Christmas Surprise (M/F)

Christmas has been a little weird since I married Lena; she's German, and I still find it odd when she leaves her shoes out for Santa to fill with oranges. This year, at least, I knew she'd be happy with what I got her - a new bike, with no expense spared. She figured it out pretty quickly - she does all the finances and couldn't miss the charge - and in return she started sending me flirty emails about my own Christmas surprise. At first it was just her usual dirty talk where she promised I would be "doing a lot of big cumms" and stuff, but when she started dropping hints about wrestling, well, it got to be all I could think about.
I had a vision of Lena facing off with another woman; Lena would be wearing her silk sea-green nightgown, showing off her elegant, toned legs, her brown hair in that long braid she sometimes sported, reaching down just to the middle of her back; at five eight she'd probably be taller than her opponent, and with how much she loved bike riding probably in better shape as well. Her heart-shaped face would have just a few strands of hair hanging down loose, and her arresting green eyes would be locked on - who? Maybe her friend Laci, a heavy-set blonde.
Or - what if it was me wrestling Lena?! She knew I was into it but she'd demurred more than just some light tussling so far. Would that be better? I couldn't decide which one I wanted more; all I knew was that I couldn't wait.
When Christmas rolled around, Lena opened her bike and almost crushed me with a bearhug; then we downed some eggnog and rum. She lead me to the living room, where the thick rug had been cleared of furniture. Lena told me to close my eyes and pulled my clothes off until I was wearing only my green silk reindeer boxer shorts, which were in danger of having a hole ripped in them; I heard her leave and come back, and I opened my eyes to behold my Christmas gift.
My jaw dropped as I saw what she was wearing: A full Santa costume, complete with fake beard and big fake gut. This wasn't some kind of sexy santa thing; barely any of her skin was showing under the big fluffy red and white shirt, pants, gloves, boots, and hat she was wearing. She made it worse by putting on a fake deep voice and grumbling "Santa is going to get your MILK, little boy!"
"What is this?!" I yelled, backing away, hands up to ward her off. She came on, still doing her deep voice as she commanded me to "Come sit on Santa's lap!" I ran out of space to back up and with a chuckle she charged. She was quick, and she came in and wrapped her arms around my stomach, lifting me up in a bearhug. Her itchy fake beard pressed into my bare stomach and I rained blows down on her. With a grunt she turned and threw me hard to the thick carpet. I landed on my chest, knocking the wind out of me. I felt her grabbing my underwear and she pulled it down with a hearty laugh. I managed to roll away and get to my feet as she put my underwear up to her nose and took a long sniff.
Too long a sniff - I charged her and tackled her with a bit more force than I had intended, taking her down to the ground hard. Her hat fell off as we struggled; I was trying to undo her shirt, but she brought my up short my snapping her legs shut around my midsection. She started squeezing and doing a creepy old man laugh; I'm not sure which was worse. I tried to pry her legs apart, uselessly; her years of bike-riding had given her incredible strength, and there was no way I could bend that steel. Running out of options, I reached into her massively too big shirt and started tickling her armpits.
This worked, and her legs came apart as she shrieked with laughter, trying to grab my hands. I pressed my advantage right up until she managed to gasp "Stop, I'm going to pee!"

Nobody wanted that, so I backed off; she got up to her feet and took a minute to recover. She slipped back into character, shaking her finger at me and telling me I was a naughty boy. I really wanted to get her fake beard off and tried to fake her out, making like I was going to grab at the hem of her shirt, then pulling her beard. I managed to fool her long enough to get a grip on the beard, but I ran into trouble when I couldn't get it off quickly enough; it seemed to have gotten snarled in the back with her real hair, and it didn't help that I couldn't see what I was doing back there. I guess I got too involved in my work as Lena sucker punched me in the stomach.
I don't think she hit me nearly as hard as she could have - this seemed more like a move to make me back off - but the sheer surprise left me defenseless, and it was all I could do not to fall down as I took a step back, instinctively covering my gut.
"You're being very naughty," she scolded as I took a deep breath. I went for my own stomach punch, but my fist sunk harmlessly into the padding I had forgotten she had under the Santa shirt. She attacked, quickly pushing me down to the carpet. She laid on top of me, leaning down to kiss me. She forced her tongue into my mouth as I tried to force her off me. In the blind struggle I managed to grab the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up. Its bagginess worked against Lena as I was able to pull it high enough to both trap her arms and blind her; the pillow she'd stuffed under it fell out, and her tits popped free as she wasn't wearing anything under the shirt. Lena fell off me with a muffled curse, still struggling to liberate her arms.

I figured I was still owed a shot at her stomach and I lined up a punch; I pulled it considerably, but it had enough force to make Lena curl up on her side. She finally managed to get the shirt off and I let her roll over and get to her feet.
My wife looked very weird with her bushy fake beard laying over her sweat-covered breasts. Her mittens had come off with the shirt, leaving her wearing just pants and boots; her pants were my next target as we closed, but I guess this was too obvious as she gracefully sidestepped my attempt to grapple with her and kicked my right knee out. I dropped into a kneel, barely managing to avoid getting dumped on my back, but that didn't last long as Lena came in, planted her boot on my chest, and pushed me down to the rug. She dropped her ass into my midsection, stunning me; I couldn't stop her from grabbing my wrists, pinning them over my head as she leaned over me. She kissed me, the fake beard tickling my chin as her tongue darted into my mouth.
After a little making out she broke the kiss, scooting up and forcing her tits into my face; I tried to get my mouth on them, but I could only manage some frantic licks and the occasional second of a nipple in my mouth as she slapped me with her sweaty boobs. Then she settled into a smother, locking my face between her melons and holding it there.
Luckily for me she'd moved so that her butt was no longer firmly planted on my stomach; I waited for the right moment and managed to toss her off me with a single heave. Lena yelled in surprise as she was dethroned, landing on the floor on her left side. I rolled away from her greedily gulping in air. I tried to get up, but I'd only made it to my hands and knees when Lena came up behind me and grabbed my cock. I froze and her other hand wrapped around my balls. I couldn't help moaning into the rug as Lena started stroking me, her hand making slow, steady pumps.
As if I wasn't in enough trouble, I felt my wife's rough beard brushing against the back of my thighs a split second before she started rimming me. Her tongue flicked around my asshole, and I made a frantic escape attempt, lifting up my right leg to push her away. This just gave her better access and she picked up the pace with her hand, pumping me quickly as her tongue pressed into my ass.
It was now or never and I managed to push my leg back enough to back her away. She let go of me with a frustrated grunt, but I barely had time to roll over onto my back before she was on me again. She came up between my legs, her left hand pressing into my stomach, her right hand gripping my rod. She started pumping my shaft, staring into my eyes and barking "Give me your cock milk!" I considered it; looking up at her, magnificent chest on display, covered in sweat, staring down at me, it was hard to resist.
But I did, and I'm going to attribute it to that god-damned beard. I sat up, Lena trying without success to push me back down with one hand; she lost her dick grip as I got to my knees, putting us face to face. I grabbed the beard and pulled. I used it to yank her head around, finally letting out a shout of success as it came off her with a loud rip.
I'd pulled so hard and the beard breaking was so surprising that my momentum ended up carrying me to the ground, landing hard on my back. Lena was still dizzy from her head being pulled around; we both slowly got to our feet, winded.
We circled each other cautiously, hands out in front of our bodies, watching the other for any move - until I, not looking where I was going, stepped on the pillow that had fallen out of Lena's shirt. My foot went out from under me and despite windmilling my arms I lost my balance and fell over. I managed to get to my knees but Lena had slipped behind me, trapping me in a full nelson before I could react. I tried to bend over and throw her over my back, but I found she was stronger than me as she pulled me up to my feet. She marched me over to the big mahogany table in the middle of the room and bent me over it, switching to a half nelson with just her left arm. Her free right hand went between my legs, stopping to caress my balls before her index finger and thumb made a circle over the tip of my rod. She started jerking me off with just two fingers, occasionally rubbing her thumb over the head, now slick with pre-cum.
I couldn't do much to stop her; my right arm was free, but I couldn't reach far enough back to do anything, and she had enough leverage to keep me from trying to get up with just her left arm. Just when I was sure I was done for, she started edging me; she kept me just a hair from cumming until I found myself making whining moans, trying to fuck her hand for more sensation.
I almost cried as she released my dick.
"You've been naughty," she purred, thankfully dropping the creepy old man voice. She started spanking me - not hard, just enough to let me know who was in charge. After a few smacks she leaned in and asked "Too hard?" I shook my head no and she went back to work, stopping every few spanks to reach between my legs and give my achingly hard shaft a few strokes. She spanked me until my butt started turning red; then she got behind me and announced that it was time for my stocking to get a piece of coal. I had no idea what this meant until I felt her thin index finger pushing against my asshole.
Her right hand worked on my cock as the other reamed my ass. She was done teasing me and looking to finish me off; I was so close I lasted maybe thirty seconds before cumming, gripping the table for dear life as she milked my cock with long, twisting strokes. I shot a huge load, rope after rope of cum splattering on the carpet and her hands as she emptied me completely.

When I finally regained enough strength to move, I managed to lower myself to the rug, careful not to lay in my jizz pool as I flopped onto my back. Lena leaned down next to me, darting in for a quick kiss and ruffling my hair.
"Well, what did you think?"
"Great," I managed. I took a deep breath and sat up, pulling myself across the rug to where the fake beard landed. I pulled it on as Lena watched in amused puzzlement. "Now I'm Santa."
"Oh, are you?" she giggled. "I can see your candy cane, Santa."
"Never mind that. What would you like for Christmas, little girl?"
"Who, me? Why... I'd like to get my pussy sucked, of course."
I smiled through the beard, then had her lay down on the carpet. I slithered between her legs, spreading her thighs apart, my soft cock stirring as I got a face full of her musk. I teased her, blowing on her pussy, then  pulling her lips apart and flicking my tongue up and down her entrance.
"Not the beard!" she squealed. "It tickles!" I ripped it off and threw it over my shoulder. I couldn't help myself and dived in, lapping up her juices. I turned my head to the side, gripping her hips with my left hand, playing with her clit with the right. Lena held on to the carpet as I darted my tongue in and out, then leaned forward and buried it, madly licking and slurping on her cunt. My cock was uncomfortably hard, pressing into the rug as I ate her. Lena's hips bucked against me as she neared her climax, going over the edge and letting loose with a loud wail of ecstasy. I made sure she finished strong, tongue-fucking her as she climaxed, her waist coming off the rug, legs wrapping around my head.

