Bayview Girls Gymnastics Team, Chapter 4 – Majorie's Chapter

by Stam

****** Warning!****** In the context of this section of the story Majorie has sex with a boy! Sorry for you purists that aren't gonna like this. Sorry if I'm disturbing the site. Sorry if you all won't like this section. I've tried to keep it minimal.

Damn! Damn! Damn! I almost break my cell phone, I slam it shut so hard. I curse, wishing I had a cigarette. Double-damn! Here I sit at home while I've just been informed that little bitch, Nikki Redman, is over at Roberta's! What was I thinking? I knew, for certain, this was gonna happen and why didn't I do something earlier to prevent it? Now, I have to do something drastic. I have to play catch-up now. Like going to lock the barn door after the horse has already bolted! Mom taught me better than this!

And there's more! Earlier, I get a phone call from Mrs. Fletcher. She's a 40-year-old horny housewife, who just happens to live next door to Redman and her do-gooder Mom! And just happens to be a closet pussy-girl! Mrs. Fletcher is just in love with my cunt and I throw her some pussy now and again, when she can get rid of her dorky husband, to keep her happy and, in return, she keeps me posted about the goings-on at the Redman residence. And as a bonus she treats me to some of the most enthusiastic pussy-lapping I've ever had. (Note to you all: Sometimes these closet lesbian housewives, who don't get a lot of chances at the little-girl pussy they crave, can really make up for lost time when they get a young doll like myself in their bed! Your pussy will be the winner!) Yeah, Joni Fletcher is great on a cunt! And let me tell you, this 14-year-old pussy has been lapped at by a lot of women. But, at 14, I'm getting a little old for her taste and I've seen her eyeing up the Redman bitch, so I reckon I've got that to deal with now too! She just phoned to tell me that that luscious doll math teacher, Julie Beamer's Datsun, spent the night in the Redman driveway. Presumably, Miss High-Beams, as the kids call her, spent the night in the house. In whose bed, I wonder? Who's she fucking over there? The little Redman bitch? Or her Mom? Both of them? I sigh. It doesn't really matter. The plain fact of the matter is, Miss Beamer spending the night at the Redman's means nothing but more trouble for me.

Julie Beamer was supposed to be my ace-in-the-hole. My math marks are terrible and though she's not my teacher – me being older - and can't play games with my grades directly, she's a total fox with great big titties, who I certainly wouldn't mind tossing some cunt at, and my plan was to get her hooked on my pussy and then make her help me bring my marks up. I'm not interested in doing any more work but surely she could come up with short-cuts and tricks to help me out. (Cool ways to cheat, maybe?)

Plus, I reckoned that, worse coming to worse, if it happened that way, I could pussy-dazzle her into flunking Goody-Goody Redman in math and getting her off my team that-a-way!

But, fuck! It looks like that Redman pain-in-the-ass has done me out of that option too!

I'm out of patience! Nikki Redman has to be gotten off my gym team. That's all there is to it! And she's barely on it!

It was Carmalita, Roberta's sexy Latino maid, who phoned me about Redman being with Roberta. I throw her a fuck once in a while to keep me posted on all visitors to her employer's bedroom. I'd probably fuck sexy Carmalita for nothing, because she's such a dark and luscious hot number, but if she thinks her phone calls to me are tied to my pussy, who am I to dissuade her?

Of course, I've always known Roberta fucks other girls besides me. I don't mind that, as long as I know the girl, because the other girls I can control. They wouldn't dare do anything more, not one fucking thing more, than what I tell them, i.e. give Roberta a nice fuck, than leave. Strangers, I need to know about. Even though Roberta rarely fucks strangers to me. Why would she? With little-ole-me and her entire gym team throwing her the cunt, she has an endless supply of little-girl nookie! And that's not even to mention the coaches, the teachers at the Academy plus, I understand, Icky-Nikki's mom, who I hear pays Icky's fees in Roberta's bed!

Nikki Redman is another story though. She's dangerous. She's cute and cuddly and syrupy sweet and besides all that, she's no friend of mine. She's liable to be able to twist Roberta around that tongue of hers. With no regard for what I want.

She's also not half bad as a gymnast and once Roberta puts her on the squad, as I'm sure she's doing right now, and Icky Nikki, as I call her, gets access to the better equipment and the non-paralleled excellence of our coaches she might, just might, get so good that she'll be totally uncontrollable. And, for all I know, she's a great fuck! And she'll get so much in Roberta's good graces that I'll never get rid of her!

Shit! Damn! Fuck! I don't love Roberta or anything. Of fucking course not! But she's my own personal gold-mine and that Nikki Redman's got a lot of nerve trying to steal her out from under me. Despite my dark mood, I chuckle. Considering the way Roberta likes me on top of her, fucking hell out of her with big strap-ons, the phrase stealing her out from 'under' me, is especially apt.

You know, I had my eye on her and I was nervous about her, but I really didn't have anything against the Redman bitch before she turned 10. She was just another little girl, not 1/2 bad to look at, slightly annoying with her 'goodiness', if that's a word and it probably ain't! And with some gymnastic talent. But, what I knew was gonna happen, happened! I really should have acted before this!

