Chapter 1
You can imagine my shock when my teenage niece Patti showed up at the sexfight club. It was a lazy Thursday evening and I was sitting in the stands waiting for my ex-wife's match, half-watching the endless undercard, and suddenly there was Patti, walking down to the ring holding her cheap white bathrobe closed. She slid under the ring, shivering (out of nerves; it had to be almost 90 degrees in there) as the announcer introduced her opponent, "Little Jimmy" Pescadero.
You're always supposed to lose your first match, but I thought that putting her up against this guy was downright mean - "Little" is an ironic nickname, and there was no way Patti was getting out of that ring without Jimmy's full ten inches going down her throat or up her pussy. Jimmy's only item of clothing, a bright pink T-backed thong that was basically a sock for his cock and balls, was already straining to hold in his unit.
Patti shucked her robe to reveal a modest one-piece swimsuit I remembered from a visit to Jones Beach a few years ago. I cast my appraising eye over both fighters: Jimmy was 6'1" and ripped, his buzz-cut head already shiny with sweat in the heat and under the lights. Patti's 5'8" and chunky, at least 210 pounds with double D's her swimsuit was straining to contain and a ass big enough to serve dinner on.
At least her long brown hair wasn't loose and easy to grab - she'd tied it back in a braid that reached halfway down her back. Just looking at her green eyes I could tell she was scared, her slightly square jaw set, and her big lips pressed closed. The harsh lights really brought out her freckles; I found I always already thinking up more flattering outfits for her to wear in future matches as she absentmindedly brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ears.
The bell rang and to say I was worried about my niece was an understatement; matches went to a 10 count pin or submission, but since it's a sexfight club, pinning your opponent before you make them cum is very bad form (and you'd have to either do that or totally knock them out to get someone to lay there for a ten count anyway).
Right from the get go I could see that Patti was green as grass. Jimmy walked right up to her and kicked her hard in the gut, and she bent over, holding herself and groaning. He went behind her and bulldogged her face into the mat, then climbed on top of her, getting her arms in a full nelson and grinding his cock against her big ass through their suits. When he got tired of this he released her just long enough to pull the straps of her suit down, then forced her into a camel clutch, giving the half empty hall a great view of her big tits. He started working her breasts over, alternating kneading and milking motions with painful nipple pulls and slaps. Patti's face had gone beet red as she writhed under Jimmy, apparently with no idea what to do.
Finally Jimmy released the hold and rolled her over. He laid some stomps into her stomach, then paused to shuck his suit as Patti lay gasping, covering her midsection. Jimmy rolled her onto her back and straddled her, sliding up her body and aiming his cock at her mouth, probably going for a finishing, humiliating face fuck.
Patti did manage to get at least one good shot as she reached out and grabbed Jimmy's nuts. I didn't have a great angle to see what she was doing, but it didn't take much imagination as Jimmy let out a high-pitched scream and fell off her. Patti foolishly let go of his balls and climbed on top of him in a pin attempt; there was no way this was going to work, even with all of her weight holding him down, and he threw her off at four. They both got up and Patti missed the obvious cue to keep at Jimmy's junk as she instead offered him a lockup. Jimmy took it and no sooner had their hands locked than his foot lashed out into her stomach. Patti groaned and couldn't stop him from pushing her down to her knees. He scooted forward and started rubbing the head of his cock over Patti's lips. She tried to blow it away like a bug. This didn't work and he forced his dick between her lips. Patti gagged as he started fucking her mouth. He couldn't quite get the last two inches in there, but he was sure trying as Patti choked on his unit. He forced her down to the mat in one smooth move, pistoning his rod in and out of Patti's mouth as she ineffectively kicked under him. I hoped he would just nut in her mouth and end the match, but of course he wanted more, so he pulled off before he came, grabbing Patti's long hair with his left hand and slapping her face with his right. Fat tears were running down my niece's face as Jimmy bitchslapped her. Finally he let go with his left hand as his right delivered a devastating punch to the face that laid Patti out for the count.
Jimmy could have just pinned her now, but instead he slid down between her legs, hefting her big thighs on his shoulders. He pushed into her and Patti let out a moan that went up two octaves as he forced every inch into her pussy. Jimmy started fucking her, hard, her big tits bouncing as he slammed his hips into her. I don't know if she came, but it was pretty obvious when Jimmy did, his grunts turning into a loud groan of pleasure as he spurting into her pussy, his thrusts becoming spastic as he finished in my niece.
When he pulled out Patti was clearly done, laying limp on the mat covered in sweat, with Jimmy's cum oozing out of her cunt, but technically he hadn't pinned her yet. Jimmy pulled her up to her feet, then stuck her head between his legs, facing down; he flipped Patti up onto his shoulders (apparently cream pie-ing himself in the process), then slammed her down with a ring-shaking powerbomb.
Patti looked dead as Jimmy came over and straddled her face, laying his sweaty nuts over her mouth as the ref counted the academic pitfall. When her hand hit the mat for 10 Jimmy climbed off, planting a foot on Patti's face as he blew kisses to the crowd, then took a deep bow and left the ring. Two other refs had to come out and help Patti to the back.
I waited a week before inviting Patti over for dinner to talk about her future at the club.
Chapter 2
When I invited my niece over to discuss the asswhooping I'd seen her take at the sexfighting club, I was prepared for a very awkward conversation; but it turned out that not only did Patti know about my membership, she'd been making copies of my VHS and DVD collections of my matches. I told her that her mom would kill her and then me if she found out, but Patti said she wanted to keep doing it; she turned her big green eyes on me in a puppy dog look. I agreed to be her manager and she jumped out of her seat, and squealing "Uncle Rick!" while crushing me in a bearhug.
I got to work training her, but we had a time limit - club rule is that you need to wrestle within 90 days unless you have a doctor's note (like mine - I semi-retired from the club a few years back after falling off the top of a steel cage and fucking up my shoulder). We got to work on her conditioning; her body shape didn't change too much as she only lost a few pounds, but she went from being just a big pudgy girl into having a kind of fit fat girl thing. I also showed her some very basic moves, but more of that would have to wait until after her next match. I booked her for a match with the daughter of my buddy Jim - his girl, Nora, was 1-3 (with a big goose egg against girls), and we figured this match should end up as a confidence booster for one of them at least.
Nora and Patti ended up at the very bottom of the card on a sleepy, rainy Thursday night, ending up even lower than one of the perennially unpopular "GILF" bouts, this one matching up Mrs. Jennifer Tyne, age 67, against Miss Roberta Quackenbush, age 64. At least this meant almost nobody would be in the stands for what I was sure would probably be a mess of a match.
