Blunder Broad- BB goes to Hollywood, Part 2

E.N.Cuire

When we last left Blundie, she had finished her first day on set as the stunt double for Aphra Zuniga, who was portraying the Superheroine called Blunder Broad. Blundie and Charlie, who was playing Galaxeena and was doing her own stunts, ended up abed together after a repast and tiredly passing out.

Blundie came to gradually, feeling as if cuddled by her Mommy and sucking on a tit that was giving her no liquids. She heard a ringing and hoped her feeling wasn't because she was in a boxing ring again and badly battered.

"I'm so sorry I cant give you some milk, Dana..." Came a sweet voice that was starting to be remembered through the haze that was her mind. "Oh, my... Telephone... Shall I answer it?"

"Mmmmmphhhh!" Went Blundie while continuing to suckle, an answer Charlie took to be an affirmative.

"Dana King residence... This is Charlie, how can I help you?"

Seemed that the shooting schedule had been changed around because they'd gotten some actress they wanted to play the part of Bwitcha in the film so Dana and Charlie were on call but not needed until the following Monday. Charlie let out a loud whoop after replacing the receiver and hugged Blundie. "And we continue to get paid because it's a Union film... There's a party in Beverly Hills that we can go to tonight... It'll be great... Lots of Movie People and we might even get our names in the Gollywood Trades... Or better... Our pictures in National Enquirer or People..."

"I dont really care for parties, Charlie... Why dont you go? I'm fine by myself..."

"Our agent would not be happy if you passed up such a chance to be seen by the Gollywood movers and shakers, Dana... Besides, I dont want to go if you dont go..."

The cute pout on the Blonde's luscious lips made Blundie relent. On her nod, those luscious lips captured Blundie's and this led to that so that both, still fully dressed from the night before, fell onto the king sized bed and came up for air an hour later.

Blundie explained to Charlie that she only had one other outfit that would fit her and be good enough for a party. "But I wear it with a mask... The costume doesn't work without the mask..."

"Dana. That's perfect! I forgot to tell you the party is a masquerade party so the mask would be perfect! This is so exciting... I have a mask for my costume, too, so we'll be like... Twins..."

Twins never hugged that way, nor did a twin seduce another one as Charlie did to Blundie, which caused another two hour tryst of hide the tongue or glove in whatever was available. A wondering thought flashed through Blundie's sex befuddled brain at some point, wondering if Galaxeena had a sister. Blundie was almost overjoyed when Charlie jumped up like the energizer bunny and insisted they go out for a meal. They went to Charlie's apartment so Charlie could change into her masquerade costume which turned out to be so hot that Blundie could barely keep gloved hands off her. "I wanted to go as a Superheroine and found this great little shop off Melrose who made me the rubber costume..." She told Blundie. "There are supposed to be two real Superheroines as guests of honor at the party tonight.. Maybe the Paparazzi will think we're them..."

Blundie admired the crotch high white rubber boots with the six inch stiletto heels, the gauntlets of like material and color that flared out beyond Charlie's elbows, the medium blue halter top with a large white star, the two outside tips well situated at two nipples that stood out against the rubber material. And then there was that white hip belt that pretended to hold up the red rubber microskirt under which Charlie had put on blue rubber panties with a crotch zipper. "FemAmerica wears a costume like that one..." Went Blundie suddenly.

"Oh, goodie. You're into Superheroines, too... Who are you going as?"

"Ah... You've probably never heard of her... Superheroine named Femme Courageous..."

"Oh, yes. She helped out bringing some Maffia bigwigs to justice... I heard she took on a bunch of donkeys in a fuckfest... Ooops... Forgot... So did we, didn't we?"

They drove to the party in Charlie's little Honda and left it with a parking attendant with a red jacket, strode up the driveway arm in arm. Blundie, now having donned the FC costume, was getting quite hot and the leers they were getting were aiding the process. She felt like a slab of prime beef, feeling like she was walking along without the microdress, just in high boots, gauntlets and mask. And felt her nipples stiffen under the examining eyes.