She has her 10^th birthday. She auditions for the team. She's younger than me and I know how Roberta's taste runs to young stuff. I know most of the young girls end up in Roberta's bed, once they're 10 and try-out for the 'elite' squad. I punch my pillow. Little fuckin' bitch is probably in the sack with Roberta right fuckin' now!

Someone's tapping on my door, then I hear my bedroom door open. Ah, jeez! I don't need this right now! It's my Mom! She comes in my room, stands behind me and strokes my short, shining, red hair. Mom's a mixture of smells. She's wearing perfume; I can smell that; she's holding a drink so I can smell the whiskey; she's smoking so I can smell that. Her hands are soft and tender on me but when she speaks her tone is harsh.

"I was listening at the door while you were talking to that Latin bitch you fuck. So that Redman girl is over there stealing Roberta from you and you are sitting here doing nothing. Tell me, my teen-queen-shit-don't-stink daughter, what are you gonna do about it?"

I reach back, take Mom's cigarette from her and take a drag. I don't smoke much, it's unhealthy and I need the lung power for my gymnastics but I don't think the odd cigarette is gonna kill me! Or my career!

And smoking is relaxing and I need to calm down now and figure out what to do about Miss Goody-Two-Shoes Redman. As I take another delicious drag I think, maybe I can con her into taking up smoking. Nah. That'd take too long to fuck her up.

I stand and blow smoke at Mom who takes her cigarette back and takes a drag. "I'm not doing nothing, Mom. I'm thinking and you're interrupting. But, as long as you're here, maybe I could use your help. Any ideas how I can fuck up Icky Nikki Redman? I can't just can't openly do stuff to her, a la Toyna Harding, much as I'd like to!"

Mom's voice becomes a little more tender and she takes a sip of her drink. She pulls up a chair beside me and puts her arm around my shoulders. "Well, little girl, this is the first time you've asked for mummy's help in a while. Two smart dames like us should be able to put our heads together, like we used to and get that pain-in-your-ass off that team!" Her voice gets hopeful. "So let's brainstorm and maybe after, you and I could have a fuck, like we used to? What'd'ya say, honey?"

"You know what I say, Mom," I tell her, "The same thing I always say when you come whining in here looking for little-girlie-thrills. You know I luv you, momma, - I make sure she doesn't see me roll my eyes when I say that - but, except for Roberta, you know I only fuck young stuff or hot, beautiful babes like Carmalita these days! Hot-nookie with knock-out bodies! That's just the way it is! Sorry, Mom, I hate to be the one to tell you, for, like the 1,000^th time, and I'm sure you must know it anyway. You're just not young and beautiful anymore, mom. Too bad you didn't take care of yourself. But, tell you what, Mom, come up with some good ideas for making Icky Nikki history and I'll let you go down on me for a bit! How's that sound, Ma?"

An hour later, an hour of brainstorming, with Mom asking lots of questions, Mom's come up with what I think is a pretty good plan! So she gets rewarded. I have my hands tangled in my Mom's hair; I moan as she uses a busy mouth and tongue to work my pussy, expertly – I guess ole Mom hasn't forgotten how! - into a frenzy! For an older woman, no longer pretty, who drinks too much and smokes too much and hasn't had much practice lately, you wanna know what? Mom still does a pretty bang-up job of giving me a couple of pretty good cums!

Two hours later I'm having sex again. Hotter, wetter, better sex. This time I'm in the back wing of Roberta's mansion, after some mom-cums and a cab ride, and I'm naked in Carmalita's bed! She's a dark, sexy wench, shoulder-length, wavy coal-black hair, firm, upright titties, with deliciously suckable brown nipples poking out of the biggest, smoothest aureoles I've ever had the pleasure of encountering, a wildcat in the sack who really knows how to suck a cunt! Maybe it's all that spicy food she eats or something but her cum is some weird tasting shit, but not bad. Just refreshingly different from the milk and vanilla cum sucked from the little white girls on the team. Sometimes when Carmalita's cumming, having one of her very noisy, very wet cums, when I'm giving her that cum, she goes ape-shit and starts cussing and screaming things in Spanish! It's totally sexy!

Carmalita's also completely bi-sexual. Right now, I'm sitting on the bed, legs spread far apart for her, leaned back against the padded head-board of Carm's bed and she's kneeled between my legs, bum in the air, positioned right at the edge of the bed. While her head is between my legs giving my pussy a treat, Carmalita's boyfriend, a big, strapping 17-year-old black kid, named Jamal, is standing, naked, right there where he needs to be for Carm, jamming a magnificent 9-inch black prick up her cunt! Her mouth skitters all over my pussy in time with his thrusts! Carmalita just gets her mouth where she wants it, and I want it, Jamal gives her a viscious jab and shoves Carmalita, one time almost up to my belly-button! I'd be angry at having her mouth moved off my clit, if it wasn't so funny.