Patti was still in her swimsuit from the first match (I made a note to get her some outfits), and she certainly looked impressive towering over Nora, who at 5'4" was giving up a good four inches and 60 pounds to her opponent. I'd seen Nora wrestle before but cast my eye over her anyway - average build, pert B cups, no butt, long legs. She'd cut her black hair into a short wave that barely reached past her ears - probably to avoid it getting grabbed - and was wearing a red and white polka dot two piece. She waved to her dad in the stands who was madly blowing her kisses. Patti rolled her eyes and turned to me; I gave her a thumbs up.
Right from the bell my worst fears were realized. The sound of the bell hadn't even faded before Patti fell for the oldest trick in the book, shaking hands with Nora, who then kicked my niece right between the legs. Patti fell to her knees groaning and Nora pushed her down to the mat, going for a ridiculous pinfall attempt that got to two before Patti heaved her off. Both fighters got to their knees and Nora lunged at Patti, grabbing her hair and pulling her head down into Nora's rising knee. Patti screamed and covered her face, and Nora slammed her head to the mat with a big DDT. Nora started stomping on Patti's head as my dazed niece tried to get up. She managed to get to her knees and nailed Nora with a hard elbow to the stomach that made her back off. This gave Patti enough breathing room to get to her feet and the two fighters closed again.
Patti tried to go for what looked like a bearhug (a move I'd taught her to try to capitalize on her strength), but she walked into a hard kick to the stomach. She bent over for a second, long enough for Nora to grab her hair and pull her head up. Patti looked right into Nora's face for a second before Nora hit her with a headbutt.
Patti went down on her back and I could see blood between the fingers she was pressing into her face. Nora laid a stomp deep into her stomach, and Patti gagged, trying to cover both her face and gut. I yelled at her to get up and Patti started slowly rolling on to her stomach. Nora, to the delight of all 12 people in the audience, reached behind her own back and undid her top, her small pink nipples already hard. She stalked Patti, waiting until my niece was up on all fours, then coming in and wrapping her top around Patti's neck and choking her.
Of course the ref let her do this, starting a 30 count instead of calling a foul like she should have. She counted slowly, and Patti's face turned beet red as she clawed uselessly at the bikini top around her neck. To add some humiliation Nora held the top with just her right hand, spanking Patti's big ass with her left, then pulling her suit up her crack and giving her a wedgie.
At 30 the ref finally made Nora release the choke, causing Patti to collapse to the mat, gagging and coughing. Nora didn't give her any chance to recover, burying her foot in my niece's stomach, then rolling her onto her back and going for a pin.
At least Patti had enough sense to kick out, throwing Nora off her at eight. It looked like Nora had thought the match was over and was too slow to capitalize as a still-hurt Patti lumbered to her feet, coming in and picking Nora up in bearhug.
I'd been hoping for her to do this all match, and it was beautiful. She had Nora's arms pinned to her sides and her opponent could only kick her feet uselessly as Patti squeezed her. Like I'd shown her she leaned back, taking Nora's feet off the mat and shaking her like a ragdoll. Nora kicked blindly, her breath becoming rapid panting as she tried and failed to get out of the hold. I let a little seed of hope take root - surely Patti could just squeeze Nora unconscious, then throw her to the mat and cover her for a quick count. I couldn't see Nora's face, but I could see her starting to go limp as the ref came over to make sure she wasn't going to get squeezed to death. The ref made Patti break the hold, and my niece threw Nora to the mat, then looked at me for advice - I considered telling her to go for the cover, but that would look a little chickenshit. I yelled "Strip her!" and Patti nodded, quickly pulling off a unmoving Nora's bottoms. Patti balled them up and threw them over to me - I held on to them for safekeeping, her first trophy. Nora had just started stirring as Patti turned back to face her, and wasn't quick enough to avoid the big standing splash my niece aimed at her. Nora's legs flew up off the mat with the impact and I came out of my seat cheering as Patti hooked a leg and the ref started counting.
In her excitement Patti had forgotten one of the basics - instead of laying with all her weight on her opponent like I'd shown her, she was barely touching Nora, holding herself up with one hand. If she'd pressed her down I have no doubt she could have ended the match right here, but as it was Nora managed a weak kickout. Patti turned to me with a lost look on her face; apparently she didn't know what else to do. "Make her cum!" I screamed. Patti nodded and turned back to Nora, who had just barely started coming around. Patti bent over and kissed her opponent. This was a good start, but it seemed like she still needed a little help.
I yelled at Patti to do to Nora what she did to herself while masturbating, and this seemed to get through to her as Patti reached between her opponent's legs and started playing with her pussy. Nora had gone limp and I dared to believe that Patti could pull this off as she broke the kiss, moving down and leaning down over Nora's chest. She added a hesitant, clumsy oral attack, licking and sucking on Nora's hard little nipples. Nora started stirring, moaning and writing under Patti's attack. I hoped she would just lay there and let herself be finished off, but she started pushing against my niece. Patti pushed back, trying and failing to both hold Nora down and continue fingering her. Desperately she darted her head down at Nora's crotch, I think hoping to get her tongue into her opponent's pussy, but Nora swung her leg up, smacking her knee right into Patti's forehead with a scary thwack. Patti fell backwards, obviously dazed. Nora slowly got to her knees - I cursed as it looked like Patti had almost finished her off; her face was flushed and she seemed groggy.
Both fighters slowly got up to their feet, breathing heavily. Looking to pick up where she'd left off, Patti made a clumsy grab at Nora's crotch, but she was just a bit too slow and ate another knee - this one landed on her nose with a crunch. Patti went down and just like that the match was back in Nora's hands. I screamed at Patti to get up, but she just covered her face as Nora walked over, then pulled Patti back up to her feet, getting behind her and locking her arms around my niece's big stomach. Patti lolled in her grip for a second as Nora took a deep breath, then she nailed my girl with her finisher, an impressive release German suplex. All 200+ pounds of my niece went over Nora's head and she landed with a huge crash on the mat. Nora kicked her onto her back and sat down on Patti's face. My niece made a few weak kicks, but couldn't unseat Nora before the ten count. A victorious Nora climbed off her and posed with her foot on Patti's face.
The match was over and Patti had to face the music. Nora stripped her, then laid her out flat on her back in the middle of the ring. I'd told Patti what she could expect if she lost, but she still let out a theatrical groan right before Nora planted her bare pussy on my niece's face.
Despite the beating and humiliation my girl had taken, I thought she didn't put on a bad performance; she'd made a few rookie mistakes, and after fixing these I thought she'd be a formidable fighter.
That thought lasted about four days.
Chapter 3
I should have had another 3 months to train Patti before she had another match, and I figured I'd be able to get her trained up - her beating at Nora's hands had demonstrated that even if she was physically in better shape, she was still very raw and needed help with the fundamentals.
Unfortunately I didn't get more than a week to work with her before Patti found herself in her very first feud. At her last match one of the dozen people in the stands was Mrs. Rebecca Holt, former three-time women's sexfighting champ and mother to Brianna Holt, a up-and-coming fighter and also a real mean bitch. Either Rebecca decided that my niece would be a great notch on her daughter's belt because of her size, or Brianna just took a disliking to her, but at the next event Brianna came down to the ring and cut a really mean promo on Patti, calling her "Fatty Patti" and "Hamburger Patti" - which seemed like the kind of nicknames that would really stick, unfortunately.
