The Lake
By Rampant Tiger.
This is Sequel 2 to the story of Karen, whose life as an amazing physical and sexual phenomenon is told in "KAREN". 

THE LAKE 

Leaving the luxurious motel that Karen and Ronnie had stayed at after 
their first day on the road, the two travellers decided to relax a 
little and spend the next few days far from civilization, just by 
themselves in some quiet meadow, near a lake or a mountain stream.  It
would give them a chance to recover from the hectic days behind them and 
let them recharge their batteries - both mental and physical.  Make that 
sexual as well, because even Karen's massively-muscled physique had been 
tested by their recent experience.  And Ronnie would need a few days of 
tender loving care to recover from the beating he had taken at the small, 
cruel hands of his domineering lover.  The countryside they were passing 
through was sparsely settled hill country, and it would not be hard to 
find a suitable place to spend a night - or several nights, if the weather 
held. So they left the highway and took to barely visible mountain trails.

The day was beautiful, the country was lush, and the trail was long and 
easy - a grand day for a ride on their powerful iron steed.  An hour or so
along the trail brought them to a small, but beautiful, secluded mountain 
lake, hedged on all sides by tree-covered hills.  A grassy meadow led to
a small beach shaded by overhanging trees, and a level-topped rise gave an
outstanding view of the blue, sun-splashed water - an ideal place for a 
quiet camp.  And here Karen and Ronnie set up their tent, spread their
blankets in the summer sun, and prepared for a pleasant stay.  But first,
after their long ride, the blue water beckoned and they decided on a re-
freshing dip.  

Dropping all of their clothes by the tent - in this wilderness, modesty was 
not a problem! - the two campers, mother and son, ran hand in hand, naked, 
down to the deeply-shelving shore.  Without a pause, they dived into the 
sunny water - and screamed in unison!   The lake, fed by mountain streams, 
was as cold as the ice it fed on, and it was sure refreshing!  Ronnie was 
out again almost before he got wet!  He stood on the shore in the sun and 
shivered himself dry.  Karen, on the other hand, after the initial shock 
had worn off, roared with glee.  "Ronnie, c'mon in.  This is great!  Boy!  
What a feeling!  The cold water tingles your skin and it makes you feel 
like a kid again.  Come on!" 

"No way!"  Ronnie wailed from the shore.  Karen laughed, and took off, with 
a powerful crawl stroke, for the opposite shore.  There, she climbed onto a 
large boulder and danced up and down, waving her arms, to attract Ronnie's
attention,  Ronnie waved back, but came no closer to the freezing water.
He just watched as Karen dived from the rock, in a flash of wet, golden 
skin, to power her way back to their beach.  Grinning widely, Karen came
ashore and headed toward her shivering son.  Ronnie - no dope, he! - took
off across the meadow, towards the woods, at a dead run.  Karen went after 
him.  The naked runners, like a scene from a Greek legend, crossed the 
meadow, into the woods, and circled the great trees.  Ronnie, his feet
toughened by years of going barefoot in the city, figured the rough ground 
would slow down his rapidly-gaining mother, but he dreamed!  Karen's 
feet were just as tough as his, and, slowed by the trees, he was soon in
range of his laughing pursuer's clutching reach.  He swiveled, he spun,
he dodged aside, but, in no time at all, he found himself imprisoned in 
strong, muscular arms.  Lifted high in the air. he was dropped onto a 
broad, muscle-capped shoulder and held there effortlessly by the amazon 
that had captured him so easily.  He struggled, he twisted, to no avail.
He just bounced on the shoulder as the woman it belonged to took off at 
a fast run toward the 'refreshing' lake.  With no pause at all, the two
of them, captor and captive, plunged into the icy water.  Ron died!  He
couldn't breathe, he couldn't talk, he couldn't even head for shore, for
there, in his way, was his grinning mother.  Not his real mother!  No real 
mother would inflict this kind of torture on her only child!  Maybe she
was an alien monster out to shrink him and carry him away to her spaceship.
The shrinking had already begun!  He looked down through the crystal-clear 
water at his penis, and it had shrivelled up into nothing.  Help!  In des-
paration, he headed for the middle of the lake.  Then...wonders!  After 
swimming at top speed for a while, he suddenly discovered he wasn't hurting 
anymore, and he discovered Karen was right.  The cold water *did* make his 
skin tingle and he *did* feel like a kid again!  Wow!  This might be fun.