Surprise, surprise! I'm gonna let you all in on a secret. I've let Jamal fuck me and it wasn't great, but also, I did feel a little something when his big knob rubbed my clitty. Not many people know this but me, so don't tell anyone, and it was a pretty huge surprise to me too! I've always had a feeling Jamal might come in handy some day so I took his cock, a couple times, first, due to curiosity along with a bet and a dare from Carmalita, when Jamal showed up one day in Carm's room when we were in the middle of a hot sex session. It wasn't terrible. A light bulb went on over my head that day. Carmalita has been very useful to me. Having the big, bad Jamal on my side might prove useful in the future. So I resolved to take his cock again, hopefully get him cunt-struck with my man-virgin, white cunt, and – then came the surprise - I started, first, hating it, natually, then, not minding it, and then, if not actually liking it, at least finding it tolerable. Meaning I didn't puke after.

The couple of times I've taken Jamal's dick, I've chuckled and wondered what the coaches would say if they knew. Not that I need to wonder; they'd go completely ape-shit and have a hairy-canary fit! I love our coaches and I have them cunt-struck so I can use them at my will, usually, but they're quite a bunch. So fucking obvious. They preach to us to not to have sex with boys. Constantly. They rant about the dangers of a guy getting us preggers and the risk of disease and, besides all this, they preach that fucking boys will stir up our hormones and jump-start things like titty-growth and cunt-hair and under-arm hair growth. We all want big titties when we're older I think, but right now, with our gymnastics, we just don't need that. Big fucking titties flopping around while we do our routines. Like I believe fucking a guy will make my tits grow! But, despite my skepticism, I don't like guys anyway and besides, why take chances?

Funny thing though. Our coaches never say that having sex with women will stir up our hormones. Of course fucking not! They like us girls on the team sexing each other. They think that promotes team spirit and unity. And they sure aren't gonna suggest that we quit fucking Roberta! They like their well-paid-by-Roberta jobs way too much! And, for fucking sure, they aren't gonna throw a monkey wrench into their own nookie by suggesting that we shouldn't fuck them any more.

So they go on and on and on how we shouldn't fuck guys but, left unsaid, is that having virtually unlimited sex with women is perfectly fine.

So far, I've only fucked Jamal, or, I suppose it would be more accurate to say, let him fuck me, a couple times in a three-some with Carmalita but, tonight – oooh, risky! - very scary - I'm gonna throw that Spanish spitfire a curve-ball. Jamal is part of my plan. The one mom and I hatched. I'm gonna steal him for a while. 24-hours. (Of course, he won't know that!) Throw him an all-alone-fuck. Use him. Then Carmalita can have him back.

Before Dad headed for the hills, he'd cocked me a few times, I was only 6 and that traumatized me, for sure. But no way of telling, I don't think, if Dad's fucking me at such a young age, forcing his big dick painfully into my tiny pussy, drove me into the arms of women, but I consider the question totally irrelevant. I love women and girls and always did. I love pussy and girl-cum and, there is not the slightest doubt in my mind that I would have sexed it up with women, no matter what. No matter if my pig of a father would have kept his dick to himself and Mom or not! But, I wonder sometimes, if just maybe, - hey, what'd'ya want from me, I'm only 14 – my pussy or some part of my subconscious remembered Dad's cock and that prepared me, goodly or badly, for Jamal's big dick!

Carmalita's really lapping me now, eating me great, thrilling me with sensuous cum-tingles, all the time moaning and groaning because Jamal's thrusts into her prime Latin pussy are getting harder, more frequent, more urgent, as he hunches for his cum.

But then he mutters he doesn't wanna cum yet and pulls out of Carm! What the hell? But I suppose, when I think of it, pulling out of Carmalita for a bit would cool him down. I know how wonderfully Carm's pussy squeezes my tongue so I can just imagine what a number her boiling hot, oozing, squeezing cunt does on Jamal's big dick!

But then, I guess he's decided to cum now, Jamal returns to his position behind his pussy-lapping girlfriend and, this time, he rubs his cock around in her bum-crease then rams that big dick right into her ass!

I chuckle. I love it when Jamal does that! It causes Carmalita to squeal so wonderfully and sexy Spanish curses come flying from her mouth! And her pussy- lapping gets hotter! Fiercer! Faster! My thrills multiply!

I guess having two white girls in the sack – well, one real vanilla white and one sort of mocha-colored - have pushed iron-man, jet-black Jamal as far as he can be pushed. Carmalita's head is still rammed in my crotch, I've wet her down many times as I massage her back and watch Jamal's face contort, as he pounds her with dick, I see his now-familiar cum-face!

As Jamal unloads his nuts into Carmalita's backside, my pussy lets loose its payload on Carmalita's smiling front-side! Carmalita squeals, I squeal and Jamal squeals too as we all have our cums! Me, I'm gonna have to take that cock one more time but, fuck him, no matter how much I need him, not in my fuckin' ass! I won't like it but he can cunt-fuck me but I'll make him finish off on my tummy or something. And wipe his mess up himself! And dumb fuck will do it and not even know I'm just using him!

Jamal professes he loves Carmalita but I see the way he's always looking at me. I don't figure it'll be too hard to get him to dump the sexy maid for me. For one night, but he won't know that! Jamal's always had eyes for me, long before I ever let him bring his black meat anywhere near me. When I'd come for a session with Roberta, he'd often be around picking up Carmalita and I'd feel his hot gaze undressing me. I'd blow him kisses and give him winks and he was roaring hot to fuck me long before the first time I ever joined him and Carmalita for a fuck. I had no definite plans back then, was just thinking a threesome might be different and interesting, as long as Carm was the one taking the cock!

