DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

Ms Americana/Brenda Wade, Flag Girl/Lydia Wills, and Delta City are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the other villains.

This is a novel length story. I have already completed it.

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MS AMERICANA: REVERSAL OF FORTUNES, PART 7

By Dark One

CHAPTER 7

Brenda Wade’s big blue eyes opened to darkness. Cold, wet darkness. Then the overpowering stench registered.

“Gayyaagghh,” she said, disgusted.

She shifted slightly. Her whole body ached. Whatever she lay upon shifted and settled some beneath her.

“Where am I?”

Lifting her head, she banged it on something metallic. It gave a deep gong like sound.

“What? Brenda?” Lydia said, just inches away in the darkness. She shifted, making squishing noises. “Where am I?”

“With me,” Brenda said. “Where ever that may be.”

“Hell,” Lydia said, then groaned. She heard the blonde moving. “Sweet Lord, I’m sore.”

“So am I,” Brenda said, grimacing as she suddenly recalled the latest reason for the aches and pains. “Felicity and our staff really worked us over good.”

More squishing noises, then, BONG!

“Ouch!” Lydia cried.

“Dumpster!” Brenda said, remembering how her longest night ever ended. “They drove us to a red light district and tossed us in this trash dumpster. I remember now. Then they blackjacked us to keep us here. Those traitorous MEN.”

“Oh yeah,” Lydia said weakly. “Just another insult heaped atop of mountains of injuries.”

“Help me with the lid.”

Together, the women pushed the dumpster lid up, over and open. Just to discover it was drizzling.

Brenda looked up and down the alley. They were alone. For now. But it was so full of trash and filth a dozen vagrants could be hiding from view. Or a dozen pimps, ready to leap upon them and drag them down into vile prostitution.

“What a perfect day for how I feel,” Brenda grumbled. Felicity had found the only way to make the worst day of Brenda’s life even worse: Toss her out into the cold rain, in the middle of Delta City’s skankiest, most dangerous red light district. She glanced down to look herself over. “Ugh! Look at me. I’m disgusting.”

“Me, too,” Lydia whined. “I’m coated in dried cum.”

“Which the drizzle is just getting wet and slimy all over again,” she said. She started wiping and rubbing at the thickest spots of cum. “Too disgusting.”

Brenda gingerly crawled out of the dumpster. The wet steel was cold against her hot skin. A chill ran up her spine. Then she helped Lydia out. They sifted through the trash until they found some relatively clean paper napkins and started to meticulously clean themselves off.

The drizzle turned into a light rain.

“Ah, perfect,” Lydia whined again.

“Mixed blessing, my little friend,” Brenda said, trying to see a bright spot in their suddenly depressing lives. “The rain will help us clean their cum off our bodies and out of our hair.”

As if in answer, the rain increased dramatically again. Brenda glanced up to the Heavens, wondering what she did to deserve this. Soon her wild mane of glossy black hair was drenched and dripping, and her body shimmered with a thin coat of water. It made lathing the sticky cum off much easier. Before long, both women were as clean as rain and elbow grease would get them.

Of course, the cold rain had over effects too. Both women’s bodies reacted as expected to cold and wet. Their skin goose-fleshed and their nipples rose up in rock hard erections.

“Could be worse,” Brenda mused, frowning up at the low rain clouds drenching them.

“How?” Lydia asked, her voice taking on a bare hint of hysteria.

Brenda shrugged. “Felicity could’ve just as easily had Ty hand us over to some pimp or madam. In our condition after they finished with us, we would’ve been helpless against a determined sex peddler. We’d both be walking the streets right now.”

Lydia just dropped her gaze, wrapped her arms around herself and shivered.

“We need clothes,” Lydia said, stating the obvious. “But we don’t have money.”

Lydia was stripped down to red, strappy sandals. Brenda had a garter belt, black hose and black pumps. Lydia was right. They would need money to get clothes.

“I can get money easy enough, once I have access to a phone,” Brenda said confidently. Knowing she had millions secreted away to fall back on was heartening. “But first we need to find out exactly where we are. Then I can call Timothy Wainscot.”

