Val, Trish and Big Alice
By Montrose
Three girlfriends mug men for profit

Val huddled with her friends in the mall's food court. "We'll work it just like last time," 
she told them, making eye contact to judge their resolve. 18 year old girls can be flighty 
sometimes. But she (and, she believed her friends) were better than most.

Big Alice was as steady as a rock, looking forward to a little rough stuff. Val couldn't 
blame her - Alice stood 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighed a muscular 195 pounds. It must 
feel good to own all that power. She had the agility and reflexes of an alley cat. And the 
morals to match. Val liked her even if she wasn't very bright. At least she was easy to 
lead. And Val loved to be the leader.

Round faced, olive skinned Trish looked a little nervous, playing with one of her dark, 
wavy tresses. She was probably computing everything that could go wrong. Trish was, to 
Val's way of thinking, a "pleasingly plumb" brainiac. She stood 5 feet 7 inches and 
weighed 155, most of it in her chest and hips; an attractive, Italian build. Many is the boy 
who commented on how fun that big, bubble-ass was to bounce on. She was usually easy 
to lead because she often paralyzed herself with over-thinking, but sometimes she could 
be a real bitch.

Val stood 5 feet 10 inches tall and weighed 127 pounds. She was proud of her lean legs 
and firm rack. (Truth be told, she was a little jealous of Trish's pushin-cushion - her 
highly popular back porch swing.) Val had the body of a supermodel - wasp thin waist 
and high rise hooters - she had her own following of boys, no doubt. But she was never 
worshipped, like so many men and boys did with Trish.

Val envied Trish her tush, just as she also wished she was as strong as Alice. She wanted 
to be able to beat up big men and make them give her what she wanted. Being full of 
daring and self confidence, of course, she had tried fighting some very big men. She had 
some success, particularly if she got her long, powerful legs around his neck. Other times, 
she got spanked. Lucky for her, the three of them stuck together. If Val got in trouble 
with her daring, either Alice could fight them out of it, or Trish could think of a way out.

Right now what they needed wasn't a man, but money. They wanted to see a movie. And 
stray men were a good source of quick cash.
	
"I've spotted a pigeon sitting at the table in the corner - up against two walls - nice 
clothes - probably has cash - no wedding band..." Val said.

"Not that I care if he did," Alice broke in.

"He'll be freer with his money if he doesn't have to tell his wife what happened," Trish 
reasoned.

"Remember. You girls stand so as to give him and me some privacy and I'll get him 
worked up."

"What about the mall cops?" Trish asked.

"We can handle them," Alice smirked. 

"That's what I'm afraid of," Trish hissed. "You nearly killed that one from the other mall. 
We can't go back there now. If one of them challenges us, let's try sweet talk before you 
go and break his knee caps!"

Alice rolled her eyes. "I left him one good one."

"She's right," Val said. "We can do this without turning it into a riot. Right Alice?"

Alice shrugged.

"Good. Let's do this."

They sidled up to the small table in the corner. A man of about 30 years of age sat their 
eating a burger and fries. Val walked up and bumped his elbow with her thigh muscle. 
The man looked up and was greeted by a close-up of the front of Val's pleated mini. His 
eyes lingered on her firm legs before moving up to her sculpted belly (pierced belly 
button - tear drop diamond) exposed under her short white top. He gulped as he took in 
her ample rack, hanging over his head. Finally, his eyes moved all the way up to her 
smiling face, with her blonde pony tails dangling on either side. 

"Hi there," Val said cheerfully, wiggling her fingers at him. "Mind if I sit?" The man 
looked too stunned to answer. Val sat. She fluffed her skirt in a way that gave him a brief 
peek at her pink panties, then she crossed her legs.

Alice and Trish moved in and blocked his view of the rest of the food court, and it of 
him. He looked up at them. Val stroked his hand with her long fingers. His eyes snapped 
back to her.

