The further adventures of BLUNDER BROAD

                                                                   
By E.N.Cuire

BLUNDER BROAD as created by the late Eric Stanton with 
whom the author worked for many years, also drawing 
and/or writing the last fables of BB after Eric's 
passing. If you are adverse to adult material you
should go elsewhere...

                                                        
BLUNDIE GOES TO HOLLYWOOD

Perhaps one would have wondered had Blunder Broad not 
ended up in Hollywood at some time during her varied 
career as the World's *premiere* Superheroine and 
Crimefighter. After all, hadn't others involved in a
like career been brought to the big or small screens? 
Blundie had perchance forgotten that she'd also graced
the screens of many a home as the *Star* of sundry 
pornographic exploits taped by the likes of Sir Dastardly
and Toyboy, not to mention a few others. Truth be known, 
Blundie had fled to Hollywood to get as far away from
Washington as she possibly could. Her sundry misuses at 
the hands of a varied list of captors and bad guys
made Blundie want to skulk away from the frey for a 
respite from it all.

The Blundie we know and love, however, was still full of 
that Amazin Ego she always possessed and Blundie
would not have been Blundie if she didn't affect some 
semblance of her *self* in what she decided to wear.
Oh, gone were the tight boots that reached her knees in 
front, they'd been replaced by boots that rose to her
upper thighs, but still of the same hue as her old 
footwear. And the exagerated heels were there since she 
knew
they made her long legs look so good, muscles bunching 
beautifully under the rubber material of the six inch 
heeled boots. Her skimpy Amazin' Isle bikinis had been 
replaced with a catsuit of a rubberlike material she'd
gotten from Galaxeena, the gorgeous medium blue of her 
own eyes. At least the tiara wasn't there. She'd also
found that she had returned to wearing gloves the same 
hue as her long boots and to her very shoulders. Her
excuse was the coldness of the weather in this Southern 
California year of 'El Nino' and it's accompanying
deluges.

This dark and stormy night (Aren't they all in comic 
books) Blundie had come out of her seedy Motel and was
on her way to McDee's for some sustenance. She only came 
out at night because she didn't want any fans
or autograph hounds getting after her. Walking through 
the alleys of Hollywood she heard some sounds that
rung bells in her beautiful head. Someone was getting the 
crap beat out of him or her. Blundie swung into
action with nary a plan, just as she did back in 
Washington and was zipping along on those six inch heels
right into the middle of a huge fight. Scoping that one 
girl was being attacked by four huge men, Blundie waded
into the frey and started throwing guys this way and 
that.

"CUT,CUT,CUT CUT..." Came a yell and the World seemed to 
stop. Blundie found herself standing there with
her mighty chest heaving and looking around her, seeing 
cameras, lights, trucks and a whole crew of people
for the first time.

"Wha? Wha?" She went, her mane of blueblack hair waving 
from side to side as she saw she was on a movie set.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Yelled an Assistant 
Director. "You spoiled our shot..."

"I, uh... Uh... I thought..."

"You THOUGHT... And you're not even a Blond..."

Blundie shrunk away in disgrace. It was true. She'd 
blundered forward without thinking again and blundered 
onto a Hollywood movie location, ruining their shot and 
possibly putting a couple of stuntmen out of commission 
for a while. Red of face, she walked out of the alley, 
almost making it before...

"P-s-s-sttt" came a sound. Blundie halted in her tracks  
wondering whence came such a sound. "Yeah... You...
The one with the tits..."

"Who? *Me*?" She said, pointing a gloved finger at her 
mighty chest.

"Who else is here except you and I?" Came the next 
question and, while Blundie looked around the alley a
diminuative figure appeared from the shadows. "Are you an 
actress?"

"*Me*?" She managed to stammer. She hardly wanted to 
admit that, yes, she'd been an acrtress in several
tripple Ex productions but it hadn't been of her own free 
will. Blundie, however, had always wanted to be an 
actress, specially since that Wonder Woman had gotten so 
famous, as had that upstart, Batgirl. Blundie had
always considered herself a better actress than either 
one of those. "Hadn't she acted the part of a submissive
masochist more than once to fool her captors? (Ah, 
Blundie... The only one to know she wasn't acting...) 
Blundie
nodded her well maned head.

"Thought so..." Said the little guy who reminded Blundie 
of someone from her past. "With that rack and those gams 
you just had to be an actress... From some remote parts, 
I'd guarantee..."

Blundie nodded again. There was nowhere more remote than 
Amazin' Isle and, yes, she did have a great rack
and fabulous gams. "So what if I'm an actress?" She 
asked.

"I", said the diminuitive one, "Am an Agent... One of the 
best in this berg and I'm looking for some new actresses 
to fill out my stable... You look like you have the, ah, 
attributes to make it in today's tough meat market..."