She came down, laying limp on the rug. I took a break to wipe my face on the discarded red Santa pants laying nearby. Lena leaned up, hungrily eyeing my hard cock. She smiled at me as I turned towards her and declared "Santa's got one more present to put in your stocking."
I crawled over to her and slid on top, getting into missionary position. (This might not sound that thrilling, but we barely ever did it; it gave me too much sensation and Lena too little, and although she told me she didn't mind, I always felt bad cumming too soon.) Lena guided me in, sighing with pleasure as I pushed into her. I managed exactly one stroke before she reached up and hugged me, pulling me down so we were face to face. Her eyes locked on to mine as she started telling me how bad she wanted me to fuck her. I obliged, going for short, slow strokes, only coming half out before pistoning back in. I had gotten so hard eating her pussy that just a few minutes of fucking had me coming close to the edge. My thrusts picked up speed and Lena started panting that she wanted me to cum. I kept pumping her, passing the point of no return, groaning into her ear that I couldn't take it anymore. She pleaded with me to shoot my load in her and I couldn't help but oblige, her name spilling out of my lips as I spurted into her warm pussy, pounding her cunt as I climaxed.

Then, finished, I collapsed on top of her. We both lay still for a minute. I listened to her breathe as she gently clenched and released. I managed to summon up enough energy to roll off her and we both lay on the carpet, looking up at the ceiling. Lena reached over and grabbed my hand; she gave it a squeeze and I turned my head enough to see her smiling at me. leaned over and kissed her cheek.
"Merry Christmas."

Cougars vs Teens Tournament (M/F)

Last weekend after the heat wave finally snapped, the third cougar vs teen tournament of the summer took place. The rules are simple: Matches go to climax or submission (make your opponent orgasm or give up). It's four teen boys versus four moms. You have to enter as a pair, although the tournament is set up so that you'll only end up wrestling your own mom if you both make it to the final match - needless to say, this is usually something of a big deal when it happens. If too many cougars or too many boys lose their matches, the tournament's over early, and the losing team gets slapped with a big punishment - last time this happened to me, we spent the whole rest of the day mowing Mrs. Martinez's lawn and cleaning her pool while the victorious moms lounged around making us get them drinks and rub them down with suntan lotion. (I have no idea what we'd do if too many teen boys won; I don't know if this had ever even happened and certainly had myself never been on a team where this occurred.) Whichever teen did the best was awarded a speedo, which was a mark of pride you could wear the rest of the summer. And of course, being horny teenage boys, even if you didn't win anything, it was a much more exciting day than playing Halo or Call of Duty. This tournament was taking place at Jennifer O'Brien's house out by the pool. Both teams had a cluster of deck chairs at either end of a blue athletic mat (which was laying on top of the bare concrete of the poolside).

This particular tournament kicked off with my mom, Emily, up against Matt. (I'll be referring to her interchangeably, although it feels a little weird calling your mom by her first name.) Matt's a short dude, about 5'3" or so, wearing a black speedo, and with his hair buzzed into a short cut. He's Mexican and has pretty dark skin. He was already sweating, heat or nerves I couldn't tell. To be fair my mom looked unusually intimidating with a half foot on Matt at 5'9", although the effect was a little diminished because she's rather slim. Her light skin (she's naturally pretty pale and and had been wearing strong sunscreen all summer) was almost as white as her plain two piece bikini. Her black hair was set into a long braid that went down her left shoulder almost to her belly button. Her green eyes were fixed on Matt like a hunter on her prey.

Right from the word go Matt was moving his feet, darting in to test Mom's guard. He came too close and tried to pull back, and she quickly reached out and slapped him hard across the face. He was stunned long enough for her to sock him in the stomach, then she put her hands on his shoulders and started kneeing him in the gut. Matt took three of these, then she pushed him and he fell to the mats on his back. As he covered his stomach and groaned Mom took a lap around him, doing muscle poses as the other moms applauded and we all urged Matt to get up. Mom backed off and let him get to his feet. They came together again, and Emily lashed out with her foot, kicking Matt hard in the side of the head. He went down to one knee trying to clear the cobwebs and she came up behind him, bending down and locking on a sleeper hold. Matt got to his feet, kicking and trying to get away. She left his legs free to let him wear himself out, but I think he outsmarted her as he lifted one leg straight up and stomped down on the top of my mom's bare foot. She screamed and pushed him away from her. He turned to face her and charged in, but I guess this was his mistake as he barely had time to catch a breath after getting free and Emily didn't seem to be as stunned as he was hoping. She gave him a Big Boot, which is a fancy way of saying she kicked him in the face, and he went down hard on his back. Mom stomped on his stomach a few times, seeming pissed off, then took a second to breathe. Matt was laying on the mat groaning and despite our encouragement it didn't look like he was getting up any time soon. Mom reached down and pulled his speedos off to the amusement of her team and threw them to Matt's mom. Matt had just rolled over and started getting up and Emily pulled him up to his feet, then slammed him back to the mat with a DDT. She rolled him on to his side and got him in a surfboard, pushing her right foot into his back, pulling on his left leg and right arm with her hands. With her long legs this looked pretty painful, and I felt bad for Matt, bare-ass naked, screaming as Mom pushed his body into a generous curve.

Instead of just pushing as hard as she could, it looked like she was trying to wear him out, easing up on the pressure slightly, then going back to maximum extension. She kept flexing him like this for a few minutes and it seemed like she had succeeded in wearing Matt out. When she released him he flopped to the mat on his face. Mom wasn't done with him yet and got an even nastier hold on him. She slapped him in I guess what you'd call a camel clutch variant. Basically she laid down on her back so that she was side by side with Matt, with her feet by his head and vice versa. She reached forward and grabbed his arms, pulling them straight back and pulling his upper body off the mat, then planted her feet in the middle of his back and pulled. This looked even nastier than the bow and arrow, and instead of flexing and wearing him down, she just pulled as hard as she could. Poor Matt, covered in sweat and red-faced, couldn't even kick his legs. It was pretty clear the match was over, but it's bad form to submit until your opponent is done with you, and Matt suffered in this hold until he was released. Barely had he had time to catch a breath than Emily had come up to him and rolled him onto his chest. She ordered him to get on his hands and knees, giving his butt a loud slap to drive the point home. Matt, groaning, got on all fours. She got down on her knees behind him, banging her hips into his butt like she was buttfucking him a few times as her fellow moms cheered her on. Having made her point she pushed Matt's thighs apart, then reached in between his legs, one hand playing with his balls as the other teased his five-inch cock to full length and then started jerking him off. Matt's thighs started shaking a little as she was really going at him, having humiliated him and just looking to put the frosting on the cake by making him cum. It didn't take long, and just before he popped off she took her hand off his nuts and cupped it under the head of his dick, catching some of his cum as she drove him over the edge. Matt had no chance to enjoy the afterglow as mom rolled him onto his stomach, wiping his own cum all over his face. She took a quick victory lap as me and the two other guys got up and dragged Matt back to our area, laying him out on a lawn chair like a casualty. One match down.

The second match of the day was Jim (Jennifer's son) - versus Linda (Rob's mom). This at least seemed a little more evenly matched; Jim's 5'7" to Linda's 5'6", although he had a definite weight advantage. Jim's fairly solidly built and probably in the best shape out of everyone (Matt and me are a little scrawny and Rob's a big slice of beef). He had on a white thong speedo doing very little to hide his big cock. His brown hair was loose down to his jaw, probably not the best haircut when you're wrestling MILFs who won't hesitate to pull on it.

His opponent, Linda, is a beautiful blonde, probably the hottest member of the cougar team (sorry, mom). She's a bombshell, 5'6" of tanned, toned, lean muscle with curves in all the right places, and today her 36C's were ably assisted by the bright red one-piece that looked like it had been painted on her. Her long blonde hair was piled on top of her head in a loose bun with several strands already falling from it. She's got blue eyes and big, pouty lips that were currently curved into a beguiling smile she was aiming at Jim. He looked calm, but it was hard to miss the tent he was already pitching as the match started.

Jim was off to a bad start right away as he foolishly put his hands up offering a collar and elbow to Linda. I have no idea what he was thinking and winced in sympathetic pain as his opponent instead reached through his hands and gave him a double nip twist. Jim yelped but managed to grab her wrists. With his hands occupied, Linda launched a follow up knee between the legs. Jim released her arms and dropped to his knees, and it already looked like he was in deep shit. Linda took a step forward, reaching down and pulling his arms straight up over his head, and locked in a standing headscissors. She held Jim like this for just a minute before he got his legs under him, and seeing his escape attempt coming she released the scissors. She still held on to his wrists and smoothy swung to his side, stomping down on his back and knocking him to the mat. She left her foot on his back and got behind him and started pulling up on his arms as she pressed down with her foot. Like her previous hold, she only kept this on to tire Jim out until he started gathering himself to escape. She released his arms, helping him up to his feet, then came around to his front and nailed him with a DDT.

This left Jim laying spread-eagled on the ground. Linda bent down and slid his speedo off, tossing it to his mom for safekeeping. Linda spared Jim a look and seeing him still laying on his back decided to show off a little.

She rolled Jim on to his stomach and pulled him up to his hands and feet. I was worried she was going to finish him off the way Mom had put away Matt, but it didn't seem like Linda to repeat a spot, and indeed she proceeded to sit on his back, then reached behind her and started slapping his butt, riding him around like a pony.

This got a big reaction from her teammates, but Linda had underestimated the sheer energy of a teenage boy and his hormones, and with a scream of surprise she was hefted into the air on Jim's shoulders as he stood up. He threw himself backwards onto the mat, giving Linda an electric chair drop that left her stunned on the ground. Jim quickly flipped Linda onto her chest and sat down on her back. He pulled her upper body off the mat like he was going for a camel clutch, but once her arms were tucked away behind his knees, instead of pulling on her chin he reached into her suit and started playing with her tits.

I was on my feet cheering at this, not just because it was basically the first real big offense our team had gotten, but also because I'd seen Linda wrestle a few times before and her big weakness seemed to be her libido - she enjoyed tussling with and dominating teen boys so much that she sometimes was more focused on enjoying herself than nailing down the match, and I guess Jim had noticed it too, or maybe he just wanted to get his hands on her chest (can't blame him if that was the case). Jim had thoughtfully pointed Linda at where we were all sitting, so our team got a great view of him feeling her up. Linda let her head droop, not even trying to escape the hold, her legs kicking weakly as Jim tweaked and teased her nipples. He managed to work Linda up pretty good, but he couldn't finish her off like this, so he reluctantly released her after a couple minutes. Linda didn't get up and he rolled her on to her back, then reached down to pull the straps on her suit down. Instead, Linda's hand darted up and she poked him in the eyes. Jim took a stumbling step back holding his face and turned away from Linda. She got up to her knees and came up behind him, reaching between his legs and grabbing his cock with one hand and his balls with the other. Jim had worked up a fairly impressive hardon while massaging Linda's chest, and she started giving him an expert handjob. From where I was sitting I could tell she was making sure he didn't cum too fast, sometimes stopping to pinch the head of his dick before she went back to stroking it, and at times using just her index finger and thumb to make a ring around his cock.

