Chapter 7
If you were going to be a mud wrestler you had to figure on losing a few teeth every now and again. It was a lot like roller derby in that regard, Roberta Jean always figured-and Roberta Jean lost two teeth in her bout against Marlene Lorraine, the redhead. That was the fight that had paid more than all of the previous fights put together. It was with that money that Roberta Jean had bought the barber shop, where Roberta Jean had hired on Mary Lynn to work the chair next to hers inside the little shop. Outside their barber shop they had one of those candy cane barber poles that went around and around. Next door were the three keys of a pawn shop. Yeah, Roberta Jean remembered that last fight against Marlene. It was a humdinger, all right. They made a video tape of it, and Roberta Jean had always been grateful for that.
She liked die fact that she could see herself kicking die living shit out of Marlene Lorraine again and again.
Of course, there were parts of that tape which were painful to watch.
It had not been an easy bout. Marlene Lorraine had spent a lot of time beating the living shit out of Roberta Jean as well.
That was the reason that there were those who called the Lorraine-Mumm match-up the best in mud wrestling history.
The fight had lasted for over forty five minutes. Between the two of them they had thrown every kind of punch and had administered every type of hold. Both were covered with teethmarks, and there were patches of scalp exposes where they had literally torn out each other's hair. After the fight it was sadly revealed that because of an injury caused by a Roberta Jean Mumm thumb, Marlene had lost sight in one eye.
Roberta Jean pushed her third finger up inside Mary Lynn's cunt with the other two. Roberta Jean kept her leather-covered fingers clenched tightly together, so that the tips formed the corners of a small triangle. Roberta Jean then twisted those three fingers around inside Mary Lynn's cunt as she worked them in and out. Roberta Jean pushed her pinky up inside the walls of Mary Lynn's cunt. Now Roberta Jean had the tips of her fingers clutched together so that they formed the comers of a small square. Roberta Jean continued to twist her fingers as she worked them in and out of Mary Lynn's sweet pussy. Roberta Jean stood at die foot of the bed with her feet a little more than shoulder-width apart. Roberta Jean kept one foot in front of the other a little bit to make sure that she kept her balance as she administered the fist. Roberta Jean straightened her right arm, locking it straight at the elbow. Roberta Jean raised her right shoulder. She was arranging herself so that she could get the full weight of her upper torso behind die seemingly impossible penetration. Mary Lynn tried to imagine what her cunt was going to look like when it opened far enough to take the woman's fist, and she found that she was unable to conjure such an image. Roberta Jean hollowed her thumb and placed the tip of her thumb against the precise center of her palm. Then she began to push. She pushed gently at first, just to judge and see what kind of resistance there was going to be.
Roberta Jean could tell right away that there was going to be a great deal of resistance. Roberta Jean began to push harder and the girl tried desperately to relax the all-important muscles at the sides of her cunt. Roberta Jean pushed harder still-and it was then that Mary Lynn's poontang began to open.
"Owwwwwwww, owwwwwwwww, owwwwwwwww," the girl said.
Mary Lynn could feel her cunt opening further than ever before.
"There we go," the woman said.
"Please-"
"So wide."
"No-"
"So gaping!"
Roberta Jean did not stop pushing until the entire fist was inside. The truth of the matter was that Mary Lynn's inner cunt lips had to open the furthest to allow the woman's knuckles inside. Mary Lynn's inner cunt lips were actually allowed to close around Roberta Jean's slender wrist.
Roberta Jean still had her fingers straight inside Mary Lynn's cunt-but that did not last for very long.
The second that Roberta Jean's hand disappeared inside the girl's gaping cooze, the woman began to close her fingers.
Roberta Jean did not stop closing her fingers until she was making a tight fist inside her cunt.
"Oh God, now I have felt you stretch me as far as I can go inside and out," the girl said.
It was then that Roberta Jean did something so cruel that she was even a little shocked by it herself. Roberta Jean had her hand clenched so tightly inside her black leather gloves that each and every one of her knuckles had whitened. Without loosening her fist, Roberta Jean pulled her entire hand back out of the girl's cunt.
"Owwwwwwww, owwwwwwww, owwwwwwww," the girl said.
Roberta Jean then punched her fist back into Mary Lynn's cunt.
"Please-"
"Hush."
Roberta Jean twisted her clenched fist around inside the girl's cunt. "No-"
"Shut up."
Roberta Jean once again pulled her fist from Mary Lynn's poontang. "God-"
"God isn't here, as I believe I have observed," the woman said.
Roberta Jean then punched her whole fist back inside the cunt again.
"I cannot take any more of the extreme pain," the girl said.
"You are not going to have any choice baby," the woman said.
She pulled out.
Punched in.
Twisted.
Pulled out.
Punched in.
Twisted.
Roberta Jean stopped the fist fuck. Mary Lynn had passed out from the intensity of the sensations caused by the fist fucking.
Roberta Jean thought Mary Lynn was no longer any fun to play with now that she had lost consciousness and was no longer able to feel the pain. No fun at all!
Roberta Jean pulled her glove out of Mary Lynn's cunt and she kept it out. Roberta Jean peeled her glove off of her hand. If she had thrown that glove at the wall at that moment it probably would have stuck.
LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, A NEWCOMER THIS EVENING, ROBERTA MUMM!
The announcer forgot the Jean. Roberta Jean remembered it well. It had been her very first bout.
Professional bout, that is. Nobody had expected anything out of her.
IN THE OTHER CORNER, MEAN MOLLY MCGUIRE!
Roberta Jean wasn't scared, in spite of Molly's reputation as a kick-ass type of broad. "I am going to turn you out, cunt," Molly said. "You and what army."
"I think I might have heard that one before."
"Ask me if I give a flying fuck."
"I am in the mood to rumble."
"Come on then, cunt, let's beat the shit out of each other."
And they did, for fourteen minutes. Roberta Jean then slapped an expertly toe hold on Molly. "Say it."
"No."
"Say it!"
"Owwwwwww."
"Say it!"
"UNCLE!"
"Good."
The champion could tell that there was going to be a new contender from that point on, and her name was Roberta Jean Mumm. No announcer ever got Roberta Jean's name wrong again.
Mary Lynn awoke and felt herself covered with a soft blanket. Roberta Jean was there looking at her, sitting at her side, stroking her forehead.
"Now we are going to bathe you, sex slave, and get you ready for your lesson in deep anal enjoyment," the woman said.