But now, all my flirting, and my eventual fucking with them was going to pay off!

Carmalita announces she's going for a shower and heads off for the can. I tell her I have to head home and will probably be gone when she comes back. Jamal is lying naked on the bed, turning on the T.V. Perfect.

Once Carm is gone, first I take the remote and turn off the T.V. to make sure I have his attention. I sit across from Jamal, make sure he's watching me and I take a pair of Carmalita's panties, spread my legs real wide for his viewing pleasure and wipe my cunt up real good. Then I playfully toss her wet panties at Jamal, aiming them right at his pecker. My aim is perfect. They drape over his limp cock just right!

He removes them, sniffs them and grinning at me, tosses them on the floor.

Then I do a sexy reverse-strip-tease for Jamal, pulling on my stockings, panties, t-shirt and jeans all very slowly, seductively, watching him, watching me.

When I'm dressed, I can still hear the shower running so I'm O.K. I lay beside Jamal and rubbing up close I take his limp pecker in my hand.

I put my head on his shoulder and my lips very near to his ear. "Jamal, honey, you cocker you, you stud!" I whisper softly. He lets out a moan and a shiver as I let my thumb tickle the head of his pecker. "Jamal, you really poked hell out of Carmalita tonight, sweetie!" I let him hear me chuckle. "You wouldn't happen to have a little left for me, would ya', stud?" My thumb tenderly caresses his hardening cock lying in my hand.

He gives me a lustful look. "I can't fuck around with you without Carm," he says. "'Sides, ain't you a lezzie?"

"Oh, I luv pussy," I tell him, "but I watch Carm as she wriggles on your dick and she looks like she's having fun!" Eye roll, big time! I chuckly scornfully, "Oh, I know what it is, stud. Daddy mustn't do anything Momma says he can't! Maybe I'll go find a real man!" I lean closer to Jamal and press my little A-cup titties into his arm. My hair is short but I have enough on the sides to take some and use it to playfully tickle his ear and whisper, "But I want you, stud! Carmalita wouldn't have to know! Who's gonna tell her? Not me! Come on, Jamal, are you a man, or what? A pussy-whipped boy?"

He half-heartedly slaps my hand holding my hair away and as soon as his hand goes back down I tickle him some more with my hair. I lean closer and run my tongue around his ear and blow into it gently. Jamal might be letting on he wants me to leave but his pecker is making a liar out of him. His 9-incher is standing straight up now and throbbing. My little hand won't go all the way around it! I slick my hand up and down its length, rubbing and tickling.

'I'm gonna write my address down for you and my cell number, before I leave," I say. "What'd'ya say, stud? Wouldn't you like this 14-year-old white girl to fuck all for yourself? Come on, baby. Make some excuse to leave and come on over. You aren't gonna leave me all alone all night, are you, baby-doll?"

All of a sudden, Jamal's resistance fades and he grabs me roughly, pulls me over his nakedness and kisses me. He's fucked me but this is the first time we've kissed. It's icky but I know then I've got him! I chuckle. He just couldn't resist, just like I knew he couldn't! I'm glad his eyes are closed when I'm letting him kiss me though. That way he can't see my open eyes rolling in my head and the faces I'm making! Kissing a male! Ick!

Actually, at first, I – well, mum and I - considered bringing Carmalita in on my plans and enlisting her aid. She's not very bright in a book-learning sort of way but the little Latino is very street-smart and could be a help. She's also enamored with my cunt and while she enjoys her sex with Jamal, I suspect she is in love with me. But, unfortunately being in love with me and my pussy is not enough. Because street-smart Carmalita has one drawback to her that over-rides her assets. Over-riding every feeling of love and love of sex is her fear and sense of self-preservation. She's illegal in this country and has loyalty to Roberta stemming from her fear of what Roberta could do to her.

Jamal, on the other hand, is dumb as a post and his cock will over over-rule whatever little, immature good sense he might have.

I snuggle my cell phone to my ear and call myself a cab, specifying that it come to the back door of the far, east wing of Roberta's mansion. Can't take a chance on Roberta seeing me. I kiss his ear one more time and whisper, "I'm panting for you, Jamal. Don't leave me waiting too long, stud!" Then it's off the bed - good timing, Majorie - as I hear the shower turn off! I make sure to jiggle my ass, molded in my skin-tight jeans, with a little extra bee-bee-de-boo-bop as walk to the door. One more smile and wink and I blow him one last kiss as I shut the door.

Question. Help a kid out, would ya'? How many times in one night can a 17-year-old black stud cum? If Jamal shows up at my house, as I'm positive he will, it will be my first time alone with a male. I don't mind telling you all, I'm a little nervous. I do mind admitting this, but I will, I'm scared shitless. I've took a bit of Jamal's big dick, with Carmalita as a buffer, but do I want to take it, can I take it, if he goes into big-stud mode, alone with me, like I've seen him do with Carmalita.