Timothy Wainscot was an old High School and college friend, and Brenda’s personal banker. Indeed, he was far more than her banker. He managed her plethora of very private, and frequently very secret, bank accounts around the world. As well, he paid all of her personal credit cards, ensuring they were always paid in full well before the due date each month. In large part due to his vigilance her credit was spotless. If anyone could, Timothy could get cash and/or credit cards in Brenda’s hands so she could buy clothes, shelter and food. In that order.

Brenda led the way down the alley. They moved cautiously. The last thing they needed was to be discovered by the wrong type of men. Vagrants. Pimps. Pushers. The worst sort of men lived in red light districts. Delta City had several such districts. Some were worse than others. They had to be supremely careful.

The rain was getting steadily, but slowly worse. By the time they reached the mouth of the alley there were few pedestrians in sight. So covering her naked tits with a forearm, and her twat with her other hand, Brenda ventured out into the street far enough to read the nearest street sign.

“Great Liberty! Those sleazy bastards,” Brenda growled, and rushed back into the alley. She grabbed Lydia’s hand and half dragged her back into the alley. “Stay out of sight. They left us in the middle of the worst, most depraved section of Sugar Town.”

“Oh shit.”

Sugar Town was Delta City’s largest red light district. It was also the most dangerous, skankiest, sleaziest of all the red light districts. It was the closest to downtown, so lots of businessmen visited it during lunchtime and right after work. The district’s streetwalkers, brothels and strip joints did booming business. And worse, it was painfully obvious the cops tasked with cleaning it up were on the take, since it had the highest crime rate in the city and the lowest arrested rate.

“We’re near the corner of Anita and Cox,” Brenda said, scowling.

Everyone thought it a great joke that the busiest intersection and best place to pick up a streetwalker was at the corner of Anita Cox. I need-a cocks. It absolutely disgraced two fine Delta City families, the banking family of Anita and the real estate mogul Cox family.

“I can’t believe this has happened to me,” Brenda said. “I’ve been robbed of my fortune, stripped naked, fucked and tossed into the middle of the skankiest, sleaziest red light district imaginable. Great Liberty, I’ve gone to great lengths to make life miserable for the denizens of Sugar Town both as Brenda Wade and as Ms Americana. These people DESPISE me.”

“Every day keeps getting worse and worse,” Lydia said. She looked up into the rain, then down at her erect pink nipples. Gently caressing one of her nipples, then poking it to test its hardness. “I’m freezing, exhausted and afraid. I’d do anything for a warm, safe bed right now. And I do mean ANYTHING.”

“Lydia! Be careful what you say,” Brenda said, looking around worriedly. “I’m not superstitious, but…”

Lydia nodded. She understood completely. They’ve have enough bad luck for one lifetime in the last couple of days.

<When things come unraveled, they REALLY come unraveled,> Brenda thought dismally.

“Shhh,” Lydia said.

Both women stopped breathing, listening intently. There. Voices. Male voices.

“They’re coming up the alley,” Brenda said, eyes wild as she looked all around. There were only about five doors she could see. “Check all the doors. Hurry.”

They split. Brenda ran to the closet door on the south side of the alley. She desperately tugged, twisted and cursed at the knob. It was locked. So she rushed to the second door down. It was locked as well.

“Here,” Lydia cried urgently. “I found one.”

Lydia was standing half inside an open door. Brenda ran as fast as she could to that door. The men heard them and called out. The desperate duo ducked inside and quickly locked the door. Seconds later they heard the men through the door. The men quickly moved on past, calling back and forth to each other. At no time did any of them even test the door knob, so they didn’t see them enter that door.

“Great Liberty,” Brenda breathed. “That was close.”

She looked around. They were in a long, dark hallway. There was only one burning bulb, and it was dim. The air was stale and stuffy. The floor was filthy, and the walls were dingy brown.

“Yuck,” Lydia voiced their thoughts exactly.

Once again, Brenda led the way down the hallway. Lydia was pressed up close behind her. Brenda felt Lydia’s cold hands and hot tits pressed against her back as they slowly crept down the long hallway. The hall ended in an entrance foyer of the building. Brenda stopped beneath the stairwell, looking up five stories.

