"I shall act as your second..." Avowed Batty, who was unsure of this invitation. "And I think you should wear your cape, something you haven't worn for a long time..."

The cape proved to be a good idea because the weather had turned truly bad, a bad portent, perhaps. Batty even wore her own cape which kept her dry on the way into the limo and both Heroines were soon being whisked through the City streets toward the red light district and the Kinky Kitty Klub. Neither paid attention to the noise of air being pumped into the rear, glass enclosed compartment. Neither paid attention to how both were getting horny because it was happening so slowly. True, they were both aware of nipples stiffening and hardening but thought it might be the air conditioning. And neither paid attention to how gloved fingers were scratching so tenderly between crotches, their voluminous capes covering their own pleasuring actions.

 

The limo pulled up in front of the Kinky Kitty Klub and the door locks clicked up, allowing Batty, who was closest to the curb side, to open the door and climb out, followed by the caped Blunder Broad.

 

"Look, Batty..." Went Blundie. "They love us... The way they're looking at me is making me so hot..."

Batty didn't want to admit that she, too, was reacting possitively to the adoring eyes of their audience. She was glad she was wearing her cape because she knew her leggings were sticking wetly to her legs and her femoils were drooling down and into her high, yellow boots. She looked up to see a very sexy, beautiful Blond with short, almost mannish hair and blue, blue eyes made up as if she was a Model. Her outfit reeked money and, perhaps, DeMask, being of the old fashioned jodphur style pants tucked into knee high black rubber boots with six inch heels, a black rubber tight fitted blouson with sleeves bloused into black rubber gautlets that flared out past her elbows. She was almost as tall as Blundie, with a body almost as lush as well. And Blundie hadn't missed it either.

 

"Welcome to my humble establishment..." Went the Woman, sending out gauntletted hands to grap one of Blundie's and one of Batty's. "So good of you to join us for our wonderful charity..."

Blundie looked closer and almost shuddered. She looked older and the hair was very different. "We know each other... Don't we? You look familiar..."

"Cover Girl!" Exclaimed Blundie who had more than once played sex slave to Cover Girl. And cum for Cover Girl like a love sick Amazon. And fallen easilly into another trap set by Cover Girl almost as if she wanted the Blond former television Star to dominate her and use her. Cover Girl's arm went around a Blunderful shoulder and a gauntlet took hold of a hidden boob. The Boob's boob, not Cover Girl's. Blundie felt her pussy pulse in reaction and was glad Batty had persuaded her to wear the cape because her pussy was busy pumping femoils down and into the tops of her boots. She jumped a little when CG's gauntletted hand dropped to her rounded rump and goosed that rotund rear end. Her nostrils flared in want as she turned to tell CG to knock it off and was silenced by a kiss from puffy, soft lips she knew so well. She issued an audible sigh as she melted into CoverGirl's arms and reurned the kiss passionately, wondering why she'd done that. But didn't back away either. Her gloved arms went forth on their own, seemingly, and entwined CG like a slinking Boa Constrictor or Anaconda, perhaps, drawing the Blonde into a full boob to boob confrontation as she started swapping tongue with CG.

 

Not that Batty was left unfondled. She was quickly surrounded by red tressed twins in ebony latex catsuits, maskes, crotch high shiny rubber boots with six inch heels and rubber gloves that reached armpits. Gloves that were already roaming Batty's lush form as she tried to voice a phrase of protest, only to find herself sucking tongue, well silenced except for the moans she was surprised to learn, were coming from herself. The crowd was enjoying the spectacle, thinking it was part of a scenario and no one could see the quaking of four booted legs as the two Heroines reacted to the assaults. Both Heroines were relieved when they were guided inside the structure and to the wrestling ring in the middle of the large auditorium.

 

Blundie had only eyes for the big Woman, standing booted legs well apart in the middle of the ring, gloved arms seemingly supporting huge mammaries, crossed under them. Blundie's eyes travelled from the crotch high boots up to a face she knew too well and a head with auburn hair and a platinum widows peak. "Bwitcha..." She gasped in surprise.

 

Cover Girl left no pause in the moment, grabbing a microphone and started her announcement. "We have our brave Champion of Might, the beautiful and powerful Blunder Broad, who is going to wrestle Bwitcha for charity... Isn't that just too exciting? Let's hear it for Blundie as she gets into the ring..."