There was no way to not do the match, even though I knew Patti was going to get killed. Even worse, it was booked for two weeks away. I barely had time to show Patti a few more moves before the night was upon us. I gave Patti a pep talk, telling her that she had size and strength on her opponent, and I almost convinced myself that Brianna would make a mistake Patti could capitalize on and maybe knock her out with one move. Or, with me in Patti's corner, maybe she could use her strength to back Brianna in there; the refs always gave a slow thirty count on a double team like that, and I was sure I could weaken Brianna enough for Patti to put her away. Of course it was just as likely that Brianna would be able to use her ring savvy to push Patti into her own corner, and I'd seen Rebecca reduce more than one formidable fighter into a quivering mess in that exact situation.
I'd done all I could and gave Patti a big hug before we came out of the back and hit the ring. I took Patti's robe as she walked the ring playing to the crowd (it was three or four times the size of her previous matches - all there to see Brianna). The crowd was mostly quiet for Patti, but as soon as Brianna stepped out from behind the curtain they came to life, clapping and cheering as she strutted down to the ring, her mom a few steps behind.
I have to give Brianna this - she's one of the most beautiful fighters in the league, with arresting blue eyes and big, pouty lips. From her her long blonde hair down to her delicately manicured toes she was a knockout. At 5'6" and 125 pounds she was sleekly muscled, sporting perky C cups and a tight butt. Her outfit didn't leave much to the imagination - she was wearing a lacy black bra and a small set of black lace panties. Why cover up a masterpiece, I suppose.
Brianna slid into the ring and bowed to her fans, then handed her robe to her mom. The bell rang to start the match and the fighters closed. Brianna offered a lockup, but Patti had enough sense not to fall for this. She tried to fake Brianna out by lifting her hands to accept and then kicking her in the stomach, but she wasn't quick enough to pull this off, and Brianna took a step back, catching Patti's leg and twisting it, dumping my niece on the mat. Brianna kept her grip on Patti's ankle and reached down to try and get the other one, but Patti drew her leg back and shot it straight into Brianna's face. In a beautiful moment Brianna went flying backwards, slamming into the mat on her back, holding her face and groaning. Patti got to her feet and walked over, reaching down to grab her opponent, but Brianna surprised her with a uppercut between the legs. Her mom clapped loudly as my niece sank to the mat on her knees, holding herself and looking like she was trying not to cry. Brianna stood up, took a step back, and then charged forward with a football punt that almost took Patti's head off, the blonde's foot snapping Patti's head backwards with a loud crack and putting her down on her back. Patti rubbed her jaw but otherwise didn't move as Brianna came up and kicked her over onto her chest. Brianna sat down on my niece's back, pulling Patti's arms back in a camel clutch position, but instead of hooking her hands under Patti's chin (or even reaching down for her tits like her opponent had in her debut match), Brianna just humiliated her, hooking her mouth and pulling up on her nose as Patti struggled under her. When Brianna got tired of this she got a handful of my niece's hair, pulling her head back and slapping her face with her other hand. Despite Patti's best efforts she was at her opponent's mercy, and it was only Brianna getting bored that lead to the end of the hold.
When Brianna released my niece, she didn't give her a moment to rest, pulling a winded Patti up to her feet. She managed to get Patti up for a powerslam, the crowd applauding her feat of strength before Brianna slammed my niece down to the mat. Without missing a beat Brianna dropped an elbow into Patti's stomach. She rolled Patti onto her chest and sat down on her back, facing her feet. She grabbed the bottom of my niece's suit, pulling it up into a T shape and giving her a wedgie. Then she started spanking Patti's big butt. I yelled for my niece to get up, but despite Patti wildly kicking her legs she couldn't unseat her opponent, who proceeded to humiliate her, working the wedgie and turning her ass red with spanks. I hoped that Patti would manage to get her arms under her and power out, but after a few minutes of Brianna spanking and taunting her I could tell this wouldn't end until Brianna got tired of it.
That took quite a while - Patti's butt was beet red by the time Brianna let her go. Eventually Brianna left off and let Patti up. Patti, sniffling, slowly got to her feet as Brianna danced around her, fists up. Brianna came at my niece swinging punches. Patti threw a big overhand slap, which her opponent dodged, and my niece left herself open for a vicious kick to the stomach. Patti bent over, heaving, and a smirking Brianna locked her into a front facelock, then slammed her to the mat with a DDT. Brianna got up on her knees, crawling over to her opponent and unzipped Patti's suit, then started working it down her body. As Brianna pulled it off her legs Patti managed to roll onto her back and aimed a big kick at her opponent. She just missed, her foot coming within a few inches of Brianna's jaw. Brianna laughed and dropped a double ax-handle into Patti's midsection. My niece covered her stomach and Brianna gave her bare tits a double nipple twist. Patti screamed and made a grab for her opponent's wrists, but she was too slow. Try as Patti might she couldn't defend herself, her tormentor's hands dancing up and down her body, delivering slaps, pinches, and grabs, attacking Patti from her pussy up to her face - here a hit to the stomach, there a slap that sent Patti's big left tit flying, a grab and wrench of my niece's nose, a quick pussy squeeze that had Patti groaning in agony.
When Brianna got bored of this she stunned Patti with a left hook to the jaw, then seated herself on my niece's stomach. Brianna went for a choke, using both hands to cover my niece's nose and mouth. She kept this hold on long enough to almost put Patti out, waiting until my niece's eyes rolled back in her head. Brianna released the hold, leaving her opponent laying flat on her back. Brianna moved up to Patti's head, sitting down on the mat and pulling Patti towards her, cradling the back of my niece's head in her crotch, then wrapped her legs around Patti's neck in a figure four choke.
Patti weakly tried to pull Brianna's legs apart, but her strength was long spent. Slowly her arms fell away from her opponent's thighs. Patti's tongue fell out of her mouth, and my niece drooled as Brianna's lean, strong legs choked the fight out of her. The ref came over and lifted Patti's hand and let it drop, once, twice - Brianna released the choke just before the ref could do it a third time and end the match. Brianna could have easily pinned her opponent, but she was apparently set on humiliating her. Brianna got to her feet, pulling a limp Patti up with a taunt of "Get up, tubbo!" Brianna kept my niece in a headlock and started backing up, pushing Patti into the corner where her mom lurked. Patti had her eyes closed, but I could see her mouth form a surprised O as Rebecca grabbed her through the ropes and started working on her.
I had no doubt what Rebecca was doing - she'd definitely smeared some lube on the ringpost before the match, and she'd have one finger up my niece's ass while she worked Patti's pussy with the other hand. Patti let out a pitiful groan as Brianna held her steady. The ref started counting as the crowd cheered, half the arena getting a great show as Rebecca finger-fucked my niece.