"Ohmygosh... Look... Blond Avenger and Red Ryder... They're the guests of honor!"

Blundie gulped and wanted to take a quiet leave but it was too late. The Mother and Daughter Superheroine duo had looked over and spotted her, took quick leave of the people they were talking to and were at 'FC's' side in a trice. Blond Avenger's gloved arms surrounded Blundie's body as Red Ryder moved behind Blundie before both started hugging and kissing their friend. Charlie was aghast and looking on in awe.

"Ohmy gosh... Ohmygolly... I've been having sex with a real Superheroine and no one will ever believe me..."

Party hued women and men were crowding around BA, RR and FC, and forcing Charlie into their midst, four lush bodied and full blooded Female sex machines together. Blundie had no way out except to greet her friends and hug them back. Cameras were flashing and Charlie was primping, pleased to be included in the little group that was bound to bring her noteriety. Blundie gasped suddeny as she felt something wet dribbling down and into the top of her right blue high boot and realised someone had taken the crush as an excuse to vent a sexual release. Not unpleasant was Red Ryder's pussy rubbing up and down on the top of Blundie's left boot. Excitement and pleasure were riding high and drinks were being pressed on the four fabulous Females which, because of the press of people and the heated position they were in, they consumed in quick gulps.

By now, Charlie had been crowded against Red Ryder and Red Ryder's powerful, long legs were on either side of one crotch booted leg belonging to Charlie who was almost swooning as she felt Red Ryder move up and down on that leg, her very hot, latex covered twat squishing against the thigh and boot top. Blundie and BA were boob to boob and pressed so far together that their boobs became rounder as they were pressed into further contact. None of the four girls seemed to mind and, in fact, gloved hands came into play as each started an exploration of her partner, seemingly forgetting about the throng surrounding them. And there were other hands at play, gloved and otherwise, roaming the bodies of the four more than accepting girls while other gloved hands, not belonging to the foursome, were being used to pump on huge cocks who's owners didn't think others would notice. The girls all did but accepted gushing firehosing of their costumes that dribbled down, unseen because of the crowd, into the tops of boots or onto the flagstoned ground.

There were those at the party who were not happy at this turn of events. Not happy at all. Oh, they knew thier husbands and sugar daddies had mistresses and most of the mistresses were here tonight with the infamous Gollywood 'Beards', mostly gays who moved around the edges of Gollywood and acted as boy friends to the unmarried femmes or escorts for the more prissy wives who's husbands seemed to be forever on location. Plans were afoot, as Sherlock Holmes was wont to say, to take down these upstarts once and for all.

"Look at those sluts... And drunk as skunks after only a couple of drinks..." Went the wife of a prominent Gollywood Star who was known for his disgusting displays of affection to his wife in public, making her look like another Gollywood whore.

"I assume the plans for those four football teams are well under way?" Asked another, the wife oa a philandering Director.

"I woudn't mind getting at those fabulous bodies before the footballers do..." Went another who was the wife in name only of a Gollywood Producer, known for his penchant of dipping his wick in every starlet who entered his office. And there were many, even when he wasn't actually casting a Movie.

"My dear... Fear not... You'll get your chance... Another half hour and we'll get 'em to the sauna and steam room..."

Charlie was the only one who scoped that their drinks had been laced. A common occurence at Gollywood parties and, heck, she loved sex so just shrugged and went back to sucking tongue of the shiny red clad Superheeroine who she found to be completely devoid of inhibitions, so much so Red Ryder opened her top and allowed her breasts further access to the ebony gloved hands fondling them so well. Perhaps spotting Red Ryder's mammary magnificence jiggling denuded persuaded Blundie that her own boobs, as FC, were too well covered so those jumped out to play with BA's gloved hands.

"Damn. Lucky girl... Those boobs are real!" Said a pretty young thing in white leather who'd added her own gloved hands to heft Blunderful boobs. And squeezed them hard to prove the point, causing points to further engorge from excitement. "I go for guys but I'd love to have this one between my legs..."

