Chapter 3
The Bitch Sisters were on the road in Wichita, Kansas, and there David had met Stella, a cute and curvy redhead who said that she was a professional wrestler.
David had met the woman in a little bar near the Wichita State University campus.
That afternoon he was dressed in his men's clothes, except for the white panties that he wore under his jeans. That was the great thing about his life as a celebrity. He could take off his dress and his make-up and he could leave his motel room and no one paid any attention to him, even though, as Dani, he was a star. Barbara and Libby did not have that chance to see people for what they really were.
David had gone to that bar in Wichita and he had met Stella, and he had liked her immediately.
She seemed to respond to David too, to his maleness not his female side. He liked that.
"You sure are cute, Honey," Stella said to David. "Would you like to come back to my motel room with me?"
And David smiled and said that he would be happy too.
Stella, he thought, could have been twenty-five or thirty-five or perhaps even a well-preserved forty-five. She had that sexy, rural, white-trash style, and he thought that it was refreshing. He also liked the idea that she was a professional wrestler. He had never met anyone like that before.
Back in her motel, which was the same motel that he was staying in with Barbara and Libby and their bodyguards, he asked her about wrestling as he took off his shirt.
"What does it take to be a wrestler, Stella?"
"Takes drive, Honey," she said, unbuttoning her blouse and exposing her big, freckled tit. "Takes lot of drive. You have to be able to take punishment and give it and you have to put on a show for the people. I am the villain, you see. I wrestle with other girls and I always pull hair and the people in the audience, they scream and they holler and they carry on and try to tell the referee that I am pulling hair and should be thrown out of wrestling. Then they cheered when the other girl throws me down and gives me a kick or something. But I will let you in on a little secret, Honey. All them wrestling matches are fixed. Worked out in advance, you know."
By the time, she finished saying this, she was naked.
But she was interested in her little lecture on wrestling. She sat naked in the middle of the bed and lit a cigarette and just smiled at David. She seemed to be saying that he should not worry, that they would get on to the fucking in good time. But right then she was interested in talking about wrestling. David just leaned against a little table in the motel room and smiled. He would let her have her way. He realized that this woman probably did not have a chance to talk about her profession honestly that much.
"I wrestle as Red-Haired Natasha. I am supposed to be Russian. You know the folks around here in the Midwest, they don't like the Russians much. They want American girls to win the matches, and one promoter he called me Natasha because my hair was red. He said that that would remind the audiences of communism and how terrible it was. Course, Russians ain't the worst for the Americans now, and this new guy up in New York City, he wrestles as the Masked Ayatollah. They just eat that up and they scream and yell and cheer when some real, red-blooded, American boy defeats him in the ring of honor. Yep, course, the Ayatollah's real name is Manny Pinser and he comes from New Jersey. But don't ever tell no wrestling fan that."
David laughed out loud and promised Stella as he laughed, "I won't tell anyone."
He kept looking at those big tits, and he could feel his cock hardening in his panties. He knew then that he had made a mistake wearing those white, soft panties under his jeans. He wondered what Stella would say when she saw them. He wondered if this soft and simple woman would think that he was still a man when she saw those white, laced panties that he wore.
"I usually wrestle with my girlfriend, Harriet," Stella said, sucking on her cigarette. "Harriet is a strange story, but I don't think I will tell you that one. I just got to make sure that you are out of here before she gets back. She shares the room with me and she gets real jealous when she comes back and thinks that I have been fucking some young stud. Harriet ain't as young as she used to be, and she keeps thinking that I will run off with some young fella and leave her high and dry."
David smiled. He thought that he understood it even then, the story that she would not tell him.
Harriet and Stella were lovers, he figured. It was as simple as that. They were lesbian lovers.
But he kept feeling those panties as his cock got harder and he wondered what he was going to do about them. He started to worry even more when Stella reached out her arm and curled her finger.
"Come over here, young stud," she said.
Still worrying about the panties, David moved toward the bed. He sat down next to her on that bed and he touched her big tits with his hands. Stella reached up and put her hands in his dark, long hair.
"I like long hair on you," she said. "Usually, I don't like long hair on guys, but, on you, it looks good, Stud."
"Thank you," David said, smiling at massaging the woman's tits.