"I have a little story to tell you." She took one of his fries and tapped it on her full bottom 
lip before sliding it into her mouth. "You wanna hear it?" Her eyes sparkled.

The man grew a cock-eyed grin and nodded slowly.

"Me and my friends were just talking about how we all woke up this morning sooo damn 
horny, we just couldn't STAND it!" Val giggled and winked. Trish and Alice giggled on 
cue. "You know what we did about it?"

Val silently counted off seven seconds before the man managed to gasp out, "What?"

"Each of us, in our own separate beds, did the very same thing. We slid our fingers down, 
into our panties, like this." Val leaned back, lifted her skirt, and slid the fingers of her left 
hand into her pink panties. Trish moved to block what Val was doing from the sight of 
others in the food court. Her wide hips were good for this. "And we... you know... finger 
fucked," she giggled. "Like this. Yeah... all three of us, in different houses... oh... taking 
a four digit ride... oh yeah..." She slapped her clam as the man sat watching, his mouth 
hanging open. "It felt soooo good. Yes it does. We all came over and over!" she moaned, 
getting a little carried away. Then, she giggled and jerked her hand back out of her 
panties. She sat forward again. She wiped her wet fingers on the man's blushing cheek. 
He turned his face to smell her damp fingers, his eyes closing in order to concentrate.

That's when she knew she had him. It was time to set the hook.

"We're still wearing the same panties we came in this morning," she continued. "Each of 
us is wearing hot, wet panties just dripping with our juices and smells." She tucked her 
wet fingers into his open mouth. He licked them. "How would you like to buy our hot, 
smelly panties, big boy?" Her voice was husky and sensual, breathy.

"How much?" he asked, immediately reaching for his wallet.

"Come out to the alley with us and you can take them off of us yourself for $50 each."

"Take them... off... I can?" The man pulled out his wallet and counted bills. "I... I've 
got... DAMN! I've only got $97." His hands were trembling. 

Val stifled a laugh. The poor man was raging to buy their dirty panties. "The ATM is 
right over there," She said in a brusque tone. "If you don't have $150 inside of two 
minutes, we walk." Val leaned back and folded her arms under her boobs.

The man stood and bumping into Big Alice, and bounced back a step. She was 3 inches 
taller than him barefoot, 5 in the heels she was wearing, and 30 pounds heavier - all 
muscle. "Don't make us wait," she snarled down at him.

He sprinted to the ATM. 

Val and Alice snickered.

"We're not out of the woods yet," warned Trish.

"Relax," said Val. "That man is our dog. We play it just like we did last time and no one 
will ever know. He'll be too humiliated to report us."

When the man came back smiling, Val stood and put her arm through his. "How much 
did you take out, big boy?" she asked innocently. 

"$100. I'll need some cash left over."

Val laughed.

"What?" he asked.

"Oh nothing. Let's take this exit." Val led the man outside with Trish and Alice trailing. 
She curved him around to a spot where the building made an alcove covered over with 
tall, thick bushes. She pushed him into the bushes, and followed. There was a hollow 
behind them.

"You know... maybe I shouldn't... uh..." he was starting to look nervous. The setting 
was quite isolated. Even though it was the middle of the afternoon, the bushes made it 
rather dark.

"You're not scared of three girls, are you?" Val asked. She rubbed up against him and 
fondled his groin with her thigh. In her heels, she was an inch taller than him. He was 
stiff - she could feel his boner throb against her leg. It was huge. She whispered in his 
ear. "Do me first, you big horny man." 

She turned and put her hands on the bricks, proffering her ass to the man. He smiled and 
slid his hands up under her short skirt. "Okay, sweetheart," he purred. "Wow, fancy 
whale tail panties. Very nice."

"You'll get a better view if you kneel," Val whispered. 

The man smiled more broadly and knelt behind her. "Oh my..." he sighed as he slowly 
slid her warm panties down. "Magnificent legs." His hands gently pulled the panties first 
over one shoe, and then the next. One of his hands wondered back up and slid gently over 
her fuzzy quim. Val shivered involuntarily. She wouldn't have minded letting him take 
her from behind - his choice of hole - but that was not the deal. Better stick to the plan, 
she told herself. And the plan called for her to say something.

