Chapter 1
"You'd better not go near her just now," Frieda told her. Wait a while, until she settles down."
"But she's the team captain and I'm new here," Cathy replied.
"Forget it," Frieda insisted. "We just lost. When that happens, stay clear of her. We give her all the space within swinging radius. That includes the locker room, the shower room and the street."
"But...."
"Believe me, you don't want to know her like this," Frieda said. "If you're smart, you won't let her know you exist."
"But I didn't even get to play," Cathy complained.
"And neither did she, the last five minutes, thanks to the referee."
"But she landed that other girl in the hospital. Not to mention two spectators. I'd say she was lucky to get only a five-minute penalty."
Frieda shrugged. "It was the wrong five minutes. We lost by a point. It will take her a while to get over it. That really pissed her off."
Cathy started to say something, but she was cut short.
"Fuckin' candy-assed wimps!" Brenda exclaimed, scowling at the open-mouthed girls. "You belong at a lawn party, sipping tea. Dainty little sissies, the lot of you." She banged on the lockers against the wall, knowing the sound would carry through to the men's locker room and they would know what it meant and who was doing the pounding. "And you guys aren't a damned bit better. There isn't a good pair of balls among the lot of you!"
The girls had frozen in their conversations or whatever else they were doing, to stare at the naked giant of a young dark-haired woman.
Over six feet tall and built like a Mack truck, Brenda wasn't anyone to mess around with. The full round boobs that graced her sturdy chest didn't sag, but stood out defiantly. They seemed more like muscular protuberances than milk glands. Her ass could have knocked someone over, if she'd swung it at them. She could pump iron with the best of the men, and it showed. But for all that, she was beautifully proportioned. For any man to look at her naked, was to spring an instant hard-on. Brenda simply radiated strength and vitality. Her smooth even tan, acquired at a nude beach, with her brother Jimmie and her loyal and intimate companion Frieda, added to that vision of health and stamina.
But she did have a temper and she used it to good advantage. At least, most of the time. Sometimes she got a little carried away, but few people had the courage to tell her that.
She stood there, a figure of menace, eyes flashing with anger, prepared to lash out at anyone and everyone.
Cathy, after one good look at her, realized Frieda was right. The smart thing to do was not to go near that furious, steaming, seething amazon.
Although Cathy wasn't a small girl either, and neither was Frieda. Both young women were six feet tall, and also sturdily and attractively built. But neither one could come even close to matching Brenda's hostility.
"Is there a problem here?"
Heads turned and most of the girls, still wholly or partially naked, covered themselves modestly with their hands or towels.
Baker, the team coach, had walked into the women's locker room, which he liked to do whenever he had an excuse for doing so. It didn't have to be a good excuse either. Paunchy, gray-haired and getting on in years, he was no sexual threat. At least not when the girls were in a group. Maybe he couldn't get it up like younger men could, but he still liked to look at pussy as much as they did.
"Good grief, Brenda, we could hear you in the other locker room, right through the wall," Baker told her, as if he was passing on information which she was unaware of.
"Is that right, asshole?"
"Please, Brenda, show a little respect for the staff."
"Here's your fucking respect!" Brenda exclaimed. With that, she turned around, bent over and spread her massive, muscular ass cheeks, revealing her rosebud bumhole.
Baker smiled and his eyes grew big. "Now that's more like it."
The girls quickly turned their heads so Brenda wouldn't see them laughing. This was what Baker was good at, defusing an angry and explosive situation.
"Aw, fuck it," Brenda said as she straightened up. "I should have known your nose would be up there the second I bent over."
"It's early in the season," Baker told her. "It's only a game."
"And your nose will be up my ass every chance you get," Brenda replied, cutting him off.
Baker shrugged, accepting her words of contempt.
"Go on," Brenda said. "Get the fuck out of here. And don't come back until you can show us that you've got your pecker up."
"Well, as long as there's no problem here," Baker said, backing away.
"The only problem here is that you won't show us your dick," Brenda said, taunting him. "Other than that, you could tell us where you were when I was getting my ass sidelined."