I'm sure she could have finished him off right here - with her controlling grip, he couldn't make any kind of move to escape without getting both his dick and balls squeezed - but Linda wanted to toy with him some more and she gently guided him down to his knees, then came around to his side and pushed him down onto his back. She told him not to move and took down the straps on her suit, peeling the top down to her stomach and revealing her amazing tits. She ran her hands over them and then laid on top of Jim, pushing her tanned boobs together and fitting them over his nose and mouth. She moved her hips so that the tip of his cock was pressing up against her cunt, with only a thin strip of material keeping the two apart. Had it gone in, Jim was definitely a goner. Luckily for our team but I guess unluckily for him, it looked like Linda was still bent on dominating and embarrassing him as she worked the tit smother, taunting him about how he'd never get to fuck her while she rubbed her lycra-covered pussy up and down his dick.

Jim was in a very bad spot here, but I guess it could have been worse; if Linda had closed her thighs around his dick, she probably could have finished him off then and there. I guess she was planning on finishing him off with a cowgirl, but she gave him too long to recover and counted too much on her rubbing her pussy against him to keep him immobilized. Linda emitted a surprised shriek as Jim threw her off him. Jim got up to his knees, but Linda seemed stunned and was slow to recover and was still on her back. Jim sat down on her stomach, pinned her wrists at her sides, and started licking and sucking on her tits. Linda bucked under him, but his weight advantage was telling and she couldn't escape. Jim flicked his tongue against her nipples, left then right, then took the whole thing into his mouth, left then right again. He trapped Linda's right arm under his thigh so he could use his left hand and started playing with whichever breast he wasn't currently sucking on, and then he reached behind him and started rubbing her pussy through her bathing suit. He kept this up until Linda was a sweating, moaning mess underneath him, and then it was time for the big finish.

Jim climbed off her slowly just in case she was playing possum again, but she didn't move, so he set about stripping her. When she still didn't move he rolled her on to her stomach and got behind her. He pulled her hips up, and it looked like he was about to get a great finish on her. Sure enough, he pushed into her from behind, and the deep groan he drew from Linda was as definite a sound of submission as I'd ever heard. Jim started fucking her, reaching straight ahead to grab a and handful of her long hair as he gave it to her. It looked like he pushed all the way in and started giving her short thrusts. This was probably the only way he could make Linda cum first - I can only chalk it up to the fact that he was able to pick the speed and depth of thrust that generated the most pleasure for her and least to him with the fact that Linda had seemed pretty hot and bothered by the match so far. (Jim hadn't lost his boner worshiping her tits, but he probably wasn't as ready to burst as he'd been earlier in the match when she was stroking his cock.) If there was any doubt that Linda had given up she reached back with one hand and started playing with her clit. After a few minutes Linda started bucking under Jim as she came,  and he just kept fucking her through her orgasm, although I guess the feeling of her clenching vagina as she shook under him was too much, and he started cumming too before she came down. With both of them climaxing at once he was giving her wild, spastic strokes, but he finished with one big one, hilting himself with a groan and almost falling over on top of her.

There was no need for a pin or anything like that, and Jim pulled out, helped Linda to her feet, and walked back over to where we were sitting to a standing ovation. Jim high fived Matt as me and Rob gave him appreciative backslaps (you usually don't do butt slaps when the other guy's totally naked). Rob asked Jim what his secret was, but I couldn't stick around to hear the answer as my match was up next, and my opponent was already walking out to the middle of the mats.

The third match was me versus Maria (Matt's mom). We had quite a show to follow and I was already sporting wood that my forest-green speedo thong was doing a particularly bad job of covering. I'm about 5'10", told I look like a beanpole, and had my hair buzzed for the summer like Matt, but it was already growing back into its customary unruly black mop. As for my opponent, well, Maria's got this whole sensual, earthy thing going that really works for me, and the high-backed Mexican flag one-piece wasn't exactly covering a lot of her. It was cut high on the hips showing off her big, beautiful bottom, and the front was scooped showing very deep brown cleavage. Maria's short like her son, but where he's a quick little slip of a guy his mom is more built like a tank. I guess she's the enforcer of the group, although it feels a little silly to call her that when she's 5'2". She had the biggest curves, with natural tits even bigger than Linda's that must have been at least 40DD, not to mention her previously noted tremendous ass that I'd wager a whole generation of young men had come to grief under. Maria has a very round face with big black eyes and full lips that usually wore a smile, and today was no different (it was a little strange having her aiming the same smile at me across the mat as she used when telling me and Matt that we should take a break from Halo 4 and go outside). Her long, black silky hair framed her face and came down almost to the top of her breasts, which were looking ready to spill out of her suit, which was probably a size too small now that I think about it. I guess I can't throw stones since I felt like I was going to rip my own suit with my pre-match wood.

I tried to shake these thoughts as the match started. There's not a lot of kicking or punching by the boys in these matches (nobody wants to punch someone's mom), but there is a lot of slapping from the cougar's team, and sure enough as soon as me and Maria got close she reached out and slapped me across the face. Taking a page from her son's playbook she then stomped on my bare left foot. I couldn't stop myself from flinching and that was all the opening she needed to step in and sock me in the gut. I took a stumbling step back and she put her shoulder down and tackled me. We both ended up on the mat with her on top of me, trying to grab my wrists and pin me down. I wasn't that stunned, though, and managed to throw her off me. We both got to our knees, facing each other warily. She grabbed for my nuts which I managed to block, but it turned out this was a feint as her other hand slapped me again. Once again I was stunned and she reached forward and twisted my nipples. I yelped in pain and she grabbed my head with both hands and slammed a headbutt into my face.

I went down on my back, stunned at the direction the match was going in. In a daze I saw Maria's huge ass coming at my face and I knew I'd never get out from under it alive. I scooted away from her and got to my feet groggily. Maria came at me wearing that same beguiling smile. I shook the cobwebs off and put my fists up. Before she came into range she stopped and lowered the straps on her suit, setting free her gigantic breasts. I was of course mesmerized, staring at her obviously real, slightly droopy tits, and couldn't move to defend myself as she just walked up to me and locked me in a bearhug.

Maria had wrapped my arms up next to my torso, and as soon as I realized what she had done I figured I was in big trouble. I couldn't move my arms at all. With her height, her big melons were mushrooming against my stomach, and pleasure mixed with pain as she squeezed me. I frantically tried pulling my wrists free with big, spastic pulls, but it was no use. My legs started trembling underneath me as I couldn't get a breath with Maria's arms crushing my midsection. I lifted my right leg and tried to knee her, but I couldn't get a good angle, and Maria looked up at me, wearing that same smile as I was helpless in her grip. Before I passed out she threw me down to the mat on my back. I was too tired and stunned to move as she kneeled between my legs, grabbing my cock through my suit. She started jerking me off, slowly, looking in my eyes the whole time. She placed her free hand on my stomach, pressing down slightly, a signal not to move or resist.

We have a few advantages over the cougars; one of them is sheer stamina, and another one is that they sometimes underestimate us. I was in heaven with the slow cock-stroking Maria was doing, but I still had some fight in me. I knew I would probably only get one chance - one wrong move and her free hand would be squeezing my balls or one of her fingers would be up my ass - and I laid back, closing my eyes and moaning like I was giving up. The cougars were whooping and cheering for Maria and I waited about ten seconds to hopefully lull her into thinking I was done (any longer than that and I risked losing the match if she made me cum).

With as much energy as I could summon up I sat up, grabbing her wrists quickly. Maria grunted in surprise, and I pulled her up to her feet, still holding her wrists, twisting them painfully. Maria groaned in pain, bending over forwards slightly to try and ease the pressure, and I had to dismiss my instincts (either to start laying kicks into her dangling tits or one up between her legs). I forced her down to her knees, switching grips so she was in a front facelock, and gave her a DDT.

Maria's head bounced off the mats with a rewardingly loud sound - there's not much padding on top of the concrete - and she came to rest on her stomach. She got up to her knees slowly, and I was there behind her, pressing my back into hers, reaching around and grabbing her tits. She moaned softly as I started kneading them. I was hoping to weaken her up in this hold, but she reached between her legs and grabbed my hard cock, locking it between her thighs. She started moving her hips back and forth and I knew I had to get out of this immediately or she'd make me cum. I pulled my hands off her chest and instead got a double hammerlock, pushing her down to the mat on her face. I released her right arm so I'd have my right hand free and grabbed a handful of her silky black hair, pulling it back to raise her head off the mat, then slammed her face into the ground. I gave her five or six of these and she stopped struggling, laying limp on the mat. I cautiously stripped her, and when she still didn't move I rolled her onto her stomach, holding her wrists to either side of her head. At this she came back to life and started bucking underneath me, but she was out of gas; her face was red and she was coated in sweat and couldn't summon up the strength to throw all 5'10" of me off. I let her wear herself out until she lay there panting with her eyes closed.

Then I went to work. I pinned both of her wrists over her head with my left hand, leaving my mouth and right hand free to attack her tits. I'd been dreaming about getting my hands (and lips, and tongue) on her globes for a long time, and the little bit I'd gotten to play with them earlier in the match had only whetted my appetite. I went at them with gusto, Maria moaning and groaning under me as I tweaked, teased, licked and sucked on her dark little nipples, but she didn't try to escape. I doubted I could finish her off like this, but I hoped I'd be able to fondle all the fight out of her just the same.

By the time I was finished with her boobs, they were both coated in spit and her nipples were as hard as bullets. Maria herself seemed to be in dreamland. I cautiously released her wrists, and when she didn't move, I laid down on top of her. I quickly shed my suit and positioned myself between her legs, probing her pussy with a finger; she was gushing. That was all the invitation I needed. I lined myself up and pushed into her. She let out a gasp, reaching up and wrapping her arms around my torso as I slid home. We were both pretty turned on and this wasn't something I had much experience with, but I did want Maria to come first out of some naive notion that she'd love this so much she'd want to do it all the time. Since we were doing missionary I attempted to set the pace, trying to copy Jim's technique of just doing short, deep, quick strokes, but Maria was bucking her hips back into me and I almost popped out a few times. It was only a minute or two before I couldn't take it anymore and started cumming into her, shooting my load deep into her pussy as I kept fucking her, her fingers digging into my back. I went as long as I could, even giving her a few strokes after I'd cum, until I had nothing left and collapsed on top of her sweaty body. We just lay there for a minute in each other's embrace before I had the energy to pull out and roll off her. I realized with a start I had no idea if I'd won; the match had whoever cum first as the loser and evidence of my climax was already dripping out of Maria's pussy as I helped her to her feet. But she raised my arm in victory and I got a nice hand from our team, who I gave a big bow to (only realizing at the sound of cheers and hoots from behind me that I'd accidentally mooned team cougar). Maria hugged me and I went back to our area to get cleaned up. I was walking on clouds; we were up 2-1. Maybe we could win this whole thing.

