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.

Chores (F/F)

My wife actually wrote this one; I've tried to talk her into penning another story, but no luck yet.

The tub was in need of a clean and Gwen really, really didn't want to clean it.  It was one of her chores, true, but it was also kind of gross.  She decided to text her roommate, Nicole, at work and throw down a Chore Challenge.
Nicole did not take long to respond with her acceptance.  The bout would be that night.

Gwen moved the furniture in the living room out of the way and spread a few comforters on the floor.  One day, she promised herself she'd get a real mat of some kind.  She made sure to line the permiter of the comforter with pillows and cushions as well.  Finishing earlier than she anticipated, she curled up with a book on language history and waited for Nicole to get home.

After eating a light dinner (full bellies did not good wrestlers make) and changing into sports bras and panties, each girl kneeled in her corner of the comforter ring.  Nicole had a sensible bob of dark brown hair, honey eyes, sweet little b-cups and a modestly curvy butt.  She was taller than Gwen and had good reach.  What Gwen lacked in reach, she made up for in durability and a stubborn refusal to admit defeat except when coffee ice cream was on the line.  She had shoulder length chocolate hair that she like leaving wild and tangled. Her eyes were hazel and she had very large breasts.

Nicole made the first move, grabbing Gwen by the shoulders to pull her down.  Gwen let herself be pulled down only so far then pushed forward suddenly, ramming her head into Nicole's stomach.  Nicole fell back and Gwen was immediately on top of her friend.  She pinned Nicole's arms down with her knees and sat with her rear on Nicole's crotch.  Embarrassed, Nicole tried to wiggle her hands free but Gwen leaned forward, her body lying on top of her less breasty friend.  Gwen put her hands firmly on Nicole's shoulders.

"Be. Good!" She grinned.  Nicole grunted and kept trying to get free.  She stilled her movements when Gwen sat up and began to caress Nicole's breasts through her pink sports bra.  Gwen's concentration was now focused on Nicole's breasts so she was surprised when Nicole freed a hand and began shove Gwen off with some success.

Wrangling Nicole's free hand allowed the other hand to be freed and Nicole started to feel confident.  She knew if she could just reverse the situation and get Gwen on her back, she was likely to win if she could keep up her attack long enough and dangled the promise of coffee ice cream in front of Gwen's face once she was close to orgasm.

Gwen, however, was determined not to do clean the tub.  Grabbing both of Nicole's wrists with her hands, she forced them down above Nicole's head.  "So we're playing it this way, huh?" She knew she was being cocky but it was just so much fun to have Nicole helpless underneath her that she just had to gloat.  She wriggled herself down Nicole's body, keeping Nicole's wrists locked down, giving herself access to Nicole's breasts.  She grabbed hold of the sports bra material with her teeth and managed to pull it up and off her friend's breasts.  Licking gently at first, she circled each of Nicole's nipples in turn with her tongue.

Nicole strained against Gwen, bucking up with her hips in an attempt to dislodge Gwen.  She wasn't going to lose so quickly but damned if Gwen didn't have a talent for making losing fun. Gwen kept up her tantalizing attack on Nicole's nipples.  When she felt her friend start to give in, Gwen was struck with an idea to cut Nicole's resistance to zero.  Timing her move carefully, Gwen swung herself off of Nicole, keeping her friend's wrists pinned to the bed.  Gwen was now kneeling at her friend's side but before Nicole could react properly, Gwen was already maneuvering again.  Now managing to keep Nicole's wrists pinned with only one hand, Gwen quickly starting pulling Nicole onto her stomach.  Nicole had just been rolled onto her side when she started fighting again, getting both of her hands free and going straight for Gwen's breasts.  Gwen was ready, though.  She straddled Nicole's legs, fending off Nicole's hands with her own.  Once on top again, she parried Nicole's attack long enough to finish flipping her friend.  Nicole was on her stomach and could only blindly flail backwards at her friend.  Gwen pulled Nicole's shorts down, exposing a deliciously round butt.

She brought both her hands down on Nicole's rear with a slap.  Enjoying the sound, Gwen slapped each cheek in turn.  She paused every few slaps to squeeze her friend's cheeks, spreading them apart.  When her friend's bottom had reddened, Gwen decided to reward her friend with a kiss on each abused cheek.  Liking the idea of Nicole not even being able to reach her now, Gwen decided to start licking her friend's bottom.  Nicole was able to raise herself up on all fours, presumably to leverage herself into a kneeling position to go on the offensive.  She neglected to remember that more sensitive parts where now open to Gwen's tongue.

Gwen was able to keep her friend from moving by planting her mouth on Nicole's pussy and holding her hips in place.  Nicole surrendered, realizing she would have probably had to clean the tub anyway.  Nicole promised herself she would put up a much better fight next time.  After she came, she decided that maybe she'd wait to make her big comeback until the time after the next time.  Losing was just too good.