Fortunately, he's already cum in that sexy Latino a few times tonight. Maybe, hopefully, I can give him one good cum and he'll tucker out! I can put any woman through the paces in bed for as long as she wants, all night and all day, but I've no desire and zero confidence for guy-type fucking. Especially a long session. One quick fuck, maybe. No, I just want to mesmerize our boy Jamal, get him white-girl-cunt-struck, white-girl-pussy-whipped enough to get him to do something for me. Then he can go back to Carm, take a lot of cold showers or jump off a cliff, whatever he feels like!

A few hours later I'm cuddled in Jamal's arms. The kid showed up, like I knew he would. He made some excuse to Carmalita and drove to the address I'd written down for him. I'd answered the door, naked under a sheer negligee that showed off my cutesy body and Jamal didn't hesitate. He knew what he was here for and he took it! He grabbed me, kissed me, picked me up in his big, strong arms and carried me where I directed. Straight to my bed.

He slung me down, ripped off my negligee, then his clothes and threw me a fuck! No kissing, no fondling, no preliminaries, what-so-ever! Like I say, Jamal knew what he was here for, knew what he wanted - my lily-white pussy - and he took it! Once! Answer to my earlier question. For this black stud, on this particular night, I guess 4 cums was it. And I don't mind that at all. Chuckle! I didn't have a cum but it was tolerable.

But I still have to be nice to him. My ordeal isn't over. We're cuddling and I'm running my hands all over his black, sweaty, hard-as-steel, muscled body.

"Jamal, sweetie," I breath into his ear, "That was great, stud! (Roll of eyes that he can't see!) You were right earlier. I'm usually a pussy-girl but a stud like you has changed me to a cock-babe I think, maybe forever!" I give his dork a squeeze. "Especially a stud equipped with a pecker like this tall boy! Tell me, baby, assure me, sweet-ums, that you'll never take this prick away from me!"

I had a hard time getting all that out without laughing so Jamal could tell but, I knew Jamal ate up those kinda compliments. Especially from a white girl. But, let me tell you, I was having a good chuckle on the inside. Chuckle? I was laughing like hell at the poor, pussy-whipped, brain-owned-by-his-cock, black, dumb-bell!

'Yeah, just gimme a minute, doll and I'll pop you again!" Jamal says, smiling, eating up my goop.

I run my hand across his muscular chest and up one sinewy arm. I'm walking a fine line here. I'm trying to be sexy and seductive and hot and I have his dick in my hand but I'm praying it won't get hard again before I can think of a good reason to get him the hell out of here!

But I'm realistic enough to realize that to get Jamal to do what I want him to do it'll mabe'll take another fuck at least. But getting rid of Icky Nikki will make it all worthwhile. At least that's what I keep telling myself!

"Jamal, sweetie," I purr, snuggling right up tight to him, "you'd like to see your pretty white baby be happy, wouldn't you, stud? If I asked you to do something for me, something I needed done, real bad, you'd do it for me, wouldn't you?"

Jamal, not the longest cock at the orgy, by any means, tangles his hands in my hair and pulls me close for a kiss. "Sure, baby, tell daddy what you need!"

I snuggle even closer, if that is even possible, give his dick a squeeze and whisper in his ear.

He laughs. And laughs. "Sure, babe! I never liked that old gal. I don't like the way she treats Carm. I'll help you out. Soon. Tonight! But now, let me tell you what I want!"

I push him back. "Whoa, stud," I say. "Lots of time for fucking later! I need this done, now, not even tonight, now, right fuckin' now! Get to it, get it done and then, more white pussy for Jamal!"

Wow. I don't believe it but I'm mucho relieved. Jamal left! On the job I gave him. I brush my teeth and gargle with Listerene to get that man-taste out of my mouth. I pick up my cell phone, push the right button and use my voice dial, "Call Natalie," I say in a slurred, slutty voice. The kind my phone recognizes. Jamal has my pussy sore. Natalie, a sexy 11-year-old, a virtuoso on the uneven parallel bars, a troubadour on a cunt, is just the girl, I figure, to kiss it better! And, just to let you all know, I am exactly right!

Young Natalie, used to catering to my pussy, is over-joyed at my call! She's good in the sack but my busy pussy doesn't often have time for her! So, tonight, quick as the pussy-loving-bunny she is, sexy 11-year-old Natalie is here! In my bed! Giving me the kinda cums I'm used to! The thrilling, mind-blowing hot, juicy ones! The kind I love and deserve.

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Another day! Today is Monday and I'm anxious all day. Jamal has promised to pick me up and as I leave the school building I raise a lot of eyebrows as I see his '69 orange Camaro, probably bought with drug money, sitting in front of the school, walk over and get in. I really raise eyebrows when the other girls see me do that and their eyes really bug out when they see me let Jamal kiss me.

I can hear the whispers. 'Majorie Taggert with a guy?!' Majorie Taggert with a black guy!?' 'Majorie Taggert kissing a black guy?!' 'Majorie Taggert driving away with a guy? A guy! Any guy! A black guy yet?!'

I'm almost done with Jamal so I don't mind although, I must admit, kissing him – letting him kiss me – is a real chore today. When I first took Jamal's cock, as I told you, it wasn't as terrible as I'd thought but then later! It seemed worse. After Jamal left. 11-year-old Natalie Morgan, the job she did on my pussy, the cums she gave me – I gave her some too – was just way too delicious! What does any woman see in a dick?