Last up in round 1 was Rob (Linda's son) versus Jennifer (Jim's mom). Rob's a big dude, probably 6'1" and 230 pounds at least. He's got long, lanky blonde hair, and his somewhat bovine expression hid a fairly good power wrestler. His opponent, our host, Mrs. Jennifer O'Brien, looked even shorter than her 5'4" and I'd guess 135 pounds standing across the mat from him. What I noticed immediately when looking at her was her very pale white skin, even whiter than my mom's, which made her look like a ghost who'd wandered outside during the day. It was already oily with strong sunscreen (a favorite technique the moms like to use to make them harder to grip). Her red, straight hair was styled in a sidebang kind of cut that draped over her shoulders and a little over the left side of her face, and she had a liberal dusting of freckles over her skin. In contrast to Linda's model-like looks, Jennifer looked more like the mom next door, with a very cute face that I thought it was a shame to hide behind a curtain of hair. Today she was wearing a metallic green one-piece that didn't exactly flatter her pert B-cups, but it was cut very high on the hips - almost as high as Maria's - and did show off her nice legs. Jennifer blew a lock of hair out of her face and nodded at Rob and the match was on.

Jennifer was fighting dirty from the get go. Rob came at her with his arms wide looking to grab her, and she went low, dodging under his grip, then getting a upward slap right on his balls (with the tiny little speedos we guys have to wear, you couldn't miss where his junk was located). Rob, of course, instinctively covered up his goods, and Jennifer quickly propped her right knee behind his left leg, then pushed as hard as she could. Rob fell straight back like a falling tree and hit with almost as much force (well, all right, maybe I'm exaggerating, but only a little). Before he could move Jennifer had yanked his speedos down to his knees, and he rolled on the mat, awkwardly trying both to sit up and pull his suit back up. He managed to get to a sitting position and Jennifer swooped in, giving him a really mean looking backhand to the face. Rob was stunned and Jennifer started laying chops into his chest like she was Ric Flair. Rob managed to withstand a bunch of these but after twelve or thirteen Jennifer managed to chop him onto his back. She sprang at him, pinning his wrists up by his head, and planting her pussy right on his nose and mouth. Poor Rob not only couldn't move his arms, but his speedo still had his legs stuck together, and he was having a very tough time trying to generate enough force to try and buck his opponent off him. Eventually he managed to get his feet planted flat on the mat and started trying to roll himself over, and Jennifer let him up before he could escape, with the front of her bottoms marked with a very hard to miss wet spot.

I hoped that Jennifer being turned on would distract her and give Rob a nice opening, but I guess it evened out as his seven incher was at full extension waving in the breeze as he reached down and finally pulled his suit all the way off. He had just managed to get to his feet when Jennifer attacked.

Rob stopping to remove his suit was all the opening Jennifer had needed and she circled around behind him, running at his back, and at the last second leaping in the air, using her momentum to hit Rob with a huge bulldog that laid him flat on his chest. Barely had the sound of the impact dissipated than Jennifer was on him, laying down next to him. She quickly scissored his arm and then locked him into a crossface.

I felt really bad for Rob; he was getting dominated by a woman he had almost a foot on, and from the sounds he was making she wasn't being gentle with him. Rob slapped the mat with his free hand, but the arm closest to Jennifer was locked between her legs, and with how hard she was pulling his face back he didn't seem to be able to get his feet in a position to push off the mat. When Jennifer released him he flopped to the ground, his eyes rolled back in his head and his tongue flopping out of his slack mouth. Jennifer brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and then climbed on Rob's back, and gave his ass a few squeezes and playful slaps. He started waking up, pushing his upper body off the ground and shaking his head. Jennifer noticed this and she turned to face his head. She grabbed his right wrist and pulled it up behind his back. She stood up, pulling Rob up to his feet by the hammerlock, wrenching it so high Rob had to bend over. With her free hand she reached between his legs, giving his balls a squeeze, then grabbing his cock and stroking it to attention. Rob made to lift his leg to try and kick her away and her hand quickly fell back to his balls, giving them a short, sharp, twisting pull that made him scream. She told him to just enjoy it or she'd rip his nuts off and then returned to beating his meat.

It was a pretty humbling site seeing big Rob bent over helpless as a woman who weighed 100 pounds less than him and was twice his age had her way with him, but you don't wrestle in many of these tournaments without seeing something like this. Jennifer was relentless, and he didn't last long under her assault, with his hips bucking pathetically as he came. Jennifer kept milking his cock, trying to get the biggest load possible out of him. She worked him until she'd squeezed out the last drop, then forced him down to his knees, wiping the hand she'd jerked him off with on his back. She released the hammerlock and took a quick victory lap as the other moms cheered before heading back over to their area to get a drink of water.

Despite the absolute domination of our biggest team member, I was actually feeling pretty excited. A good percentage of these tournaments have the moms winning every single match, and going 2-2 in the first round was as good a start as I ever remembered getting. I didn't want to start getting ahead of myself thinking we could win this thing, but I felt much more chipper than I probably should have as I helped drag Rob back to lay across a towel off the mats.

The first round 2 matchup was Jim versus my mom. You're not allowed to put anything back on once it's removed, so Jim was buck naked while Emily still had on her white two-piece. I hoped Jim would fare better than Matt had, and I didn't think this was outside the realm of possibility since mom had only three inches on him, and her willowy build meant he definitely had the weight advantage.

Those positive feelings didn't last very long as the match started with Jim falling for a trick as mom offered him a elbow and collar lockup, only to hip toss him over her back when he went for it. She tried to climb on top of him, but he threw her off, then rolled away and up to his feet. They came at each other, with mom making an obvious grab as his balls that Jim blocked, but he left himself open for a hard slap to the face. He slapped her right back and mom seemed stunned. Jim came in and wrapped her up in a bearhug. I don't think this was as effective as it could have been given mom's height advantage, and when Jim leaned back and tried to lift her off the mat, her feet didn't leave the ground. He had wrapped her arms up so she couldn't use her hands to escape and I thought if nothing else that might buy him enough time to do some damage, but only a second passed before mom pushed off with her legs, jumping up and wrapping them around Jim's midsection. For a minute both teams were totally quiet watching as Jim and Emily squeezed each other as hard as they could, and the cougar team erupted in cheers as Jim lost, releasing mom. He tried to push her away but she had wrapped her arms around him, and as he broke his own hold, she moved her grip up to the back of his head, pushing his face in between her lotion-covered boobs, and he stumbled backwards and fell to the mat on his back, his opponent still on top of him. It was looking really bad for him now as mom worked the scissors and boob smother. Jim lay limp for a minute, I guess stunned at the impact, but he did start moving his limbs as we clapped and yelled encouragement at him. He reached up with his hands and grabbed my mom's arms, using his superior strength to pull them out to either side, breaking the smother at least. This still didn't do him much good as his nose and mouth were sandwiched into his opponent's tits, but he was able to turn his head and start getting some air. He started moving his legs, trying to roll over, and mom released her scissors, rolling off him and getting to her knees. Jim started getting up himself, but mom had given herself enough time to get behind him as he got up, wrapping his arms up in a full nelson. She snaked her legs around him to try and get her scissors again, and I figured if she succeeded the match was over. Jim must have had the same idea as he threw himself to the mat on his left side. This trapped mom's left leg under his body, but unfortunately it looked like it also left Jim trapped as he couldn't get up without freeing her leg. Since she was still working the full nelson that was bad news. It got even worse as mom switched holds, turning the full nelson into her pulling Jim's arms behind his back, then planting her free right foot into his back and pushing. She pushed him so far with her foot that she was able to pull her left leg from under him and added this to the right one in bending Jim's back. With him stuck on his side he wasn't able to get his feet under him and it looked like he couldn't get out of this hold as much as he struggled and kicked his legs. Mom kept the hold on until he went limp, and when she released him he flopped to the mat. Mom rolled him on to his stomach, then got behind him and pulled his waist up. Like with her previous victim she slapped her hips into his bare butt a few times. As she reached between his legs, though, Jim pulled his right leg back, and before mom could move he slammed his foot into her face in a nasty mule kick. Mom covered her face, and went down, stunned, as her team erupted in boos, which were quickly drowned out by our cheers as Jim hit a enziguri from all fours. Mom collapsed to the mat on her front and Jim pounced, rolling her on her back and unhooking her top, then pulling her bottoms off. Mom was still woozy and Jim sat down on the mat behind her, pulling her up between his legs. He pulled her high enough so that the top of her head was about even with his chin. Jim scissored her midsection, catching her arms at the wrist on both sides. With his hands he reached around and started playing with her tits.

Mom kicked and struggled, but she wasn't strong enough to free her arms, and she couldn't get her legs under her. She put up a good fight, but eventually she collapsed against Jim with a groan that sounded like she had given up. Jim kept playing with her boobs for a little bit, although his legs relaxed around her waist. Only when her eyes closed and she let out a fluttering moan did he release her. He laid her down on the mat gently, then rolled her over onto her front. Mimicking her earlier move he got behind her and pulled his opponent's waist up off the mat, but Emily was in no shape to resist the way he had earlier. He pushed her thighs apart and leaned forward. Mom just groaned into the mat as he slid into her. I couldn't help but applaud with the rest of my team as Jim went 2-0 for the afternoon. As with Linda he reached forward, grabbing a handful of mom's long black hair, and gave her short, deep thrusts. Where Linda had totally surrendered by playing with herself, mom was more passive, only really coming to life when she climaxed, bucking her hips back against Jim as he kept pounding her pussy. To put the cherry on top (and I guess because he'd cum already), he somehow managed to finish her off without cumming himself - no small feat given how jacked up on hormones we all were, let me tell you - and popped his dick out of mom's glistening pussy. He went around to her front, and pulled her up so she was holding herself up with her arms (she'd totally collapsed during her orgasm). He cupped her face with his right hand and pushed his cock into her mouth. My mom started sucking his dick, holding herself up with one hand and reaching out to massage his balls with the other. Jim only lasted 20 or 30 seconds before he came down her throat. Mom swallowed every drop, even giving his cock a few milking squeezes with just the tip in her mouth after he tried to pull out.

Jim came back to our corner to another round of congratulatory high fives. As for me, I once again had a heck of a match to follow; I was up next.

My heart was pounding and my cock was hard as a rock as I faced off with Jennifer. Like Jim I was starting nude while my opponent was fully clothed. I was very nevous; If I won my match, we'd have won the whole tournament; not only would we be heroes to every horny teenage boy in the neighborhood, but as far as I knew it also meant we got to boss around four foxy milfs all day.

So between that and my nerves from having seen Rob get demolished, I was watching Jennifer like a hawk for any ticks. She offered me a collar and elbow tieup, but I knew with my height advantage she wasn't going to win this and figured she was faking me out. I tried to go low and tackle her, but she saw this coming and shot an elbow into my face. I went down on my back and Jennifer jumped in the air, aiming her butt at my stomach. I rolled out of the way and she landed with a loud yell. I got up to my feet and Jen to her knees. I came up behind her and reached down, grabbing her right wrist and pulling it up behind her back in a hammerlock. I figured this was fair play since she'd dominated Rob with this hold. I debated getting her other hand locked up too, but decided that instead I'd reach around and start feeling her boobs. I guess I took a second too long to think because as soon as I went for this Jennifer simply ducked out of the hammerlock, pulling her small wrist out of my grip before I could think to clamp down, then turning and slapping me hard across the face.

