man, but 
had never been hit that hard.

Lori took a baton from one of the girls in the back seat and slipped it under Bob's chin, then she straddled 
his neck. From there she pulled his neck up and choked him against her hot box. His car keys dug into the 
back of his neck. He gagged and tugged at the baton, but couldn't get a good hold. Just as light began to 
fade from Bob's eyes and the sounds of jeering girls became distant, Lori dropped him face down onto the 
filthy pavement.

"This is too easy." she complained. "I want more of a fight." She walked around Bob as he slowly regained 
consciousness. Once he rose to his knees she stepped up behind him and applied a full Nelson.

She lifted him to his feet and walked him over to the dumpster and started sliding his face up and down the 
filthy, cold metal. "Do you think I'm just a little girl now?" she taunted him. "You are one pathetic worm. 
I'm telling my mother to fire your lame ass."

That was all the motivation Bob needed to make one last charge. Still within her full Nelson he spun them 
both around and slammed her into the dumpster with all his weight. After three blows she broke her hold 
and fell to her knees.

Susan stepped forward. "Stay out of this!" yelled Lori. Susan glared at Bob, but stepped back.

Bob, watching Susan carefully, grabbed Lori by her hair and lifted her to her feet. Then he pulled her over 
to his car and slammed her against it, face first.

He reached up her skirt and pulled her panties down from behind. She was groggy and unable to put up a 
struggle. He slid his thumb down her ass crack searching for his keys with his fingers. Instead his finger 
found her moist and inviting quim.

As he fondled her privates, she moaned and writhed under him as he kept her pinned to the back seat door. 
The girls inside watched from the window as he lifted her sweater with his free hand and liberally 
massaged her firm belly and chest.

Both Bob and Lori had turned a corner in their battle now. They panted hot and heavy, not from exertion, 
but from arousal. Lori's squirming was by no means an attempt to break free. She mashed her firm round 
ass into Bob's groin, searching for his meat, and she found it throbbing hard, aligning with the fleshy crack 
between her cheeks.

Bob let go of her tits just long enough to pull out his tube steak and slip it into her panties between her 
crotch and his palm. He pressed it up along her lips and slid it back and forth. Then he popped the tip into 
Lori quim, spreading her tight lips apart.

"Oh yes." moaned Lori.

Susan wrapped one meaty arm over Bob's shoulders. The unexpected weight of it buckled his knees. She 
leaned her full lips into his ear and whispered, "If you break that girl's hyman, I will crush every bone in 
your body and leave you to die where you stand." Then she sent a thrill down his spine as she stuck her 
strong tongue deep into his ear.

"Back off, Susan." Grunted Lori with her eyes rolling back in her head. "I can handle this." Once again, 
Susan backed away, but Bob knew she was still there.

Bob withdrew and went back to work, sliding his cock, now throbbing greater than before, along Lori's 
twat lips, careful to keep it from sliding in.

The girls in the car gasped as Bob's cock head popped out from under Lori's skirt, then disappeared, then 
popped out again, now dripping with juice. The girl nearest the window stuck her head out and offered her 
mouth to his occasionally protruding organ.

Now Bob lost control. He humped hard and fast, slamming Lori into the car over and over. Lori grunted 
and moaned with every thrust. Bob jammed his cock in and out of the plushly lined mouth of the 
accommodating girl inside.

Lori came first with a grunt and a squeal that echoed into the night. Then Bob, driven to greater strokes, 
splattered his wad in four consecutive waves all over the girls in the car. The first load gagged the closest 
girl, filling her mouth and overflowing down her chin. She was forced to back away and choke it down. 
The next load sprayed the other two in the eyes. The third, dripped to their sweaters and legs. As the last 
and most fertile wave blasted from his penis onto their eager faces gathered near, his keys dropped from 
Lori's panties onto the pavement below.

Without ceremony, he tucked himself back in and zipped. Lori lay basking in the afterglow against his 
feeble economy car as he pulled her panties back up, patting her ass to signify that her was done with her. 
As he bent down to get his keys, however, he had to give her perfect ass cheeks each a grateful, tender kiss.

"Now it's time to take you little girls home." said Bob. "Who do I drop off first?"

The next morning, Ms. Able called Bob into her office.

"Lori tells me you did an excellent job last night, Bob, magnificent she called it." she began, sitting on the 
desk before him as usual, wearing pink panties that day. "She says you conducted yourself very well, and 
she looks forward to seeing you again. How would you say it went."

Bob gulped. Fear clutched his bowels. How much had her daughter really told her? "No trouble at all Ms. 
Able. Took them right..."

Ms. Able didn't wait for Bob to finish talking. "Actually, I think she has developed a kind of crush on you." 
Ms. Able had a funny glint in her eye. "What do you think of that?"