And then Stella pulled David's face close to her and kissed him with a firm and passionate touch. She put her arms around his neck and held him there. Even though he enjoyed what he was doing, David could not get over the idea that he was in some kind of wrestling hold, a captive to Stella's big-titted lust.
When the kiss was over, Stella just looked into David's eyes. She winked at him and he laughed again.
When he was wearing women's clothing, David laughed with a girlish twitter, but, now, with his jeans on and with this woman responding to his maleness, his laughter was deep and hearty.
David had started to think that there were really two people deep down inside of him, two sides of his personality.
One was a male and the other was a female, and they both seemed to be equal in him now.
He could call on one side or the other, as he saw fit, and he thought that he was lucky that he could be both man and woman. The woman in David-Dani Bitch of the Bitch Sisters-was the successful figure, the one who brought in the money. The man in him was the one who fucked with such passion.
David had started to be almost philosophical about the two sides of his personality. He had started to think that every person on earth had both a male and female sides. With most men, the male side predominated. With most women, the female side was affirmed with almost every motion. But there were those men who seemed very feminine and those women who were very masculine. David thought that he was one of the lucky ones, one who had equalized his sides. Like a male, he could be firm and demanding and powerful. Like a female, he could be sensitive and passionate and giving. He liked the idea that he had something better than most other people in the world, and his sisters seemed to like him better now that he had both sides too. Barbara liked the male side more, and Libby liked the female side.
He still fucked both of his sisters, although he had never done what he really wanted to do.
He had never fucked both Barbara and Libby at the same time, in the same bed. He thought that that would be the ideal, incestuous fuck, for him. He could be weak with Libby and then he could turn to Barbara and be strong. But the other girls would not go along with the idea, and David felt that he was losing out on some very interesting sex.
He felt Stella's hands work their way down his chest and stomach and he thought that this was going to be some very interesting sex too with this big-titted, wrestling redhead.
David moved down the woman's body and stuck out his tongue and worked it around one of the round, pink nipples on her tits. That nipple was sweet and he liked the way that it grew bumpy very quickly as he licked on it.
Then he sucked the nipple into his mouth and started to knead the breast like a piece of dough as he sucked on it. The woman sighed and moved down on the bed and ran her fingers through his hair as he did that:
"I always wanted this," she sighed. "I always wanted me a sweet, baby-boy stud."
That told David that she was probably a lot older than she really looked, that she considered him to be like a sexy son. That did not bother him in the least. He was willing to let the common, sexy woman live out her motherhood fantasy.
But what did bother him-what still bothered him-was what was going to happen when he had to take off his jeans, when he showed her his panties. He did not know how a woman like Stella would react to something like that.
And David thought that he might just get her so turned on that she would not notice his panties.
He knew that there was one way to do that. He took his mouth off her tit and started to work down her body.
He licked and kissed her freckled stomach and felt the muscles there. This woman was strong, he thought.
And she continued to massage his shoulders as he licked her and drove his tongue into her navel. That made the young man think that she had him in some other kind of wrestling hold.
He felt a little bit like a victim, and he looked up and smiled at her.
"Tell me more about wrestling, Stella," he said softly. "Tell me about wrestling while I lick out your sweet cunt."
"Well," she sighed softly, "the thing I use most in the ring is the Kremlin Toe-Drop. It is a variation on the Tennessee Toe-Drop that was used by Mean Joe McGowan back in the sixties, but I think that I am the only woman who has ever used it. It is usually the way that I win the match, if I am supposed to win it that night. I grab old Harriet's foot and I twist it a little and she screams bloody murder like I was killing her almost, and the ring announcer says that she will probably never walk again. Course, it doesn't really hurt her none. The only time a professional wrestler really gets hurt is when somebody fucks up."
As she talked about toe-drops, she spread her legs wide and David continued to work down her body.
He ran his tongue through the red hair that grew above her pussy. And she shivered with excitement when he did that.
He could smell the aroma that came from her pussy. He looked down at those pink lips and he was surprised to find that the pussy was really very clean. She was a common and rural woman, but she kept herself sweet in there. He worked his finger into her lips as Stella tensed her body and sighed and then started talking about wrestling again.
