Hit her harder!

CHAPTER SIX

Sheree could feel the explosions of in orgasm starting at her clitoris, naturally enough, then spreading outward from there.

The diminutive brunette could feel the pleasure spreading downward into her inner thighs, were the flesh was hot.

The prone little lady was jerking wildly on the backseat of Harvey's LTD as he rapidly diddled her clit.

Sheree could feel the pleasure spreading upward into her femininely sloped loins. Her cries were shrill.

The brunette's exclamations of pleasure were so high in pitch that the human ear could not hear them properly.

The small woman's cries were so shrill that only a stray dog could have heard them – a stray that might have been wandering around Sex Hill at that moment.

Sheree could feel the pleasure of her fantastic come spreading outward from her clit in ever mounting concentric circles.

The brunette could tell that her pleasure was not going to stop spreading until each and every one of her nerve-endings were going berserk with the joy.

Sheree could tell that the pleasure of her sexual release was not going to stop spreading until she was completely and unadulteratedly enveloped by it.

The brunette could feel every muscle in her body tensing. She was bouncing up and down on her ass cheeks.

Sheree could feel the pleasure exploding right into her brain. Her mouth fell open with her physical joy.

The brunette had her mouth open at that moment every bit as far as she had when she was sucking Harvey's cock.

Sheree's tongue was flopping berserkly in and out of her mouth as she writhed and bucked with her come.

The brunette looked as if she were about to have some sort of epileptic seizure at that intensely sexy moment.

Harvey would not have been surprised if foam had come pouring out of Sheree's mouth at that point – or out of her bleeding cunt, for that matter.

The little woman had the strange and wonderful sensation that she was becoming weightless with her joy.

Sheree felt as if she were floating around in outer space, like a lady astronaut out on a tethered space walk.

The diminutive brunette felt as if she were levitating inside the car – outside the car. She could no longer feel her back against the backseat.

Sheree was pressing downward against the imitation leather backs at of the LTD with the back of her head.

The brunette was also pressing downward with the balls of her feet. Her ass cheeks were tensed tightly.

Sheree was pressing her buttocks together as tightly as she could get them, and pushed upward with her loins.

The brunette was arching her back sharply, making herself look like a bow that was ready to shoot an arrow.

Sheree was pushing her loins upward as if she were pretending in her mind that her cunt was being fucked.

This – as a matter of fact – was the truth. Sheree WAS pretending that her cunt was being plowed by a cock.

The diminutive brunette was pretending that she was getting royally screwed up the poontang by Harvey.

By Harvey's rock-hard cock meat!

Sheree could feel her sense of time being so shattered by her pleasure that she thought her come would go on forever.

But, as everyone knows, all good things must come to an end – and the same is true of even the most intense of clitoral orgasms.

Sheree was shocked to find that her come ended every bit as abruptly as it had begun. She collapsed back onto the seat.

Harvey pulled his finger off of her cut the second her orgasm was through, since he was smart enough and sexually experienced enough, to know that her clit would be too sensitive to even be touched during those precious first few seconds following her orgasm.

He pulled his finger out of her pants and grabbed the rag on the floor in front of the backseat with his free hand.

He wiped his finger clean.

It was at that moment that Roberta Jean's car pulled up alongside Harvey's LTD. Harvey took one look out the window, saw Roberta Jean and Bertha and knew that he and Sheree were in BIG trouble!

"All right! It's time to kick some ass!" Roberta Jean screamed.

Roberta Jean Richardson was already out of the car.

Sheree heard Roberta Jean's voice, and she could feel the blood draining out of her face, making her turn pale.

Sheree felt dizzy.

"It's Roberta Jean and Bertha," Harvey said. Sheree could hear the panic in his voice. Harvey sounded hysterical.

Sheree could tell that Harvey was every bit as afraid of his ex-girlfriend as she was. This was not a good sign.

"What are we going to do?" Sheree inquired urgently.

"Quick, lock the doors. I'll get in the front seat and try to get the car started," Harvey said, his voice sounding as if he were about to burst into tears.

Roberta Jean grabbed a baseball bat, a Louisville Slugger, out of the backseat of her own automobile.

"What the fuck are you going to do with that?" Bertha asked.