I took a surprised step back and Jennifer used the same move on me she'd done to Rob, propping her left leg behind my right one and pushing me so I fell down. No sooner had I hit the mat then I was I frantically scrambling away from her and got back to my feet, fists in front of my face, as her team cheered the display she was putting on. She blew a lock of hair out of her face and motioned for me to come on. I did so, not really sure what I was going to do. Once again she offered me the collar and elbow. I tried to go over her hands and grab her, but she was far too quick and dropped to the mat, then sprang up and headbutted me in the stomach.

I collapsed on my side holding my gut. Jennifer was right on me and rolled me onto my chest. I frantically tried to get up but she had already sat down on my back. I tried to scoot out from under her, which didn't work as she grabbed my right ankle, and my crazed kicking and struggling only earned me a minute's reprieve before she caught my left one too. I felt her butt scooting higher towards my head as she pulled my legs up in a boston crab. She moved back until she was sitting almost on my shoulderblades and my body was making a C shape. I started crawling towards the pool with a half-formed plan of dumping both of us in it and escaping that way. I'd made it only a few inches before I felt Jennifer grab my cock, which had been waving in the breeze. She gave it a squeeze and I stopped crawling. She used two fingers and her thumb to start stroking me and my team was on its feet, with Matt and Jim yelling at me to do something and Rob pleading with me not to let her do that to me. I resumed crawling as fast as I could and the race was on. Jennifer had me rock hard in no time and then started jerking me off in earnest. The only things that let me last as long as I did is that she had to keep my legs pinned, and she couldn't get a very good grip on my dick without giving me the chance to escape. Also, whenever I made it about six inches or so, she had to take a step back to stay in position above me which meant she had to leave off my cock for a few seconds. Even so, she was beating my meat with gusto, paying special attention to the head once I started leaking pre-cum.

It was very close, but I won, barely. When we got too close to the edge of the pool Jennifer threw my legs down. They were so sore and stiff that I didn't even get a chance to get up; as I was trying to get my legs under me Jennifer grabbed me by my ankles and dragged me back to the center of the fighting area. I was still laying on my chest, and I was ready to buck her off if she tried to sit on me and re-apply the crab, but instead she laid down on my right side. She hooked her left leg over my hips and started spanking my ass. I bucked under her, but with her thigh pressing down on me there was nothing I could do. I could hear the entire cougar team including my mom cheering for Jennifer as she humiliated me. Her spanking really started hurting as she wailed on my butt and I had to bite back tears that I knew would have made it even worse. When she released me I had in mind a plan to spring to my feet and attack her, but I was so stunned when she did actually stop that that all I ended up doing was instinctively reaching back and rubbing my bare butt. This gave Jennifer the chance to slap a hammerlock on me, and I knew I was in really big trouble as she'd finished Rob off with this hold and I was a stick compared to him. Jennifer used it to wrench me up to my feet, dodging the wild elbow I threw behind me. Thinking fast I bent over and pushed my thighs back, trying to trip Jennifer and have her go over my back. This actually worked, and Jennifer flew over me with a scream of surprise. She hit the mat hard on her left side and rolled onto her back with a groan. I quickly rolled her onto her stomach and unzipped her suit. Getting it off was a little tricky as I had to lift her torso up to free the suit, and by the time I slid it off her feet she nimbly rolled away from me and hopped up to her feet.

I threw her suit into our area without taking my eyes off her. I'd lost my erection thanks to the pain of her spanking, but I felt it twitching to life as Jennifer didn't bother trying to cover up her naked, oily body (I guess as a precaution against losing her suit, she was coated in sunscreen from head to toe). I looked a second too long as she came in, reaching between my legs and grabbing my semi-hard cock. She gave it a squeeze and I reached down to free myself, but her other hand had darted between my legs and cupped my balls. "Don't fucking move," she hissed, "or I'll rip your balls off." She pulled me down to my knees, then pushed her bare tits into my chest, forcing me down onto my back. She was laying on top of me now and started scooting backwards between my legs. I saw my chance and lunged, shooting my hands between our bodies and grabbing her wrists. She grunted with effort as I pulled her grasping hands away from me. She was still laying mostly on top of me and we struggled wildly for a second. Just as I thought I was going to heave her off she started pressing her thigh into my genitals; my balls were trapped between her leg and my pelvis, and she exerted just enough pressure to let me know this. Even so I was able to scoot away from her, and thanks to the generous coating of suntan lotion and sweat I was able to get to my knees. Jennifer did likewise and we were facing each other, my hands still holding her wrists. I pinned them to her sides and leaned forward and down and started licking her nipples. Jennifer moaned as I flicked the left and then the right with my tongue. They were rock hard as I brought one into my mouth. I had become too absorbed in my work (I should have gotten her on her back like Maria) as Jennifer freed herself, pulling her wrists out of my grip. She grabbed my hair, pulling me away from her boobs. She leaned in and kissed me, forcing her tongue into my mouth. Before I could process this she broke the kiss and gave me a vicious backhand that knocked me down on my left side. Before I could move Jennifer had laid down on her right side facing my feet - we were in a 69 position. I didn't need any more of an invitation, spreading her thighs and darting my tongue into her pussy. I felt her gripping the back of my own thighs as she took my cock into her mouth.

Both teams were cheering their fighter on, and I hoped that Jennifer was turned on enough to give me a shot at winning. That fantasy came to an end as Jennifer clamped her thighs closed around my head. I tried to do this to her in return, but one of her hands had snuck around to my butt, and her index finger was pressing up against my asshole. I got the message as I relaxed my thighs and let Jennifer finish me off. She eased off the pressure on her scissors just enough to make sure I stayed awake for the grand finale. Her warm lips slid up and down my shaft a few times and then she started deepthroating me, the tip of her small chin touching my hips. On one of these downstrokes I came, shooting my load into her mouth, which she sucked up greedily. On the return stroke she went so high that just the head was in her mouth and used her hand to milk as much cum as she could from my prick.

I saw sunlight again as she released me, getting to her feet and posing for her team. Matt and Jim had to come drag me back to our area. They laid me on a lounger, then Matt and Rob gave Jim last minute advice. The final match of the tournament was about to begin.

Jennifer had no time to rest as the final match of the tournament pitted her against her own son. Both had two victories on the day and if Jim could make it three we'd be heroes. Matt and Rob were clapping for him, but I only had the energy to shield my eyes with my arm as the match started.

If Jennifer was winded from my match it didn't show as she immediately slapped her son across the face. Jim was stunned and she went for the takedown she'd used on both me and Rob, but as soon as she planted her leg behind Jim's he shoved her hard away from her. She somersaulted and came up to her feet, charging at Jim and giving her a shove of her own. He didn't have the same grace as his mom and where she'd rolled with the force of his attack, he just fell down awkwardly. Jennifer reached down to grab him, but he pushed her away by the thighs and she had to let him get up to his feet. She came in and tried to lift her knee between his legs, but she hadn't had time to really aim this and some of the force hit his upper thigh before sliding home and nailing his balls. Still, it was enough to drive Jim back covering himself. His mom ducked to his right side and swept his right leg out from under him and he fell on his back, winded. Jennifer rolled Jim over onto his stomach and laid on top of him, her boobs mushrooming against his back. She reached her arms around his neck to get him in a sleeper, but with one big motion Jim bucked her off. Jennifer went flying backwards and the back of her head smacked off the ground. She lay still as Jim capitalized, sitting down on her stomach. He tried to pin her wrists by her sides with his legs, but her hands were so small that as she came around she was able to simply pull them free. She reached up and gave him a double nipple twist. Jim was shocked by the sudden pain, giving his mom enough time to ball up her right hand into a fist, which she launched into his stomach. But she didn't have a good angle, and Jim just grunted, trying to grab her wrists. He got the left one pinned to the mat, but she slapped his face again with the right. Jim looked disorientated and kept trying to grab her hand. Jennifer succeeded in dismounting him by firing a upward palm strike that hit him in the jaw and he rolled off her in a daze.

Jennifer finally looked like she was slowing down a little as she got to her feet, panting, with sweat pouring off her naked, oiled body. Unfortunately Jim didn't look too hot himself laying on his side with his eyes closed. Jennifer planted her right foot on the side of his head, then reached down and grabbed his arm and pulled it straight up. She started twisting his wrist and Jim screamed. His other arm was partially trapped under his body and at first he slapped blindly at his mom's leg, but following our advice he managed to roll onto his back. His mom had to give up the hold, dropping down into a crouch and stalking him. As Jim got to her feet she charged into him.

I almost laughed out loud as Jennifer bounced off her son. Her technique was good, but she'd only backed up a few feet, and she looked like a puzzled cat bouncing off a large dog as she hit Jim's tensed stomach and recoiled. I guess she was more used to fighting women her own age as she seemed stunned, and Jim stepped in and slugged her in the gut. It looked like this blow didn't have all of his force behind it, but it was enough to drop his surprised mom to her knees holding her stomach. Jim wrapped his arm around her head and pulled her up into a front facelock. He went for the DDT, but just before he could execute it his mom's hand struck out and grabbed his bare balls.

The momentum swung back as now Jim was in a real bad spot. He still had the front facelock on, but it didn't seem to be slowing his mom down as her other hand wrapped around his cock and started stroking it. I couldn't even think of any advice to yell; Matt was yelling to use his knee, which I guess would have worked, but this wasn't that kind of match, and Rob was once again giving the timeless if useless advice of "don't let her do that to you". Jim stumbled backwards, dragging his mom with him; I shouted for him to get to the pool, hoping he could escape the same way I had. But it was no good. The hand Jennifer had on his dick came off it just long enough to grab the back of his left knee, and she pulled it out, dumping him on the mat. He let the facelock go and quick as a flash his mom sat down on his upper thighs. She kept one hand cupping his balls and went back to stroking his dick with the other. Jim couldn't move his lower body, but he was able to sit up. He did so, giving his mom a hard push. I think she was holding on to his cock and balls for dear life, as she went backwards off him and he screamed. He got up to his knees, but he was holding himself and had his eyes shut in pain. Jennifer got her to feet and went behind Jim, then ran at him and smacked his face into the ground with a bulldog.

Now it looked really bad as Jim was laying on his stomach not moving. Jennifer laid on top of him again, and this time she was able to lock the sleeper around his neck. Jim came to life pulling at her arms and trying to get to his feet at the same time. Jennifer locked her legs around his midsection adding a scissor hold to her choke as Jim drunkenly got to his feet. He threw himself backwards on the mat and Jennifer didn't have time to let go, emitting a loud grunt as her son landed on her with all his weight.

Jim rolled off her and both fighters lay still for a minute as both teams urged on their warrior. We grew even louder as Jim slowly sat up, shaking his head. He got to his feet rubbing his neck, which had turned red, as Jennifer just began to stir. Jim shook off the cobwebs and walked up to his mom as she got to her feet. She held her hands up, palms forward, trying to ward him off. Jim reached down grabbed her wrists, throwing them to either side, and that was all the opening she needed to dart forward, taking his semi-erect cock into her mouth.