"Strange thing is-Oh, baby-boy, that feels good-strange thing is, the freaks have just about taken over women's wrestling. Yes, the freaks. Used to be that we just had women wrestlers and that was it. Then the midget girls started moving in and the crowds loved them. Most of the people who come to see wrestling have never even seen a midget girl before, let alone watch two of them wrestle. The midget girls were all right. They were just used to really pack the house, but then the other girls, the girls with the huge tits and the girls who weighed three hundred pounds or more, they started coming in to wrestle and that was when women's wrestling just went to shit. Oh, baby-boy, yes, finger out mommy's cunt. That is right. Freaks, baby-boy. There is one of them who weighs nearly four hundred pounds and wrestles in overalls and she calls herself Angie the Farmer's Wife. She ain't no farmer's wife at all. She ain't never been near a farm. She was born and raised in Brooklyn and she would be in a circus sideshow if she didn't wrestle. Yes, slip that finger in, baby-boy. Work it in deep. That feels so good."
And then David pulled his finger out of the redhead's snatch and pressed his face against that juicy hole.
He remembered that he had to really turn her on so that she would not notice it when he took off his trousers and showed her his panties for just an instant.
David's experienced tongue worked deep into her and the redhead sighed and bounced on the bed.
She squealed with passion at the young man who lay there between her legs.
"Yes, lick me out. Lick me out real good, baby-boy."
And she reached down and grabbed his dark, curly hair and pulled on it. That gave him a little pain, a little shot of sharpness in his brain. But he was used to that because of the things that he had dealt with Libby, and he felt his cock get even harder in his panties.
David pulled his tongue out of the cunt and sucked the clit between his firm, moist lips.
The redheaded wrestler seemed to go almost insane with passion when he did that.
"Oh, baby boy," she sighed. "Lick me. Eat me. Suck me. Do Mommy right."
And then the redhead lifted her legs and threw them over David's shoulders and trembled with lust as he continued to lick and suck on her clitoris. She was coming, David knew, and he also suspected that, when she had her first orgasm, she would wallow there in the afterglow of that experience and then he would be able to removed his jeans and his panties quickly. She would not even notice then.
"Give it to me, baby boy," the red haired wrestler said. "Suck me while I come."
And Stella seemed to stretch out there on the bed, stretch out for all eternity.
Then she sighed and grabbed her big tits and David knew that she was coming.
The teen-aged stud sucked on her clitoris as she came, sucked and sucked until she was trembling and heated with orgasm.
And then, when the coming was over, he moved his mouth off her pussy and slipped to the side of her bed. He slipped out of his shoes and then he opened his jeans and pushed them down. He had his back turned to her when he heard the woman speak to him.
"Oh, you have such nice panties on," she sighed.
He had been caught.
David froze there in his position, bent slightly with his pantied ass in the air, and he sighed.
He wondered what the wrestler would do to him now that she had caught him. Would she laugh? Would she put him in some terrible hold that she saved just for pantied males?
But she did not do anything like that.
She reached out and touched his white pantied ass.
Her touch was soft and sexy and she giggled when she touched him.
David could tell that it was not a giggle of derision. It was just a giggle, the sound of a joyous woman.
"You remind me of Harriet," Stella said. "You remind me of her."
David looked back over his shoulder and smiled at the female wrestler.
"You still want to fuck me?" he asked.
"Sure do, baby-boy," the woman said, with her hand flat against his male ass. "Sure do."
David pushed his pants down and stepped out of them.
If she wanted to fuck him, he thought, then he was all right. He knew that he certainly wanted to fuck this big-titted woman.
And he was standing there in his panties, standing there facing her as she worked her hand over his crotch. He smiled at her and let her feel the softness of those panties.
And then he jerked when the door to the motel room came open.
"What the fuck is this?" the woman at the door yelled.
The woman had a deep voice, and she was ugly as sin, David thought.
And she came storming into the room like an angry general. She pushed Stella's hand off David's crotch and she glared at both of them. The young man did not have to be told that this was Harriet, the other wrestler, the jealous female.
"I leave you alone for a few minutes," Harriet snarled at the redhead, "and you go out and find yourself some other whore. Just some white-pantied whore, Stella!"
"I am not a whore," the small teen-ager said. "I am a man."
Harriet stepped back. She was wearing a tight, black sweater and a black pair of pants.
She moved rather strangely for a woman, David thought.
But David was still surprised when the woman looked at him and then snarled, "So what? So what if you are a man? I am a man too."
"What?"
David was truly shocked. He had known that there were other men in the world like him, other men who dressed up as women, but he had never thought that he would meet one in Kansas.