"Boyzzz and gurlzzz... Time to let our Guests of Honor relax a little... Looks like they need to get cleaned up before the excitement we have planned..."

There was a collective goran from all, including the quartette who were the centers of attention. But no one argued with one of these Mavens of Gollywood lest they be excommunicated from the 'A' circle. They allowed the Mavens to take filthied and cum dripping gloved hands and led from the crowd's midst and down toward the garden. "We have to get you gurlzzz all cleaned up... The boyzzz seem to have gotten your costumes quite... Sullied..."

The low building they were taken to looked like a well equipped gymnasium with every state of the art workout machine money could buy. Blundie was now seperated from BA and thrust at Red Ryder, the duo attaching themselves to each other like limpets almost like a switch was never made. Charlie was happy to find herself now being worked over by Blond Avenger's gloved hands before BA went to booted knees and attached herself to another of Charlie's parts. No one noticed two of the mavens climbing into neoprene costumes, donning crotch high boots of rubber, and rubber linemans gloves plus helmets with lucite face masks. Others forced Red Ryder and Blundie into what looked like a wood walled cell while hoses were attached to the mavens' costumes, the hoses oother ends being attached to two faucets inside the cell. By now, Blundie and Margie were beyond caring and were already on a wooden bench as steam started building up in the cell.

The almost space look costumes now worn by the two mavens were actually being cooled by water running through the costumes as the other two heated even further, stopping their assault of each others' lush bodies being the furtherest thing from their minds.

The two mavens now took up whippy bamboo switches and added to the duo's heated temperatures as they started whipping at bare flesh. Not even the pain could stop the duo from their self appointed orgasms as hurt was applied with vigor by the two cooled and refreshed mavens who's every smack was accompanied with the sloshing of the cooling water flowing through their costumes, overflowing from high boot and long glove tops to flow through wooden slats onto the heated rocks under the floor and emerge as more steam. And the two Heroines were steaming as well, not only sexually but their lush bodies were soaked in sweat while they missed not a beat, both orgasming from their ministrations of each others' best parts, tongues obtainig much needed liquids from each other as they tongued each other to one after another shuddering orgasm.

The two mavens seemed to be working as a well drilled team as each now took other, garden sized hoses to gloved hands and rammed each in unison up two moving assholes, scoring deep penetration before each operated faucets which caused gushes of cold water to be used as enemas in the two asses' rectums, powerful, freezing and painful. Amd mading each big gal's bowels blow forth past the held in place hoses. Moves that stopped the next orgasms mid stream. Neither of the two patsys complained since both were too orgasmed out and depleted to do more than bleat.

"They've sweated so much we'd better give them some liquids..." Went one of the mavens before both applied those same hoses, rectum fresh, in mouths that had come up to bleat.

Red Ryder was meantime supping at the pussy of that one who'd claimed to be a man lover and was proving her own lie as she humped Margie's luscious nose and mouth with a vigor she'd possibly never used on her husband. And Charlie found herself on a treadmill, bound there by her boobs and having to run faster and faster on those six inch heeled boots in order that her bountiful boobs not be torn from her torso. And suffering under the lashes of two bull whips wielded with expertise by two of the mavens. Another was working hard at ensconcing a humungous dildo in Red Ryder's so well rounded rump. Not that this was bothering Red Ryder. She just shifted her legs and made more room for the now vibrating device to enter her further. Neither was even aware when Blundie and Blonde Avenger were half carried, half escorted from the gym and onto a field where rain had begun in ernest. BA recognised the field as a football field, Blundie did not, knowing nothing about the sport.

"You both..." Came the voice of the leader of the mavens, "Are about to play a game of exhibition football for us. Our guests have been well attired against the weather and are under the overhang in nice, warm seats. We have different rules for this game that I'm sure you'll enjoy, being the sluts you are... Instead of a ball, the players, in this case from two Major teams, will use you as the projectiles usually made of pigskin... And anything goes so you'd better be prepared to run..."