As we all know, Blundie was ever a sucker for praise and Cover Girl's words were been met with clapping and an ovation which caused her to puff her mighty chest outward in pride and her to smile at her many fans. With swift moves, she was up and in the ring and doffing her cape at her corner before striding toward Bwitcha with gloved hand outsretched in greeting. Found that gloved hand grasped, as was her elbow, and Bwitcha turning swiftly and pulling mightilly, causing Blundie to sail forward in a trajectory that slammed her into a neutral corner post, one boob to each side of it. "OOOFFFFFF!"

Blundie, meanwhile, was airborn and shooting, headfirst, toward a corner post she'd not yet visited, smashing into it before dropping to the canvas and receiving the not inconsiderable weight of Bwitcha, boots first, in the middle of her back and causing a mighty loss of breath. And found why she'd gone to the catsuit rather than the bikini as Bwitcha made short work of removing the bra to allow two huge melons to vomit forth.

 

Bwitcha was not just an evil witch. She was a hugely powerful Woman who could enhance her own strength through witchcraft and showed how easily she could flip the pounded Heroine and lift her so Blundie's back was to the ropes. Again. And started a series of forarm smashes across Blundie's mighty mammoos, the loud smacking of leather on boobflesh resounding through the club while, in the audience, mouths openly drooled while Blundie bleated. Batty could offer no suggestions as Batty's lush tush and ass were freed so they could play host to gloved hands while other hands around her grasped at her rounded boobs and asscheeks in palpitations purely eroginous.

 

Bwitcha, meanwhile, had managed to rip Blundie's panties off her, grasped a blunderful boob with one clawing hand and sent the other gloved hand up a sloshcave. Blundie's, of course. And milk drooled from under the glove, it's fingers digging and grasping so deeply and powerfully into Blundie's hurting boob.

Blundie shuddered in orgasm. So did Batty. Independently. Batty was being given no chance to raise a voice in protest. Mouth after mouth captured hers in a display that French Kisses come in a hundred different ways and she was discovering she liked just about all of them. Blundie and her trials had fled Batty's attention which had become overcome by her own erotic receiving. Her booted legs were being held well apart and her gloved hands were, likewise, pulled apart, effectively imprisoning her to her abuse. And Batty was struggling but no one realised she was struggling toward further abuse instead of fighting to get clear of it. That Mr.X had chronicled long ago how the Cat-t-t had subjugated the young Heroine and turned her into a gal who would suffer slavery and degredation with enjoyment, once turned well enough. And turned the Bat-t-t into a gal who loved gals just as much as she loved guys. Batty was looking around for Cover Girl and would love nothing more, right now, than for CG to use her as a slaveBat. Cover Girl had her attentions elsewhere right then.

 

"Make an ass out of her, Bwitcha..." Went Cover Girl, illuminating the area with that infamous toothy smile. "She loves a good stiff one up her ass... As long as it's a big 'un..."

Bwitcha knew exactly what Cover Girl meant. She'd been there before through her magic and swiftly turned Blundie around, facing her into the ropes, took the top rope and pushed it down and under Blundie's boobs before bringing the second rope up over the top of those famed proturbrances. She now grabbed first, one gloved wrist and pulled hard on the arm, dragged it and wrapped it well before doing similar with the other, on Blundie's other side. She then seperated Blundie's long booted legs and threaded them through ropes that she wrapped around each ankle, immobilising the partially denuded, suffering Patsy.

 

It seemed that others had heard of Bwitcha's nasty predelictions with her magical powers so applauded as a huge cock sprang from the zipper of her rubberised leather jeans. And how Blundie's blue eyes went as wide as wedgewood saucers when Bwitcha thrust forward with immense strength, driving the magical member balls deep up a well unprepared well. This time, Blundie's jaw dropped open and she remained speechless and looked down to see an apparition she'd rather not see. Someone who truly enjoyed seeing her suffer and caused so much suffering in her past. Someone who'd been responsable for her lactating in the fist place. Someone who now grasped a Blunderful nipple and pulled hard on it before applying the tip of a reddened cigar to it with singing effect. "Dastardly..." Gasped Blundie, the first sound she'd made in a few minutes. Her nipple was being sizzled as her ass was truly roto-rootered by the huge member driving into it. She shuddered as she dropped into that oft suffered mode as a lovely although unwilling masochist. Not that she had any choice as her o'eractive libido took charge. Her big blue eyes had dulled in passion, her nostrils flared as she turned to mush and orgasmed shamelessly as Bwitcha went off like a cannon in her rectum, a charge that felt like a lava volcano in heat and as Blundie felt her rectal cavity expand hugely from, seemingly, a half gallon of molten gism, much of it squirting back at the rapist while mch of it went down those long booted legs. Blundie's and Bwitcha's.