Not that the words 'Stable' and 'meat market' were turn 
ons to America's *Greatest* Superheroine and Patsy but a 
big gal certainly had to eat so she agreed to accompany 
the agent, Donald Disrespectful, to his office. She did 
wonder, however, at his means of entry to his office 
which he explained away by staing that, since it was 
after hours, entry through the alley entrance was 
required. The climb to the fourth floor left Don huffing 
and leaning on his office door and managing to stammer 
out something about a healthy workout. They entered the 
dim office and Blundie could see that the furniture was 
mismatched and threadbare.

"Just no time to shop for new stuff... Cant get a good 
assistant to do it either these days... Drink?" He said 
and asked in one breath while pouring two liberal drinks 
in chipped coffee mugs from a bottle of questionable 
Scotch. Blundie was too nervous to turn down the offer 
and, yes, she'd not eaten of drank anything since the
egg McMuff that morning. She took a long swig of the 
mixture and felt fire race down her insides.

"So, what's your name Chickie?" Asked Don, looking the 
Amazon up and down. "Dont tell me... Let's start
new with a new name... Gretta Canyon, that's it... You're 
Gretta from now on... How well can you suck cock?"

Blundie was taken aback. What did sucking cock have to do 
with being an actress, anyhow?

"Ah... I see your reticence. Hey, Chickie, an actress has 
to suck cock and, the better she is at it, the more jobs 
she lands. I have to make sure you can do it before I can 
take you on... Now, swill some more of the booze, get 
down on hands and knees and show me what you can do..."

"Well..." She reasoned with herself. "It's not as if I 
haven't been forced to this odious task before and I DO 
need
to earn money to live on..." She sank to booted knees and 
was, moments later, giving Don the cocksucking of his 
life although she drew the line at swallowing but 
finished him off with her gloved hands all over her 
abundant
bodice.

"You're good, Chickie... I'll grant you that but you're 
going to have to learn to swallow it... Guys want to know 
they're in command, specially Directors, Casting 
Directors and Producers... They want their gism in you 
not
on you... Now, get cleaned up in the bathroom over 
there... We're going to a party... They're having a 
launch party up in the Canyon for a movie about some 
character called 'Blunder Broad', whoever that is..."

"They cant do that..." Exclaimed Blundie without 
thinking. Sensing a boob (Ooopps) she went on. "Surely
they have to seek copyright from the real Blunder Broad?"

"You mean there is really a Blunder Broad?" Asked Don, 
his mouth agape.

"Oh, yes..." Stated Blundie with excitement. "She's a 
Superheroine and Crimefighter back East... Quite a few
people have told me I look just like her..."

"Na-a-ahhh" Went Don. "Superheroines have bigger 
boobs..."

Don's old Chevy Nova spluttered on up the Canyon, it's 
torn convertible top allowing more water inside than
it left outside. Blundie was sitting in a pool pf water 
by the time they pulled up to the Valet Parking area.

"Take good care of my car, you hear..." Threatened Don to 
the attendant. "I dont want to find a scratch on it when 
you return it..."

"Scratch?" Thought Blundie. "New scratch'll do wonders 
for the car..."

Blundie was impressed as they entered the Mansion. Don 
seemed to be well known and quite a few came up
to meet 'Gretta' Canyon (the 'canyon' meant for the 
immense area between her boobs, no doubt). She found
herself with a Pimms cup in her gloved hand and being 
toasted by one after another of the guys. She was too
polite, however, to ask anyone for some food and alcohol 
was never something her Amazin' Isle constitution could 
take well.

"Owww G-a-w-ddd... Another Superheroine, I suppose..." 
Went a tipsy actress Blundie was sure she knew from
the screen. She was the one they called 'The Kinky Brit' 
because of her well known forrays into the beds of 
countless Hollywood and political stars. "Who did your 
boobs, Baby?" She asked Blundie.

"No-o one... " Replied Blundie half truthfully. Her boobs 
had been increased to their present forty four tripple 
Eff
size from all the manipulation, mistreatment, milkings 
and other misuse perpetrated on them over so many years. 
Not the results of plastic surgery if one discounted the 
work done by the Klurgle so painfully. But that
enhancement had been taken care of by the Godesses, 
hadn't it?

"Get 'em out Babe and let's see if there're any knife 
marks..."

Blundie was about to refuse. Don nudged her in the ribs. 
"If you want to be an actress you'll go along with what
they want..." Blundie unzipped her bodice and allowed her 
amazonian attributes to vomit forth to the oohs of
most of the men and quite a few of the Females as well.

"O'kay... Let's get a looksee..." Said Avis, the Kinky 
Brit as she moved to Blundie and took both mamms to hand, 
hefting them and looking under them while licking her 
lips. "Oh, my... They DO appear to be real... I've
seen a few where you could hardly tell but these are 
amazing... " She bent and gave one torrid and already
engorging nip a little nip and found it to be of likeable 
consistency. All it did was engorge some more so she
sent her mouth to the other one. Blundie was ready to 
smack her but remembered Don's admonition so allowed
the embarasing tour of her boobs which three other girls 
had come to join.