"I was making sure you hadn't killed that girl and those spectators weren't seriously injured."
"So what the fuck are you doing in here?"
"You go too far, Brenda. I've told you that before and I'm saying it again."
"Over and over like a broken record. If you can't take the heat-"
"You go too far," Baker insisted. "Not as far as that bitch I put over the railing," Brenda replied.
"Yeah!" said one of the girls. "That's right!" said another. Brenda smiled at her teammates backing her up. "That's better," Baker said, his eyes fixed on Brenda. "You know, you're a beautiful woman when you smile."
"Didn't you see me smiling when you looked up my ass?" Brenda asked.
Baker quickly disappeared around the concrete doorway as Brenda bounced a helmet against the door frame, narrowly missing him.
She went over to where Frieda and Cathy were standing. "New girl, huh?"
"Brenda, this is Cathy," Frieda said.
"Pleased," Cathy said.
"Yeah.-likewise," Brenda said. "So, Cathy, do you think you could have put a little muscle into the end of the game after they bounced my ass, or would you have done a little figure skating, like the rest of these cunts?"
"I-I really don't know."
"Me neither," Brenda said. "That's the trouble with newcomers. You never find out about them until the wrong moment, and then it's too late. Come around an hour early tomorrow and I'll show you what to do."
"Really, Brenda, I don't think-" Frieda began. "Of course you don't, Frieda. That's my job. That's why I'm the team captain."
"Oh? Is that why you're the captain?" Frieda asked, looking at her with a sly smile.
Brenda glared at her. "Are you implying that my pussy has something to do with it?"
"I didn't say a thing," Frieda replied, looking up at the ceiling.
"Lucky for you that you and I are close, Frieda. But don't push it."
"Hey, no criticism here, Brenda. A gal's gotta do what a gal's gotta do. If she has something between her legs that makes the owner of the club pant like a dog, she'd be foolish if she didn't use it."
Cathy looked from Frieda to Brenda, puzzled.
They ignored her, staring at each other.
It was Brenda who broke first. "Aw, fuck it," she said.
Cathy, having no idea what had gone on between them, felt relieved.
"Tell you what, girls," Brenda said. "Give me time to shower down and then we'll go for some brew, on me."
"We'll wait for you outside," Frieda said as she began getting dressed. Cathy wasn't asked if she wanted to go with them or not. It had been decided for her.
The three of them, in high heels and short shorts, full round tits jiggling, big thighs and muscular calves bulging, strolled down the street.
Cathy was an observant young lady and she was quick to notice that the close relationship Brenda and Frieda had going for them didn't appear to be all that innocent. Judging from their behavior, one could easily assume they were lovers. Cathy didn't find that shocking. What did cause her concern were the sexual feelings she was experiencing as she looked both women over. She found herself thinking that if circumstances granted her the opportunity to spend a night in bed with either one of them, she might easily give in to an intense urge to behave in a very naughty manner. Provided she was given some encouragement from the other party.
She was almost overcome with curiosity, and, trying to be as subtle as she could, she said, "Do you two share an apartment?"-
Brenda glanced at Frieda and smiled. "The three of us share an apartment," she replied. Frieda, me and my younger brother, Jimmie."
"Your younger brother?" Cathy repeated.
Frieda laughed. "Some baby. The kid is only two years younger than Brenda. That makes him 24. He should be getting married and settling down, instead of bumming around the country with his big, bad sister."
"Wait'll you meet him," Brenda said. That handsome devil will charm the panties right off you."
"Really?" Cathy exclaimed, trying to conceal her sudden interest.
"He didn't have any trouble getting me to drop mine," Frieda confessed. "When he wants them off, they come off."
"I'm telling you it will be love at first sight," Brenda went on. "What will make you really wild about him is when you see the whang that guy has on him. Frieda can't keep her hands off it."
"You should talk," Frieda said with mock indignation. She looked at Cathy and said, "When I met Brenda and started chumming around with her, she and that brother of hers were already sleeping together."
"Listen to her," Brenda chuckled. "Our apartment has one bedroom with a king-size bed in it. Jimmie sleeps between us, only Frieda never lets him get to sleep. I have to fight her off to get my share of his cock."