No, once Jamal gives me what I want, he can go back to Carmalita. She wants his cock way, way, way more than me, who never did want it and who certainly doesn't want it any more at all.

But I haven't got it yet. What I want.

So I let Jamal kiss me and give my titties a feel around. "Did you do it, stud?" I ask him. "Did you get it for me, baby?"

He chuckles. "Maybe, baby!" he says, chuckling at his own moronic rhyme. I sigh.

Twenty minutes later, Jamal drops me in front of my house. I had a hard time putting up with him today but I manage a smile. Nestled in my purse, feeling very heavy, is what has cost me a cock in my pussy but it's gonna be worth it! Time to get into the house and phone Natalie! Succeeding, thus far, in my plan, makes me horny. Time for some real sex to celebrate. And time to make another phone call too!

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Now, baby! This is more like it! I'm in the driver's seat now, where a gal like me should be! (I'm in the driver's seat with Jamal also, but it's only the metaphorical driver's seat!) I reach under Roberta, grab two big handfuls of hanging titty and thrust my hips, driving the strap-on cock deep into the old lady. Again! Hard and fast I fuck her!

Natalie was still between my legs, pussy-lapping me real good, while I was on the phone with Roberta setting up this fuck-date! Little Natalie was doing her usual bang-up job, supplying me with cums, helping me forget my ordeal with Jamal. He wants more but he's shit-out-of-luck. If he bothers me any more, I'll sick Carmalita on him. He'll be terrified for her to find out that he fucked me alone, without her, and, lordy knows, I wouldn't want that Spanish spit-fire after me! And now, I realize, it's time for phase 2!

Speaking of Phase 2, I think it is going well! I chuckle. I've always been pretty good with a strap-on but I'm even better now! Watching Jamal put the cock to Carmalita, taking that dick myself, has taught me a few tricks that I use now on Roberta and I've got her just howling with pleasure! I fuck her hard and fast, drive her 'til she's off her hands and knees and is face-down, belly slapping on the bed and I lie on her back, rubbing her back with my titties, humping my ass to keep that strap-on cock just pounding away at her! I don't wanna fuck Jamal any more but I can't help but envy him his cock! I feel powerful as hell as I fuck the old lady silly! I ease out, 'til just the tip of the strap-on is still snuggled in Roberta's cunt, cock my hips and horse it home to the hilt! Roberta squeals! Another big, deep cock-jab! Take that, Roberta! Can Icky Nikki fuck you as good as this?! I don't think so!

Afterwards, that is, after I've fucked the living-crap out of Roberta and she's all sweaty, out-of-breath and cummed out, I don't even take off the strap-on – I'll need it again soon! – but I get out of bed and making sure the cock is bouncing, dripping girlie-cum – Roberta likes to see that – I walk to her dresser where there is a bottle of wine, chilling in some ice and a couple of glasses. I pour us each a glass of wine. Walking back to the bed, making sure to wiggle sexily, I swirl the strap-on cock in her glass first and let Roberta suck it. Then I hand her her glass and we each take a sip and then we kiss, passing wine back and forth. I get back in bed and let Roberta snuggle me close and we kiss some more. Snuggling with Jamal – I did it because I had to – repulsed me but snuggling with this old lady somehow is beautiful and pleasant. Would it be without Roberta's bank account? I don't even ask myself that question any more.

Let's see, how's the scorecard? Cuddling and kissing the old lady is nowhere near as nice as cuddling and kissing Natalie but - gold medal compared to last place - it is light-years better than cuddling and kissing Jamal!

Phase 1 – hook Jamal, dazzle him with cunt and get him to do what I needed him to do! Complete.

Phase 2 – fuck Roberta silly and get her nice and mellow and relaxed, pour her some wine, have her not at her best, maybe not thinking just the sharpest! Complete.

Phase 3 – the trickiest phase – start the ball rolling with some groundwork. 'Careful, Majorie,' I remind myself. The sun has never risen on a day that Roberta, no matter how mellow, no matter how well-fucked, no matter how much her wits are dulled by wine, not even stone fucking drunk for that matter, isn't smarter than Jamal! Don't forget for a second who you're dealing with here!

I lay my head on Roberta's shoulder. "I love it here with you, darling." I say. "How'd you like that fuck, Roberta, dear?" I chuckle. "I think I'm getting better with the cock! I've been taking lessons!"

She pulls me over her lap, over her still oozing, well-fucked pussy and kisses me.

"I don't know who's been giving you lessons, honey, but keep them up! Not only are you the star of my team, Majorie, dear," she whispers, "you're still number 1 in my bed too, honey!"

I'm glad to hear that, but she adds, ominously, "Right now, at least!"

Quickly, I change the subject.

"What about Nikki Redman?" I ask, "Did you put her on the team?"

"She earned it," Roberta says, "her work-out wasn't just the best, well, you saw it, but it was good enough to get her here and her performance here in my bed got her the rest of the way. Yeah, we made some sex. But she hasn't fucked me like you do, dearie. Yet. So quit your fussing."

I really wish Roberta would quit using that word 'yet'! It has a threatening, ominous sound to it! "I was only thinking of the team," I say smoothly. I kiss Roberta's neck and cuddle a titty. "She'll be an asset, I think, with more training and more practice." I bury my face in Roberta's hair so she can't possibly see the expression on my face when I say that!