Blundie shuddered. Her reaction would have been to cream 
all four who were taking liberties with her boobs,
hefting them, sucking on them, biting them and abusing 
her everengorging nipples however, Blundie's motor was 
starting to run and she could already feel the slickness 
of her own oils seeping down her booted legs on
the inside. And, she was being cheered by all surrounding 
her as her boobs went on taking. The slap at one mammoth 
mamm almost caused her to loose it as that mamm rebounded 
resoundingly against it's mate but
Blundie lost it in another way. Just having consumed 
enough alcohol and having been manipulated, she orgasmed 
and hoped it didn't show. Just then, Blundie and Don were 
approached by a distinguished and handsome grey haired 
man.

"Don. " He said. "Nice to see you again... Where DO you 
turn up such sexy Ladies? This one looks like she could 
beat that old record..."

Blundie, slightly bleary eyed, wondered what the guy was 
talking about. "What old record???" She thought.
Them, "How rude... Why doesn't he talk to *Me-e-e*?"

"Well... I dont know..." Answered Don. "That record's 
just a myth, anyhow... You do mean the one about the 
whole USC football squad, dont you?"

"That's the one... I have it on good authority that it's 
real..."

"So what happens if she can beat the record?" Asked Don, 
his eyes almost displaying Dollar signs as if a character 
in a cartoon. "Does Gretta get the part?"

"Only if she gets a boob job... Her breasts are too 
small..."

Blundie was getting a little annoyed by now. Liberties 
were being taken with her and she was being discussed as 
if not even present. "Hey. Wait a minute. Am I just a 
slab of meat to you?"

As if in unison, thirty men and women turned to her, 
surprised by her outburst.  "YES..."  they replied.

Don took Blundie aside. "Do you want to work in this 
town? If you do, you'll play along..."

"But they're talking about me as if I wasn't there..." 
She said petulantly, stamping a booted foot. "And, what 
do
they want me to do? Fuck someone called USC?"

"Oh... Come on... You weren't born yesterday Chickie... 
You dont get anywhere in this World without time on
your back. Have another drink..."

Blundie was feeling quite tipsy. Why else would she use a 
word like 'Fuck', she despised words like that. She
started to melt when Don took one of her nipples to hand 
and started gently caressing it while leading her back
to the crowd. "Get the team together..." He said. "She's 
willing to give it a try..."

Had the alcohol not been quite so in control, it's 
dobtful Blundie would have allowed the next liberties but 
she was well along into a haze by now and her arms just 
would not obey the orders to swat away the hands now
working on her nipples from behind her. Or the hands that 
were opening the zipper that ran from her beltline down 
through her crotch and up the other side to her belt 
again.

"Darn. That one has all the luck... " Said a known dyke 
in the crowd. "Look at the size of that mons..."

Zippers were being unleashed. Not Blundie's, hers were 
already taken care of. Blundie felt hands pushing her 
head down so she must stand, booted legs astride and 
swallow the sword proferred while yet another found it's 
way between her long legs. The girl just couldn't say nay 
as a couple of others took her nipples to hand and
had Blundie off to races she rarely lost. She was juicing 
along merrily and didn't even spit it out when the first 
salvo burst down her throat only to be replaced by a 
second while a second repaired to her just vacated puss.

"A football team..." She wondered. "How many people on a 
fooball team?"

She was finding out. And darn, there were a couple of 
these young guys who now saw fit to an entry of a 
different kind, an entry Blundie still pretended not to 
enjoy and an entry that always gave her considerable 
pain.
Too far gone, however, she let them go about their 
buisness with a 'boys will be boys' attitude while firing 
off
frequent salvos of her own. "Darn it... These guys are 
HUNG..."

Blundie was mushing along quite splendidly by now and 
tripping on a protein high as more and more guys came 
forward to accord her enemas in one well or another. What 
did it matter now if she took on a few more.
Trouble was, some of the kinkier crowd were now pulling 
out of her wells to run around and spurt on her face, 
gloves and boots and Blundie had lost all track of how 
many she'd accomodated up this or that. The football
squad had been exhausted by now and the rest of the male 
guests were taking their turns and, by now, Blundie was 
feeling very, very full.

"That's it..." Came Avis' English accented voice. "She's 
already won the record hands down... Time to let the girl 
up."

Blundie's back hurt as she stood erect and drool from 
some two hundred guys laved down her outfit. "Oh, dear.
I've gone and allowed them to take me in all manner they 
saw fit..."

"Come on dearie... Let's get you to the gym. There's a 
good shower there and you can get cleaned up..."

                                                                    
End- Part 1