And it was.  He turned, and Karen was right behind him.  He splashed her and 
dived and pulled her under, and they rose to the surface and she ducked him.
Then he ducked her, and they grappled and sank deep, and slipped out of each
other's grasp, and surfaced and splashed each other, and had a wonderful 
time.  Duck-diving and swimming underwater and rolling each other over, they 
were like a couple of playful seal puppies.  Once Karen dived so deep and
stayed down so long that Ronnie began to worry.  The she surfaced bearing a
large rock she had dragged up from twenty feet below, and she tossed it to 
Ronnie.  Ronnie caught it, and the weight of it drove him under.  He recov-
ered, but it was all he could do to stay on top with the rock under water.
With a tremendous effort, he raised the rock and threw it toward Karen.  It  
didn't get near her, but a quick dive and she got her hands on it again.  To
the surface, and another toss to Ronnie.  This time he was prepared, so he 
caught it, rested a moment, then threw it back.  Karen dived, caught it, and 
resurfaced almost before Ronnie had time to get his breath back.  Back and 
forth went the rock, and they played for over half an hour, until Ronnie's
arms couldn't take it any more and he dropped the rock to the bottom.  That 
ended the game and finished off their afternoon swim.  They headed for shore
and a fast run around the meadow to dry off, then back to the tent to pre-
pare their evening meal.  As agreed, Ronnie did the cooking and the cleaning
up - well, not really agreed.  That had been the penalty for loosing a four-
mile foot race to Karen on their last night at home, a race that Ronnie had 
been sure he'd win.  So much for male macho dreams!  But Ronnie paid his
penalty without complaint, so he cooked and prepared the table while Karen
lay naked on a blanket and basked her golden body in the afternoon sun. That
female had not a strap mark anywhere to mar her overall tan! 

After supper, they both rested on the blanket, physically tired and satisfy-
ingly fed, and they talked as they lay close together in the dying sun.  
Their naked bodies touched, their hands held, and they were warm in each 
others' arms.  They talked about their schooldays - Ronnie didn't have much
more to talk about - and they talked about dances they had been to, and
eventually, they talked about lovers they had had.  Surprisingly, Ronnie 
had had nearly as many as Karen and, since most of them were more recent, 
he could describe them vividly and make them - or some of them - wildly
funny, even the ones he had enjoyed the most.  (At fifteen, they were all
'one-night stands'!)  In a little while, Karen was rolling on the ground 
with laughter, and she and Ronnie were giggling like schoolgirls on a week-
end sleep-over.  

At last, the sun sank below the hills and the night grew cold and dark and
the two lovers crept into their downy sleeping bag to keep each other warm.
Their naked bodies fitted together like fingers in a glove - not surprising,
since now both of them, measured before they left the motel, were 5'8" in
height and each of them weighed exactly 165 lb - and it only took a few 
minutes to generate between them a high and steamy heat.  It was during
those few minutes that Ronnie told Karen of his most recent adventure in 
love-making - only he wasn't the one who had done the screwing!  That had 
been Penny, the small but strong, and sadistic, daughter of the resident 
trainer at the motel.  She had, in a few minutes of exqisite sexual torture, 
reduced him to a quivering mass of compliant physical response.  He wasn't
proud of his complete collapse in pain - he felt he'd been pretty wimpy - 
but he wasn't keeping secrets from Karen and he wanted her to know about it
all.  To his utter surprise, Karen roared with laughter.  "Why, that rotten
little bitch!  If I ever get my hands on her, I'll rip her tits off and 
make her eat them, one by one!  That innocent little schoolgirl!  I didn't  
know she had the chutzpah to do a thing like that.  Hoh, Hoh, Hoh!  So now 
you've been raped by another girl beside me.  Well, I don't think much of 
that - you're all mine now, baby - but I knew you weren't a virgin, so I 
can't complain too much.  And there's no reason why only girls should be 
raped, is there?  But I have a feeling we should avoid that motel in the
future. I think Penny is going to have a lot of fun with her daddy 
before long, and I think Ken is going to kill you if he ever catches up 
with you."  And, much to Ronnie's chagrin, Karen burst out laughing again.