“Is this a hotel?” Lydia said.

“Maybe,” Brenda said. “But where’s the lobby? And front desk?”

“Hello? Who’s out there?” a gruff male voice echoed loudly.

A short man in white “wife-beater” tank t-shirt and Bermuda shorts. He was only about five foot six, but with a distended belly, pattern baldness and a three day growth of salt and pepper beard. He looked mean and cruel as she paused to scratch his butt and look them over.

“I don’t rent no rooms to whores no more,” he scowled. “I got raided too many times. The city threatened to confiscate my property if they caught whores working out of here again.”

Brenda blanched. That was the initiative she forced through city council last year.

“We’re not whores, moron,” Lydia said, blue eyes flashing.

His dark eyes darkened even more as he stepped towards them.

“Get out,” he demanded. “Get out before I have the police arrest you for trespassing.”

“We have nowhere to go,” Brenda said. “And it’s cold and raining.”

“Not my problem, whore,” he said. Both women stepped back until their backs were pressed against the wall. He scowled at them as he looked them over. After a few seconds his expression softened, then recognition dawned on his ugly face. “Oh! Oh! Damn, do you know who you are? You’re that bitch Brenda Wade, who got what she deserved last night.”

“I most certainly did not!” Brenda cried, outraged. “I was robbed.”

“And toss out on your goodie-two-shoe butt,” he said, grinning and scratching himself some more. This time he scratched his crotch. “I TIVO’ed the news coverage last night, and I’ve been re-watching it over and over all morning. God, it was pure beautiful justice!”

“How dare you!” Brenda cried.

“You morally depraved creep,” Lydia said.

He just looked them over with hungry, lecherous eyes. Both women immediately cross their arms before the heavy chests. His eyes then drop southward, forcing them to each to place a hand over their nether region as well.

“How the mighty have fallen,” he said. “Not so much fun being poor and desperate, is it Miss Stuckup?” He laughed. “I never dreamed the likes of Brenda Wade and her pet blonde would end up in my hotel.”

“We’re not staying,” Brenda said loftily. “Please direct us to a public phone and we’ll leave as soon as our business is conducted.”

“Huh? You want to make a phone call? Public phone?” he said, then snickered. “Public phones are PAY phones, rich bitch.” His bold eyes raked her shapely, nearly naked body, “And I don’t see anywhere for you to keep any change, babe.”

Brenda felt her face burning. Her heart was racing. To be so lewdly gawked at by such a low-bred man was almost beyond her ability to endure. And now he was speaking to her as if she were an idiot.

“Perhaps I could use your home phone?” Brenda said. “Mr. ….?”

“Ritter. Danny Ritter. Sure, I got a phone, but that ain’t free either,” he said. He held out his right hand, rubbing his thumb and index together. “No pay, then its good day. Get out.”

Brenda took a deep, steadying breath. Danny’s eyes immediately locked on her rising and falling tits. She remembered her primary advantage, but had to fight revulsion and deep reluctance to wield it with Mr. Ritter. But after only a second’s hesitation, Brenda let her arms fall to her sides and gave him the unobstructed view he so wanted.

“I would REALLY appreciate it if you let me use your phone, Danny.”

He struggled to swallow a lump in his throat. Brenda noticed the big bulge in his shorts. Lydia followed her lead, then, and dropped her arms to her side. Danny almost went cross-eyed trying to take in the naked beauties before him.

“I….I…,” he stammered.

“Is that a yes?” Brenda said, stepping towards him. He took a step back and started nodding. “Thank you, Danny. You’ll have my eternal gratitude.”

“Right this way,” he said, backing up as he watched them following. Their hanging tits bounced with each step, with cold water still dripping off them and their nipples hard, pink and very erect. “Right in here, ladies.”

Brenda followed him through a tiny, cluttered office, and into his apartment. The phone was on the end table by the greasy looking couch.

Brenda walked straight over to the phone and picked up the handset. She paused, hearing the dial tone, and slanted a glance over her shoulder at Lydia.