This was a desperation move on Jennifer's part, but I guess she really wanted to win. Jim just stood there dumbstruck as his mom started sucking on his cock. She scooted a little closer, cupping his balls with one hand, keeping just the tip of his cock in her mouth as she jerked him off with the other. We were all yelling pleads and threats to Jim, but he was beyond our power to reach. Jennifer worked his dick until his eyes rolled back in his head, then popped his saliva-slick unit out of her mouth. She headbutted him in the stomach and Jim sank unresisting to his knees. Jennifer got to her feet, cupping her hands under Jim's armpits and dragged him over to the pool. She rolled him in and then stood with her hands on her hips until he came up for air.

As soon as his head broke the surface she was there, reaching down and grabbing his wet hair with both hands. She hauled him to the side of the pool, with just his head and shoulders sticking out as his back was pressed into the pool liner. Jennifer without missing a beat laid down on her back, scooted forward, and wrapped her legs around his neck, getting him in a figure four-style scissor choke with Jim still mostly submerged. He kicked wildly under the water and his hands came out to try and pull his mom's thighs apart, but he had no leverage at all and couldn't get a grip with his wet hands. The cougar team was on its feet cheering and hollering their approval at what I had to admit was a pretty impressive display. Jennifer for her part put her hands behind her head, looking like this was the most normal activity in the world to be indulging in in a hot summer day.

Jim tapped out and the tournament was over. His mom helped him out of the pool but his day wasn't quite done yet. She made him go to the center of the mats and had him lay down on his back. Jennifer planted her bare pussy on his mouth and started riding his face, a victory I can't deny was well-earned. I felt a little bad for Jim as he hadn't gotten off himself and his boner was waving in the breeze, but it looked like Linda wanted round two as she strode over to Jim and impaled herself on his prick. We watched the show in silence, knowing that as soon as the cougars had finished with Jim, he'd get awarded his speedo, and then we'd have a very long day ahead of us.

My first book has been published!

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Office Altercation (M/F)

Just a little quicky. This is what a story looks like if I don't spend a month obsessively polishing it.
(With apologies to Stone, from who I lifted the setup completely - his take is here:
http://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/kidmanskultkrypt/conversations/messages/1772 )


My first job when I graduated from college was at a health insurance processing office. I was part of a team of people I really liked working with - all except Keisha. Keisha's a short, loud black lady in her mid 40's; I'm a tall, skinny white guy in his early 20's. I thought she was an arrogant, domineering, conceited, petty bitch who was convinced her shit didn't stink; she made clear to me that she thought I was a disrespectful, lazy, rude, ignorant punk who needed to learn when to keep his mouth shut.
One Friday we were both working late - Keisha as usual pretending to work while fucking around on Facebook and me catching up on authorizations I'd fallen behind on (after Keisha had 'borrowed'  my computer's power cord and 'forgotten' to tell me). Something had gone wrong with the HVAC system, and it was hot as hell even with the sun having gone down. Keisha favored low-cut business suits, and she'd taken off her bright pink top. (Don't get too excited yet; she still had a tank top on underneath). She started laughing loudly at something someone had posted on her wall, and I muttered something under my breath. Somehow she heard me over her big horse laugh and turned in her chair. I felt her eyes boring into me, but I didn't turn, not until she got up, walked over to where I was sitting, and spun my chair around so I was looking at her.
"You got something to say?" I got out of my chair and stood up. I'm six one and Keisha is about five four, so I was looking straight down at her.
"I have work to do. Can you shut the fuck up for five minutes so I can finish?"
That did it; I'd hit the bitch switch, and Keisha flew into a no-you-didn't rage, screaming in my face. She asked me if I wanted to step outside ("You want to step outside, mother fucker? I will fuck you up!") and I said I'd be happy to beat her fat ass.
From there it was a short walk to one of the empty meeting rooms. I had assumed we were just going to tear into each other, but Keisha didn't want to mess up her clothes, and I stood watching her as she stripped off her tank top and bra, her huge, fat tits flopping out over her belly. She also dropped her skirt, stepped out of her huge lacey black panties, then finally peeled off her pantyhose. She folded all of her clothes and put them to one side, her body already coated with sweat as she stood nude.
"Well?" she barked. "You backing out now or we doing this?"
I stripped down. I'm pretty tall, but a little bit lanky, and I guess Keisha thought she could take me based on that. At least she didn't look too impressed as her eyes gazed over my naked body.
In return I took one last look at her before the fight started. I had to admit for a woman in her 40's she still looked pretty ("Black don't crack," she liked to say multiple times a week), although this was probably helped by her full face of makeup and professionally done hair, which was currently in a long, wavy cut that draped down to her shoulders. As I studied her I felt my cock stirring and Keisha's eyes went to my boxers with a smirk.
I don't know what Keisha thought was going to go down, but I knew how to fight a bit; after my dad split and kids started picking on me at school, my aunt had taught me how to box. Keisha, I hoped,  was setting herself up to be the next in a line of people who'd underestimated me.
She came at me throwing a heavy slap. She put enough weight behind it so that I'd have been in trouble if it landed, but it was so slow I had time to easily duck under it. Keisha had to take a step forward to avoid falling on her face, and she walked right into a wicked backhand that had her cursing. Instead of guarding herself, she put her hand on her face where I'd hit her. Since she'd left herself open, I slammed a punch into her soft tummy, my fist sinking into her stomach. This drew a wonderfully low groan. I pulled my hand back and she covered her tummy. I had my pick of targets and couldn't pass up her massive tits. I gave her a double nipple twist, getting a solid grip on her big, thick nipples. She let out a real scream of pain and blindly flailed at me. I took a few steps back and put my fists up.
"Mother fucker," she hissed, putting up her own dukes. "Lucky shot. Come on!" She charged at me throwing a big right at my head. I weaved to the side, grabbing her arm and using it to flip her over me. She landed heavily on her back with a grunt. I let her get up and she put her hands up again. She seemed to have learned that boxing wouldn't work and she charged me. I made a mistake here as I tried to catch her. I underestimated how much weight she got behind her charge and she barreled into me. We both went down hard, and she landed on top of me, but as she pushed herself up I wrapped my legs around her big midsection. We ended up face to face, my back on the floor, her holding herself up over me, sweat dripping down off her body onto my bare chest. I had accidentally ended up in a pretty good position, I thought; she couldn't get off me with my scissors on, and she was holding herself up with her arms, so she couldn't use those to attack me.
What I'd failed to anticipate is that she scooted forward a little and lowered her massive tits on to my face in a breast smother. Not needing to hold herself up anymore, she used her hands to press her boobs into my nose and mouth. I reached up to stop her and she grabbed my wrists, slamming them down to the floor. I released my scissors and tried to kick her away, but she just laid more of her weight on top of me. I felt her shifting and took a large breath as her tits came off my face. I only had a second to enjoy it before I felt Keisha's huge ass slamming into my stomach. All my air blew out in one gasp and felt Keisha lifting herself up again. She gave me a second ass slam and I couldn't move, not even to scream as her third ass slam landed on my stomach. Then Keisha climbed off me with a laugh, putting her hands on her hips as she looked down at me.
"That all you got?"
Instead of responding I breathed, willing myself to get enough air to get up and fight back. For the time being I was at Keisha's mercy, though, and I couldn't stop her as she pulled me up to my feet. She kneed me in the stomach and I bent over. I felt her grabbing my hair, and she tugged it so I was looking up into her face.
"You're gonna apologize to me."
I didn't say anything, still focusing on deep breathing. Keisha slapped me across the face. She put her weight into this, and if she hadn't been holding my hair I probably would have been knocked on my ass. I braced myself as she drew her hand back for another slap, which didn't do much to lessen the impact. She gave me a third and asked if I wanted to give up.
I have to admit I considered this for a second. She had me in a bad way, and I didn't relish getting a fourth slap in my aching face, let alone what she'd do afterwards. Maybe I should have given up right here. Then again, I've never been accused of being the smartest guy around - and I'd rather get beaten standing up to a bully. So I told her to fuck off.
"Awright," she growled. "We gonna do it the hard way." She brought her knee up under my chin, releasing my hair at the same time. I collapsed, head swimming. Keisha laid me out on the floor, spread-eagled. She got on top of me in a 69. I smelled her strong scent; she was really enjoying this. Down between my legs I felt her grab my cock. I was limp, but she used her index and middle fingers combined with her thumb to start stroking it. In no time I was hard as a rock. "You don't move," she called over her shoulder. "You just lay there." She ran her tongue over the head of my cock. "This is mine now."
If I'd been tempted to give up before, I really was now. If my cock went into her mouth I knew I was done for. I gathered my strength and before she could start blowing me I brought my knees up, pushing her away from my dick. "What the fuck!" she yelled. "You -"
I pushed her off me as hard as I could. If she'd been ready for this, she might've been able to use her weight to stay put, but she wasn't, and I heaved her off. She landed on her side and I rolled away and up to my feet.