"Christ, a guy doesn't get much sympathy around here when he needs it, 
does he?  I might be ruined for life, and all you do is laugh your guts 
out.  It'll serve you right if I AM ruined, and you have to find some-
one else to screw for the rest of MY trip."

Karen grinned and held Ronnie even tighter in her arms.  "Well, let's just 
see if you ARE ruined for life.  There's a way we can tell for sure, and  
it doesn't involve any pain - not at first, anyway."  And Karen pulled 
Ronnie close up against the massive muscles of her abs with one hand, and
held his mouth close to hers with her other, then she slid her legs around 
his and held him firmly against her whole body.  Then, lying on her side in 
that cozy sleeping bag, Karen started to flex.  She flexed her abs, and the 
plates of silky steel rubbed hard against Ronnie's belly, held rigidly in 
place by the mighty biceps and rock-hard triceps that pulsed and flowed on 
the arms that held him so firmly and so warmly against her rippling skin.
She flexed her lats and rippled the ropes of muscle that covered her massive 
back and shoulders, and Ronnie's hands slid off the sweating, pulsating  
flesh to hold, in desperation, onto the rock-hard, striated gluteal muscles
that pressed her pubic mound so tight against his balls, capturing his turgid
swollen penis between her abs and his muscular belly, and she flexed her abs 
again, and he came like a fountain right over her abs and her breasts.  And 
she stretched her legs and flexed her massive quads and her calves rose 
against his and the tensile rubbing drove a shock through his system and 
his cock, so recently spent, became hard as a rod of steel until her 
fingers passed the slithery, rubbery ring of his anal cavity, and two of 
them slid past his prostate gland into the depths of his rectum, and 
wriggled gently, and he came again.  

Slowly, Karen's lips closed over the unresisting mouth of her moaning lover,
and her tongue pressed his teeth apart and wrestled gently with his.  No
contest!  The long probing member entered Ronnie's throat and closed his
airway and tickled his throat.  His nose throbbed with the need to breathe,
until his lover's other hand closed it off completely.  Then air flooded once 
more into his lungs as Karen's tongue withdrew and the air from her lungs 
passed into his own.  The respiration was artificial, but it was good air
and his chest heaved, and his cock hardened once more as Karen slid beneath 
him and guided his long, thick, rigid penis into the depths of her vagina,
between muscled walls that pulsed and pulled and pushed and pulled again.
Karen lay absolutely still beneath her sweating, panting lover.  Their hands
were clasped together by their sides, and chest to chest, toe to toe, Ronnie  
lay helplessly on the body of his Greek god, feeling every muscle pressing 
tight against his own while the amazing amazon beneath him breathed for him, 
sweated for him, and now, slowly and relentlessly, masturbated him to his 
final, complete sexual destruction.  Ronnie's great cock finally surrendered 
to the powerful masturbation stimulation and he came like he never had 
before! 

His cock poured cream by the bucketful all over the thighs and abs of the
beautiful, sexy, magnificent physique of his dominator.  His mouth was open
to gasp for its own air, and then his chest was almost crushed by the 
tremendous contraction of Karen's muscles as she came in a massive orgasm 
that matched her lover's.  A fantastic double explosion of sexual delight!

The two lovers lay side by side, completely exhausted.  A hot shower would 
be nice, but neither of them was going to get up into the dark night and 
submerge themselves in the black icy waters of the lake.  That could wait 
until morning!  Tonight, they would lie in each others arms, in the stench 
and sweat and warmth, and just be very much in love.