"You wanna kiss my tender little ass?" Her voice quivered involuntarily.

He leaned forward and kissed Val's warm hind end. She felt his tongue slide up her ass 
crack and rim her bung-hole as his fingers diddled her pie.

"OH!" she moaned, twisting her hips on his wet lips. She moved so that his mouth slid 
over her tight muff. "Oh yeah...."

"Not so fast, Romeo," Alice stepped in and pulled him back, playing her part (sooner 
than Val would have liked). "She said just a kiss. Don't get carried away, or I'll break 
you." She held his shoulder so tight that he winced.

"Okay!" he moaned. "Take it easy! I wont hurt anyone."

"Damn right you wont."

Val was panting and pink cheeked when she turned around. "All right, then. I guess that's 
it for me. You're next." She pointed at Trish. 

Trish stepped into place before the man, hands on the bricks, legs spread. He slid his 
hands up her short skirt, lifting it.

"Jesus!" he gasped when he saw her wide, pert hams, so buoyant and perfectly round. 
"This is the hottest ass I've ever seen! Sweet mother of all bounty! You are the Earth 
fucking Goddess!"

Val sighed. 

Trish smiled and giggled. "Lick me too, handsome. And take your time about it. There's 
plenty of ground to cover." She jiggled her fleshy cheeks in his face.

"CHRIST!" he shouted.

Alice knelt behind him and whispered in his ear. "Shhh! You'll get us all busted. I bet 
you would like to run your tongue up into that sweet valley."

"Yes yes yes yes yes!" he panted as his hands slowly lowered Trish's delicate, eggshell 
white, silk panties.

"Go right ahead," Alice whispered in his ear. "And don't hold back. She loves having 
men's faces up her big butt."

"I do love it," Trish panted. "Bury your face, stud."

The man leaned forward. Alice leaned forward behind him. Trish braced herself.

When the man had his head firmly housed between Trish's cheeks, Alice moved in from 
behind and held it there with her solid chest. She locked one hand onto Trish's firm thigh 
and the other under the man's chin, keeping his face planted. Trish pushed back, helping 
to lock his face in place. She clamped her glutious maximus tight. A lot of muscle was 
stored in those jaunty cheeks.

He struggled and shouted, pushing against Trish's firm butt, slapping out at Trish and 
Alice, Pulling at Alice's iron grip on his chin. His struggles were as nothing against the 
combined force of both Trish and Alice. Alice alone would have been more than he could 
handle. And his screams were smothered, as was he, by Trish's ample bottom. Not a 
sound left the bushes.

It took almost two minutes for him to stop moving. Alice dropped him to the ground and 
began searching his pockets. Trish turned and checked - he was still alive. "Thank god," 
She panted. "I would hate to have a man die up my butt."

"It's bound to happen some day," Val snapped. "Either like this or from driving himself 
to a fucking heart attack humping you ass."

Trish smiled. "A supermodel like you isn't jealous of a pudgy thing like me, is she?" Her 
eyes twinkled.

Val sighed. "Truce. Okay? Just... truce."

Trish tossed her curly locks and laughed. She absent-mindedly fingered her exposed pie 
under her skirt as she watched Alice check the man for valuables.

Alice came up with $197, plus a gold pocket watch and car keys. She tossed the keys 
deeper into the bushes. "What kind of geek caries a pocket watch these days?" 

"I'll take the watch as a trophy," Val said as she lifted it from Alice's hand. "Tie him up 
and let's go."

Alice slid out of her Speedo panties. She stuffed those into his mouth. She used Trish's 
bigger panties to tie a gag over his mouth. Then she used Val's whale tail panties to hog 
tie his hands and feet together behind his back.

Giggling, the girls leaped out of the bushes and ran around to the cinema.