“Lydia, do you mind entertaining Danny while I make some calls?”

“Local calls,” Danny interjected. “No long distance.”

“Just local. Promise,” Brenda said. She sat daintily on the filthy looking couch, suppressing the revulsion she felt, and slowly crossed her mile long legs. Danny, of course, got a flash of bikini waxed pussy. “A little privacy, please?”

“Huh?” Danny said, confused.

“Mr. Ritter? What’s down this way?” Lydia said as she started down a hallway, going deeper into his apartment.

“Heh! Where you going, girlie?”

Brenda’s fake smile melted away as Danny hurried after Lydia. She quickly dialed Wainscot & Associates. Timothy’s secretary answered. Seconds later she was transferred to Timothy, who answered promptly. As always.

“Brenda! What happened?” Timothy said, worried evident in every word.

“I won’t lie to you. It’s bad, Timothy,” she said. “I’m not sure what happened. Felicity has some doctored up documents or something that she filed to steal away my fortune. I promise you, it won’t stand. I’m going to drag her down and take it all back, as soon as possible.”

“I believe you,” he said, sounding encouraged.

“Now, first and foremost, I need cash and credit cards. Fast,” Brenda said. She picked up a notepad with the hotel’s name on it. She remembered it now. As Ms Americana she roused whores out of the place half a dozen times. It was called Ritter’s Residency Hotel. A residential hotel, or so said the notepad. “Get a pen and I’ll give you the address to send them.”

“I have nothing to send you,” Timothy said.

Brenda’s blood ran cold. She froze. Breathing was impossible for a dozen heartbeats. Then she took a slow intake of breath, and let it out just as slowly, forcing her heart rate to slow.

“What do you mean?”

“All of your accounts are empty.”

“No. How?”

“You emptied them, through Felicity,” he said.

“But the secret accounts…”

“Empty,” he said. “All of them.”

“I have nothing? Absolutely NOTHING?”

“Well…,” he said. She felt a deep sense of relief wash over her. Leave it to Timothy to take care of her. Then he continued, his voice sounding contrite, “You have about $330,000 in personal debt. About $90,000 is outstanding checks the banks are already calling about. Felicity left that.”

“No!”

Meanwhile, Lydia led Danny away from Brenda. She needed privacy, and time, to discuss her private business. Business Danny didn’t need to listen in upon.

“Oh, what’s in here?” Lydia said, opening the refrigerator and bent over at the hips, ass trust out and knees locked. There wasn’t much. Mostly light beer and leftover Chinese takeout. “Mmmm, looks….uh…yummy.”

Standing, she noticed him start to turn back toward the living room, when Brenda cried, “No!”

“Ouchie!” Lydia said, capturing his attention. She licked her full lips as she rubbed her left tit as if she hit it against something. “Sharp corners.”

“Huh?” he said, eyes wide with wonder.

She pinched her left nipple, quickly. He gasped, eyes bugging out. She laughed and brushed past him, making sure her 36Ds rubbed all the way across his chest. Up close, she noticed just how incredibly hairy the man was. Like a chimp hairy.

“What’s back here?”

Danny eagerly followed Lydia to the bathroom. Lydia immediately realized her mistake. He completely filled the door out. She was trapped inside. Danny looked like he understood her vulnerability, and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity.

Lydia quickly reviewed a dozen martial arts moves that would send him flying and get her past him, when she heard Brenda’s voice getting louder and more urgent. Once again, Danny’s attention was pulled away from Lydia.

“Is that a full shower?” Lydia said, stepping into the bathtub. It was repulsive. She never believed a BATHTUB could be so filthy and covered in discolored soap scum. She reached for the hot and cold knobs. “Do you have hot water? I really need a shower.”

Danny’s full attention returned to Lydia.

“G-go ahead,” he stammered, starting to shake. “I don’t mind.”

“You’re so sweet,” Lydia said. She paused to bend over and remove her strappy red high heels. Then she turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until it was just right. She, of course, left the shower curtain open so Danny’s attention would be riveted to her, and leave Brenda alone until she sorted their finances out. “Oooo, this feels sooo good.”