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The morning dawned bright and clear, and Karen and Ronnie awoke from a 
dreamless sleep, still in each other's arms.  They looked at each other,
stretched their rigid muscles, and kissed.  They felt great, after a evening
of glorious, exciting sex, and a full, replenishing night's sleep under a  
starry sky.  So the two members of the opposite sex, a strong, muscular,
athletic male of fifteen summers, and a magnificently-muscled female with
a fantastic, rock-hard physique and magazine-cover looks (who just happened
to be his sixty-three year-old mother! - as well as his great-grand-
mother!!!) kissed again, and one thing led to another, and they fucked - a 
completely satisfying, old-fashioned, lusty bout of carnal enjoyment that 
left them both grinning in each other's arms.  Afterplay?  No way!  That 
would just lead to more love-making - and they had other things to do!

One of those things was a swim in the lake, where the icy-cold water held
no qualms for them after yesterday's fun and games.  Into the water they
went, where they dived and splashed and ducked and got thoroughly tired
out having a ball.  Then someone suggested a race, and it was on.  Twice
across the lake and back and the loser made lunch.  Tired?  Sure, but 
these were healthy young kids - or, at least, they acted like it - and
the thought of tiredness didn't enter their minds.  A two-mile swim before
lunch?  Great!  Just the thing to build an appetite!  The loser was pre-
ordained, but it wasn't a walkover.  Ronnie was like an eel in the water, 
and the thought of skipping the cooking just this once gave wings to his 
feet. But it was not to be.  Karen's superior strength and stamina told in 
the end and Ronnie was still two hundred yards from the shore when Karen
crossed the beach.  A victory lap around the meadow, and she was relaxed
on the blanket when Ronnie struggled ashore.

"Hurry up, slowpoke!  I'm getting hungry." Karen grinned as he went by,
and Ronnie just waved and headed for their food stock.  Lunch didn't take 
long, (Ronnie was getting to be a great short-order chef and he could make
sandwiches with the best) and the two were soon again sprawled out in the 
midday sun.  Their tans were getting better all the time.  A short nap and 
they were ready to go again.  Wrestling?  A great idea.  And the soft sandy 
beach made an ideal ring.  But after Karen took Ronnie down three falls in 
as many minutes - in spite of Ronnie being the school champ! - it was obvious
some handicap was needed.  So both Karen's hands were tied behind her back.
This gave Ronnie a fighting chance!  

In their first bout, they circled each other, looking for an opening - hands
or no hands, Karen was not to be treated lightly!  Then Ronnie swooped.  His 
arms went behind Karen's knees and, with a tremendous heave, he tossed her 
flat on her back.  Before he could take advantage, she bounded back onto her 
feet again.  That wouldn't do, he'd have to be faster.  And they circled some
more.  When Ronnie saw his chance, he swooped again, and again Karen was on
her back.  This time Ronnie didn't wait.  He leaped right onto her abdomen 
and wrapped his legs around her chest.  A scissors hold, and with her arms 
bound, there was no way for Karen to escape it.  He started his killing 
squeeze, wrapping his strong arms around Karen's head, pulling it back 
against his chest.  He was now in control!  Or was he?  Karen had other 
ideas.  With a tremendous heave of her powerful thighs, she bridged onto 
her shoulders, then dragged down until her feet were right under her glutes
and she dropped her knees to the ground.  In that position, being held by
her 165-lb. opponent astride her chest, she reversed her bridge!  With 
every muscle strained to the max, Karen slowly raised her shoulders from
the ground, raised them until her whole upper body was level, then raised 
them again until she could stand erect with Ronnie draped around her 
shoulders as he desperately exerted his scissors around her chest.  He 
just didn't believe it was possible for her to have escaped.  And escape
she did, completely.  She expanded her chest and flexed her biceps, and 
her arms, bound though they were, broke the powerful grip of his scissors
hold.  After that it was easy!  Karen just spun around a few times, then
fell to the sand on top of Ronnie.  Before he could move, she sat hard on 
his thighs, thrust her legs around his chest underneath his armpits, and 
then it was her turn to exert the mighty power in her thighs in a scissor
hold of her own.  She wrapped her hands around Ronnie's knees (her *arms* 
were bound - her hands still retained their awesome vice-like strength!)
and holding them close to her back, she rocked forward onto her feet.
And then she stretched.  With her legs under his armpits and his knees
trapped in her hands, Karen doubled forward - and Ronnie screamed in pain.
He was being racked!  She straightened up, renewed her grip, and doubled 
up again. Ronnie screamed again, and again Karen straightened.  Then, a third
time, and Ronnie didn't scream.  He just quietly sank into oblivion.  He had
completely blacked out.