At 30 the ref made Brianna and her mom break, but it was clear to everyone that the match was over anyway. Patti was limp and Brianna put her on the mat with a quick snapmare. Patti landed spread-eagled, barely stirring as Brianna pushed her legs apart and then sat down between her thighs. Brianna slid her foot between my niece's legs, carefully teasing her clit with her toes. The crowd was laughing and cheering the show as Brianna finished off my niece humiliatingly, Patti's hips bucking against the air, eyes closed, as her opponent made her cum.
A triumphant Brianna got the academic pinfall, standing over Patti and putting one bare foot on her stomach. She held her arms over her head in victory as the ref counted ten, then ran over to hug her mom. I hoped that was it - Brianna had certainly shown her dominance, and there was a chance she'd just head to the back instead of getting herself off. This proved to be a futile hope as Brianna came back over for her victory facesit, plopping herself on my niece's face, pointed at her feet. She reached down and held on to my defeated niece's tits as she started her ride. The arena was respectfully silent as Brianna fucked Patti's face, throwing her head back with a scream of pleasure as she climaxed.
Patti was 0-3.
Chapter 4
Patti cried a little bit after her loss, but she started getting over it pretty quickly; she's a tough girl. I tried to help her chalk it up as a learning experience and move on, but we weren't so lucky. I don't know what more Brianna thought she could do to my niece, but next week she pulled some strings and got herself booked into a tag match against a team of Patti and myself. When I first heard about this I assumed it was me and Patti versus Brianna and her mom Rebecca, and I was a little surprised when it ended up being me and Patti versus Brianna and her best friend Caitlin instead. I had a lot of respect for Rebecca's ring skills - I'd wrestled her three times and lost three times, once after she almost broke my leg, and another time after she made me beg into the house mic after jerking me off into my own face - but against these two girls I felt our chances were pretty good. It wasn't the first time I'd been underestimated; It made it back to me that they apparently thought I was an over the hill old dude (my ex-wife Cheryl passed this on with some amusement, telling me not to make myself look bad by actually losing).
I made sure we looked our best. I broke out my lucky hot pink T-backed thong, and took Patti shopping - she got herself a matching pink one-piece, edged with white, and new white ring boots. I also did a little research on Caitlin; she seemed like the typical sidekick kind of girl, a very plain brunette who was a little shorter and a lot less glamorous than her tag partner. Her body at least was in great shape - at 5'5" and 130 pounds she was slightly heaver than Brianna, with bigger boobs and a much larger butt. The plan was that I would handle Caitlin and leave Patti to tackle Brianna as much as she could, although I always tried to stick to the adage that no battle plan survives contact with the enemy.
We were out first the night of the fight; I got a nice hand from the older audience members, while Patti got a few enthusiastic wooo's - whether out of pity or if she had her first fans I'm not sure. Then out came Brianna and Caitlin, sporting matching lacy black bra and panty sets. I'll admit they looked great, every curve on their young bodies standing out as they strutted to the ring like they owned the place. I took my spot outside the ring and Caitlin did likewise, leaving Patti and Brianna to start.
"Come on, chubster," Brianna taunted, waving my niece on. Patti came at her cautiously; when they got close enough Patti lunged at Brianna trying to grab her, but her opponent ducked under her arms and kicked my niece in the crotch. Patti covered herself, leaving herself defenseless as Brianna dropped to the mat and swept her legs out from under her. It wasn't even 30 seconds into the match and Patti was already down as Brianna screamed "Get up, lardass!"
My niece started getting to her feet - despite my best efforts, she hadn't mastered rolling away and up yet - and Brianna came in when she was just on her knees, kicking her right across the chest. Patti covered her boobs, leaving Brianna free to grab two handfuls of hair, which she used to slam Patti down to the mat chest-first. Brianna grabbed both of Patti's wrists and pulled back, planting her foot in my niece's back and pushing down. Patti screamed as her arms were wrenched. "How's that, you fat fuck?!" Brianna taunted her. The ref came in to see if Patti wanted to give up, but she shook her head no. Brianna got bored of this and released the hold, planting her foot on the back of Patti's head and grinding my niece's face into the mat.
Brianna took a quick victory lap, telling the crowd "that fat cunt" was already finished, before turning back to my niece. Patti had managed to get up to her feet and the fighters closed again. Patti surprised Brianna with a big slap, staggering her and almost knocking her down. Patti grabbed her in a bearhug and for a second I thought she might have won the match with one move. Unfortunately Patti left her opponent's arms free, and she only managed one big squeeze before Brianna raked her nails down my niece's face. Patti released her opponent, whimpering and checking her face for blood (luckily, Brianna's short nails hadn't pierced the skin). Brianna took the opportunity to back into her corner, where she tagged her partner in.
I called for a tag as well and Patti came over and slapped hands with me. I slid between the ropes and squared off with my opponent.
Caitlin offered a lockup, but I could see from her stance it was a trap; her legs were a little too far back, braced for a kick, probably aimed at my crotch. Instead I charged her. Caitlin yelped in surprise and tried to back up, but it was too late as I slammed my shoulder into her midsection. I heard a satisfying grunt as I knocked the air out of her. I picked her up, then powerslammed her to the mat. Caitlin had enough ring savvy to start getting up right away even though she looked dazed. I stalked her, charging in and bending her over with a quick kick in her stomach, then lifted her over my head in a suplex. She hit the mat with a rewarding groan as the air was knocked out of her. I pulled her up to her feet and tossed her into the ropes, meeting her as she bounced back with my signature dropkick. I'd lost a few inches off my vertical leap, but I still got both feet squarely in her face, sending her flying to land in a moaning heap. I ignored the applause coming from the stands as I walked over to Caitlin and quickly stripped her, tossing her bra and panties to my niece. My opponent just started groggily coming around and I picked her up, keeping her bent over in a headlock. Caitlin's inexperience showed as she let me walk her over to my corner; she made one blind grab for my cock. This missed and before she could try again I backed her in to the corner and Patti went to work.
I couldn't see what Patti was doing, but it was effective - a moaning Caitlin quickly started going limp in my grip as the ref came over to start counting. It must have been a long thirty seconds for Caitlin as she was completely unable to stand when the referee finally called for a break. I lead Caitlin a few steps out of the corner, then threw her to the mat.
I'd given some thought on how to finish Caitlin off and decided that simple was best - so I stripped off my thong, laid her flat on her back (stopping to stuff my suit in her mouth), pushed her legs apart, and gave myself a few strokes to make sure I was nice and hard. By now it had donned on Brianna what was about to happen to her partner and she was going crazy in her corner, but there was nothing she could do as I sealed Caitlin's doom, pushing into her tight cunt with a moan. I laid on top of her and started fucking her roughly, counting on Patti's earlier work to make sure Caitlin came before I did.