Cathy was stunned, but she tried not to show it. She gave a little laugh and said, "That poor guy. Being used by two horny women like you."
Brenda laughed. "Hey, he loves it. He thinks he's got it made. He's loved and adored, and he gets all the pussy any young stud could possibly want. He feels it's his duty to look after us. We'd be lost without him."
"I can imagine," Cathy agreed.
"No, I mean it," Brenda insisted. "Frieda and I are the big money makers, but he's the brains of this outfit. Without him, we'd never have a dime. He takes our paychecks and banks them for us. He gives us each a generous allowance. He takes care of the bills, food, rent and all that. And is he ever smart when it comes to investments. He's doubled our money in the time we've been together."
"Handy guy to have around," Cathy said.
Brenda gazed at her for a moment. "You look a little shocked. I take it you don't have a brother?"
"No, I haven't."
"You've missed a lot," Brenda said. "It's fun having a brother, playing with his cock, having his hand in your panties all the time, him sucking on your tits, sticking his finger up your ass."
"I had a cousin I fooled around with like that," Frieda told them.
"Having a brother like Jimmie, sure beat having to mess around with the guys in my neighborhood," Brenda went on. "I was known among the guys as Miss Goody Two-shoes, because I never let them have any pussy. What those horny fuckers didn't know was that in the privacy of our home, my brother and I were fucking like crazy."
"But your parents-" Cathy began.
Brenda laughed. "How it started was, one night after they were asleep, Jimmie tippy-toed into my bedroom, shrugged off his bathrobe and bare-assed naked, got into bed with me. That young devil knew I wouldn't send him back to his own room. He pulled up my nightie and the next thing I knew, he was on top of me. And the next thing he knew, I had a hold of that lovely big, long, hard cock, guiding it into my pussy. We fucked our brains out that night. And every night after that. Then when I left home, he left with me.
"And your parents never suspected?" Cathy asked.
"I think Mom knew what was going on after while," Brenda replied. She wasn't dumb and she wasn't blind. She could see the way Jimmie and I were always looking at each other, like we wanted to climb all over one another."
"I see...."
"Besides that, Jimmie couldn't keep his hands to himself when he was around Mom either. Except when the old man was home. He didn't do any grabbing then. He was forever hugging and kissing her, which gave him the opportunity to fondle her boobs and grab a handful of ass."
"Didn't your mother try to stop him?" Cathy asked.
"She made a feeble effort to," Brenda replied. "She always scolded him, but she loved it. There were times when he had her so hot and excited the crotch of her panties must have been soaked."
"Good heavens."
"More than once I had reason to believe he was enjoying Mom's pussy as well as mine," Brenda said. "I'd come home when I wasn't expected and I'd catch them untangling themselves from an intimate embrace as they sat on the couch. One time, they came out of the bedroom in a hurry, when they heard me in the hall. Another time, I saw Jimmie quickly doing up his pants, while Mom was smoothing down her skirt."
"Cut it out, Brenda," Frieda chuckled. "You've got Cathy so horny, she's going to jump the first guy we run into."
Brenda looked at Frieda with a sly smile. "What a shame. I was going to bring her home with us, as a special treat for Jimmie. He must get bored, banging just the two of us." .
They came to a place called The Last Chance Saloon. "How quaint," Cathy said, eager to change the subject. "This it?"
"Yeah," Brenda said with a nod of her head. "Let's go in and see what kind of trouble we can get into."
The western motif was in odd contrast to the flashing tubular neon that weaved it's way around the walls, its light reflected from the huge mirror that ran the length of the back of the bar, in front of which were rows of bottles.
A female motorcycle gang were the saloon's only other customers. Female, that is, except for the leader, who was a tall macho hunk. The girls were decked out in military hats, some in leather jackets, and some in denim short skirts. Others wore denim cut-offs.
"Look at that, will you?" Frieda said. "A stud and his harem of seven cunts."
"This place is a dump," said Brenda, making a face. "I don't know why I come in here."