Karen, a sixty-three year old great-grandmother, in a desperately-fought 
wrestling match, had easily and conclusively defeated her strong, athletic, 
fifteen year old son, a school wrestling champion - WITH HER HANDS TIED 
BEHIND HER BACK!
 
Karen dropped her inert opponent onto the sand and stripped off the bindings 
on her wrists, and happily shook her head.  Wrestling was obviously not the
game where Ronnie could provide a challenge for her.  Not when she could take 
him so easily and completely with both her hands tied behind her back, and  
leave him out cold on the ground.  Not wrestling, not swimming, not running,
and certainly not screwing - though THAT was most fun.  She might as well 
have had a daughter!  Hell!  She DID have a daughter!  And her daughter was 
just as good in bed as her son was.  And she was a better wrestler.  And a 
better swimmer and a better runner.  In fact, a better all-round athlete.  
She was still all of those things!  It was just too bad she was Ronnie's
grandmother.  Boy, it was not that the men in her family were wimps - they
were very far from that.  Ronnie was a magnificent athlete.  It was just
that the women were physically better - way, way better!  And Karen was the
best of them all.

So Karen picked up Ronnie, and carried him into the water where a few 
dunkings restored him to his former self - almost.     

"Wow!  Karen, you're fantastic.  I don't believe how strong you are.  What 
a magnificent mass of muscle.  What a magnificent athlete.  What a magnif-
icent wrestler.  And what a fantastic lover!  Karen, I want to marry you.  
You're the woman of my dreams.  Please, lover, hold me tight and take me 
inside you and rip me up and down until I die.  Then kiss me to life again,
and let me be yours for always and always.  Please, Karen, you're not my 
mother, you're not my great-grandmother, you're not my sister - though she's
pretty fantastic, too, and, in spirit, that's what you seem to be most.  NO!  
You're my God -and my Goddess, and my Hero!  And I worship you from the 
bottom of my heart.  Darling!  I love you!  I love you!"  And he wrapped
his arms about her massive, muscular chest and slid his lips over her neck
and bit her earlobe until she yelped in erotic pain.

Karen took Ronnie and laid him on the blanket in the sun, and took him in-
side her and screwed him till he collapsed, and kissed him from head to toe,
covering all the places between, until he was restored to life, and she took 
him again and again.  When she finished, he was completely unconscious, and
she wasn't even sure he was alive.  And she didn't care!  But she did know 
that if he was not alive, that he'd had the most wonderful death he could 
ever wish for.

                                                                      
END OF SEQUEL 2   (Continued in SEQUEL 3)

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(This is Sequel 3 to the story of Karen, whose life as an amazing physical 
and sexual phenomenon is told in "KAREN". 
By Rampant Tiger.


                     THE ROADHOUSE


Ronnie was not dead.  Both he and Karen slept through the afternoon,
awoke, swam for a while, threw a ball back and forth for a while, and 
sun-bathed for the rest of the afternoon.  They had thick steaks (cooked
by Ronnie) for supper, swam a little more, then relaxed in the setting 
sun, talking, until bedtime.  They were content and satisfied once more.
But they knew that the time to leave their sylvan hideaway had come.  To-
morrow they would be back on the dusty road, with their memories.

One of the things they talked about, as they lay in the evening sunlight, 
was the rush Ronnie had gotten when he had gone out 'in drag'.  Karen had 
had fun that night, too, and she was not at all averse to doing it again.  
So they did a little planning and a little talking, and decided that they 
WOULD do it again - and the sooner the better.  Tomorrow would do just fine.  
So on that, they slept.