 

Das puffed on his cigar with nastiness and applied it between those crimson booted legs, aimed without error to that center of pleasure that had come out to survey the area for a little suffering of it's own. Her now sizzling clitoris. Blundie's body spasmed in intense pain and she repaid her diminuitive benefactor by showering the cigar and he with a stream of pee.

 

Payback, no matter intended or not, begets payback and Das made sure the Patsy was instantly paid back by pulling his zippo lighter from his pocket, lighting it and applying the flame to the as yet, unsizzled nipple. Nnd Blundie's dolorfilled body reacted by ramming back and ingesting more of that rooter so deeply ensconced in her tail, brought a more cooling but steamingly wet libation from Bwitcha that helped send Blundie into further orgasm. And then the cock dissappeared as quickly as it had appeared and Bwitcha stepped back from Blundie.

 

With a wave on one of Bwitcha's gauntletted hands, several pair of gloves appeared in mid air and now started attacking the Patsy, squeezing this and that and invading three wanton holes, all well lubricated already. Gloves seemed to grasp and squeeze into Blundie's mammary magnificence with what looked like immense strength while more thrust themselves deep into two lower wells while two more gloves started invading her upper well, one of them seperating lips so the other could delve tonsil deep. Blundie would possibly have no memory of going into motions that could only be interpreted as most lascivious. Her whole body was in a sweat as she continued to shoot off one after another orgasms and was cheered along as she did.

 

"I thought she was going to get beat up..." Shouted a big brute in the audience and Bwitcha paid heed, conjuring up several pair of flying boxing gloves that now added to Blundie's problems as they started pummeling on the so punishable prurience. Thudding sounds of the punches could be heard over the noise of the cheering crowd, along with the grunts Blundie was emitting in dolor. Gloves boxed her pretty visage from one side to the other with power enough to shudder the whole, large Amazon form and there were those who swore Blunder Broad was commatose from the glazed look in her eyes. She still remained, somehow, on her booted feet, perhaps held up by the ring ropes around well constricted boobs, gloved wrists and booted legs. She was being beaten scatty again by magical items that seemed tireless and unrelenting. They were. After all, they were magic and weren't real, except they were very real to the one on the receiving end of the abuse.

 

Batty was undergoing her own trials gladly, although she'd never admit it. This old friend of Blundie's, this Cover Girl, excited her. And Cover Girl was completely aware of Batty's unsaid feelings based on her own knowlege of her effect on other men and women. She had subjugated Blunder Broad more than once and was fully confident in her power over others. She took Batty's cowled head between gauntletted hands and pulled Batty's mouth to meet her own, seductively, softly and enticingly. Cover Girl was working the Bat-t-t like a well tuned harp. Batty's lower lip was shaking in want and Cover Girl covered it with her own mouth while sending gauntletted hands to Batty's boobs and squeeky minsitrations of the appendages under their latex covering.

 

'Pretty,pretty' could not stop herself from a shuddering orgasm in full compliance with the order. "You'll do anything to make me happy, won't you?" Asked CG, full knowing the answer before she asked. "Why, I bet you'll even get on your knees and suck my pussy in front of all these good people..."

Under other circumstance, Batty might have questioned the referance 'good' about these people but Batty was not in that frame of mind. She went to her knees and used yellow gloved hands to unzip Cover Girl's pussy so she could bend her blue cowled head toward CG's crotch and started licking, pulling CG's hips toward her for better penetration. Cover Girl was overjoyed because things were going even better than planned and Batty surely knew how to please another Woman with that pert mouth. She was as good at it as CG remembered Blundie being. This was another worth enslaving and enjoying. Cover Girl shuddered in orgasm and anticipation of what she wanted and hoped for from this, her newest latex slave.