"Huh?" Went Blundie, looking around at all these humungous behemoths that passed as football players and licking her lips while looking at codpieces. Or what she took to be codpieces. She was pleased when all these guys crowded around her and BA. Until a whistle went off and she was felled by one of the monsters, driving her pretty face deep in the mud. And felt something humungous rip into that area that had most recently received a lewd enema while she took a huge fist to the visage that was now pulled from the mud to receive it.

She quickly received an enema not of the sort she'd received in the sauna and found her mouth stuffed with another piece of meat which quickly lost a load down her throat before she was bodilly lifted and carried down the field some ten yards and before her carrier was tackled, sending her down into the mud again, this time with long booted legs splayed wide enough to accomodate another member deep in an orifice more normally receiving. This one had just started spewing when Blundie was ripped from his grasp and headed toward the far goalposts again, her newest carrier tackled close to the goal line which sent her on a trajectory at one of the uprights of the goalpost, a hard wood hunk of wood that refused to doge her flailing form so that she struck the post head on. And she went down another time.

It was doubtful Blundie even saw that BA had arrived in a similar manner at the goalposts at the other end but all the palyers seemed to have the same ideas. Both Superheroines were brought aloft by strong arms, leaned against the goalposts and started receiving punishment for being bad balls. Ham sized fists started pounding on huge boobs and muddied faces, knocking heads form one side to the other with blows that could be heard all the way to San Diego. A matter of a hundred, thirty five miles.

BA felt like they were trying to rearrange her pussy as knees with protective covering were rammed between her legs time and again, lifting her aloft at every kick.

"That's the Juice working over the Blonde..." Went a cute redhead in the stands next to a masked older man. And look. His best buddy RJ is doing anumber on her too... Isn't it exciting?"

"The Juice... He's the guy who gets away with Blondkill, huh?" Went Saul, knowing he'd love to pay this Juice to further beat his Wife. "I wonder if those two might rape her..."

His enjoyment was doubled as his wife was turned and slammed boob first into the goal post, her latex microskirt raised and, with no ceremony, her already well fucked and drooling ass filled with huge cockmeat while her gloved hands were pulled so they could surround more meat belonging to more of the team members who then set to beating her kidneys so she would move her hands in a manner they wanted her to, causing her to get hosed from either side, gism drooling lewdly down her microdress and legs, into the tops of her long boots.

Saul was obviously excited by watching his Superheroine wife get it from the Juice and obvioulsy shudder in orgasm just before he withdrew and was replaced by RJ. He almost missed seeing the pretty but but unkempt Auburntressed beauty in red latex and high red boots and gloves who was forced to her knees and ordered to take out the guest's cock and suck it. He groaned in pleasure as those ruby lips surrounded his immensly excited hardon and took it past her tonsils in a shocking display that his wife's little girl was no little girl. Realised his secretest and fondest desire was coming to pass because he'd longed for a piece of this young pricktease for many a moon. And watching his wife get plumbed to boot while getting the shit beat out of her.

Red Ryder grunted as her gullet was filled and the subject of her oral excellence rammed her deeper onto his prick, pulling her head up before ramming it down, time and time again. Saul was steaming along, the whole tableau almsot too good to be true except that he was getitng a blow job from his step daughter and watching his wife take on three huge black cocks now as she pumped two more with cum covered and drooling gloved hands. More of the guys were wanking themselves now and splashing their cum over his wife's body and face. Suddenly, he raised his step daughter and turned her around, slamming her ass down on his still huge cock and bringing a grunt of pain from her. He now grasped her by those so prominent mounds with their so erect nipples and started wanking his cock with her rectum. He finally roared his release when Mona was grabbed by her hair and pulled aloft, drooling the evidence of the team's passions and slammed backward against the goal post again, released so her long booted legs seemed to collapse under her in slow motion so she then tumbled forward into the mud.

"Now get your moth around my cock and clean your detrius from it, slut..." He growled in a voice she'd never recognise as her step daddy's. He felt like that character in the book, Lolita and it made him hot enough again to lubricate Margie's tonsils once more before he shoved her aside and onto the next guy she must bring off.