Keisha got up too, looking even more pissed. "You shoulda stayed down," she panted. I motioned her on and she roared, running at me in a storm of punches and slaps. I didn't have to wait long to get my chance; she threw a huge uppercut that left her midsection completely open. I slammed a left into her gut, and that stopped her assault. She tried to cover up, but she was too slow. I tagged her face with a right jab, then stepped in and kneed her soft stomach. She flinched and I threw a quick combo into her face. To her credit she managed to stay on her feet, but the last punch was a right hook I put all my power into, and she stumbled away, holding on to one of the chairs to hold herself up. I punched her in the kidneys, drawing a scream, then grabbed her long hair and slammed her face into the conference table. She still didn't go down; she's a tough bitch, I had to give her that. She was now bent over the table. I pulled her off a little so that her tits rested on it. This left me enough room to get at her stomach, so I started giving her knee lifts. Each one sank in a little deeper until I felt like my kneecap was going to bounce off her spine. Keisha gagged and screamed until the eighth one finally put her down.
She lay on the carpeted floor, eyes closed, a big bruise forming on her tummy. She looked pretty out of it, but I didn't want to make the same mistake she had when she'd almost had the fight locked up. I looked around the room quickly and hopped up on the table.
This probably wasn't the smartest move. It occurred to me that what I should have done was just sit on her shoulders and beat her face in. But like I said up above, I've never been accused of being the smartest guy around.
I jumped, aiming at Keisha's gut. Luckily for me this was a big target. I landed with all my weight in her stomach and that brought her around as she let out a shriek of pure agony. I stepped off her and she curled up on her side, holding her stomach. I went over to the table again, this time grabbing the phone. I pulled the cord out and walked over to Keisha, who had just managed to get up to her knees. I did feel a little pang of respect for her willingness to keep going, but not enough to stop me from coming up behind her, wrapping the phone cord around her neck, and pulling.
I couldn't see Keisha's face, but the way her hands immediately went to the cord and started trying to pry it free let me know this was working pretty well. I put my right foot on Keisha's back and pushed, and she panicked, waving her arms crazily. Since she couldn't talk I couldn't tell if she was trying to give up, but for good measure I choked her until she had almost stopped moving - maybe 40 seconds or so.
When I let her go she fell flat on her face. Her hands weakly came up to her neck as she took big, wracking breaths. I rolled her over onto her back, and I could see the angry red mark on her neck where I'd choked her. I sat on her shoulders, grabbing her hair with one hand and drawing the other back in a fist.
"You give up?" She tried to nod, although this wasn't easy with me holding her hair. "Say it!" I yelled.
"You fucked me up," she gasped. Close, but not exactly what I wanted to hear. I opened my hand and gave her a hard slap. "I give up!" she screamed. "I give! Jesus!"
Satisfied, I got off her. She started getting up and I lead her over to the conference table. I bent her over it.
"You need to learn a lesson." I slapped her big, bare butt. "Now say, 'Thank you, Mr. Betker.'" She did, but not loud enough. Another slap had her yelling it as loud as she could. I started spanking her and we went through everything that annoyed me about her; her lateness, her gum chewing, her dumping work on other people, her trying to dictate how the office should be run. By the time I had finished, her ass was a deep, aching red and she was begging me to stop.
"All right. Now I want to make sure you never forget this."
"You ain't gotta worry about that," she moaned tiredly.
"Play with your tits."
Keisha leaned up a little and started running her hands over her fat titties. After a minute I reached between her legs and started rubbing her pussy. She moaned, but otherwise kept going. She was still pretty wet and after just a couple rubs she was ready. I positioned myself behind her, holding on to her hips, and pushed into her. She moaned into the table.
"How's that feel?" She didn't respond and I reached forward, grabbing a handful of her long hair and pulling her head back. She left off her breasts, holding on to the table as I started fucking her. I'd gotten her warmed up just to make it easier for me, and I didn't really care about her pleasure; I just started pounding her. Even so, she came first. I didn't last much longer - her panting cries and, especially, her pussy squeezing my cock as she writhed under me pretty much finished me off. I emptied into her, holding on to her hips for dear life as she bucked under me.
I released her and she slumped to the floor. I grabbed her hair and pulled her up to her knees, wiping my cock on her face. I tugged her hair up so she was looking up at me:
"What do you say?"
"Thanks," she managed. I slapped her hard across the face. "Mr. Betker!" she squealed. "Thank you Mr. Betker! Sir!"
"That's better."


Things were better from then on; Keisha started coming in on time for a few weeks, quit gum until she went on a diet, stopped dumping work on me (although she kept doing it to everyone else), and even managed to stop bossing everyone else around for a little while. I never could get her to keep calling me Mr. Betker, though.

Park Prowling (M/F and F/F)

I wrote this on vacation; I think it came out pretty well, so I'm going to take a crack at a sequel next time I'm at Disney.

After I hit the lottery, me and my wife purchased a second house in Florida a few miles outside Disney. Whenever the weather gets too cold up in the Northeast, we jet down for a few months. Being bored rich swingers, we came up with a little activity we like to do to keep ourselves entertained.

Here's how the scam works: Check into a Disney resort (always use a fake name; for this trip we were Jim and Beth Green from Colorado Springs). Next, go to a park and go hunting for a hookup. The only rules are nobody under 16 (although high school seniors are fair game) and no employees - or "cast members" as they're called. Take your target back to your hotel room, and in the middle of the hookup, your spouse comes in and challenges the victim to a fight.
This doesn't always work, of course. Guys I pick up usually don't want to "fight a lady"; for people my wife picked up, guys more often than not fled at the sight of me. Women left about half the time as well - you do learn to pick your targets the longer you do it. Teens and people in their 20s were more likely to stay and fight. Parents with kids almost never did. If you wanted a MILF, the best thing to do was look for a divorcee on vacation with her parents. If you wanted a middle aged guy - well, I never wanted a middle aged guy.
That's the basic gist - after two or three fights, you wanted to check out and leave. If security got suspicious, it was definitely time to go, and best to avoid that resort for a while. I knew a few people who had been caught and banned from the property entirely, and I was having too much fun to risk that.

On this particular day I was at EPCOT, poking around Gateway Gifts. I saw half of a couple that was doing the same thing come in, a dude named Enrique. He's got a thing for amazons and he was checking out a six foot brunette wearing a high school basketball T-shirt. I gave him a nod and then a wide berth; I had nothing against the guy, but I didn't want to crowd him, and we weren't exactly best buddies. I'd found out that he was up to the same thing the hard way as his wife Krimhild had walked in on us. She's 6'2" and a tough bitch; I'd only won my fight with her by beating her tits black and blue.
Giving Enrique room to hunt, I wandered over to the gift shop by Innoventions. I spotted a tall, stacked blonde bent over fiddling with her backpack. I pretended to look at a shirt as she got up, then took a side step and bumped into her. I gave her an "excuse me" and she smiled. I took her in with a quick look: Blonde hair (dyejob needed a slight touch up) in curls down past her shoulders; kind blue eyes, average nose, plump lips (possibly silicone); face a little rough. Without moving my eyes off her face I watched a single bead of sweat drip down into the canyon between her double D's. Yeah, this would do all right. On to round 2: I asked her some friendly questions and quickly found out she was here by herself. Bingo. She'd accomplished something in her life and was rewarding herself by coming to Disney. That was all I needed to know, and I introduced myself as Jim. She gave her name as Donna and we shook hands. She had a strong grip; a good sign, I thought. My wife and I liked picking out opponents with at least a chance of winning.

Twenty minutes later we were getting iced lattes at the Starbucks in the park and I had a chance to study her body. I'd seen better, but it wasn't bad; I'd probably say 6.5 out of 10, extra points for her big tits and sleek arms and legs. She was about 5'9" and a half - shed' have half a foot on my wife, hopefully enough to make for an exciting fight. I decided to go for it. Reeling her in wasn't hard, and after a few lattes I got her back to my suite, stopping only to hang the Do Not Disturb sign - letting my wife know that I had caught an unknowing player in our little game. No sooner had the door swung closed than Donna was pushing me up against it, forcing her tongue into my mouth. We undressed as we blindly stumbled to the bed. When we got there she had shed her shirt and was unbuttoning my pants. I stepped out of them and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. It fell away to reveal a sagless set of proud D cups. Donna smiled as she looked down and saw my cock straining against my boxers.
"You like 'em?" she asked playfully. I nodded. She leaned in for a kiss, then moved her lips to my ear and whispered: "I have a confession to make."
"Oh?"
"They're implants." This wasn't exactly breaking news, but she went on: "I just got them put in. You'll be the first person to... well, besides me."
"Well," I purred, running my hands over her thick nipples. "I'm honored." She moaned and I lowered my mouth to her tits. I was gentle with them, and after a minute of playing with her chest she pushed down gently on my head. I went lower, kneeling in front of her. I undid her skirt and it dropped to the floor. I peeled her lacy black panties down to reveal a fully erect eight inch dick. Not unhappily I took it into my mouth. Her fingers were entwined in my hair as my wife came into the room, waiting until the door clicked shut behind her to unleash her most theatrical shriek.

Just looking at the two fighters, Beth was in way over her head. My wife's all of 5'2", with delicate facial features that made the threatening scowl she was attempting come off more as a cute pout. Her naturally red hair was tied into two long pigtails that didn't help either. Despite her short height - the number one item on her christmas list every year was "being taller" - there was no mistaking her curves, with her hourglass figure accented by a 36C chest and a generous, round butt. Her normally fair skin was tanned from Disney, slightly hiding her generous dusting of freckles.

"What the fuck is this?!" Beth screeched. Donna stood there, her hand still on the top of my head, and smirked at her.
"Get lost, kid. Your dad will come find you when we're done."
"I'm his WIFE!"
"Wife?!" Donna laughed. "Well, take a look at this." She shook her cock at Beth. "This is what a real woman looks like."
"You're gonna look black and blue when I'm done with you, cunt," Beth barked, walking into the room. "You and me. Are you 'real woman' enough, huh?" She poked one of Donna's bare tits.
"This won't take long," Donna growled. "I'm gonna slap those freckles right off your ugly face, bitch!" She approached Beth, who came at her warily. Beth had stopped to take her shoes off, but was otherwise fully dressed, wearing a Epcot T-shirt, cargo shorts, and white socks. Donna was totally naked and took the first hit of the fight as Beth came in and kicked her in the balls. Donna went down on her knees with a groan and Beth grabbed a handful of her hair and started slapping her in the face. Donna ate six slaps before managing to push Beth away and groggily get to her feet. She came at Beth and threw a too-slow punch my wife ducked. Beth's counterpunch caught Donna right in her tummy, backing her off but not putting her down. It slowed her down enough for Beth to come in and trip Donna, who landed on her back with a oomph. Beth went to sit on her, but Donna scooted down out of the way, coming up behind a surprised Beth and locking a sleeper on her.
This is one of those moves you don't have to be an expert to apply successfully, and with Donna's strength my wife was suddenly in trouble. Beth tried to throw an elbow behind her, but both fighters were stumbling around the room and she couldn't hit Donna. Beth tripped over one of her own shoes and they both went down, Donna landing on top of Beth, who in turn landed chest-first on the carpet.
The only thing that kept the fight from ending right here is that Donna didn't know enough to get her body weight on top of Beth, who managed to swing an elbow into Donna's stomach. Donna let her go and Beth rolled away, coughing and starting to pull herself up using one of the beds. Donna came in and punched her in the stomach and Beth groaned, slumping against the bed. Donna slapped her across the face with her cock and laughed:
"Is that it, kid? I thought you wanted to fight!"
Beth opened her mouth to respond, but Donna forced her cock between Beth's lips and started fucking her face. Beth choked and tried to scream as Donna used her pigtails as handles to piston her dick in and out of Beth's mouth.
This move is a favorite of mine, but I've learned the hard way only to use it as a finisher, and Donna found out why as Beth slammed an uppercut into her unprotected balls. Donna shrieked and released Beth's hair, turning away from her opponent, hunching over and holding her crotch. Beth took a second to shake the cobwebs off, which was long enough for Donna to recover and turn back towards her with her fists up.
It was clear that Donna didn't know how to box as she launched herself at Beth with a flurry of crazed punches and slaps that Beth deftly sailed through, ducking past or slapping away each hit until she got close enough to swing a quick jab that stunned Donna. Beth hit her with a followup left hook that smacked into Donna's jaw. Donna stumbled away and her knees hit the bed, which she fell onto. Donna ended up laying with her chest on the bed, her legs off the end, leaving her ass up in the air, which Beth came up to and started spanking.
Donna yelped in surprise at the first spank, but after two or three she had the presence of mind to roll onto her back and shove Beth. Donna got lucky as Beth stumbled backwards and tripped over a chair, the back of her head landing on the carpet with a loud, scary smack. Beth didn't move and Donna stood there panting and staring at her for a minute. She turned to look at me and I shrugged. Donna turned back to Beth and walked over to where she was laying. Donna squatted down and grabbed one of Beth's long pigtails. With her other hand she slapped Beth hard across the face. Beth groaned and Donna gave her another slap. Beth opened her eyes with a moan, and one more slap from Donna brought her around. Beth brought her hands up to cover her face and Donna slugged her in the stomach. Beth gagged and Donna hit her again. She was really getting into this now as Beth moved her hands over her tummy and Donna slammed a straight punch into her face.
"Had enough, bitch?!" Donna yelled, drawing her fist back for another punch. Beth spit in her face and Donna screamed with rage, but before she could throw her punch, Beth reached out and grabbed her balls. Donna froze, and as Beth squeezed her sack she wailed in agony. Without easing up, Beth managed to get up to her knees. Donna managed to reach down and pull Beth's hand away, but the damage had already been done, and Beth gave her a double nipple twist that had Donna shrieking in pain. Beth threw a hard right hook that put Donna down on her back. Beth followed up with two knee strikes between the legs that left Donna crying and holding herself. Beth finished her off with a ball claw that had Donna wailing in agony. She held on for a little while, but Beth squeezed her nuts so hard that a little cum dribbled out of her cock and Donna yelled out her surrender. Beth climbed to her feet and stared down at her, looking as much like a war goddess as a 5'2" woman can wearing a faded Epcot T-shirt.
"I didn't quite hear that bitch!" Beth barked at her beaten foe.
"I give up," Donna got out between sobs. "I give up."
"Who's the better woman!"
"You!"
Beth was practically glowing with pride as she shucked her shirt, shorts, and socks. She put her bare foot on Donna's face and I snapped some pictures, then she took off her polka dot bra and panties and we got down to the real fun. First I sat on the edge of the bed as Beth pulled Donna up to her knees in front of me.
"Suck his cock!" Beth barked, pushing Donna's head down. My hard prick slipped between her lips and she gagged as Beth kept pushing on her head. Once Donna's chin touched my balls Beth let up and Donna started sloppily blowing me as Beth laughed. Beth shot some video, then told Donna to play with herself as she blew me. Before I came I gave my wife a sign and she pulled Donna off me roughly.
We hefted a unresisting Donna up and laid her upper half on the bed, her lower half hanging off. Beth went up to her head and plopped her pussy right on Donna's mouth. I got some lube from our bag and squirted some into Donna's asshole. She must have known what was coming and I savored lubing her up, applying some to my cock for good measure. I lifted her legs up and put her ankles on my shoulder, then eased forward, the slick head of my unit pressing into her asshole.
She was pretty tight, I'll give her that, and I went slow, not wanting to blow my load too soon. She'd been a good sport, so I started giving her a handjob. Not too fast - I didn't want her to cum before I did. I pumped her until Beth came on her face, then picked up the pace, grunting as I slammed my cock into her asshole. I picked up the speed on the handjob, too, and Donna came just before I did, her long ropes of jizz shooting straight up as I climaxed and emptied my own load into her asshole.