After drenching her shapely teenage body with wonderfully hot water, Lydia quickly lathered up from head to toes. She took her time rinsing, then slowly lathered up again. After a second rinse, she began washing her long, blonde hair.

Once the shower was over, Danny hurried over with a thin, stained towel. She looked the towel over warily, but he swore it was clean. Permanently stained, but clean. Lydia reluctantly let Danny towel her body off, since he started anyway and she wasn’t sure Brenda was finished.

<She better hurry up,> Lydia thought as Danny slowly dried her 36Ds, very thoroughly. His hands were big and strong. And firm. She felt a wave of frightening heat wash through her as he touched her so familiarly. <This bastard will be riding me all night if she leaves us alone too much longer.>

“Huummmm,” Lydia groaned, then locked eyes with Danny. Her face flamed red and she averted her eyes. He brought the towel up between her thighs and started to rub her dry. “Oooooohhhh,”

Lydia sucked in air sharply, placing her hands on his shoulders. They locked eyes. She’d never seen eyes so lusty and calculating. A cruel smile slowly spread across his ugly face. Danny continued to “dry” her twat an overlong time, and then cupped her tits through the thin towel. Lydia’s head rolled back and she groaned long and low. They both knew in that instant she would do anything he wanted. In the next instant his greedy mouth sucked in her right nipple.

Erotic pleasure erupted in Lydia’s body. She gasped and grasped Danny’s balding head, holding him firmly against her tit as he sucked her into sexual bliss.

Then Brenda’s urgent voice drifted in, “Guten tag, Herr Muller.”

“German?” Danny said, head popping up. “Jesus! She’s calling Germany!”

He charged out of the bathroom, leaving Lydia gasping and confused.

“What are you doing, bitch?” Danny growled, pulling the phone out of Brenda’s hand and hanging it up with a brutal slam. “I told you no long distance, so you go off and call Germany!”

“Switzerland,” Brenda said dejectedly, not even bothering to look at him.

<All gone,> she thought dismally. <Felicity took every last cent. She didn’t leave a single account unlooted.>

The tap-tapping of Lydia’s return got her attention. She had on one shoe, and was hopping on one foot trying to put the other on. Her long blonde hair was dripping wet again, and beaded water ran off her body. Danny, despite his fury, paused to watch her a long moment, lust consuming his face as her 36Ds bounced, nipples erect. Then once she had the shoe on and stood up straight, the show over, he returned to berating and threatening Brenda.

“I’m calling the police,” he finally said. “You STOLE phone service.”

“No,” Brenda said, grabbing the phone. Lydia gasped and grabbed Danny’s left arm. “No police.”

They couldn’t afford getting the police involved. She knew they wouldn’t arrest her for making a long distance phone call. But they would arrest Lydia and herself for being NAKED the second Danny tossed them out of his apartment. And he WOULD toss them. Indecent exposure would be the charge, just to start off with. And after all the two of them have endured, they didn’t need to top it all off with an arrest and jail time.

Danny growled and twisted the phone out of Brenda’s grasp, so she tangled her legs with his and tripped him. The surly middle-aged super fell atop the beautiful former billionaire, the phone clutched in the hand he had extended above his head. She felt his unshaven face land in her deep cleavage. He shook his head back and forth, scraping her tender flesh with the abrasive stubble. But she couldn’t worry about being motorboated. Brenda had to get that phone away from him. She had to stop him from calling the police.

“Mmmm-hmmmm,” Danny said from deep in her cleavage.

Lydia climbed up his back, dragging his grimy white tank top up as she went. Like Brenda, all she thought about was getting that phone from Danny. But even in her hysteria and need to attain her target, she felt his coarse back hair grinding into her inner thighs. She felt that thick pelt he called back hair combing through her pubic mound and caressing the shaven pubes to either side of her slit.

“Ugh,” Lydia groaned, then grunted with effort. That disconcerting, tingly heat was starting in her loins again. It made her heart pound even harder. “We can work this out.”

“I’ll pay you back, dammit,” Brenda growled, voice strained with effort.