Next morning, after a VERY refreshing sleep, they were wakened by the morn-
ing sun and the blue water beckoned to them once again.  But first, if they 
were going to have a bath, said Karen, they should have some reason for it, 
and her arms went around Ronnie, and their lips touched, and their tongues 
entwined.  The touchings and caressings of the now soft and gentle hands 
and toes of the woman in the sleeping bag aroused them both to a peak of 
sexual expectation, and Ronnie's penis got long and hard.  A bubble of cum
arose at the tip of his glans, and soft hands spread it over the thick, 
rigid cock, lubricating that for its entry into the warm, firm tunnel that 
would hold it so tight.  The female body slid quietly over the supine male,
and their hands clasped at their shoulders, with her strong hands and 
muscular forearms underneath his.  Her legs slowly moved between his, and
the massive, valleyed thighs and rock-hard calves pressed his limbs wide 
apart, and the steel plates of her abdomen and the striated mounds of her 
pecs held his spine pressed hard against the soft, firm ground.  Supported
on her toes and powerful wrists, her rippling torso raised her pubic mound
above the questing head of his erect and oh-so-eager penis, and engulfed it
into her smooth and creaming cunt.  There it lay, within the warm and gently 
pulsing vaginal walls while its master(?) squirmed in pain and pleasure, 
held immobile by the weight and power of the now-flexing muscular body 
above him.  The flexing and rippling of the rock-hard muscles under the
warm and silken skin tore Ronnie apart, and he came in a massive ejaculation
that poured cum in a flood into the enveloping vaginal cavity, overflowing
that welcoming cave, and covering the sweating mounds and valleys of his  
abdominal wall until it reached his side and dripped to the ground below.

His penis relaxed, and almost escaped from the powerful grip of the cunt that
possessed it - but not quite!  The muscular walls closed in and, in spite 
of its physical exhaustion and the complete depletion of its seminal fluid,
that cowed cock stirred under the influence of the pulsing muscles and gently
throbbing walls in that hot vaginal embrace.  It stirred, and swelled, and
stiffened till it became, in defiance of its master, a thick, rigid rod of 
iron-hard flesh that sought, once more, the extreme sexual torture that
it knew it was going to endure.

The torturer felt the rising, hardening response to her eager application
of erotic force, and grinned.  She liked it when she could make him come 
completely, and then drive him up the wall of desire again.  She liked it
even more when she was able to do it for a third time, but then he was just a 
shell for the rest of the day.  She had, in the course of sexual contests,
forced four ejaculations from his weary prick, and after that he'd been in 
bed for days - but it had been fun, and she'd matched him cum for cum!  The
sex drive in Karen had always been strong, but never as strong and demanding 
as it had been since she had developed the muscle, the flexibility, and the 
fitness she needed to provide an example for her son.  That had started just 
about three years ago, when she was over sixty!  "And now look at me." she
thought, "A fucking Amazon who likes to fuck!  No!  Who LOVES to fuck!  And
anything hot and rigid will do!  I love it!"

It was a good thing her fifteen-year-old son was fit and strong, with the 
resilience of youth, or he'd have been a basket case by now.  As it was, he 
seemed to enjoy it, even ask for it - that is, after he recovered from the 
time before!

Now, she grasped the situation with eager satisfaction as she grasped his
engorging prick.  Subtly pulsing her vaginal walls to make sure she had his 
full attention - and she did! -  she let her tongue play gently with his,
exciting him to the point of an early release -  a quick contraction of her
vagina, causing him to grunt with pain, put an end to that!  Then she braced
her toes and she braced her arms, and she slowly raised herself up from the 
sweating body below until her lips were the only part of her whole body that
was in contact with his.  Her lips, and the pubic mound with the enslaving
cavity that had him so completely entrapped.  Then she raised her head and
removed her lips and he was wholly alone.  His arms trapped by hers, his legs
trapped by her feet, he couldn't escape the total segregation of his body 
from his soul.  He struggled to regain contact, to feel the warmth of her 
body against his, but she just wouldn't let him.  He screamed - but no-one 
heard.  He cried - but she wouldn't even kiss away a tear.  He thought clean 
thoughts - but his prick ignored him, and stayed rigid and round and long, 
and it tore him apart with desire and a horrible sexual hunger that he 
couldn't relieve.