"My thoughts exactly, my dear," Roberta laughs. "In the gym and in this bed! Some of you older girl-stars can use some pushing from the younger girls. A little competition. You're all too big for your britches some days!"

I wipe all expressions off my face, capture Roberta's lips and give her a kiss. "But not too big for your britches, right, Roberta?" I say.

Roberta just laughs. "Oh, yeah! I'll drop my britches for you anytime, doll! But, speaking of competition, are you all ready for your meet this week-end in the capital?" she asks.

"We'll be ready! We are ready!" I tell her and I snuggle closer. "I've got a new floor exercise routine I can't wait for you to see! Roberta, I have a huge favor to ask you. We'll be going out some in the capital to see some sights and I'd really like something nice to wear. I can't afford much, as you know. Mom worked overtime to get me a new dress and I'd really love a nice necklace to wear with it." What bull-shit. Mom doesn't even work! "I was hoping you'd lend me one of yours!"

My heart is in my throat as I ask Roberta that but I'm pleased that my voice is steady. I expecially like the little pleading tremble I've perfected!

"Did you have anything special in mind?" Roberta asks.

'Careful, Majorie' I tell myself. 'Make sure to stammer and hesitate and put a little catch into your voice.'

"Well, I really love that one with the five diamond chips in the five gold hearts. You know the one I mean? You have so much jewelry!"

I knew she knew which one I meant all right. It was her favorite, given to her by an old lover, now dead. Not nearly as expensive as some of her real good jewelry but with lots of sentimental value for the old lady. Of course, she has no idea I know all this. Somehow, for some reason, she told Carmalita all about it during a pussy-sucking session with her, and in turn, Carm had told me, co-incidentally in a pussy-sucking session!

"Oh, baby!" Roberta says, giving a little moan as I move one hand down between her legs. "I've had that necklace a very long time. It's not worth much money, I don't suppose, but it's very sentimental to me. You'd have to be very careful with it, my dear."

I give Roberta's pussy a couple good pokes with some fingers, then fit a couple inside her and wiggle them all around. I feel a gush of wetness and she wriggles her ass around. I'll act excited, go down on her, wet her up good and then slip it to her with the strap-on. Mellow her out again before she gets up to get it for me.

"Oh, Roberta, you're considering it?" I say, giving her right nipple a lick. I put a quiver into my voice. "It'd mean so much to me!" I lick her other nipple! "I'll do anything, if you let me borrow it! And I'll be so, so careful with it, I promise!" Goddess! How did I get that all out without laughing?

I suck a nipple way deep into my mouth to keep from chuckling right out loud. Of course, the necklace in question is, right now, resting in the bottom of my purse! I don't know and don't care to know the details of how Jamal stole it for me. You and I know what I had to go through to get him to steal it for me. I told him where she kept it. Isn't that enough? I told you all Jamal had some special skills I needed. How he got into Roberta's bedroom and took it, is something I don't need to know. The main thing is that I've got it and it shouldn't take too much to make Roberta suspect Icky Nikki of having stolen it! That is, when I let up on the old lady and give her enough time to look for it and realize that it is missing!

But, let's mellow out the old lady some more, shall we? I kiss down Roberta's tummy, tasting the salty sweat from our last fuck. I'm at her cunt now and, for an old lady, who's had some cums already, her pussy has a very nice smell. I give her pussy sexy, French kisses and listen to her moan. I swab my tongue all over, tickling her, and being tickled by her pussy fur, and listen to her groan. I suck her clit, unsheathed and throbbing, into my mouth, nip it gently, then lap away at the red, sweating, throbbing miniature cock and listen to her squeal. I rare up, take the strap-on cock in my hand, aim good, snuggle the head safely inside Roberta, take a deep breath and horse it on home, deep, deep as it can go and listen to the old lady just yelp!

I buck my hips, again and again, fucking Roberta like that, jabbing hard and fast, varying my angles, like I've watched Jamal fuck Carm! We're in the missionary position which gives me her tits and I use both hands to fondle them and suck their tips when I'm not kissing her.

Roberta's bum is bouncing on the bed as she fucks back and I'm careful to use all the tricks fucking with Jamal taught me. They never gave me any cums but that's probably just because that dick of his was attached to the wrong person. Because, Jamal's cock-tricks, administered to Roberta by me, with this long, rubber strap-on, are having just beautiful results here!

Roberta's sucking my tongue almost out of my mouth now and she's moaning and groaning and squealing and wriggling and fucking me back and I can feel pussy juice squirting up and lubricating where our bellies are rubbing and bouncing together.

I pull out of Roberta, mid-cum, roll her and without missing a beat, sink that slippery 'cock' deep in her ass. She screams and that mid-cum she was in? It jets away into another mighty big full-blown, back-arching, toe-curling, sugary, screaming, pussy-cream-squirting cum-cum! Roberta tries to get her knees under her and jam her ass back at me but my thrusts are too powerful and she can't manage. She's flat on her belly now and I fuck and fuck and giggle, her belly's slapping the sheets and I see a big pussy-juice stain spreading out under her and I know I'm just fucking the juice right out of her!