After the movie, the girls came out carrying the remains of their popcorn. Trish had a 
second bag of Gummy Bears. Val secretly hoped they would take Trish past built for 
comfort and into just plain fat.

Alice pointed to the bushes. The man was just then crawling out. He had managed to get 
his hands and feet free and was still untying the gag. He was covered all over with twigs 
and dirt. His face was scratched. The girls couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He spotted them and ran over. Val casually pulled his watch from the small pocket on the 
front of her short skirt. "Looks like we have time to catch another flick, ladies."

"My watch!" he shouted as he stopped before them, shaking with rage. "You had no call 
to rob me! I'm turning you in!"

"You do, little man," snarled Alice, "and I'll pull off your balls and eat them!" with that 
she stuffed a handful of popcorn into her mouth and chewed it menacingly.

He reached for the watch. With the speed of a cat, Alice smacked him in the mouth with a 
backhand so hard it sent him onto his ass. He stood, slowly, bleeding from his lip. Alice 
acted like she would strike again and he flinched. He stepped back, ready to run. She 
already had him beat.

"If you're going to turn us in, you should know a little more about us," said Trish.

"Such as?" the man asked, still keeping half an eye in Big Alice.

"For one thing, you may need to tell the police that the girls you were buying the panties 
from, the same girls you were having oral sex with, are all only fifteen years old."

The man leaped back. "I never! Oral! You can't be! Not 15!"

Val smiled, catching on to Trish's plan. "I hear child molesters have a real hard time of it 
in prison."

Now the man was shaking like a leaf. "I... I didn't know. I swear I would never! You 
look older... well... old enough, anyway..." He fell to his knees and held his head in his 
hands, crying. "Oh Jesus! What am I going to do?"

Val actually felt sorry for him. She almost felt guilty about lying to him about how old 
they were. Sure, he shouldn't be sniffing 18 year old butts either, him being all of 30. But 
they were of legal age. He hadn't broken any serious laws - not THAT serious. She held 
out his watch to him. "Here. I'll let you have this back." He was so frightened she had to 
put it into his trembling hand.

Trish patted him on the head. "You just keep your mouth shut, and so will we. Deal?"

He nodded. "Anything you say." Then he ran out into the parking lot.

"You think he has realized he doesn't have his keys?" Trish asked.

"Poor sap." 

Alice shrugged. "What else is showing?"

Val threw the remaining money toward the other two girls. "Catch me tomorrow." She 
ran toward the bushes. Her long legs covered the ground quickly. In no time, she found 
the keys Alice had flung aside. Then she ran back out and after the man.

"Slut!" yelled Alice as Val sped past. "You just want his tongue on your snatch again!"

"Nothing wrong with that," said Trish. "He showed promise."

Val spotted and easily caught up with the man, who was by now panting and jogging, 
holding a stitch in his side.

"Hey mister," Val called, not at all out of breath as she trotted up next to him. "You'll 
need these." She handed him his keys.

He dropped down to one knee, gasping for air. It was a huge parking lot and a long way 
to his car. He had seen Val catching up and had tried to outrun her - afraid she was going 
to blackmail him.

"Are you all right?" Val asked. His face was red and sweaty.

He looked up at her. "You're... pretty... damn fast," he panted.

Val smiled. "That was nothing. You should see me go when I'm not wearing heels."

He looked down and saw she was wearing two inch heels. "Good... fucking god!" he 
gasped. He gulped. He was catching his breath now. "So, are you here to... tempt me 
right into prison?"

"Oh... uh... No," said Val, blushing. "Actually, only Trish, the fat one, is under age. I'm 
18." Another lie - they were all 18.

"The fat one? Do you mean the one with the glorious body? God... she had the most 
amazing... uh..." The look on Val's face let him know he was sticking his foot in his 
mouth. "I mean... yes... Fat... fat, she was. Very... wow... fat." He coughed.