I marked this one up as a successful afternoon. Donna had to lay in her own juices until Beth and I had showered, then we let her get dressed and threw her ass out. We checked out the next day and went to another resort for me to take my turn.

* * *

A day after my wife's fight with Donna it was her turn to go prowling. I went down to the lobby and read a book until I got a text message: "15 mins". I waited the allotted time and then strolled back to our room; the Do Not Disturb sign was there, indicating all was in readiness. I unlocked the door and stepped inside.

My wife had picked out a tall, slim, dark Asian woman, who currently had her face buried between Beth's thighs. At the sound of the door closing she pulled her head back and gave me a mean look:
"Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm her husband!" I bellowed.
"Come back later," she scoffed and turned to get back to business. I walked up to her and she got to her feet, hands on her hips.
"This what you been doing?" I asked my wife without taking my eye off our guest.
"Maybe you should try keeping her happy," the woman barked.
"Fuck you!"
From there, it didn't take much to goad her into a fight. She gave her name as Mei, and she promised that she was going to kick my ass and then make me watch as she made my wife cum harder than I ever could. Since she was already totally nude, I stripped down myself. I took a good look at her: I'm six feet tall and she wasn't much shorter than me, maybe 5'10". She was in good shape, with lightly muscled arms and a flat stomach. She had a narrow little butt and bee-sting A-cups. Her face was plain and slightly flat, but her silky black hair framed her face nicely as it fell down to her shoulders and set off her pretty almond eyes. Not exactly my type, but I'd seen much worse.
As soon as I'd kicked my underwear off, my wife yelled "Fight!" and sat back with a satisfied look as Mei threw a surprisingly competent punch. I weaved past it and she slapped my counter punch away. She tried to knee me in the balls, but I caught it on my inner thigh, and she left herself open for a gut shot. She winced and I powered a straight right into her face. She went down with a scream of surprise, but was close to one of the beds and used it to pull herself up before I could follow up, backing me off with some wild kicks. I realized that while Mei knew how to fight, she'd already exposed her fatal flaw of impatience as she came at me in a whirlwind of punches, slaps, and kicks. I backed up waiting for her to overextend herself and after one roundhouse that almost took my head off, I darted in and kneed her hard in the stomach. She groaned but didn't go down and got me with a slap across the face I was too slow to dodge. My head turned and she got one of her legs inbetween mine and tripped me. I went down - I'd learned how to take a bump and I took the impact on my back, then rolled away and up to my feet.
Mei circled me, hands at her sides, ready to strike. I drifted back and gave her an opening, crouching down slightly and lowering my guard. Mei came in throwing a flurry of quick slaps at my face, but I lifted my hands at the last second and grabbed her wrists. The look of shock on her face was almost comical. Defenseless, she couldn't block my hard kick to the stomach, which bent her over. I gave her another gut kick, this one so hard I swear her feet lifted off the ground, and she fell to her knees. I was still holding her wrists and with Mei helpless in front of me, I briefly flirted with going for the face fuck - but Donna's match was too fresh in my mind. Instead I kicked Mei in the face, releasing her wrists, letting her flop to the carpet. She landed on her back, her hair spread out like a fan on the ground. I moved in to finish her off, but as I came close one of her legs shot out and tripped me. I toppled forwards, hitting the bed and bouncing off, then landing on my face on the carpet. I groaned and started to push myself up, but I had only gotten to one knee when Mei came in and slammed a roundhouse kick into my temple. I went down on my back and before I could move I felt Mei's long legs wrapping around my head.
"Got you now, gwailo!" she laughed in triumph. This was truer than I felt comfortable with. I knew I had little chance of pulling her legs apart, but I might have a chance and prying her ankles enough to slip out. I reached down and started pulling. It took some work - Mei's legs were every bit as strong as they looked - but thanks to my regular workouts and a helpful sheen of sweat, I was eventually able to escape. This took time and energy, leaving me slow to recover. I managed to roll onto my chest planning to push myself up, but before I could do so Mei had gotten to her feet and walked behind me. I felt her grabbing both my ankles and pulling them up, almost holding me like I was a wheelbarrow. The top of her slim foot pressed into my hanging ballsack. "Give up?" she asked, the threat implicit - if I said no she'd deliver a kick that would leave me unable to walk. Luckily for me Mei made a classic mistake here: When you have your opponent where you can finish them with one blow, you don't ask them to surrender before delivering it. Mind racing, I didn't reply, instead quickly looking around for an escape route before she kicked my balls up my throat. I realized I was close to the in-room minifridge, and I started pulling myself at it along the ground.
"Not time for a break yet, gwailo!" Mei barked. "Give up first!" Ignoring her taunt I managed to reach the fridge, pulling it open and reaching in to grab a can of Pepsi. I quickly shook it up. Mei had dropped my legs and come around to see what I was doing. She bent towards me and I turned and opened the can into her face.
Some of the soda must have gone into Mei's eyes, and she covered up, cursing in Chinese. She got to her feet and blindly stumbled towards the bathroom. She  managed to make it to one of the sinks, but before she could rinse out the soda I came up behind her and kicked her between the legs. She let out a deep moan and I grabbed her hair and slammed her face into the marble countertop. I kept the grip on her hair and gave her another slam.
"Jesus!" Beth yelled. "Don't kill her, baby! I got plans for that pussy."
"Just making sure, babe," I promised. I'd released her hair and Mei had collapsed in a heap. She looked done, but I decided not to take any chances. I switched the drain closed on the sink and set it filling as I pulled Mei up to her feet. I bent her over the sink and pushed her face into the cold water, bringing her to life as she struggled in my grip. After about twenty seconds I pulled her head out of the sink by the hair and asked if she wanted to give up. She didn't answer quick enough and I gave her another dunk. The second time she came up I didn't even have time to ask before she yelled that she gave.
I wanted to just bend her over the sink and fuck her right there, but that wouldn't have made my wife too happy, so I frog-marched Mei back out into the main room and tossed her on one of the beds. My wife had already put on a strapon harness. It looked like we were going to play Suck or Fuck - Beth liked doing this with my defeated victims. The rule was that Beth would don her weapon - in this case a eight-inch sparkly neon pink number - and the loser would get to pick if they wanted to suck or fuck her dildo, with me taking the other spot. Mei picked the dildo for fuck, so we got her on all fours and I kneeled in front of her. Beth held her hips steady, savoring the anticipation. Mei pressed her face into the bed with a moan as Beth hilted the strapon in her. I pulled Mei's head up and presented her with my stiff cock. I was prepared to just fuck her face if necessary, but Mei leaned her head forward and took it into her mouth. She lifted her hands off the bed, wrapping her arms around my waist and holding on to my butt to steady herself as she went to work. Beth was taking it slow and so did Mei; I fought off the urge to close my eyes, wanting to take in the scene. Soon the only sound in the room was our breathing, Mei moaning around my cock, the wet slurping sounds of Beth's strapon, and my dick sliding between Mei's lips. This is what I'd fought for and I leaned back and enjoyed it. Beth started very slowly picking the pace up on Mei, eventually settling into a steady rhythm. This went on for a enjoyable couple minutes until I inevitably felt myself nearing a climax.
"Don't cum until he does," Beth barked, reading my body language. At this Mei switched techniques, keeping just the head in her mouth as she quickly jerked me off with her hand. Beth had timed this well and it came down to the wire. Mei pulled it off, if just barely, the first shot of cum flooding into her mouth as Beth pushed her over the edge. Mei kept sucking on my cock as she came, painfully so as her climax lasted longer than mine. Once she was spent she flopped to the bed. Beth gave me a hug and I excused myself, grabbing a camcorder out of our bag and filming as Beth shed her strapon. Mei came around from her afterglow and went back to work on Beth almost in the exact same position as when I'd first walked in. Without interruption, she got my wife off rather impressively. She'd been a good sport, so we let her shower and dress before throwing her out.
The next day we hastily checked out; another productive trip to Disney.