Hit her harder!

CHAPTER TEN

Just at the moment that Roberta Jean burst into orgasm, Bertha could feel a little squirt of liquid from the blonde's urethra striking her on her lower lip.

There was a time when Bertha would have thought that Roberta Jean Richardson had lost control of her bladder.

There was a time, when Bertha Klemmer was very young, when she would have thought that Roberta Jean was pissing on her mouth.

Now that Bertha was older, and infinitely more sexually experienced, she understood that this was not piss at all.

Bertha understood, as a matter of fact, that this little squirt did not even have anything to do with Roberta Jean's bladder.

This squirt, Bertha knew, was Roberta Jean's feminine ejaculation, proof positive of her come's authenticity.

Of course it would never have occurred to Bertha in a million years that Roberta Jean might fake her climax.

Such thespian skills, Bertha knew, were reserved by straight women exclusively to preserve the male ego.

The little squirt of fluid struck Bertha initially on the lower lip and then worked its way into her mouth.

Onto her tongue.

It tasted sweet.

Bertha Klemmer steadily increased the pressure and the speed of her tongue's movements across Roberta Jean Richardson's little man in the boat, until she was lapping at the fiery bulb every bit as hard and fast as she could.

Just when Roberta Jean thought the intensity of her climactic convulsions, her orgasmic spasms, were bound to diminish, Bertha Klemmer did something she did not expect.

The short-haired and somewhat stocky lesbian wrapped her lips around Roberta Jean's clitoris. The heavily-tattooed and nail-tough bull-dyke also wrapped her lips around the clit's surrounding tissues.

Roberta Jean Richardson's companion and best friend began to suck the clit. The brown-haired and distinctly masculine woman kept the tip of her tongue busy at all times. The baritone-voiced and muscular female was sucking and licking at Roberta Jean's clit simultaneously.

Roberta Jean was in heaven. Roberta Jean Richardson could feel her spiritual self and her physical self separating. The redheaded and large breasted bar brawler could feel her spirit drifting out of her body, drifting upward toward the ceiling. The evil and thoroughly sadistic blonde woman could feel the world spinning on its axis. The heavily-muscled and mean-tempered female, oddly, felt as if she were spinning in precisely the opposite direction.

Then it was over.

Bertha pulled her mouth away immediately.

It did not take long for Roberta Jean and Bertha to get into trouble.

St. Louis.

Their second night on the road.

A city bar.

Roberta Jean and Bertha sat side by side sipping shots when two tough girls entered and sat down underneath the elevated TV, where they could see the blonde and her bull-dyke friend.

One of the St. Louis girls looked to the other and then to Bertha and said, "Tell me Marlene, is that a boy or a girl?"

"Can't tell."

"Shit, can't even tell if that's a boy or a girl!"

Bertha could take no more.

"Why don't you suck my honey pot and find out!" Bertha screamed.

All four were off their bar stools at the same time.

What a fight!

Roberta Jean Richardson and Bertha Klemmer had the best of the locals right from the start, but they took a few licks too.

Roberta Jean had her opponent by the hair and was punching her face. The other girl had a grip on Roberta Jean's right tit. She was squeezing it and yanking at it as if she wanted to pull it right off her chest.

This really pissed Roberta Jean off. She took the back of the girl's head and rammed it repeatedly against the wall.

Thunk!

Thunk!

Thunk!

Bertha Klemmer in the meantime had her opponent on her back on the sawdust floor and was popping right and lefts into her face – much as she had to Sheree Messmer up on Sex Hill that fateful night earlier in the week.

In less than a minute Roberta Jean Richardson and Bertha Klemmer had both rendered their opponents unconscious.

"That ought to teach them to mouth off," Roberta Jean said.

"Yeah, fucking cuntfaces!" Bertha Klemmer concurred.

They went to return to the bar to order up fresh drinks but their was no bartender.

"Where'd the man go?" Roberta Jean Richardson asked a guy who was sitting their, wide-eyed with the commotion.

"Phone booth, calling the cops," the man said in a wheezy voice.

"Let's split," Roberta Jean said.

"We're gone," Bertha Klemmer said.

"Bye!" Roberta Jean Richardson shouted happily to the men who sat there staring. It felt great being in a fight again.

In the motel in Kansas City Roberta Jean sat alone on the foot of the bed, contemplating he somewhat frightening future. Bertha burst into the room with a happy grin on her face.

Roberta Jean noticed immediately that Bertha was carrying something in a brown paper bag.

"What you got there?"

"A surprise!"

"Let me see!"

"Hold your horses! It's a present."

"For me?"

"For us."

"What is it? What is it? What is it?" Roberta Jean said.

Roberta Jean Richardson sounded like a little girl on her birthday.

Bertha opened the bag.

She pulled out the dildo.