"Forget it," Val sighed. "Don't bother lying. I thought I could... you know... make it up 
to you. I mean, you paid enough. Maybe if you got more out of it, you wouldn't feel 
ripped off." She sidled up to him and petted his hair. "I kinda like that thing you were 
doing with your tongue."

The man stood up, with a little help from Val. Hope sprang from his eyes. "You mean 
it?"

Val took his arm once more. "Which car is yours, big boy?"




The next day Trish and Alice went looking for Val. They found her still in bed, smelling 
of dick breath. Alice only laughed. Trish, asked questions.

"Was he any good?"

Val groaned. "Hung like a horse and very attentive. I'll may never walk again."

"Really! Did he mention me at all? Cuz I thought he kinda liked me. You know... when 
he was looking me over. I mean, did you hear him go on about my..."

Val looked up. "Let me have this one, please?" 

"Just one turn with him, Val. You can have him after that. I just want one good..."

"No! You're always hogging all the boys! And their never the same afterwards! Keep 
your bubble-butt and hump-them-forever hooters away from this guy!"

"You don't need to get personal. I'm just..."

Val threw a pillow at Trish's head. 

Alice laughed. "That's right girls! Let's see you fight over him!"

Val leaped at Trish who tumbled backwards off the bed in a twisted pile of sheets. Trish 
screamed. Big Alice laughed at them both. If she wanted, she could bang their heads 
together and end it, but it was more amusing to watch them tussle.

They were a close match. For the first eight minutes of arm twisting, slapping and 
kicking, it could have gone either way, but Val never managed to get her long, muscular 
legs locked around Trish's neck, or things would have ended differently. Trish's (nearly) 
30 pound advantage carried the day as she slowly wore Val down by muscling her way 
out of pins and climbing on top, leaning down on the thinner girl. Eventually, Val became 
too weak to push Trish off, and Trish took control.

In the end, Trish sat up, puffing and pink cheeked, with her plump hind end on Val's 
head. "Gottcha!" She panted as she slapped Val's tight tummy. "You are owned, skinny 
bitch!" She had tied the twisted sheet in knots around the taller girl's arms and torso. She 
kept a close eye on Val's thrashing legs. "YES!" She held her fists up making muscles. 
Her biceps grew large humps, but not enough to impress Big Alice, who showed off her 
own rock hard muscles in reply.

"Get off!" came Val's muffled voice from under Trish's rump, struggling against her 
bonds.

"I want the man!" snapped Trish. "He's mine! Say it!" 
 
"Greedy bitch! You think every man is yours!" 

"They are, and the sooner you learn that the better!" Trish reached behind herself with 
one hand and grabbed Val's hair. With the other she pinched and twisted Val's right 
nipple. She bounced up and down three times on Val's head, mashing it against the 
hardwood floor with every bounce. It was cruel, but no more so than how Val treated her 
whenever she got her legs around Trish's neck in a fight.

"OUCH! OH! OUCH! Stop it!"

"What do you want her to stop?" asked Alice, mischievously. "Sparking your hooter or 
flattening your face?"

Val ignored Alice and yelled again at Trish. "You can have the bastard, god damn you! 
Just get your beefy butt the fuck off of me! I can't breath!"

"What did you say? Did the boney cunt just ask me what it's like to be asphyxiated under 
my luscious ass? Is that right, sister? Do you wanna know? You don't need to beg. Allow 
me to demonstrate." 

"NO! NO!" Val yelled. "Please!"

Trish pushed the side of Val's head with one foot to make her look straight up, then she 
shifted her hips so that Val's face vanished completely up her ass crack. The motion was 
so elegant and simplified, one could see it had been honed through repetition. She was 
used to assuming this position on one face or another. She settled down like a hen on an 
egg.  It took no effort at all.

Val kicked and screamed - though she could not be heard clearly through Trish's dense 
butt-meat. "This is what it feels like to be smothered, my dear, sweet, girl. Do you 
understand, or am I going too fast for you? Are you feeling it? Right now, you cannot 
breath, you see. Not one bit of air is making it into your skinny little lungs. I'll give you a 
moment to appreciate the feeling of suffocation." 