Batty was secretly pleased that CG wanted her mouth reserved and nodded, turning to the first monster cock, licking it and sucking it deep while sending to yellow rubber gloved hands to grasp and want two huge, engorged members, one to each of her two sides. She'd never admit it to anyone that she'd switched to a latex costume because she loved the way cum just oozed down the material and she loved it when a lot of guys spurted over her lush body encased in the latex and rubber. Another fetish picked up from Catty so long ago. She'd found she loved being filthied as she was degraded, would get steamingly hot and horny as she was further covered with gism and other body fluids.

 

Blundie was not faring well as Bwitcha went about using Blundie as a convenient rubber punching bag and excercize device. But Bwitcha didn't excercize in a conventional manner. A gloved finger had Blundie propelled upward before she was sent crashing to the mat, from where she was raised again and propelled backward into a corner post, her boobs jiggling lewdly as she hit. Bwitcha stepped forward and drove a crotch booted knee, her own, upward and into the apex between those two rubbery booted legs with a force that took Blundie six inches upward. Blundie gasped as her pussy lips splayed over the leather of the boot, leaving a wet mark on the boot. That seemed to annoy the Witch who sent a gloved haymaker upward under a big, blunderful boob, again lifting the boob upward, then used her other fist in a like manner before grabbing Blundie's head and bringing it viciously down on on the already wet knee. She then released the Patsy who staggered drunkenly around the ring and backed off against her own corner. And now started waving gauntletted hands at Blundie who now appeared to be taking punishment from unseen assailants, unseen punches digging obvious craters in titty floppers that gave and jounced as they were pounded.

 

Invisable punches caved in her tummy, time and again, bending her into obvious but unseen upper cuts that straightened her up in a painful hurry. Before roundhouses spun her around and into corner posts with shattering power. Bwitcha was in second heaven, although Blundie might argue that it was hell. There was no way she could defend against an invisible foe, as proven by the mottled hues her flesh was taking on. The audience could not believe Blundie was still upright, would have expected her to be prone and out of it having taken so much. Doubtful Blundie was even wondering why she was still on wobbly booted feet but the attack was so vicious that she didn't have a chance to go down. Besides, for Blunder Broad, taking a dive was not an option.

 

Suddenly the battering stopped. And Blundie's shoulders slumped for a moment before her gloved arms were raised as if two huge invisible arms had encircled her from the back. And her humungous boobs looked like they were being squeezed between two invisible hamfists, constricted at their centers to make ends expand like large rubber gourds. Her eyes, partly swollen closed, seemed to pop wide open and her mouth moved in a silent scream as she was thrust against the ropes and felt a member drive deep in her ass, even bigger, longer and thicker than the one Bwitcha had used on her a scant few minutes prior. And Das added further insult by thrusting a gloved hand well up a drooling well that was so well presented to his face.

 

"Hehehe..." Das chortled. "The cunt loves it..."

Das was telling it like it was. Blundie, well along and over the line, was taking and quaking just as she had too many times before. Gone was the Superheroine and crime fighter extraordinaire and present was the masochistic Patsy she became when too much pain and humiliation plus sundry fillings of her so-usable holes was applied. She was proving again she'd cum for just about anyone or anything if pounded and raped into submission. And she was well pounded, well raped and well humiliated. And now she was trying to rub her hugely excited nipples on the rough hemp of the rope. Unfortunately, that rubbing and nipple torture gave Bwitcha a further idea.

 

With sounds of 'POOF-POOF-POOF-POOF', what looked like shish-ke-bob shewers seemed to appear in mid air, sharp ends turning toward the Patsy's boobs and aiming at them, slowly but unwaveringly moviing toward them. And, one by one, began to do what they were intended to. S-l-o-w-l-y drive several inches deep into the pliant and accepting mamm meat, each one bringing further shudderings of pain and pleasurable orgasm from the suffering Superheroine.

 

"That's gotta hurt..." Went a Blond lovely in a red PVC microdress, shoulder length matching gloves and thigh high, high heeled boots who's own hands were giving dolor to her own nipples as she watched the two remaining skewers start into Blunderful milk ducts with what could only be called deliberation. Blundie's shuddering and quaking certainly didn't make the entry into those nipples any easier or less painful. And her invisibly reamed rectum seemed to explode in a cannonade of gushing gism so hard that Das removed his gloved hand from her cunt lest he get the flooding that was gushing onto and into her high boot tops. She could barely maintain her feet by now and was staggering as if five or six sheets to the wind. And looking around longingly through bleary eyes for the next attack on her person.