It wasn't even close - a dozen pumps and I could feel my opponent's body twitching under me as she started cumming. She reached up, hugging me closer as I finished her off with quick strokes. My suit had fallen out of her mouth and she moaned with every thrust as I shortened up, not taking any chances. Her fingers dug into my back as she rode her climax in the middle of the ring, her pussy squeezing me as she came.
She was well and truly finished by the time I pulled out, wrecked and gasping on the mat.
For the pin I slid forward, pushing my cock, still slick with her juices, inbetween her lips, hearing her gag as my balls hit her chin.
I'll admit I felt a little bad for the kid - she hadn't done anything to me or my niece. But I wanted to send a message, and as I locked eyes with a furious Brianna across the ring, I could tell I'd succeeded. The ref came over and counted ten and I pulled my dick out of Caitlin's mouth. She was so limp I had to wait as the ref dragged her out of the ring.
This was the moment I'd been waiting for as a steaming Brianna stepped between the ropes, immediately charging me with a Amazon war scream. I simply sidestepped and she barreled past me, unable to stop herself from smacking into the ropes. She hit them and instead of bouncing off managed to awkwardly catch herself. This was probably a mistake as before she could turn around I'd come up behind her and nailed her with a dropkick to the back of the head. She almost went over the top with the impact, hugging the ropes for dear life in shock. I grabbed her and pulled her off the ropes, giving her a high-angle suplex that left her groaning on the mat. I sat down on her chest and started punching her in the face - two, three, four hits. I heard Patti yelling for a tag, and I figured it was only fair; Patti wanted revenge, and I wanted to give it to her. I left a dazed Brianna laying on the mat and walked over to our corner, slapping hands with Patti, who climbed into the ring and walked over to her opponent's supine form. Patti jumped in the air, her big ass landing square on Brianna's taut stomach. All of the air went out of Brianna in one gasp. Patti stripped her opponent's top off, pulling Brianna's upper body off the mat to reach around to her back and undo the clasps. A panting Brianna tried to stop her, but she was too weak, and after Patti got her top off, Brianna ate a vicious backhand that put her back down on the mat. Patti grabbed a handful of Brianna's blonde locks and landed a devastating straight punch with her other hand. Patti gave her another punch, then a third and a fourth, until blood started leaking out of Brianna's nose. One more punch set her right eye swelling. Patti lifted her hips up in the air before slamming then back down on Brianna's stomach, a move she repeated twice until her opponent was retching under her. Patti got off Brianna and stripped her bottoms off, tossing them to me (I gave them to Patti after the match as a souvenir). With Brianna on the ropes, I called for a double team. Patti Irish whipped Brianna into our corner. Where Caitlin had been disabled by pleasure, we were taking a different tack with Briana - I reached through the ropes and grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her, leaving a helpless Brianna facing my approaching niece. The ref came over to start counting the double team as Patti laid into our trapped opponent.
Patti started out with punches, slamming her fist into Brianna's stomach a few times just to keep her winded, then giving her jaw a few hits. Brianna started sagging in my grasp and Patti slapped her hard across the face before moving on to her main target: Brianna's beautiful breasts. I'd gotten my ex-wife to give Patti a few lessons, and my niece put them to work as she attacked Brianna's boobs with open-handed slaps - some side to side, sending them flying; some up and down, with enough force to almost hit Brianna in the face with her own tits; and some straight-on, pancaking them against Brianna's ribs. By the count of 15 Brianna was whimpering with every slap to her bruising chest. Patti didn't let up, mixing nipple twists and tit squeezes in with her punches and slaps. Tears started streaming down Brianna's face as my niece tortured her aching tits. At 20, Patti locked on a pussy claw, and Brianna was soon wailing in agony as Patti squeezed her cunt. The ref asked Brianna if she wanted to give up; Brianna shook her head no, ensuring she suffered at Patti's merciless hands until the ref hit 30.
At the count of thirty the ref made us break. I released Brianna, who fell to the mat covering herself. Patti dragged Brianna back to the center of the ring, then slung her opponent over her knee, ass up in the air. Patti started spanking her, with Brianna now opening sobbing in humiliation and pain. She was too weak to fight off her tormentor and the crowd had turned on her, cheering Patti on as she treated her opponent like a misbehaving child. By the time Patti flipped a beaten Brianna off her knee it looked like the fight was over
Patti pulled Brianna up to her feet- carefully; all it would take here was one uppercut to the pussy to swing the momentum back to Brianna - then flipped her opponent up so that Brianna was sitting on Patti's shoulders. My niece debuted her new finisher - a release powerbomb. Brianna was thrown down to the mat with a match-ending crash.
Brianna looked out cold as Patti went for the academic pinfall, putting her foot on Brianna's face as the ref came over and counted ten. The crowd went nuts; beautiful Brianna had been unseated by a fat jobber and her over the hill, semi-retired uncle. Now it was time to celebrate. Patti shed her suit to applause (and a few exaggerated groans) and sat down on Brianna's face. Caitlin had sheepishly climbed back into the ring to face the music. I climbed between the ropes a well, leaning back first against the ringpost and beckoned Caitlin over. I told her to blow me and with a submissive bow of her head Caitlin got to work, running her tongue over my tip before locking her lips around my shaft. I guessed someone had taught her to suck cock as she deepthroated me, taking every inch like a pro. (Sometimes it's the plain ones to go for, guys; they'll work hard to keep you happy.) I had a great view of Patti getting herself off of a twitching Brianna as Caitlin slurped on my rod, one hand massaging my balls. I felt myself getting ready to cum and Caitlin switched grips, sliding one hand and her lips up and down my cock. I reached down to grab her shoulders as I started cumming, panting in victory as my defeated opponent greedily swallowed my load. She sucked me dry, squeezing my cock like a toothpaste tube trying to get the last drop out. I had to push her away as this was a little too much right after my orgasm. I turned her around so we could both watch as Patti reached her own climax, reaching behind her and pulling Brianna's face up, even deeper into her crotch as Patti screamed in orgasmic joy.
My niece had her first victory, and what a sweet one it was.
Thursday, July 14, 2016
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Park Prowling II (F/F, M/F)
We were pretty happy with how our last trip turned out, but, of course, we eventually got bored again - six weeks later we were back at Disney as Roger and Eliza Blue from Kansas City. It was good hunting; the Magic Kingdom was doing Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween, which meant a lot of really under-dressed women. I was spoiled for choice, and before I could really settle on a target a rain squall came up, and I made a beeline for the monorail. I found myself in a car with a tan redhead wearing a barely there Ariel outfit - the top was two clam-shell pasties, and the bottom a sparkling green miniskirt. She'd missed her friends and this was the opening I needed to start talking to her. I didn't take long to figure out she was a natural show-off, and she lapped up all the attention I paid her. I made a show of yawning, letting my Epcot shirt slip up to show my abs; her greedy leer was all the proof I needed that I'd be able to reel her in. I set the trap carefully:
"I hope you don't mind me saying, but you're the second hottest Ariel I've ever seen."