The juxtaposition of Trish's calm speech and Val's panicked flopping sent Alice into 
hysterics of laughter.

Trish sat, whistling and drumming her fingers on her smooth olive thighs. She fixed her 
hair, humming quietly, while Val's struggles grew weaker. Trish admired her perfect red 
nails until Val tapped her gently on her thigh three times, an act of submission.

Eventually, Trish lifted up a few inches. Val gasped for air, sucking it down in buckets. 
"And now, through my Goddess-like mercy, you can breathe again. Isn't that generous of 
me?"

Val only made air sucking noises in reply.

"Yes, I think it is," said Trish.

"You [pant] are going [pant] to regret..." Val began, but she was snuffed out once more 
when Trish settled back down on her face. Val took back up the fruitless fight for air, 
weaker this time. 
	
"Once more, for review, this is you not breathing." Trish absent mindedly fiddled with 
Val's nipples, making them painfully stiff, as she smothered her.

In due course, Trish lifted up again. "And now you can breath again. See the difference?"

"God damn [pant] you!" Val gasped, too weak to struggle, now. "Stop! [pant] Please!" 
[pant]

"I'm still not sure which one she likes more," Alice said. "The nipple torture or your 
hams in her face."

"Kiss my big patooty and tell me how pretty it is, and I'll consider letting you go." Trish 
wagged her fanny in Val's face.  "Go ahead. Kiss it."

Alice snickered and leaned forward for a better look. "This I gotta see."

Defeated, Val gave Trish's left cheek a quick kiss. "You have the most stunning bottom 
on Earth, all right? Happy? It's..." she rubbed her cheek on it, "so smooth... and round 
and... a gorgeous olive complexion and... god damn it... it even smells good. Do you 
perfume this fucker?"

Trish giggled. "Just a dab. Like it?"

Val kissed Trish's right cheek, a lingering kiss this time, including tongue. She gave it a 
loving nibble. "It's captivating... intoxicating," she said earnestly. "I never realized how 
appealing ass could be."

"Yes, many men would rather kiss my ass than your face, I'm sure." Trish stood up 
suddenly, with Val still puckering, tongue hanging out, to kiss her butt again. Trish was 
all perky and bouncy, obviously pleased with herself. "That will do for now, chump. Next 
time I'll show you what tits are supposed to look like. You may rise," she said, as if she 
were a queen. "I set you free." She grabbed Val's jacket from the back of a chair and 
rifled through the pockets while Val struggled to disentangle herself from her sheets.

"Left pocket," snapped Val. She blushed, wondering if the others had noticed that kissing 
Trish's ass had arouse her so.

Trish found the piece of paper with a name and phone number on it. "Don't wait up, 
girls." Trish sashayed out of the room.

"That's the last you'll see of him until Trish is tired of him," Alice said. "Once that girl 
gets her hooks into a man, he doesn't leave until she kicks him out. We should video her 
sometime - see what the hell she does that..."

"Maybe he wont fuck her," Val broke in.

"Are you nuts? Did you hear him go on about her buns? He likes them even more than 
you do," Alice added with a grin.

"But he still thinks she's under age." Val decided to ignore the barb, though she blushed a 
little more.

Alice's big laugh rang out. "So he'll hold out until she shows him her driver's license, 
dumb ass!"

"Oh yeah. Crap!" Val slumped back onto her bed, feeling like the stupid one for once. 
"Well, one good thing. After the time I gave him last night, and the time Trish will give 
him today, he wont give a shit about being mugged the day before."

"Speaking of which, wanna go do it again? Find some other sucker? I saw some knee-
high Dom boots that I want."

Val looked up at her big friend. "Can we trap his head up my ass this time?" 

Alice shrugged. "And if you don't have enough ass for it, I'll smother them with a hand."

"Let's go."