 

Bwitcha waved permission to two huge behemoths to climb into the ring. Anyone who knew Bwitcha would have thought these two were creations of Bwitcha's own conjuring but they weren't, in this case. Both appeared to be hugely muscular, possibly three hundred plus pounds each and close to seven feet tall. Both were attired in ebony leather that looked like it had seen much wear and muscles rippled as they surrounded Blundie. And huge gloved punches started to thud into that lush body despite the skewers still so well imbedded in mammflesh, much to the delight of the watching crowd. It was probable that Blunder Broad, in addition to the watching and cheering crowd, had no idea how she was still on booted feet.

 

Hammering at that sublime lushness never failed to have a reaction from Blundie's assailants and this time was not different. Two gloved hands, not hers, went to two zippers and freed humungous members that drove forward un unison as two huge bodies sandwitched the one between them. And into two wells well prepared for them, filling them again so quickly and monsterously she had no time to object. Even if she'd wanted to. She didn't. She'd become a sex recepticle again and again, showed her appreciation by cumming sweetly for her batterers. And proving again to be a lush bottomed pit who could continue to take and quake. And perversely wonder if she could take these two behemoths home as huge toyboys. Her two slippery holes continued to accept the steaming reaming while she attempted to further seperate her legs to get more of them into those two greedy caverns of hers. Long gone were any thoughts for Batty, who had accompanied her here.

 

Batty was loosing no time thinking about Blundie, either. Cover Girl had seen to Batty's being prostrated on a low vaulting horse and Batty's mouth was being well filled with one after another cocks while her lower wells had been freed to accomodate even more. And were. And her gloved hands continued to be popular ersatz cunts for those too horny to wait turns in long lines, dulling her normally shiny ebony, yellow and blue costume with drooling gism that dribbled from her body as well as drooling into the tops of her boots and gloves. And drooled so nastilly over that blue eared cowl. She had her own audience by now as Cover Girl continued to orchestrate her degredation. By now, Batty was willing to accede to any of Cover Girl's commands and was even sucking second hand cum from the cunts of some of the whores who'd taken care of many of the guys present.

"Well. I'll bet you're feeling pretty full by now and would like to go potty, little Batty..." Said Cover Girl maliciously. "Don't you dare let go your bladder... In fact... Gals... I want Batty zipped back into that costume of hers... And then, Batty, I want you on your knees in that lucite trough..."

Batty knew what was coming. She'd been trained a long time ago and this was the reason she'd opted for the rubber covering she now wore. Only Catty knew how much Batty had come to love being used as a toilet and perhaps, Cover Girl suspected it, too. Batty found herself quickly zippered into her cocoon and lifted bodilly into the lucite trough. "We have a lot of guys and gals who've been driking lots of beer and have not taken a moment away to visit the facilities, little Batty... You won't mind being their potty, will you?" Batty sobbed but, to her, it was a sob of longing, not disgust.

 

The crowd was having a lot of fun, both those watching the degredation of Blunder Broad and those who were participating in the hosing of Batty. Despite that Batty's long gloves and long boots were being filled to capacity, the colors of her costume were being shined again. No one seemed to mind the pungeant aroma as the lucite trough became fuller and fuller while Batty's gloves and boots started overflowing. Batty was truly uncomfortable by now but dare not release her bladder in fear of displeasing the Blond and Beautiful Cover Girl.

 

"Bring her now... Into the wrestling ring... Time for her to refresh the patsy who's been taking so much... She must be thirsty by now..." Went Cover Girl to two rubber booted and rubber clad butches who stepped into the trough and brought Batty to her feet, boot tops fountaining urine, as were Batty's glove tops and costume. And Batty found herself against the ring ropes and Blundie on her knees between long, yellow boots. That's when Cover Girl inserted a tube, one end to Batty, the other to Blundie's mouth.

 

Blundie was, indeed, parched and Blundie was well into masochistic mode where she felt she deserved an degredation forced on her. She little expected the amount of liquid flowing out of the Bat-t-t but kept drinking, knowing she must. She shuddered in orgasm although the audience prefered to think she was quaking in revulsion. She was, however, filling up fast and becoming most uncomfertable, in fact, as painfully distended in the tummy as Batty had been a minute or so before. Batty sighed in relief and Blundie groaned in suffering. At least, she was no longer parched. Her tummy, however, was horribly distended, as Batty's had meen minutes before.