This had the desired effect: "SECOND hottest?!"
Laughing apologetically, I told her I'd be in big trouble if I didn't say my wife was hotter. Then I turned on the charm, asking her about herself - her name was Mandi, age 23, from Fort Lauderdale, here with a bunch of her female friends. By the time the monorail was coming to my resort, I asked if she wanted to come back to my room and dry off. She nodded with a smile and texted her friends saying she'd catch up with them later while I texted my wife letting her know we were in business.
I used my magic band to open the door and held it open for Mandi. She stepped into the bathroom and peeled off her pasties, then unzipped the miniskirt. I took her in - she was about 5'4", her red hair pulled into two long braids, clearly lightened up by the sun. Her face was a little unremarkable - brown eyes, slightly long nose, small upturned mouth. Her body was the real attraction, a beautiful set of B cups (albeit slightly strange looking with pale skin where the pasties had covered them), a flat stomach, toned arms and legs. She caught me looking and walked over: "Like what you see?" She yanked my shorts down and squeezed my cock through my underwear. "I guess so!"
I leaned in and we started making out. She pulled my shirt off and then pushed me out of the bathroom, pulling me over to one of the beds in the room. She shimmied out of her panties as I slid off my shorts and underwear, leaving us both fully stripped. She laid down on the bed and gave me a come-here finger waggle. That was all the invitation I needed and I got on top of her, sucking briefly on her neck, then slowly working my way down her body. I stopped to worship her tits as she reached out and gave my cock a few strokes. I kissed my way down her stomach. She opened her legs and I slid down, licking her inner thighs. I spread her legs wide and she giggled as I blew against her pussy. Then I dived in.
I was just getting into this when my wife came in. She gave her well-practiced "What the fuck!" scream and I got out of Mandi's way as she yelped in surprise. When Mandi saw who it was she gave out a mean laugh, getting to her feet as my wife walked into the room.
The two women faced off and just looking at them, my wife was in way over her head (which is nothing new of course). She's all of 5'2" with delicate facial features that mostly spoiled the threatening grimace she was trying to pull off. Her naturally red hair - pulled into two pigtails that made her look even younger - was fairly dark in contrast to Mandi's locks. Despite my wife's short height there was no mistaking the curves in her hourglass shape - she was packing a 36C chest on her small frame and a round, generous butt. She'd been applying her sunscreen diligently and her freckles still stood out on her skin. She was wearing a purple Minnie Mouse shirt and shorts while Mandi faced off against her totally naked.
"This is her?" Mandi sneered at my wife. "This shrimpy little girl is supposed to be hotter than me? I bet she could fit into a kid's costume!" She condescendingly patted Eliza on the top of her head. "Why don't you get the fuck out of here before you get hurt?"
Eliza surprised Mandi with a hard slap across the face and the fight was on. Eliza usually gets a free hit in - most people are so stunned by actually being hit they just stand there and take a followup shot. Mandi recovered too quickly for this and slapped my wife back with a snarl. Eliza punched Mandi hard in the stomach, backing the taller fighter off. Mandi put her hands up and they squared off throwing punches and slaps. At first Mandi's range gave her enough of an edge to keep my wife at bay, but when Eliza realized she was coming out on the losing end of the exchange she darted in, eating a vicious slap to the face but managing to close the distance. She grabbed Mandi's bare tits and squeezed. Mandi shrieked, reaching down and prying Eliza's hands off her boobs. This may have been Eliza's plan all along as Mandi left herself open long enough for Eliza to knee her in the crotch.
My wife took a step back as Mandi slowly sank to her knees, holding her pussy and breathing in panting gasps. Eliza backed up another step and then charged, kicking Mandi hard in the chest and knocking her down to the carpet on her back. Eliza came in to finish Mandi, but was surprised as Mandi lashed out with a kick, the heel of her foot going right between Eliza's legs. Eliza turned away, having to hold on to a chair to stay standing. Behind her Mandi used the dresser to pull herself up to her feet.
As Eliza turned back to her opponent I could see they were both hurting. Eliza struck first, darting forward with a punch aimed at Mandi's stomach. She hit, but Mandi was ready for her and flexed her stomach, leaving Eliza's fist to slide off inflicting very little damage. Mandi's counter-punch was a right hook to the jaw that had Eliza stumbling backwards, trying to stay vertical. Mandi followed her, pulling her opponent's shirt off and then hitting her with a knee strike to the stomach. Mandi unhooked Eliza's bra and went to tie my wife's hands, but Eliza desperately pushed her away, no doubt knowing that if Mandi succeeded with this move the fight was over. Foiled, Mandi tossed the bra aside, then nailed my reeling wife with a series of punches - left hook to the ribs, right uppercut to the stomach, straight left to the jaw, and then a finishing hook to Eliza's head that put my wife down on the carpet.
I realized that my wife could be in big trouble - she usually managed to overcome her short stature with her advanced fighting skills, but I could tell this wasn't Mandi's first fight, and without this advantage Eliza might be in deep shit. Mandi propped a limp, panting Eliza up, sitting with her back against the bed. Mandi kneeled in front of her, holding her opponent steady with her left hand on Eliza's shoulder, then started laying gut punches into my wife with her right hand.
Eliza gasped, groaned, and then wailed as each one of these hits landed; her stomach started bruising up as Mandi landed blow after blow in my wife's tummy. Eliza made a weak effort to cover her stomach with her hand, but this just drew Mandi's attention upwards as she stunned Eliza with a few hits to the face. Eliza's hand dropped and Mandi went back to work beating the fight out of her.
Finally Eliza fell over, gagging and holding her midsection as her opponent laughed. Mandi turned to me: "You think she's had enough?"
I walked over to my wife, who couldn't stand, and nudged her with my foot. "I think she's done."
"And who looked better in that Ariel outfit?!"
"You, of course." I grabbed my cock, which was rock hard. "Why don't we have some fun with her?"
Mandi looked down at Eliza, a cruel smile spreading across her face. "I plan to. Hey - what do you think she'd have done to me if she won?"
With a flourish I produced Eliza's duffel bag full of toys. Mandi pawed through it before coming out with Eliza's second-favorite strapon, a six-inch black number already attached to a harness. "Wow. Hey, help me into this."
I got her suited up, but as we went over to start having fun with Eliza, I saw she'd gotten back to her feet and had her fists up - it looked like, amazingly, Eliza still wanted to fight. Mandi laughed at her, perhaps not the smartest move as Eliza came in with surprising speed and slapped Mandi's right tit. It was an expert hit, Mandi howling in pain as Eliza drew back for another blow. Mandi covered her chest with both arms and Eliza hit her with a slap to the face, turning her opponent's head. Mandi took a step back and then surprised my wife, quickly dropping to her knees and sweeping Eliza's legs out with a low sweep kick. I didn't want to see my wife lose, but this was a beautiful move, and at this point I gave up on Eliza pulling off a comeback.