"I'm going to smash!" Roberta Jean Richardson said, sounding like The Hulk, the one in the comic books.

"Don't do that! You will kill them," Bertha said.

"Shit, I ain't going to use it on their heads," the blonde said.

"What are you going to use it on?" the tattooed woman asked.

"I'm going to smash the windows of the car," Roberta Jean said.

"Why?" Bertha said. Everyone was screaming with excitement.

"So we can get the fuck in and get at them!" Roberta Jean said.

"Right," Bertha said, nodding her head with agreement.

Roberta Jean Richardson ran up to Harvey's LTD and swung the baseball bat as hard as she could at the driver's window.

She swung right-handed, and with great force. If she had actually been playing baseball she sure as shootin' would have hit a home run with that nasty swing.

Crash!

The window shattered.

Roberta Jean reached in and unlocked the door.

She opened the door and pulled Harvey right out onto the dirt, almost pulling his arm out of its socket in the process.

"You going to help me or am I in this fight by myself?" Roberta Jean Richardson screamed at Bertha.

"I'm with you, I'm with you," Bertha said, her fists clenched tightly at her sides.

"Take care of that little prissy bitch in the back then!"

"Right."

Sheree was trying to scramble put the other side of the car, but she was too slow, still groggy with her post-orgasmic afterglow.

Bertha grabbed Sheree by the back of her pants and pulled her out of the car.

Roberta Jean rolled Harvey over onto his back in the dirt and began to punch his face mercilessly. Roberta Jean Richardson broke Harvey's nose with the first punch, and blood began to spill from both of his nostrils.

The buxom and long-legged blonde bombshell blackened both of Harvey's eyes with a right and left combination. Harvey tried like hell to wriggle free, but it was no use. Harvey knew that Roberta Jean Richardson was tough, but he had never suspected that she was this tough. Harvey realized that there was a hell of a lot of truth in the old axiom: "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!"

The redheaded and large-breasted bar brawler punched Harvey right in the mouth. She split his lower lip.

The evil and thoroughly sadistic blonde woman punched Harvey in the mouth once again. Harvey felt something in his mouth rattling around, feeling like a piece of hambone.

Harvey realized that this was one of his teeth he was feeling.

The heavily-muscled and mean-tempered female continued to punch her ex-boyfriend in the face until his kisser was a bloody pulp.

Harvey was unconscious.

Barely breathing.

Bertha grabbed the front of Sheree's shirt and pulled as hard as she could. The buttons popped off.

Bertha then grabbed each of Sheree's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and twisted as hard as she could.

Tears began to stream down the little girl's face.

Sheree's face was soon stained by the tracks of her tears.

Then Bertha began to beat Sheree's face just as Roberta Jean had beaten Harvey's face a few seconds before.

Harvey's gurgled a little.

Roberta Jean Richardson punched him again and he stopped gurgling.

Harvey's face looked like a thoroughly blood-soaked sponge.

It wasn't going to be long, Roberta Jean Richardson could tell with delight, before Sheree's face was in the same condition. Bertha was doing a fine job punching out the diminutive brunette, as far as Roberta Jean Richardson was concerned.

Sheree's nose was smashed. Her lips were swollen and already starting to turn an ugly purple color. Her eyes were blackened.

The little girl's front teeth had been pushed inward by one of the ham-fisted lesbian's savage blows.

Sheree's screams stopped. She passed out from the pain.

Bertha stood.

Blood dripped from Bertha's knuckles. Bertha wiped her knuckles on the seat of her own pants, just to make sure that the blood was Sheree's and not her own.

Bertha would have been ashamed of herself if she had busted up one of her hands punching out a little pipsqueak like Sheree Messmer.

"Well done!" Roberta Jean Richardson said with a smile.

The buxom and long-legged blonde bombshell kicked her ex-boyfriend in the side hard, and both Roberta Jean and Bertha could hear a snapping sound. Roberta Jean Richardson correctly assumed that this sound was the snapping of one of Harvey's ribs.

"I think we had better get the hell out of here," Bertha said.

"Right. What's the best way out of town?" Roberta Jean asked.

"To avoid the cops?"

"Yeah."

"Take South Road east to the end and then take Bowerman Road as far as Garbut. We can get on Interstate 17 there and be home free."