"It does have atmosphere," Cathy chuckled.
"Brenda loves the action," Frieda said.
"Yeah, some action."
"Hey, if I don't mind, why should you?" Frieda said. "You're the one who's always checking out the bulges in the men's crotches. Me, I'm quite happy to go back to the apartment and jump into bed with your brother."
"Is that so?" Brenda replied, helping herself to a generous handful of Frieda's bountiful buttock.
"Aw," Frieda said with a warm smile, but trying to sound sarcastic, "Isn't that sweet?"
Cathy watched them. Regardless of what they had said about their sexual activity with Jimmie, Cathy understood there was more between Brenda and Frieda than camaraderie, on or off the rink. Perhaps when the three of them were in bed together, there was woman to woman sex going on, while Jimmie watched or joined in.
"Table or bar, girls?" Frieda asked.
"The bar, I think," Brenda replied.
The three of them, Brenda in the middle, sat on stools.
"Ladies?" the bartender asked.
"Three drafts," Brenda said.
They were served. The three of them turned around, glasses in hand, elbows on the bar, and watched the party, which was becoming rather wild.
As they watched, a girl with flaming red hair stood before the others amid raucous laughter and called out, "Now for the initiations!"
There were more gales of laughter. One of the girls detached herself from the group, carrying a round tray.
"Eight drafts," she said to the bartender.
"Listen," he said, glancing around as if he was looking for help, "You girls aren't going to make a scene, are you?"
"We are the scene, Dad," she replied, the peak of her military hat shadowing her eyes. "Don't get your balls in an uproar. You keep the beer flowing and your pecker in your pants, and you won't have a thing to worry about. Now get me eight drafts!"
Reluctantly, he drew the glasses, filling the tray and ringing the register as she plunked down the money.
"Here we go, girls!" the tall macho leader said.
The redhead, apparently his second in command, said with a flair for ritual, "Who seeks initiation into our merry band of road travelers?"
"Get her," Frieda snickered.
"We do." Two girls, dressed like the rest, replied together, raising their hands.
"Who offers them as members?"
"I do," said a girl with a blonde ponytail flowing from beneath her cap.
"Both of them?" the redhead asked.
"Yes."
The redhead grinned at the leader. "I hope you've had your Wheaties this morning."
There was laughter and whistling.
"Keep it formal," the leader warned.
As Brenda, Frieda and Cathy watched, a table was cleared off. One of the girls to be initiated lay down on it, bending her knees as she raised her legs and spread them. Her brief skirt rode up, revealing that she was not wearing anything under it. The leader moved in close and checked out her pussy.
Cathy let out a little gasp as she watched the leader drop his pants and undershorts, bring the head of his prick to the girl's pussy-hole and ease it in. When it was in all the way to his balls, he gave the girl a good fucking.
Brenda was intensely interested in what was going on. She glanced at Frieda and said, "He's doing all right, isn't he? That girl knows she's being fucked by a real stud. She looks like she hasn't had it that good in her life."
The initiation became a lengthy procedure. The leader burrowed in there like he'd found a home. The girl had her arms and legs wrapped about him like she had no intention of ever letting him go.
After the third time he fucked her gloriously, the redhead came over, put her hand on the stud's shoulder and reminded him there was another girl waiting to be initiated.
Frieda chuckled. "That redhead is worried that he's going to fuck himself out and there won't be anything for her tonight."
After the second girl was sprawled out on the table with her legs in the air, the leader moved in between them, smiled down at her and said, "Take hold of my dick and guide it in for me. You might as well get used to having your hand on it. You're going to be holding it a lot from now on."
As the stud's prick went into the cunt of the second initiate, inch by inch there were murmurs of excitement from the girls watching. Some gave him words of encouragement.
The stud didn't need their encouragement and approval. He was doing just fine. If anything, the second initiate got an even more lustful screwing than the first one did. The gang leader had hit his stride now and he looked like he intended to keep this initiation going all night.
"I think I'll join their gang," Brenda said. "I like the way a girl gets welcomed into the club."