Charlie was really enjoying herself as she was passed from one woman to another and, on her knees, had to bring them off with her lovely mouth. "I've had sex and been had by two real Superheroines tonight and am now getting off broads I never thought I'd get close to... Maybe I can get in their good graces and get more work at the Studios..."

The two teams had left the field and Blundie crawled over to Mona. "I had no idea this is how football is played..."

"Only in certain circles... I think we were brought here by misrepresentation... I wonder how Margie is doing... And your little friend... I've never felt quite so tired and used, evena fter those damned donkeys at Pedro's..."

Bleary eyes looked up at rubber riding boots with spurs on them but both were too spent to object being lifted and now tied to the underbellies of two steeds, boots and gloves high and attached to the saddles. Two cute little cowgirl types in white rubber outfits fed gauntlets around two members and started slow motions to bring the nags into erection before ensconcing the hugely growing cocks in well used recepticles. A gruff voice that reminded Mona of someone she could not recall grunted at the girl working on her horse. "Get it in her ass..."

Pain assailed BA as she realised that the donkeys had nothing sizewise to compare with this stallion. And noted that Blundie was being skewered in the similar opening. Nothing they could do about their positions right now and worse was to come as riders climbed aboard the steeds and spurred them into walks, Saul aboard the stallion aboard his wife.

The Estate was well lit so the riders spurred their steeds into a lope that sent the two females back and forth against their huge impalements, each backward thrust locking more and more horsecock inside them and further lubricating their already well lubricated wells. Both girls' eyes were rollign loosely in their heads as spurs were brought to bear, on bared breasts as well as on the flanks of the two horses, spurring them into a canter that ahd the hoses moving inside the girls like driving pistons. Both were wrything benieth the steeds riding them and now trying to absorb even more prick, succeding, too, much to the pleasure of the nags and now to the girls being so well ridden. Mona wondered about remodeling and how would Saul feel about a stable and a couple of these steeds, not even aware that Saul would probably be in her corner after witnessing this ride. Then the rides were spurred into a gallop and the duo were being thrust with an intensity that had them both cumming along for the ride before the nags joined them in firehose strong gushes that felt like Vesuvius had let loose in their bowels.

The horses were finally slowed to a walk but the movement of the girls didn't stop until the animals were halted at the watering trough. "We must water the horses before we put them away, they have worked hard..." Went Linda Lascivia, wife of a Major Studio head. "Then we can have these cunts clean the horses sweat with their tongues..."

"Cunts have tongues?" Went Blundie to herself just before both horses did what horses are wont to do after consuming a quick gallon or four of water. Recycled and quickly warmed by passage through two huge beasts, it flooded the two ridden ones with such power they were almost blown off horsecocks and both went off again in their own orgasms, finally dropped heavilly to the ground outside the stables and into the mud created by too many hooves when their tethers to the saddles were severed.

"Take them through the horsewashing pool and make sure they're nice and clean..."

Collars were placed around the necks of both Superheroines and two girls took charge of each, pulling orgasm weaked gals long like reticent dogs on leashes, one gal going to the far side of the ramped pool while another took the near side making sure her charge was pullsed down the ramp and into the filthy horsewater. Blundie, the first to be accorded the bath, felt her noggin pressed down into the water by a rubber boot as the stablegirl acceded to Lascivia's orders. By the time they were allowed to breathe and climb the ramp at the other end of the horsepool, neither knew where she was bound for next. And was too fuzzy to care.

"Hey, this money is tax free and found money if you do what I'm asking you to do... Each of you is here because you want a chance in the ring again and the good folks at this party can certainly push the Boxing commission into giving you new title shots... Tonight you're in the ring again and we want you to use the punching bags provided on the cornerposts..."

Red Ryder and Charlie were already bound to two cornerposts in the outdoor arena when Blundie and Blonde Avenger were leash lead to the ring and forced to climb up into it. Both were now pushed to the two unwomaned cornerposts and their gloved arms pulled along the ropes to be bound well open while long, high heel booted legs were seperated, heels placed over the bottom ropes so their ankles could be bound to the ropes as well. All were further secured by roping around massive breastflesh which then became tied to the cornerposts holding them aloft.