"She's just a child, ma'am." His heart was pounding. He saw his career going down in flames.

"Still, she has good instincts. And Jan mentioned the other day she thought you were well endowed." She 
leaned forward. "Just between me and you, I've had every man Lori's had a crush on in the past five years 
and she hasn't been wrong yet. All of them were absolute orgasm machines." Ms. Able winked a knowing 
wink.

Bob became overwhelmed with terror and dropped to his knees between Ms. Able's legs. "Nothing 
happened Ms. Able! I took them all straight home, I swear!"

"Take it easy, Bob. You haven't failed me." Then she raised an eyebrow. He looked so vulnerable down 
there between her knees, and vulnerable men were a weakness of hers. "While you're down there, I have 
another job for you." And she forced his face up under her skirt. She shoved her silky, panties to one side 
and slid his nose deep into her muff. She casually humped his face as she sat there on her desk.

By reflex Bob pushed back and tried to break free, but he was held fast. He had to gulp for air in fits and 
starts as it was available. His nose was wedged tight by Ms. Able's quim and his mouth was jammed 
against her buoyant ass cheeks. The grip that Lori had shown as she crushed his hands last night was 
nothing to the power her mother displayed. Bob could see there was no question. He was simply 
overmatched this time. His struggles were not only ineffective, they went unnoticed.

Over the span of two hours Ms. Able rubbed her groin on his nose sometimes faster, sometimes slower. 
Repeatedly, she quivered and mounted the steps of ecstasy. She clamped her firm legs onto his head and 
came joyfully over his eyes, nose, and mouth until it dripped down his silk tie. She grunted and squealed 
each time, just as her daughter had, only with greater power and energy.

When she finally released him he fell backward, gasping for air. "Thanks, Bob." said Ms. Able dabbing 
perspiration from her brow with a monogrammed hanky. "I needed that release. I get so little time to take 
care of these things."

"Ms. Able." Bob's cock pounded and begged for attention. He had ideas of getting a little relief himself.

"Shut up."

He stifled and lay at her feet.

"I think I can trust my daughter in your hands. She'll be safe. I may be bigger than her yet, but I don't work 
out near as much as she does, and I could have easily killed you with my meat right here in this office." A 
shudder ran through her as she dabbed sweat from her exposed cleavage. "Ooooo. I like that in a dog. Okay 
little man. You've just become my lap dog. Be at my place at 8:00 tonight for a kick-off meeting. Now go 
home, wash up, and rest."

"Yes, Ms. Able." Bob slithered out of the office and back to his apartment for a shower. He wasn't sure to 
be elated or mad as hell. On the one hand he was going to make a ton of money, but on the other hand, 
every one was bound to figure out he was just Ms. Able's dog!

Hmmm. lap dog to a tall, gorgeous, sexually isolated goddess... As he showered the merits of the job 
started to stand out more.

When Bob arrived at Ms. Able's home, Susan answered the door wearing a XXL football jersey. It was 
tattered and worn. One of her nipples protruded through a well placed hole. It hung down just far enough 
so that he wasn't sure she was wearing anything else.

"Are you just going to stand there, or do you have the balls to come in?" she asked him.

He stepped in. She pressed against him, leaving him only enough space to get by. He tried to push the door 
open a bit more, but quickly gave that up as she smirked knowingly up at him.

"Hello Bob." said Ms. Able as she rushed past on her way into an adjacent den. "Susan, send him in here 
wont you?"

Susan pulled Bob's jacket off and shoved him into the room. He landed sprawling at Ms. Able's feet.

"Thank you dear." said Mrs. Able.

"Any time." said Susan cheerfully.

"The baton team is having a little sleep over tonight." explained Ms. Able. "I may ask you to check in on 
them from time to time."

"Yes Ms. Able." he whispered, fearfully.

With that they got down to work. Occasionally Ms. Able bounced an idea off of Bob, but usually she was 
sending him for tea, making him massage her feet, or having him type notes into her computer.

Around 10:00 there was a thump from the room upstairs. "That's the girls." said Ms. Able. "Go check on 
them, Bob. Tell them to keep it down."

"Yes Ms. Able."

He mounted the stairs with trepidation. He could hear the giggles coming from behind a closed door. He 
knocked softly and the door sprang wide open. It was the girl from the back seat who had sucked his dick 
through the window. He hadn't realized how tall she was, taller than he.

She squealed, tugged him into the room, leaped onto him encircling his waist with her long legs and forced 
her tongue down his throat. He stood there holding her ass, getting stiffer and stiffer, not sure what to do. 
Then the two of them were bowled over by the entire herd. He was buried under half naked, excited, 
voluptuous, giggling girls who went to work ripping his clothes away.