Stella just lay there naked on the bed and started to giggle.
And David muttered to the ugly woman in black.
"I don't believe you," he said. "I don't believe that you are a man."
The teen-ager did not know why he said that. He had no reason to doubt that this Harriet was really a man. Harriet would certainly make a better looking man than he did a woman, the teen-ager thought. But David said nothing else. He wanted Harriet to prove his manhood. David glanced down at the bulge in his panties and he knew that that bulge proved his own masculinity. He wanted Harriet to come up with proof to match that bulge.
And then Harriet growled like an old bear and pulled the black sweater over her graying hair.
She was wearing a bra under that sweater, but when she took off the bra, David saw that Harriet had the flat, muscled chest of a man. Then Harriet kicked off her shoes and opened the black pants and pushed them down and moved out of them, still growling.
There, in Harriet's panties, David saw that tell-tale sign, the bulge of balls and cock.
This female wrestler was not a female at all. She was a man, just as David was a man.
And then the teen-ager remembered that Stella had said that there was something that she would not tell David about Harriet. David had assumed that the wrestlers were lesbian lovers, but now he knew that their relationship was more complex than that, as complex as his relationship with his sisters was.
Harriet growled again and pushed down his panties and that giant cock and balls seemed to spring out of that soft material like a jack-in-the-box. David stepped back when he saw that springing, as if he were afraid of that big cock would strike him like a snake.
And then Harriet made one more guttural sound and looked at the still laughing Stella.
The man jumped into the air and landed right on top of the redhead as she laughed at him.
Then the fight started, the fight that looked like sex and like wrestling at the same time.
David stood there in his panties and looked at that fight as the man and the woman turned on the bed and grunted as they held each other and pulled on each other's hair.
David had never seen anything quite so brutal and quite so sexual at the same time.
And he wondered if all professional wrestlers behaved this way.
The two of them turned on the bed and struggled against each other. The teen-ager stood there in his panties and watched the muscles fight with muscles, the strength battle strength.
Then, suddenly, the battle was over.
Stella was on top of Harriet then. The woman was on top of the man.
And Stella looked down into the man's eyes and smiled.
"You know that I love you, Harriet," the red-haired wrestler said.
"I know," the man growled. "I know, but sometimes you act so crazy. You go out and find those other guys."
Harriet glanced at David, the teen-ager who stood there in his panties.
"At least this one dresses correctly," the man who had worn panties too said softly.
And then Harriet looked back at Stella and the two people on the bed kissed with passion.
It was then that David decided that he was not really needed in that room. As he watched the redhead move against her male lover with a sexual ease, the young man started to dress again.
He pulled the jeans on over his white panties and he smiled at the two very common lovers.
David felt a little bad because he knew that he would not get a chance to fuck that sexy, big-titted redhead now, but he thought that Harriet deserved her chance with her lover. He could see that those two really did care for each other.
As David pulled on his shirt, he wondered if he would ever find a female who would understand him in the way that Stella obviously understood Harriet.
Sure, Barbara and especially Libby understood his need for panties and women's clothes.
But they were just his sisters, even though he fucked them.
David wondered if he would ever fall in love, in the way that these two were obviously in love. He wondered how many relationships like that would be allowed in this world.
After he had dressed, he looked down on the two who lay there on the bed. Stella was beginning to move her body down Harriet's and David knew that soon the redhead would be sucking on her friend's cock.
It was a very private moment, David thought, and he did not want to be there to witness it.
He wanted to leave the lovers alone. He had already found out something about his own life from those two.
He had found out that love was possible even when a man wanted to wear panties.
The teen-ager turned and walked out the door and closed it carefully behind him.
And then he strolled down the hallway to another door. He stopped and knocked on it.
"Come in," Barbara called.
David walked in and saw his sisters sitting there in the room. Libby was watching television and Barbara was reading a magazine.
"How is Wichita?" Barbara asked, looking up from her reading.
"Filled with love," David said with a smile. "Filled with love."
The two sisters looked at him as if they did not believe him. David just grinned and went into the bathroom. He would have to get ready for the concert that night at the university. He would have to put on his make-up and his dress and start feeling like a real girl, a real Bitch Sister.
But he looked in the mirror and he wondered if there would be any normal kind of love for him.
He hoped so. He hoped that he would find something that was Wichita sweet before he got too much older.