But, soon, I let up on her. She's old. I don't want to fuck her right to the grave. No! That's not my plan at all. Not when the old lady has so much more to give me!

I tousle my damp red hair and shiver as I feel the cool post-fuck air hitting my sweaty body. As usual, after a prime fucking, Roberta gets very sentimental and romantic. So we cuddle again and kiss and this time she gets up on shaky legs to pour some wine for us. While she's at the dresser pouring wine she remembers and says, "I'll get you that necklace while I'm up, dear! A woman I loved very much gave me that necklace and maybe, I don't love you like I did her, dear, but, I do love the way you fuck! So, wear it in good health and just promise me you'll take ever so good care of it!"

I see Roberta open a drawer, go to move some things, notice they've been disturbed, throw them on the rug and yell! Her back is to me so I put my hand to my mouth and kinda bite down on it so I don't laugh out loud.

"Darling!" she yells, "My necklace! It's gone! I've been robbed! How? Who?"

I rush from the bed to her side. I put my arm around her. "Are you sure, Roberta? Is this where you always keep it?" (Of course it is! I know that! But, she doesn't know I know that! Follow me?)

"It's always here!" she cries, "Unless I'm wearing it! I never put in anywhere else! Never! Where is it, Majorie? Where is it, dear?"

My heart skips a beat as, at first, I think she is accusing me. But then I realize it is a rhetorical question and she just wishes that somehow I knew and could help her get it back. Well, I fully intended to help her get it back – she'll be so grateful – but in my own time and in my own way. After, the necklace's disappearance has served my purpose!

I hug Roberta. "I don't believe this!" I cry. "If you always put it here, it must be here!"

Roberta is actually crying. I wonder just who this lover was and how much the old lady must have loved her! Do I ever want a woman to love me that much? Nah. Good way to lose control! Fucking's good enough!

Roberta throws more of her undies out of the drawer. "It's not here, it's not here, it's not here!" she yells again.

I rip off the strap-on I'm still wearing and toss it on the bed. It's done its job, for now!

Arm around Roberta I lead her to the bed and we sit. I hold her. "Think, Roberta, think!" I say. "You must have put it somewhere else. Isn't that even possible? No?" One glimpse of the look Roberta is giving me tells me to change tactics, quickly. "Then who else is ever in here, Roberta? I know you have lots of girls in this bed. Could one of them have taken it? Did you ever fall asleep while you had a girl in this bed? What about servants? I know you trust Carmalita completely and I do too but what about the others? Any new ones? Fire anyone recently? Why would anyone take that particular piece? You must have other more valuable jewelry around."

"All good questions, dear." I hand Roberta a tissue I just happen to have handy and she pats her eyes and blows her nose. "You're quick. And such a dear to be so concerned for an old lady's necklace! I'm just a stupid old lady. All my more expensive jewelry is in my safe. But I could never bear to have that piece buried in a safe. It is so comforting having it in the drawer with my undies, very intimate, like the intimate love I had with the woman who gave it to me!"

I pull Roberta's head down on my shoulder, hug her tightly and because the old lady can't see me, roll my eyes. "I understand, Roberta! I keep a few things you've given me in my underwear drawer also, for the exact same reason. Not that I have anything expensive or a safe to keep it in. But your presents covered with my underwear makes me think of you every time I get dressed!" I chuckle inside. Roberta's presents to me have long since been pawned for cash!

I can't believe Roberta is buying this drivel but, it seems, for the moment at least, she is! She hugs me back and sniffles. She thinks and finally says what I was hoping to hear, "The only girl I've had in this bed in a week, since the last time I wore my necklace is the Redman girl. You don't think . . .?"

"No!" I exclaim. "I don't like her, as you know and mind you, Roberta, I don't know Nikki all that well . . ., but, no! I don't believe it!" Strategy, of course, compels me now to defend Redman. It'll look good later that I stuck up for her.

"Tell you what, Roberta. You talk to your staff. I'll go get Nikki and bring her here and we'll talk to her together. If you find your necklace while I'm gone, if some servant has it, when I get back here with Redman, we'll fuck her together!"

Roberta kisses me. "Oh thank you, honey. Help me find my necklace and who took it and you'll get a big reward from me!"

I smile.

Phase 3 complete. Necklace missing. Suspicion already on Nikki! This is getting too simple. So simple it's ridiculous.

Phase 4 – have Nikki caught with the necklace in her possession. As you'll see in a moment she even makes that easy for me!

I dress, call a cab and take it to Nikki Redman's. I recognize Miss Beamer's Datsun in the driveway. I go up and ring the bell. Nikki answers and recognizes me, of course. Invites me in. A little awed of me; a little scared of me; I can tell. I put her at ease. I tell her that Roberta wants to see her about some routines and has sent me to fetch her. Dumb kid is excited and says she has to go upstairs and tell her mom where she is going. She says her purse is in the kitchen, points, and asks me to get it for her and when she comes back down we'll be ready to go. Thanks, kiddo! Dumb bitch!

When Nikki comes back down, of course, Roberta's necklace is no longer in my purse. It's safely hidden at the bottom of Icky Nikki Redman's! I chuckle. We're off the Roberta's for Phase 5 - that is - getting Redman kicked off the team!

End