"Let him up." came one commanding voice. At first he feared it was Ms. Able, but then he realized it was 
Lori. The girls sulked but rolled off and stood to one side.

Lori sat down on his chest and slid her smooth legs to either side of his face. She wore a white button down 
shirt, unbuttoned, and nothing else. Her glistening blond bush tickled his chin. Each girl wore only a shirt 
of some sort, just long enough to cover their asses when not seated or walking.

"I'll give you round one, Bob." said Lori. "If I hadn't been so merciful, I would have won. But you took me 
and dominated me at the end. Now it's time for round two."

The other girls started crying out, not fair. They wanted their turn.

"Okay." replied Lori. "I'll give you three a turn to tag team him, then he's mine."

Susan and Lori backed away and the three other girls circled Bob.

"I can't stay and play." he told them. "Your mom just wants you to settle down. Now just give me back my 
clothes and I'll..."

The tall girl who was just kissing him grabbed his head, pulled it down between her thighs, and clamped it 
there.

"Good move Tina!" said Susan.

Tina flexed her long slim legs and closed Bob's wind pipe. He didn't want to wait around to grow faint. He 
stood erect, flipping her upside down. She held firm. Bob flipped over onto his back landing full on top of 
her.

As the air left her lungs on impact it tickled Bob's balls from underneath. Tina gasped and let his head go.

He sat up on her tits and his cock slapped down onto her face. She had a moment to star at it cross-eyed 
before the next girl knocked him off of her.

This redheaded girl was a scrapper, but the smallest of the lot. Fresh from his quick victory over Tina, Bob 
flipped over on top of the young spitfire and planted a knee in her belly. She lost her wind, but kept 
clawing for Bob. He pulled her up and hammered his fist three times into her abdomen, crumbling her to 
the floor.

Before he could savor victory the most voluptuous of the lot knocked him to the ground. She outweighed 
Bob by twenty pounds and just as tall. She fell on him and they began to wrestle for position.

Wendy and Bob rolled about the room. First one was on top, then the other. Bob punched Wendy in the 
belly several times, but she was of much sturdier stuff than her friends. His fist just bounced to the side. 
Then Wendy got the upper hand and landed her knee into Bob's stomach. It was his turn to gasp for air. 
Then she leaped on Bob's chest and pinned his hands over his head with her broad knees.

"That a girl Wendy! Smother him." yelled Susan.

Wendy leaned forward and engulfed his head and shoulders with her massive rack. She grabbed the back 
of his head and pressed it into her cleavage. She used her arms to force her breasts together around his face. 
Bob squirmed and convulsed, but Wendy held her position, splaying her legs out to the sides.

Within half a minute Bob ran dangerously low on air. "Please stop. I can't breath." he blubbered from 
under Wendy's tits.

Wendy did not budge. Bob punched her weakly in the arm a few times, then slowly went limp.

When he lay motionless for a several seconds Wendy finally sat up, raising her arms in victory. The other 
two girls grabbed her up and hugged her. Tina stomped on Bob's chest a few times and soon he gulped for 
air at their feet.

Then Ms. Able opened the door. Bob lay twisted, breathless, and naked in the middle of this circle of girls, 
her daughter among them.

"I'm not done with him yet girls. I just sent him up to tell you to keep quiet."

The girls looked at the floor and scuffled their painted toe nails in the carpet. "Sorry Ms. Able."

Sorry mom." said Lori. "Will you be long?"

"Another few hours. Just give him something to wear and send him back down."

Lori gave Bob a nightshirt with a picture of a big eyed puppy on it and pushed him into the hall.

When he got to the den Ms. Able was standing in front of a plush chair. She wore a white shirt like her 
daughters only hers was mostly buttoned. Underneath, rather than being naked she wore a pair of form 
fitting, red silk hot pants. She had been wearing a black skirt over them, but it was not evident now.

"Seeing you like this has broken my concentration, Bob. We're going to have to get a little physical 
business out of the way before we continue."

She sauntered up to Bob, bent down to him, and gently kissed his face and neck. Her long hands cradled 
his entire skull. His cock jumped to attention. She pinned him to the wall and rubbed her groin on his hip 
bone.

Bob became bold and unbuttoned her blouse. She let him remove it entirely. Ms. Able overwhelmed Bob 
with her bounty, mashing him into the wall and thrusting against him. He finally managed to squirm 
around so that her lower thigh stroked his cock as she humped.

That was more than the woman could stand. First, she tore her hot pants into ribbons with her bare hands in 
a ecstatic frenzy. Then, she lifted him and used his body to clear her desk of books, glasses and laptop 
computers, then slammed him onto it and mounted his face.

Bob eagerly worked her ass and clit with his entire face. He was so busy, he almost didn't notice that she 
had placed his rod completely within her cleavage. When he did he started humping into it. The give of her 
firm breasts was all the room he had to work, and it was ample.