A big, masked, older man climbed into the ring and took up a microphone while two still befuddled Superheroines marveled to themselves that there was something familiar about this man. Margie quickly dimissed the thought a she remembered sucking his cock and taking his amssiveness up her rectum while Mona dismissed the man, thinking he was someone she'd perhaps met during some crime operation. A gruff voice came from him into his microphone, sent out by large speakers.

"What we have here for your pleasure, Ladies and Gentlemen, are two Superheroines and two who would like to be Superheroines, along with four heavyweight boxers who are going to show us which are, indeed, the real Superheroines by a display of fistifuffs as they used each as, pardon the expression, punching bags... Each will have three minutes to use each female and the bell will sound for the end of the round, and a munute will suffice as time between rounds to freshen up the boxers and Superheroines. The next bell will sound and each boxer goes to the next corner post to the right and uses that punching bag, and so on. There will be four rounds before the bout is considered over and the next bout can begin..."

Blundie, Blonde Avenger and Red Ryder looked puzzled, each knowing she was a Superheroine and there were definitely two other Superheroines among the quuartette. There was no further time to consider the statements as a bell sounded and four huge fighters came out and started battering punching bags. And lovely faces, lips, noses and other available body parts so well open to the crushing blows. Saul had situated himself between the corner posts holding Red Ryder and his Wife, the Superheroine known as Blonde Avenger and was now urging the two boxers attempting to knock each into next week to further mayhem. Blonde Avenger was looking quite scatty as her face was pounded time and again, blood bespattering her gold costume. And her boobs were starting to feel like raw meat as they received a pounding without protection. Except from leather boxing gloves. She might forgive herself for missing the familiar voice screaming for her abuse had she been with it enough to recognise the voice.

The kinky sparring match proved too much for Abbu Ben Hussein who suf]ddenly lowered his boxing shorts and rammed a hugely erect cock deep into Blundie's cunt with such power she thought her spine was being rearranged but took like the trouper she was. Besides, the beating while bound had turned her libido into fully charged masochism. She was still soaked and further oiled by her recent ride so fourteen inches of wrist thick cock felt pretty good. To prove it, she orgasmed and orgasmed again as the boxer let go a humungous loaded cannon of red hot lava up her cunt before the bell rang, ending the 'round'.

Buckets of water were thrown over the four Female combatants, perhaps somewhat refreshing them before another bell instructed boxers to resume their sparring. Except the sparring took on the manner the last round had finished for Blundie as trunks dropped to allow trunk sized cocks to socket into cunts more than willing to receive them, specially since a good beating of tits and faces was being continued which served to move the cunts on cocks in a most accomodating and pleasurable manner.

Had Blundie wondered, she would have wondered how Charlie was taking much the same abuse but Bludnie was well past wondering anything. The audience was loving the way all four Femmes' boobs kept bouncing merrily as they were pounded and had changed color to a mottled black and blue. No special Effects crew or makeup expert could have done so well. Blonde Avenger actually groaned after receiving her latest flood on hearing the bell sound. By now, she was wishing they would use a little more imagination.

Saul took a moment to whisper something to Abbu who was next in line to use Blonde Avenger and he nodded, changed boxing gloves complaining the others were sullied and wet. When the bell rang, he charged forward and used humungous trength and form to use those gloved fists to truly pound BA's large appendages so hard they seemed to be bursting as blood started flowing from bruises that were being opened into huge fleshwounds. BA sobbed and orgasmed as crimson flowed over the latex of her costume and flew in spatters over gloved arms and boots. Hers. Saul, meanwhile, had pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and, under cover of his voluminous rubber raincoat, sent an arrowed glove hand upward and into Red Ryder's pert asshole, turning the arrowed hand into a fist once deeply ensconced so he could add to her troubles with a fistfuck she must bear without complaint due that her lips were so puffy from so much beating. He hastilly withdrew the hand when the bell sounded for the end of the round and moved behind his wife so he might let her have the pleasure (?) of his fistfucking on the final round.