My wife still had some fight in her as she gamely tried to get up, but Mandi was on her, grabbing the shorter fighter's hair, slamming my wife's head into the floor a few times. Eliza was left dazed and unable to defend herself as Mandi landed a few more punches into her opponent's now deeply bruised stomach. Eliza lay on the carpet trying to recover as Mandi stepped over to the dresser. She opened one of the drawers, then grabbed my wife, pulling her up to her knees and laying her head half in the drawer. Mandi slammed it closed and Eliza fell down in a limp heap.
Mandi stood over my wife, pushing her onto her back with a bare foot. "You done?" Mandi asked. Eliza just groaned without opening her eyes. Mandi reached down and slapped her hard, but this just drew another groan. Mandi looked around and then grabbed the ice bucket, half full of melted ice and freezing water. She took off the lid and threw the whole thing in Eliza's face, which finally brought my wife around.
My poor wife was a mess: Crying, her face and hair dripping wet, her stomach a painful mass of bruises. Mandi told her to get up and Eliza shakily got to her feet. She still had her shorts and underwear on and Mandi told her to strip. Eliza obligingly slid her clothes down, shamelessly sobbing. Mandi told her she was a bad little girl and made my wife get over her victorious opponent's knee. Mandi spanked her, savoring every cry from my defeated wife. After Eliza's butt had turned an angry red, Mandi pushed her off, then forced my wife to her knees. Mandi grabbed Eliza's pigtails and started fucking my wife's mouth with her own strapon. Eliza groaned unhappily around the dildo as a laughing Mandi dominated her.
I hated to break this scene up, but I wanted to get in on this and asked Mandi if I could have a turn. She said to have some patience and threw me her phone. I got some pictures of Mandi humiliating my wife, making sure to keep Mandi's head cropped out and Eliza's face turned away from the camera.
Next up Mandi said there was something she'd always wanted to try. She released a gasping Eliza's hair and laid down on the carpet, hands behind her head. She motioned for Eliza to sit down on her strapon. Eliza came over and straddled Mandi, spreading her own lower lips apart with two fingers. She slowly sat down, impaling herself on the dildo.
"Keep going!" Mandi barked. "All the way down!" Eliza obliged, hilting herself. "Now start fucking me!" With a moan Eliza did as she was told, slowly moving her hips up and down on the plastic cock. "Fuck, this is nice," Mandi noted conversationally. "You like it when she does this to you?"
"Sure do."
"I bet! Well, if you want to fuck her mouth, now's the time." I stood with my feet on either side of Mandi's head and grabbed Eliza's pigtails. Knowing what was coming, she took a deep breath before I pushed my cock into her mouth. Eliza's a pro and kept fucking Mandi's strapon even as I roughly thrust my cock between her lips. Eliza had started her ride slowly, but picked up speed as she got into it; I was glad that I had her pigtails to hang on to as I pistoned my dick in and out of her small mouth. Soon Eliza couldn't stand it anymore - I could tell from her hip movements getting frenzied and erratic that she was almost there. Mandi rooted her on, telling her to cum like the little loser slut she was, and Eliza moaned loudly around my rod as she started climaxing, one hand rubbing her clit and the other holding on to Mandi for dear life. I pulled out so just the tip of my cock was pressed against her lips, not wanting her to accidentally bite down. Eliza let out a long, loud, moaning wail as she rode her climax, then went limp and fell off Mandi.
"Wow," Mandi said as she got up. "She's a screamer, huh?" She nudged Eliza with her foot. "I think I can get her to scream even louder, though. Help me with her." We dead-lifted Eliza up onto one of the beds, laying her down on her chest. Mandi shoved Eliza's head down, pressing her face into the pillows, then pushed her legs apart. Mandi lifted Eliza's hips up and gave her butt one last slap.
"You know what I'm gonna do now?" Mandi yelled at her. She slid her thumb into Eliza's ass, drawing a scared yelp from my wife.
"No!" Eliza wailed as Mandi pulled her thumb out. "Not my ass! Please! I'll do anything you want!"
"Of course you will," Mandi laughed. "Well, I'm feeling nice, so you can pick up where your man left off. If you make me cum, I guess you're off the hook. If not..." she pressed her thumb against my whimpering wife's butt. Eliza sobbed that she would do a great job, then told Mandi what a kind, beautiful lady she was at Mandi's prompting.
Mandi switched position, moving up to sit at the head of the bed, back against the headboard. She spread her legs and Eliza, laying on her chest, slid forward and dived in. Mandi moaned as Eliza started licking her tormentor's pussy. I enjoyed the show; I like to think I'm a pretty good pussy-eater, but my wife's a real pro. Mandi was soon squirming under her attention, digging her fingers into the bedspread. She started panting, then her hips started bucking as she cried out in passion. Then she was cumming, Eliza expertly guiding her through her climax as Mandi's eyes rolled back in her head.
I walked around to the head of the bed, watching as Mandi enjoyed her afterglow. She opened her eyes and smiled at me like the cat who ate the canary. She reached out and grabbed my hard cock, giving it a few strokes. "Aww, poor baby. You didn't get to cum yet, did you?" I shook my head no, looking as sad as I could. Her hand dropped down, cupping my balls. "You got a big load in here?" I nodded. "Well, come on then. Here, like this - "
Mandi had Eliza lay down on her back, feet facing the pillows, her head almost hanging off the end of the bed. Mandi got on all fours, her pussy a few inches from my wife's face, and waved me on to fuck her doggy style. I came up to the foot of the bed, rubbing the head of my cock against Mandi's dripping pussy. I pushed in with a moan. In this position we were fucking right over my wife's head, my balls almost dragging across her face with every stroke. I had gotten good and worked up fucking Eliza's mouth, and watching her licking Mandi to a climax hadn't exactly calmed me down. I had pinched the tip of my cock just before the first thrust, and used all my tricks to last as long as I could - Mandi didn't make it any easier, pulsing her pussy muscles as I fucked her.
As I was about to finish Mandi stopped me, reaching back and grabbing my cock. She pushed me over the edge with a few quick strokes, pointing the tip of my dick down so I shot my load on Eliza's face. "Open your mouth," Mandi commanded, some of my cum flinging onto my wife's protruding tongue, the rest landing on her face, hair, and some on the blanket she was laying on.
Mandi and I climbed off the bed, leaving Eliza laying on top of the covers. She was a mess - her face was covered with sweat, melted ice water, Mandi's juices and my cum. Mandi admired her handiwork for a moment before taking off the strapon. Her outfit was barely dry, but I helped her back into it. She left me her cell number in case my wife wanted a rematch and was on her way.