Brenda couldn’t believe the amount of effort she was expending struggling with Danny. He was small, old and obviously terribly out of shape. But even after only a moment of thrashing about with him and Lydia, she was winded and starting to sweat. Of course, fear of further degradation and humiliation was weighing heavily on her mind.

“You…hav-mmmm…nnnothing to pay me with,” Danny said, struggling to free his face of her silky smooth, perfumed cleavage. Then he found himself looking straight at Brenda’s hard, pink nipple. “Oh.”

Danny didn’t hesitate. He sucked in Brenda’s nipple and started to suck. The sex-starved super didn’t expect her to allow him to indulge himself for long. She was WAY out of his league. They both knew it. But with that pretty pink nipple begging for attention right before his face, how could he resist?

“Oh! What?” Brenda said, then gasped. She started to protest, but then her fingers touched the phone. She was taller so had greater reach, and now that he wasn’t trashing about, trying to keep the phone out of her grasp, Brenda finally had a chance. And if her tits gave her the opportunity, then she was going to take it. “Let go of the phone.”

“Mmmm,” Danny said, but held on tightly to the telephone.

“Got it!” Lydia cried, her hands reaching the phone as well. “Uh, let go!”

Lydia felt her tits brushing back and forth across the side of Danny’s unshaven face. It was a slightly painful, very erotic feeling. She struggled just as hard to suppress her growing libido as she did to wrestle the phone from Danny’s grasp.

Danny’s left hand released the phone, but the right hung on tightly. With his left, he quickly caressed Lydia’s long, shapely leg. She sucked in her breath, but kept up her fight for the phone. Then he reached up and grasped Brenda’s gigantic tit, giving it a squeeze and stroke. He marveled at the firmness of the tit, and the silky softness of the skin stretched over it. Then he began to roll the nipple between his thumb and index finger, enjoying the gasp emitted by Brenda’s warm lips and the way her whole body jerked.

Brenda felt his hand on her tit, then he gave it a firm pinch, and that evolved into a firm rolling action between his fingers. It was an erotic action that hit her below the belt. Literally. She felt an electric like shock rip through her body, and slam straight into her twat. It was instant pleasure, instant lubrication wetting her pussy. But she couldn’t defend her body until she had that damn phone.

Danny released the phone with his right hand, and reached back behind him. He caressed Lydia’s rump, enjoying how smooth and soft it was. Then his fingers sought out and found her wet pussy, starting to caress the pubes and then the swollen and hypersensitive lips of Lydia’s slit.

Lydia gasped, her young teenage body tensing up as she felt his hand move across her bottom and down to her most intimate place. It was like electricity when his embolden fingers began to explore her womanhood. It felt TOO good. She could barely breathe. It was the bathroom all over again. It was the mansion, under Felicity and the staff’s absolute power all over again. Lydia felt every hand that had ever touched her intimately suddenly all over again.

She wanted to grind her pussy against his hand, and at the same time she wanted to run away and hide. But before she could do anything, she had to get control of that phone. She pulled desperately at the phone, but couldn’t pull it free.

“Mmmmggghhhh,” Lydia groaned.

“Uuuhhhhgggghhh,” Brenda groaned in response upon hearing her cherished ward and super heroine sidekick sound so awfully aroused.

She struggled with the phone, trying to take it from Danny. But he was so strong and determined. But how? He seemed totally absorbed with her 38Gs. Where was he finding the wherewithal to keep fighting her? Was he really more of a man than she ever anticipated? Was he that strong? The mere thought of such a strong man dominating her so easily sent Brenda’s mind to reeling.

Brenda swallowed hard, redoubling her efforts. She felt the changes in her overheated body. If she didn’t triumph quickly Danny would conquer her. He, disgusting as he was, would have her. Her body would force her to yield.

<Great Liberty! Am I really such a ravening slut?> she thought. <I have to be strong. For Lydia’s sake.>

In the meantime, Lydia was having her own problems. Exhaustion was setting in. She’d endured too much, been abused too long and hard, to last much longer. Her strength was failing, even as she felt her opponent’s strength starting to wane as well. If only she could outlast him.