"Forget it," Frieda chuckled. "By the time he's through with that second initiate, he won't be of any use to you."
"That prick is much too sure of himself," Brenda replied. "What he deserves is a really hot woman like me who can blow him away."
"Aw, have pity on him," Frieda said. "He has seven cunts to keep soothed and satisfied and that's no simple chore."
"Simple is right," Brenda agreed. "Simple is what he is. It doesn't take brains to dick seven cunts. Just a rod that stays hard."
When the gang leader finally pulled his prick out of the girl's pussy and let her get off the table, the redhead announced, again with her flair for ritual, "These two girls have been initiated. They are now members of our group, in good standing."
Fran gave a hoot of derision. "She reminds me of the news commentator who comes on after the President has made a speech, to tell you what the President said."
As the girl just initiated smoothed down her skirt, the gang leader looked over at Brenda, Frieda and Cathy. "I see we have guests this evening."
"We're your guests?" Brenda said, raising her eyebrows. "I thought this was a public place. We just happened to be here, that's all."
"The lady has a smart mouth too, I notice," said the gang leader, drawing himself up to his full height, because Brenda got off her stool and stood at eye level with him.
"Are you interested?" he asked.
"In what?"
"In joining."
Brenda shook her head. "We don't have bikes."
"That's okay, honey. You'll ride behind me."
She shook her head again. "I don't ride behind any man. I might ride under him, but so far today I haven't seen anything to impress me."
"You weren't moved by the initiation?" the gang leader asked, leering at her.
Brenda gave him her put-down look, gazing at him like he was something that had crawled out from under a rock.
"Is that what that was? Fella, you'd have to come up with something better than that for me. If that's the best you can do, I'd burn you to a cinder."
The gang leader didn't like what he was hearing. A macho stud like him wasn't supposed to take that kind of crap from a skirt. Especially in front of his harem. It might give them ideas. He scowled at Brenda.
"You want to take a minute to think it over? Maybe realize what you're missing?"
Brenda smiled. "No, thanks. That's very kind of you, but we're not interested."
"You mean you aren't interested, Big Bertha. Let these two ladies speak for themselves." He smiled at Frieda and said, "How about you, honey? You look like a real turn-on. You and me could go places together."
"I can't imagine where," Frieda said, taking a sip of her beer. "Once around the dump maybe, to see the sights?"
He glared at her, then put on a sweet smile for Cathy. "What's a sweet thing like you doing with these two bitches?" he asked. "Come on with me."
"I speak for all of us," Brenda told him. "Just like your socks, one size fits all."
The stud ignored her and kept his gaze on Cathy, waiting for her answer.
"I'm not at all interested in joining your group," Cathy told him.
He glared at each one in turn. "All three of you are lezzies. Hell, I can spot your kind a mile off."
"Then you were pretty dumb to invite us to be initiated, weren't you?" Brenda replied. "Maybe you're a masochist. You like it when three women tell you to go fuck yourself."
"I was giving you the benefit of a doubt," the stud said pompously.
Brenda smiled at him as she ran her hand slowly over her cunt, tantalizing him. "Isn't it strange how the pussy you can't have, is the one you want the most? You have command over seven hot cunts, and the one your tongue is hanging out for is the one you aren't ever going to get."
The stud's look grew deadly. "I think what you need is a little lesson."
"I know you're dumb, but you aren't really looking for trouble, are you?" Brenda asked.
"Who wants to know?" the leader asked, thrusting his chin out, advancing closer to Brenda, so that they were looking each other in the eye.
"What clever dialogue," Brenda said contemptuously. "I don't think I'm invisible."
"Invisible?" the leader exclaimed, throwing his head back, tilting his cap back by the peak and laughing. "With those five-gallon jugs and that big fat ass? No, Wonder Woman, if there's one thing you're not, it's invisible."
"Now hold on a minute," said the bartender, stepping through the panel in the bar. We don't want any trouble in here. Let's all just-"
The redhead put her arms around the bartender's shoulder and turned him around. "Now why don't you go back behind the bar and jerk off or something? You won't get hurt that way, and we won't be offended. If you make us mad, we'll have to teach you a lesson, after we've given a few lessons to these three gals here."