The buxom and long-legged blonde bombshell could see that the dildo was very long, about ten inches long. The redheaded and large-breasted bar brawler could see that the dildo was very thick too, every bit as thick as Harvey Henderson's cock. The evil and thoroughly sadistic blonde woman could see that there were little rubber bumps at the base of the dildo. The heavily-muscled and mean-tempered female knew that those bumps were designed to fit over Bertha's clit when she wore it, so that she could receive pleasure too when she was fucking Roberta Jean with it. Bertha held the dildo up with pride.

Bertha Klemmer pointed out that the dildo had elastic straps attached to the base so that one size fit all, and she could wear it around her hips just as if it were a real cock. The short-haired and somewhat stocky lesbian suggested that they try it out right away. The heavily-tattooed and nail-tough bull-dyke threw the dildo on the bed and began to get out of her clothes. Naturally enough, Roberta Jean Richardson stripped also. Roberta Jean Richardson's companion and best friend told Roberta Jean to get on the bed on her back with her legs spread. The brown-haired and distinctly masculine woman then quickly strapped the dildo on and adjusted the base so that it was snug over her clit. The baritone-voiced and muscular female knew that she might even be able to make herself come by rubbing her love button against the base of the dildo as she fucked Roberta Jean. The broad-shouldered yet surprisingly romantic woman then mounted Roberta Jean and used her right hand to guide the molded head of the black rubber ersatz pecker to Roberta Jean's cunt.

Bertha rubbed the tip of the dildo against Roberta Jean's clit for a moment or two. Roberta Jean thought that this felt very good, but it was not what she wanted most. The blonde was anxious to get that rubber pole deep, deep, deep up inside her cunt. Bertha then rubbed the head of the dildo up and down the entire length of Roberta Jean's cunt slash. Bertha Klemmer did this to cover the head of the spurious erection with Roberta Jean's natural lubrication. Bertha was smart enough to know that the initial penetration of Roberta Jean's cunt would be easier for both of them if both the hole and the pole were wet and slippery. Bertha then moved the dildo down to the base of Roberta Jean's cunt and wiggled her ass from side to side so that she could work the tip in between Roberta Jean's protruding and slightly curled back inner cunt lips. Bertha adjusted her hips so that the shaft of the rubber pole was at the appropriate angle for the deep-vaginal penetration. Bertha tensed the muscles in the cheeks of her ass and pressed her buttocks together as tightly as she could get them.

She began to push.

Roberta Jean began to open. It had been a long time since Roberta Jean had felt her cunt opening up like that. She could feel her pussy flesh stretching taut around the dildo head. Bertha kept pushing. Roberta Jean knew there was no way Bertha was going to stop pushing until the entire length of the dildo had disappeared inside her pussy. Roberta Jean Richardson knew there was no way Bertha Klemmer was going to stop pushing until her inner cunt lips had the honor of gripping that latex sword at the very hilt. Roberta Jean Richardson whimpered and moaned as she felt the tip of the rubber lance striking the dimpled mouth of her womb. The buxom and long-legged blonde bombshell could feel the tip of the dildo pressing against the back wall of her pussy, and this was thrilling for her because she knew there were still several inches of rubber pole at the base of the shaft remaining to be inserted.

Bertha pushed the dildo all the way in. She ground her hips. She gyrated her lower torso. She used the head and the shaft of the bogus boner to stretch the inner lips and inner walls of Roberta Jean Richardson's cunt in every possible direction. The dildo was so thick that Roberta Jean Richardson knew it was going to rub directly against her clit when Bertha began to fuck.

Bertha pulled out.

Pushed in.

Pulled out.

Pushed in.

Roberta Jean began to work her hips in sync with Bertha's fucking motion. Roberta Jean Richardson pushed up with her femininely sloped loins each and every time Bertha stabbed down with hers. The buxom and long-legged blonde bombshell wanted each and every penetration to be as harsh as possible. The redheaded and large-breasted bar brawler began to come. The evil and thoroughly sadistic blonde woman came a second time. The evil and thoroughly sadistic blonde woman came a third time. The heavily-muscled and mean-tempered female was pleased to find that each come was longer and more intense than the one before. Roberta Jean stopped counting after her third come. She thought that numbers no longer mattered. Roberta Jean figured that only the intensity of her sensations mattered.

In retrospect, Roberta Jean realized that she probably would not have been able to count all of her comes even if she had been in the mood to try. Her comes were snapping off inside her cunt so closely to one another that they were becoming harder and harder to tell apart.

Indeed, Roberta Jean's deep-vaginal orgasms were becoming all but indistinguishable. It felt more like Roberta Jean was having one continuous orgasm rather than a bunch of shorter comes all strung closely together, which was actually the case.

"I can't stop coming!" Roberta Jean Richardson screamed.