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Tomboy: The Big Leagues

FEM Fighters Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 13

It was midnight before Kelly hurried into Jester Dorm. Preston and Forrest had proven further from campus than she’d thought. Her head still ached from that powerful backhand from Puma.

“Well hello, beautiful.”

“Sorry. No time,” Kelly said, clattering past him.

Kelly had answered Puritan’s call in a short skirt and stilettos. Chase liked it when she dressed sexy for classes. Okay, he wanted her in a dress and heels 24/7. So Kelly entered the dorm in a pink satin, strapless corset, white pleaded mini-skirt, and pink stilettos. A short white bolero jacket helped to make it acceptable classroom attire, at least in her mind.

That outfit earned her a lot of attention all day, and multiple come-ons. She prayed this guy was the last of a long, trying day.

“I just want to – ”

“I know,” she interrupted. “But I have a boyfriend and I really don’t have time. I’m sorry.”

Gloriosa hadn’t answered her phone. Tomboy left a message. Now as Kelly again, her only thought was to log onto the FEM Fighter website and report Puritan’s, and Lone Star’s, capture by Vixen and Puma. She suspected the police would inform them, but she had to be sure they understood exactly how it all went down.

Hopefully Gloriosa would call back and they could talk about it.

Tonight was an unmitigated disaster!

Kelly never stopped walking. The guy gave up as she stepped around him and continued walking. What a relief! But then she entered the elevator lobby and found another problem – Lamar Winters.

“Hey, Kelly,” he said in his deep come-hither voice. He gave an appreciative look up and down. “Looking good, girl.”

Her belly clenched. Men she’d had sex with always took her breath away when she crossed paths with them. More often than not, they came onto her. They all wanted the same thing, her gasping underneath them in bed, impaled on their big cocks. It was never easy saying no, and she blamed her long, hard summer of submission for that.

“Hey, Lamar,” she whispered, and pressed the elevator call button three times. “I’d love to talk, but I have early classes tomorrow.”

That wasn’t a lie, and she just realized it. Kelly had classes and labs between 7 AM and noon on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. She purposely set it up like that to get Friday afternoons off every week. It was almost like having a three day weekend every week.

Lamar didn’t appear to care. He moved on her like a boss. She found herself backed against the elevator door, his face half an inch from hers, his hands stroking her hair, hips, and rump. The university’s star defensive end blitzed her, eager to sack the softball player. When she blocked his hands from her breasts, he went in for a kiss.

“You know I have a boyfriend,” she said, averting her face.

“A boyfriend who shares you with everyone, including me last Monday night.”

She froze. True. And now that she thought of it, why would he…

Lamar took advantage of her distraction. His hands squeezed her boobs through her corset. When her lips parted to gasp, he claimed them in a fierce kiss that sucked the strength out of her limbs. Kelly wanted to fight, but memories of fucking him Monday returned. Filled her head. Mostly, she remembered just how amazing his monster cock felt sliding in and out of her tight pussy.

The elevator dinged, and then the door opened. Kelly was leaning back against it, so fell inside. Lamar fell on top of her, between her now wide spread legs. He immediately started to hump and grind his hard bulge against her sex.

Her insides erupted with butterflies, her pussy suddenly a hot, tingling knot. Kelly tried to regain control of her mind and libido, but her body had another idea. She ground her pussy against his bulge as her legs wrapped around Lamar. Like he said, Chase gave her to him Monday, just three days earlier. Hell, the whole experience was kind of a blur, but she knew she’d either sucked or fucked ten guys, not counting the gangbang. And not counting the four (or was it five?) times she and Carrie put on sex shows for them.

Lamar reached under her skirt, seized her thongs, and ripped them off. Then he thrust two fingers into her, starting to finger fuck her. And it felt AMAZING.

“Oh!” a girl cried. “What the fuck?”

Kelly’s eyes fluttered open. She realized two things right off. She and Lamar lay only half inside the elevator, so the doors couldn’t close. And three coeds were staring at them with their hands over their mouths. Then a guy showed up to stare with excitement.

“Is that Lamar Winters?” the guy asked. “Oh my God, it is. And he’s nailing some blonde bimbo like the boss that he is!”

“Shut up, Carl,” one of the coeds snapped. “This is so wrong.”

“No, man, this is so right,” Carl said. “Winters is coming!”

Lamar and Kelly paused, looking at each other. She spoke first.

“That is kinda funny. Winters is coming.”

“Not yet,” he said, and thrust into her.

“Uggh! Oooooh, fuck me,” she cried.

“Make them stop,” a coed shouted. “This isn’t a brothel.”

Lamar swept Kelly up, rose up to his knees while remaining deep inside her, and reached back to push the button to their floor. He shifted all the way into the elevator, and the doors closed. And then Lamar held her tight, while forcing her to slide up and down his long, thick shaft. Kelly gasped and cried out, kicking her feet while holding him tightly around the neck.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.”

The elevator dinged. The door opened onto their floor. Lamar kept fucking her. So the door closed and the elevator car began descending. Kelly closed her eyes, head rolling around. She squeezed her vagina around his dick, intensifying the pleasure for them both. She felt her insides changing, getting hotter, mushier, and the most amazing sensations rippled out from her sex to every corner of her shapely body.

Ding.

“Oh my God, they’re still in there fucking!” a coed cried.

Carl reached in, pressed every button, and stepped back out. The doors closed, and the car rose up. Lamar took the opportunity to flip Kelly over to all fours, grabbed her long hair, and yanked as he plowed into her from behind.

“Fuck me!” she cried. “Oh yes. Yes. Fuck me!”

The elevator stopped at every single floor, while Lamar reamed her out with enthusiasm. Kelly gasped and grunted, while bucking and writhing in abject pleasure. He pushed her closer and closer. And then…

“Fuck yes,” Lamar cried, filling her womb up with hot cum.

“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

The football player started slamming in it hard and fast. His hips slapped loudly against her sweaty butt cheeks. Kelly clawed at the floor, eyes rolled up as she reveled in the glory of it all. And then it happened. That heady rush to climax consumed her loins, rising up to the very peak.

“Aaagggh! Oh baby, yes,” she cried, insides exploding with Nirvana.

The elevator dinged, doors opening. She looked up over her shoulder.

“My floor,” she whispered breathlessly.

“Let’s get in bed and do this again,” he said.

“Okay.”

Lamar slowly pulled out, tucked his cock away, and then helped Kelly to stand. She leaned into him as they exited the elevator and headed for her room. She noticed the light under Carrie’s door. And then, when she unlocked her room, Carrie’s door opened and the beautiful brunette stepped out in nothing but a collar, garter belt, hose, and stiletto pumps.

“Having fun, Kelly?” Carrie asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Yes. I am.”

“Maybe you’d like to join Chase and I,” she said. Carrie gave Lamar a hostile look. “I think you’d be more comfortable in your own bed, big guy.”

“Sorry, I would rather be with my boyfriend,” Kelly said.

Lamar scowled at them, but left. Kelly watched him go.

“Do you think he’s angry with me now?”

“Yes,” Carrie said. She grinned. “So he’ll angry fuck you next time, which might be even better.”

Kelly’s spirits lifted as she followed Carrie into her girlfriend’s room. Chase waited, naked and ready to play. All other concerns and needs vanished, as the blonde focused on her man.