He was nearing climax when she jumped up and flipped him over, jarring his quivering balls into the 
unforgiving table. She mashed the back of his head into her groin and took her pleasure in long decisive 
strokes. He was becoming very familiar with the Able women's orgasms. She came twice there before 
flipping him over again.

This time she crawled teasingly up his body from his feet. She rose powerfully over him and grasped his 
thick firm meat. And, to Bob's great joy, she rubbed it on her blond glistening bush.

She rubbed and teased her own quim, inserted Bob's head just within, and then popped it back out. She did 
this only five times before Bob shoot a monstrous wad straight up her body, between her swaying boobs 
and directly into her face. Upon seeing what he did, he came again, drenching her right nipple. It couldn't 
help but feel good, no matter how certain he was that he was about to die.

Ms. Able wrapped the long powerful fingers of one hand around Bob's throat and lifted him into the air. He 
dangled there, still basking in the afterglow, even as he choked.

"You will lick this crap off of me." growled the amazon. "You have as long as it takes you to choke to 
death."

Still holding him by his throat, she lifted him to her face. Bob lapped up his own jiz and tried to swallow, 
but her grip was too tight. He lapped some more, but soon his mouth became too full to continue. He 
swallowed as hard as he could. It slithered down his throat in a long narrow stream.

He cleaned her face, then she moved him down to her neck, her cleavage, her belly (where his feet 
mercifully touch ground) and then back up to her nipple. She held him up sucking her long after the last 
drop of jiz was removed, until he nearly slipped into darkness.

The sudden impact of the floor blasted him back to reality as she dropped him at her feet. She kneeled over 
him and took one more orgasm up and down the length of his entire body, sliding up and down in the 
sweat and come that covered him. When she climaxed the aftershocks that racked her body nearly shattered 
Bob's ribs. 

From between her legs he prayed for life.

"God I needed that." she said as she rolled over onto the carpet. She huffed and puffed for a moment then 
sat up against the chair. "Now clean me up and go play with the girls." 

Later, tired, frightened, and covered in feminine goo, Bob knocked on the door upstairs.

Tina answered again and again leaped on him and dominated him with her tongue before the others joined 
in. Lori and Susan stood back and let the other three use Bob for a while, adding their come to that of Ms. 
Able's. When they had each climaxed at least once Susan shooed them away. They remained content to 
cheer and play with each other from the side lines.

"Now Lori," said Susan, "I think you need to work on your punches. You're not throwing your full weight 
behind them." She bent down and lifted Bob to his feet and whispered in his ear. "Knock her out and I'll let 
you go home." Bob was ready.

Then Susan said to Lori "Now let's pretend Bob here is a threat. You come at him with some punches."

Lori started prancing back and forth like a cartoon boxer in front of Bob, cheered on by the onlookers. Bob 
took several swings at her head but she easily danced and weaved out of harms way. She answered each of 
his thrusts with humiliating slaps to his face while he was off balance.

Then she landed a brutal 1-2-3 combination into his ribs. His knees buckled but he kept his footing.

"Step into it more." instructed Susan. Bob clutched his stomach.

Lori banged him in the jaw with an upper-cut just to straighten him up and move his hands. Then she 
landed two sadistic blows to his lower ribs. Each sent blood and snot blasting from his nose and mouth. 
The onlookers cheered and hugged each other.

"Now you got it!" yelled Susan. Lori turned her back on Bob who seemed dead on his feet. She walked 
away, satisfied that their was nothing left for her to prove here.

"Now let me have a turn." said Susan. She slammed Bob up against a wall and went to work. Everywhere 
she dropped a fist, Bob grew a bruise. She closed his eyes and opened his lips. She turned his ears into 
vegetables and his ribs into kindling. His face was a lumpy, unrecognizable pile. She kept hammering, 
never letting him fall to the floor, until she was done. Then she stepped aside and down he went.

Much later, when Ms. Able opened the door she saw the three girls curled up together in bed with their 
faces nestled near her daughter's naked lap. Then she saw Susan resting in the comfy chair. Bob's body 
dangled out from under her, limp as death. Her wide powerful ass covered his head and shoulders.

"Is he alive, dear?" asked Ms. Able.

"He's still warm." replied Susan. "I guess he's alive."

"That's nice." said Ms. Able. "Did you girls have fun? Did everyone get a turn?"

"Just barely, Ms. Able. Could you send us a sturdier one next time? He was just hamburger by the time I 
got him."

"You girls are getting pretty strong. I better make that a couple sturdier ones. I'll keep this one though." She 
winked down at the girl. "I haven't come that hard in years."

"You know best ma'am."

"Sleep well, Susan. Thanks for watching over my daughter."

"Any time." she replied cheerfully.