 

"Get..." Went Cover Girl, "Her on her feet and tie her arms around a corner post..."

The much filthied and abused Blundie was quickly on her feet and too weak to protest her reassignment to the corner post closest to the audience and on the outside of the ring, her legs wobbling and not maintaining her weight as she tried hard to stand erect. She hardly noticed as Cover Girl crooked a gloved finger toward two hugel muscled girls clad in rubber costumes, long gloves and crotch high, five inch heeled boots.

 

"Make her pee herself..." Commanded CG, knowing Blundie hated doing that and the two Gals, a brunette and a Blond, grinned at eachother before taking a nipple to hand apiece. Blundie's, naturally. Their free gloved hands stole to their own crotches to undo zippers before each moved forward to straddle a Blunderful boot. While applying the kind of strength usually reserved for a wrestling bout to Blundie's cigar sized nubbins, they spread labia with their gloved fingers, their own labia, squatted and let go, hissing urine gushing down and into Blundie's long boots.

 

This while trading a steaming French Kiss between themselves. Blundie didn't pee although she let out a sigh of yearning while quaking with an orgasm brought on by humiliation and the boob squeezing and managed a squirt of Mothers milk from each nipple that splattered white against the ebony rubber worn by her latest 'lovers',

 

The duo gave the attitude tat they were angered that the Amazon would dare bespoil their rubber. Not so. They had worn rubber at Cover Girl's insistance because CG new there'd be a lot of liquids spurting. Gloved fists now pounded deep in boobs, making outie nipples into innies and caused gushings of milk to spew all over the two black clad girls. Both girls' gloves were now streaming milk as they continued a fearsome boob attack, smiling at each other as they caused more milk to spew. The milk was running down te ebony rubber and looking as if it were gism, according to some very vocal and raucus members of the audience.

 

A look from Cover Girl was all the duo needed in the way of an order to bring the beating to it's conclusion. Both now took turns bringing rubbered knees slamming up between the Patsy's legs and pounding powerful blows into an overly rounded tummy and kidneys.

 

The battering blows could be heard even above the roars of the crowd every time a telling blow landed so there was no letup in the roaring cacaphony. And Blundie was looking a lot worse for wear. Something had to give and the two ebonyclad, heavilly muscled gals looked like they could keep going as long as it was going to take to demolish their prey. The dam broke and Blundie reddened as she spewed what seemed like gallons of urine in a heavy shower over her two assailants. Not good for the pisser as both girls stepped forward into the shower and showed their strength as they beat Blundie harder than ever.

 

A loud snore indicated the brutally beaten boob had fallen asleep while enduring more mayhem and orgasming shamelessly. A dousing of almost freezing water from a firehose failed to rouse her and all eyes turned to the second patsy who was now in a similar, exhausted slumber.

 

"I guess the cunts are too spent to keep playing with us..." Went Cover Girl with that famous, wide smile. "We've had a good show but I guess that's all, folks..."

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Blundie was wrapped in a rubber cocoon as she gradually came out of her slumber, butt high and undergoing a larruping her ever ready body was reacting possitively to. "Not tonight, babe... I've got a headache..."

Suddenly she was skewered in the rectum with something of a texture she knew well, hard, slimy and huge in dimension. Her head jerked up as she realized she was being suddenly fucked by a large mongrel and before she had a chance to shout out for Batty, her noise hole was amply filled by another, neither dog caring the holes they filled weren't normal. She also noticed her boots were stuck in mud almost to their tops and her gloves were burried past her elbows. Her warm cocoon was her own rubber cape that someone was nice enough to wrap her in and rain was continuing to fall in a deluge. Batty, in any case, was incapable of helping her friend, stuck in the same manner and undergoing a rear fucking that had her orgasming along splendidly although one who'd just had his pleasure between her lips had lifted his hind leg and was hosing her cowled rubber noggin as a reward.

 

The five bums had turned and made their ways back to their camp while the dogs continued their assaults on the duo who were completely humiliated at being turned down by the bums.

 

Two lava hot hosings in unison of her two well shafted holes answered that thought, hosings Blundie answered with orgasms of her own. Both gals were well reamed and covered with dog pee by the time the dogs were exhasted and away to dream, no doubt, of bundles of cute little puppies. It took the gals quite some time to get free of the cloying, sucking and filthy mud and slinking back to Blundie's house.