Then she smiled sweetly at him, a loving mother succouring her child, and
flexed the walls of her cunt with a fiery rythm, and sucked him in and 
thrust him out, and squeezed him and relaxed, and squeezed again until he 
exploded in an agony of pain and pleasure and his balls that were empty
poured out buckets of cum and he collapsed in a helpless inert heap, while
Karen exploded in a fierce and roaring orgasm that shook the ground from the
violence of it.  Then she, too, collapsed - with a wide and happy grin - 
beside her groaning son.  Another successful morning!

Hours later, they arose again.  This time they did make it down to the lake - 
for the last time - and they swam and played and wrestled in the frigid,
refreshing water until it was time for lunch.  A run around the meadow to 
dry, then Karen flopped on the blanket in the mid-day sun, while Ronnie 
prepared their sandwiches.  Those eaten, they cleared the campsite, packed 
their gear, and - for the first time in three days - prepared to pull some 
clothes onto their physically fit and tanned and rested bodies.  This was
no problem for Karen, she just pulled on jeans, shrugged into a leather 
jacket, thrust her feet into cowboy boots and she was set.  But, for Ronnie, 
it was not that easy.  Today, he was going 'in drag', and the time to start 
was now.  He pulled on jeans, he pulled on boots, and then the change began.
Starting at the top, his hair had to be redone. Not a big problem, since his 
hair was quite long.  A part on the opposite side, a major re-combing to 
fluff it over his ears, and a quick spray job to hold it in place and that
was done.  His facial hair had not yet developed to the point of needing to 
be shaved - next year, certainly, but not quite yet - so THAT was not a 
problem, either.  Careful make-up took care of that, and of his eyes and 
eyelashes.  The important element was going to be just how he carried him-
self - how he walked, how he talked, how he ate and drank, and how he looked
in general, and, from his previous experience 'in drag', that was going to 
be the fun part that he was looking forward to.  He knew he could carry that 
off without a hitch - or with not an inkling of his real gender,  but where 
this would lead to - well, time would tell!

Ronnie's make-up was really very effective.  His experience with the pros  
and lesbians back in town had given him quite definite ideas of how he 
wanted to appear - and it wasn't the way any mother would want her daughter 
to look!  But it did get Karen excited, and she added her own touches and,
when they were finally finished,  Ronnie looked like the latest graduate
of 'The Hottest Whorehouse in Texas', only a hell of a lot sexier.   "Wow!
What a female hunk!  If I were really a lez, you'd be on your back by now,
And I wouldn't give a damn who knew it.  As it is, come over here and give
me a hug and a kiss.  No!  A real kiss!  You're turning me on, you big bitch,
and I don't want just a peck on the cheek.  Hold me tight and kiss me right
and you can have your way with me!  Or I'll have my way with you!  Boy!  If 
you're tits were only bigger, I'd lay my cock between them and come all over 
your chest - if I had a cock.  God, you're a sexy squeeze!"   And Karen slid 
out of Ronnie's arms and stepped back and admired her handiwork.  "Hmmm.  If
you're going to go around looking like that, I sure can't go round looking 
like this.  I guess I'll have to do my face up as well."  So she did, and 
when she finished, any male nearby would have had a hard time deciding which
one he most wanted to screw - but he'd be sure EITHER would cost him good!

The preparation complete, the two 'girls' mounted their bike and, with a last 
look behind, took off down the long lonely trail to join the busy highway -
and the world that lay ahead!


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Hours later, near the intersection of a couple of highways, they passed 
a series of truck-stops and motels and bars, almost side by side along the 
service roads.  This looked like a good place to stop and eat, and to see 
what kind of entertainment the area had to offer.  It looked pretty lively 
from the highway.


           NOT!! THE............END OF SEQUEL 3

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