The audience was amazed that the scabs, the bruises, black eyes and punch puffed lips seemed to be repairing during the round intermission on all four battered women. And all survived the final round where the four boxers really gave them everything they could, finally ended the round by untrunking again and using their boxing gloves in a manner they were never meant for, as aiming tools for tools aimed at the masked visages of the four beauties to give them the final insult of messy facials.

The audience gave the boxers an ovation for jobs well done and they raised their ams in the sign of the victorious gladiator while the girls just hung there, drooling from over and under. Cute rubber cowgirl booted, rubber bikini clad and rubber gauntletted girls climbed into the ring and made short effort of unfettering the loosers and allowing them to drop to the mat. Red Ryder and Charlie were quickly policed up and taken from the ring, leaving the now on hands and knees duo of Blundie and BA to move paifully, trying to amke sure all their parts were still present.

Lascivia climbed up into the ring, in her gleaming rubber outfit and took a microphone to hand. "We have two other special guests here tonight, my friends... Two Women who might be known to some of you if you follow the wrestling sport... They are here to fight a tag match with two Superheroines and are bent on proving that the two Superheroines are no match for two highly qualified Female wrestlers... Please welcome Gollywood Goliath and Montreal Mangler..."

Neither Blundie nor BA could focus on these two huge Females who entered the ring, Goliath, a huge Blond in a black leather costume straight out of Xena- Warrior Princess and the Mangler, a Brunette Bettye Page lookalike in white PCV with crotch high white rubber boots and shoulder length white gloves of rubber. Both had muscles that rippled under their costumes and looked almost twice the size of either heroine.

"Now... The rules of a tag match are, two wrestlers in the ring going at eachother and, when one wants her partner to take over, she must reach through the ropes and tag her team mate... The Brunette in the red boots starts against Goliath..."

BA found herself somehow outside the ring looking in and saw the Mangler on the opposite side of the ring. She then lloked at Blundie and saw that Blundie's head barely came up to Goliath's chin. "This does not look good for Dana... This Woman is huge... Aw, shoot... Sexy too..." The last thought adding itself unbidden to her mind.

The bell sounded and Blundie looked befuddled, was picked up and came down hard on the amt in a humungous bodyslam that shook the ring. She was picked up by her hair so she could be on the receiving end of a forarm smash that sent her back into the ropes at speed, her booted feet barely scampering as she went, rebounded and met another forarm that felled her like a small Sequoia. And saw her assailant in the air before she came down on Blundie's spine wringing a bleat of pain from the punished Heroine. She was then picked up bodilly again and lifted high and her carrier started to spin faster and faster, befuddling an already befuddled brain further before the carrier, Goliath, dropped to one knee and brought Blundie down in what is termed as a backbreaker. Certainly Blundie thought her back was broken and didn't even hear BA shouting at her to get over and tag her team mate.

Blundie found herself airborn again and sailing toward a cornerpost which she met head on in a crack that resounded over the ring but close enough that BA could reach out and touch Blundie's gloved hand. "Tag!" She went loudly and clambered into the ring, launched herself at the big Blond, taking her toward the opposite side of the ring. And allowed the big Blond to tag her partner who leapt over the ropes instead of climbing between then and loosed a kidney smash into BA's side, which brought a grunt of pain from the gold clad Heroine before she was lifted and a knee sent crashingly between open booted legs and into that part considered so tender. A forarm smash now squished two boobs, sending the combattant back into ropes well away from her fight partner, ropes that rebounded her across the ring so her ass could receive a size nine boot as she flew, to further hurry her into a corner post that had not met with Blundie's achy head yet. BA splatted down onto the mat with appropriate sounds of boobs sloshing as they took her not inconsiderable weight and just before a gloved hand grasped Blond hair and pulled her aloft, blood running from a battered nostril, turned and had her pussy pounded again by a white rubber covered knee three times, squishing labia back and into BA's cunt.