Then his finger slipped inside her slit.

“Aaiigghhhh,” Lydia cried.

Danny clamped down on Brenda’s nipple with his teeth, and pinched her other nipple, hard. Brenda cried out and bucked, feeling strength suddenly evaporating from her body, from her arms. Then he released her nipple and reached up. She watched his hand with weary eyes as he placed his hand behind Lydia’s head and pulled her face down to his. As Lydia’s lips parted, then melted into his, Brenda felt the phone come loose in her hands. But it was too late.

Intense heat rushed through Brenda’s body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the hard bulge between his short legs press against her pussy. Brenda released the phone and reached down, starting to unfasten his belt.

Seconds later his hard cock sprang free. The tip was already wet with his excitement when it smacked against her, just to the right of her slit. Consumed with need and desire, Brenda took the hot shaft in hand and stroked it several times, feeling him harden even more within her firm grasp. With her free hand, she spread her pussy lips. Then she guided him straight to her pussy.

“Puusshh,” she purred in his ear.

Danny didn’t pause to think. He thrust forward, and felt his eager cock penetrate Brenda Wade’s cunt lips. The head of his dick moved straight as an arrow to and into her vagina. So he pushed harder, and easily slid deep inside the gorgeous woman. He was mildly disappointed, expecting such a stuck up feminist to be very tight from disuse.

“Yyeessss,” Brenda whispered, eyes closing to savor the feel of a man inside her again.

<I’ve turned into such a slut,> she thought.

With his tongue deep in Lydia’s eager mouth and his cock crammed to the hilt in Brenda’s cunt, Danny’s head spun with delirious sexual joy. He fingered Lydia’s pussy from that awkward position, and wondered how he got so lucky. Never had he even bedded a whore half as fine as Lydia, much less Brenda.

<These bitches are High Class cooch,> he thought. <And I’m fucking them. Hell, they’re fucking ME!>

Lydia rolled off his back to lie next to Brenda, never breaking the lip lock they shared. Danny’s finger did slip out, but he thrust it back up her cunt the second she settled in position, and pushed it much deeper. The nineteen year old blonde beauty groaned and started caressing her own tits and pulling her own nipples. Brenda started gyrating her hips at that time, grinding her cunt into his pumping cock every time he thrust deep into her pussy, her hands on his hips trying to pulling him harder and deeper into her.

“God,” Danny said, pulling away from the kiss and watching Brenda slowly lick her upper lip then purse those perfect, full lips. “I always thought you two were a pair of goodie-goodie, man-hating feminist. I never dreamed you were such nymphos.”

“I was a virgin up until three days ago,” Lydia said breathlessly. He laughed and turned his finger to massage her engorged clit. “Oooowww. Aaaahhhhh.”

“Soooo good to me,” Brenda breathed sexily.

Danny felt his cock harden even more, feeling the need to pound into her harder and faster. So he pulled his finger from Lydia’s pussy, eliciting a sad little mew from her, and grabbed hold of Brenda’s well rounded hips with both hands. He wanted to do it right. He wanted to make that long hated woman SCREAM.

Brenda started pumping her mile long legs in rhythm with his thrusts. He was pushing her to the edge. She wasn’t fighting it. The disgraced and outcast former billionaire wanted that orgasm. She needed it. And she was fighting for it now.

“Oh! Yes! That’s right,” Brenda cried. “Oh, yes! You got it, Danny. I’m almost there…almost…there…I’m…OH! Ohhh! Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!”

“You’re there,” Danny cried jubilantly. He felt her pussy quivering all around his cock. Her flat, hard belly convulsed and trembled, and she screamed again. All the while, he pumped in and out of her with wild abandon. Then he felt the pleasure change, and seconds later thick, gooey cum flooded her vagina. “Bingo! I’ve nailed Brenda Wade!”

“Nail me,” Lydia said petulantly. “Do me next.”

Danny looked at Lydia, then Brenda below him. Both women were panting. Lydia was panting from NEED. Brenda was huffing and puffing from being royally fucked.

Life was good.