"One question though, Big Bertha," said the gang leader, fortified by the fact that the redhead was backing his play. The others would follow their lead. "Are you really a cow, or are you a bull with tits?"
There was an excited murmur from the assembled group. Brenda's face turned red, but she smiled at him. "You seem to have a problem. Why don't you tell Mother all about it?"
"Problem?" said the stud. "I don't have any problem." He glanced at Cathy and added. "What I have is an opportunity. A chance to take Sweetcheeks there, lay her down on that table and give her the best fucking she's ever had in her life." He looked around at the others, grinning, then said, "And you know what? There isn't a fucking thing stopping me."
"I've seen it before and you definitely have it-a death wish," Brenda told him. "Who's going to look after all those cuties when you and your pecker are six feet under?"
"Very funny," the gang leader scoffed.
"Why do you insist on hunting trouble?" Brenda asked.
"Me?" the stud said, drawing back in mock surprise, to the laughter of the girls. "Not me. All I'm going to do is lay Sweetcheeks on that table and throw a fuck into her. I'm not a troublemaker. I'm a lover. Ask these girls."
His harem laughed again.
"You're a real hero, counting on them to do your dirty work for you," Brenda said with contempt in her voice.
"No, no, no. At least not in this case. I don't see anything here I can't handle all by myself. After I've shown you the error of your ways, I'll throw a fuck into you too, as a gesture of peace and friendship."
"I've got news for you, cunt mouth. I've never been beaten, even by a man, much less a pussy like you."
The gang leader moved fast, but Brenda was expecting it. Her head moved aside as his fist shot past it. Her fist, with a lot of power behind it, struck him square in the mouth. He staggered back and crashed into a table like he'd been hit by a truck. It took him a moment to get back on his feet and then he was ready to get even. He came at her fast. Brenda darted to one side and he slammed into the bar. Whirling around, he swung at her viciously. Brenda dropped under his swinging arm and gave him a hard uppercut. That straightened him up and he let out a gasp when Brenda's knee plowed into his groin.
That ended it. He couldn't tolerate his family jewels being rattled like dice in a cup. He sank to the floor, gasping and groaning. The three girls leisurely finished their beer.
But if the stud was finished, his harem girls weren't. As the gang began to gather ominously around them, the redhead deftly assigned spots with her pointing fingers.
Brenda set her glass down on the bar and stood over the prone figure of the gang leader, writhing on the floor. She lifted one foot and planted her spike heel lightly on the indentation of his throat.
"Better tell your girls not to do anything that will make me lose my balance," Brenda suggested. "As you can tell, your neck isn't too good a footstool as it is."
"Don't-" the stud gasped.
She looked around at the girls. "What I want you ladies to do now is to get onto your little putt-putts and putt-putt down the road and out of town. Keep on going, as far as they will take you. Then and only then, does this piston pussy leader of yours get to join you."
Still, they stood there milling, uncertain.
"Maybe you'd rather gather at the cemetery for this prick's funeral?" Brenda said with menace in her voice.
"Do as she says!" the leader gasped, getting panicky.
They piled out of the saloon, except for the girl with the blonde ponytail.
"What's your problem, cunt?" Brenda asked. "He's my ride."
The battery of engines outside started noisily. The sound soon faded into the distance.
"Well, fearless leader, what's it to be?" Brenda asked.
"Peace," the gang leader mumbled.
She stood aside. The gang leader struggled to his feet and staggered around until he found his jacket and cap.
"You a pro of some kind?" he asked, looking warily at Brenda.
"That's right," she replied. "So don't feel too badly. You never had a chance. Maybe we didn't either against all those cunts. But we'd have taken out at least four of them. They owe their continued good health to you. Don't ever forget that. If you're going to be their leader, you've got to act responsibly and not let them get hurt. Maybe it's time you grew up."
As he turned to go, Brenda said, "Wait."
"Yeah?"
She reached into her purse and gave him some roller derby passes.
"Hand these out to your girls, so they'll know you were whipped by a pro."