Somehow, BA managed to pull her assailant toward Blundie and grabbed a blue gauntletted arm, mannaged the magic word, "Tag!" Which had her released and Blundie coming through the ropes again. And grabbed by the hair, by a white rubber gloved hand which pulled Blundie violently into the center of the ring where the Mangler seemed to take off and come down with rubber protected knees on each side of a Blunderful spine.

No one took note that the Gollywood Goliath had made her way around to BA and now grasped first one and then the other gold rubber gloves wrapping them between the ring ropes so taht every time Blundie hit the ropes, BA's elbows and shoulders were pulled painfully close to dislocation by the impacts. Goliath then made her way back to her side of the ring while Saul got behind BA and rammed his cock deep in his wife's rectum. He'd later report it the best ass fuck he'd ever had with his wife as her ass began movements she could do nothing to prevent as libido took over and she was plugged time and time again, her eyes now sex blurry and uncaring that Blundie was getting a gloved hand up her own pussy and was being double teamed by Goliath and Mangler, Mangler climbing over Blundie's head to drop an excited, dripping and drooling cunt onto Blundie's mouth and nose.

Blundie's long booted legs were flailing wildly as she attempted to unseat her assailants or, perhaps, sought greater penetration of her own cunt and her own tongue. Unexpected was one Major Movie star who grabbed one of Blundie's booted ankles between large hands and dislocated it as if wringing the neck of a chicken. Then did the same with a booted knee. Blundie's again. And shouldered audience aside so he could repeat his actions with Blundie's other booted leg.

Saul had made his seminal deposit and had moved out of the way so another could take over his chore and plug into the now orgasming BA, gism already aflow down and into her booted legs as she was ass fucked again. All fthoughts of crying foul gone from that pretty head that wasw now supping on a redhaired pussy between booted legs of the one who'd added herself to the ring combattants and straddled BA's head, using gloved hands to pull the Heroine's head deep in a well salivating well. BA was starting to feel like an express train could be run up her ass by now and accomodated but her taking, not only because she had no choice, but also because her body, once invaded, went into a sex requiring, wanton mode.

Two tough looking gals, having witnessed what happened to Blundie's booted legs, took it apon themselves to dislocate Blundie's elbows and wrists, inciting her into even better cunt palling and orgasms, evidence of the latter now pooling from under her on the mat. And to make things worse, Goliath now used a second gloved hand and inserted it paifully in Blundie's only free orifice. "Darn..." She exclaimed. This one has two cunts..."

While Blundie and BA were getting theirs', the duo of Red Ryder and Charlie had been moved and tied to two metal fences, bent well over and booted legs well splayed. "Shoot..." Went Charlie to herself as a large, well prepared cock reamed into her asshole. "I'd always heard these guys were gay..."

Gay or not, about forty guys were going to get off on these two assholes no matter what, some moving around the fence to lay claim to oral cavities while more invaded rectums and pussies. Some appeared to be in a great hurry so the two gals had gloved hands preseed into pressing flesh, squeezing on it and taking care of it until cannonline streams of gism were shit on their hips and drooled downward into boots already sloshing. Blundie had finally been allowed to come up for air and BA freed so she could climb in the ring and do what the victorious wrestlers weren't about to. She carfully worked Blundie's joints back into their sockets.

Meanwhile, Saul had taken time to talk to the four football teams and then approached Lascivia with a smirk on his face. "Seems the teams would be greatful for some further fun with the girls... Got four rubber waterbeds by chance?"

The quartette found themselves on four black rubber waterbeds, sloshing around on the liquid filled devices and four teams of some thirty huge men in lines to take advantage of them, one team to each. And were soon immersed in liquids clearly not water as the team enjoyed them, two by two. First light was dawning as they found themselves deserted and strong enough to stand on rubbery legs, make their way down the hill to Charlie's car, thense to Blundie's motel room where they fell into the shower, too exhausted to even care they were still dressed.

End part 2