It took Eliza two days to recover from the fight. I didn't like seeing get her hurt, but I have to admit it's a turn-on seeing her losing and getting humiliated sometimes. She'd lost like this before, of course, and I knew she'd be looking for a doozy to pit me against when she went out prowling. It was a nervous few hours in the resort lobby before I got the text telling me to come back to the room for my fight.
I knew her well enough that there were three strong possibilities I was facing. The least scary would be a male bodybuilder - their sheer power would make them dangerous, but I've beaten them before and knew how to break them down. The second choice would be one of our fellow park prowlers. This was a scarier thought, but it's not often done and I wasn't counting on it. The last choice would be an Amazon; some of the high school women's basketball & cheerleading teams that came on Disney trips had some absolutely huge girls (you don't think of cheerleaders as being big, but the bottom pyramid girls were often over six feet).
I took a deep breath and opened the door. I walked into the room and stopped short as I beheld my opponent: A 6'5" (in bare feet!) brunette. As she saw me she theatrically cracked her knuckles. She asked my wife in a southern baritone: "Is this him?"
"That's him, Sarah!" my wife squealed, hiding behind her fighter for good measure. Holy shit. My eyes took the long trip from Sarah's head to her feet: Her brown hair was up in a long ponytail, a few spare tendrils hanging down over her brown eyes. Her heart-shaped face was pretty enough, although it was currently fixed into a mean sneer. I moved my gaze down her huge body - long lanky arms, big hands, legs almost as tall as my wife's entire body. She was wearing a red tank top with Ariel's face on it and cargo shorts; she'd already taken off her shoes and socks.
This was not good. Thinking quick, the only plan I could come up with was to get in close and try to work down one of her joints; if she was able to use her range to keep me away I'd be in deep shit. I'm in pretty good shape (benefit of not needing to work is we have plenty of time to work out), but that wouldn't do me any good if I couldn't land any hits.
All this went through my mind as I took off my own footwear. I was still wearing my throwback Mickey shirt and jean shorts as Sarah put her fists up and came at me.
Her first punch was a overhand right that came on like a rushing train. I went under it, trying to get close enough to grapple with my opponent. I reached down for her right knee, and I was in luck as she'd strongly overcomitted to her punch - a beginner's mistake. I managed to get both hands on her huge right leg; normally I'd be able to yank my opponent's leg out and dump her on her butt, but her thigh was so big I was left fruitlessly pulling on it, and Sarah brought her elbow smashing down on top of my head. I was knocked down, landing on my face on the carpet, in big trouble. Sarah lifted her right leg and stomped it down into my back. In a daze I rolled over, watching in slow motion as Sarah lifted her leg up for another stomp, this one aimed at my face.
If this landed I pictured my head exploding like a grape. I just managed to roll away, coming to one of the beds that I used to pull myself up to my feet. Sarah grunted in annoyance and came after me. She launched a big slap, overcomitting again. I knew I had to take advantage of her mistakes and I darted around to her right side, lashing out with a kick that slammed into the back of her knee. Sarah yelled in surprise, falling backwards like a felled tree, her back slamming into the carpeted floor.
Sarah rolled over on to her stomach in preparation for getting up and I pounced. I repaid her earlier stomp, driving my right foot into the back of her head. Sarah groaned and got up to her hands and feet. I went around to her side and slammed a kick into her stomach. I could tell she was hurting, but I still had a lot of work to do as she lumbered to her feet.
Sarah seemed to have figured out that her strikes were too slow and clumsy as she opened her arms wide and tried to grab me in a bearhug. I let her get close, then kicked her between the legs. This stopped her cold. I tried to move in on her, but she wasn't as stunned as I had hoped and kept me away with a wild backhand. I had to back up, but she wasn't able to keep me away long - she was still overcommitting to her blows and had put way too much wild power into her swing. She left herself open and I came in on her, sinking my fist into her stomach. She groaned but stayed standing and came back with a huge slap that had me seeing stars. She kneed me in the stomach and I fell down to my knees. Sarah grabbed a handful of my short hair, pulling my head up so I was looking into her eyes, and drew her other hand back for a knockout punch.
This is a very dramatic way to end a fight, but I wasn't ready to be put away yet; Sarah left herself open and I slammed an uppercut between her legs. She released my hair and staggered backwards, cursing. I sprang to my feet and attacked, taking a short step toward her, slamming a punch into her long neck.
Sarah gagged, hands around her windpipe, coughing and wheezing. I had picked her right knee as my target to chop her down and smashed a kick into her right kneecap. She went down to one knee but managed to stay standing; I went around to her front and put her down with a huge right hook to the face.
Sarah hit the ground hard and I could tell she was hurting pretty bad. I wanted to make another pair of targets for myself, so I quickly pulled off her tank top and the white bra underneath, setting her massive DD tits free in the cool air-conditioned room. A groaning Sarah backed me off with some wild swings; I took a few steps back and let her use the bed to pull herself up to her feet.
Sarah was favoring her knee as she lumbered at me, hands wide in front of her. I knew she'd only throw too many whiffs before she wised up, and it looked like my luck had run out. I backed up with some idea of charging her, but as I ran at her she reached out and grabbed me around the neck with one big hand. I gagged as she squeezed and she lifted me straight up off the ground, holding me there as I kicked my legs uselessly before she slammed me down to the floor.
I was totally helpless as Sarah knelt down next to me. To repay my stripping her she pulled off my shirt, then got my shorts and underwear, leaving me naked but at least letting me recover slightly. As she reached for my cock I pounced, slamming a kick into the side of her head. Sarah had to put her arms down on the carpet, going to all fours, to avoid falling down. I rolled away from her and up to my feet. Sarah was next to the dresser and started using it to pull herself up. Before she could regain her footing I came up behind her and stunned her with a kick between the legs, then grabbed her head and slammed her face into the top of the dresser. A second one of these was enough to send Sarah back to the ground on her back.
I stomped on her hurt knee and Sarah screamed, covering it with her hands. This left the rest of her open and I reached in and grabbed her tits, squeezing and twisting. Sarah's hands came up to grab mine, but I released her chest and dropped a knee into her face. This left my opponent dazed, unable to even roll over and start getting up. I figured it was time to finish her off. I grabbed her legs and laid down on the ground, locking her into a figure four, overextending her injured right knee.
I knew as soon as I had the hold applied this was it for Sarah - even just putting the hold on had her groaning, and when I started pouring pressure on she screamed in agony. I eased up a little bit (no desire to really hurt her, I just wanted her to surrender) as Eliza came around to where Sarah lay on the carpet unabashedly sobbing.
"It's okay if you want to give up," my wife told her. "You did great!" Eliza cradled Sarah's head against her chest. "You had enough?"
Sarah nodded and I released the hold. The first thing I did was strip her the rest of the way,pulling her shorts and underwear down her long legs. Eliza got her a bag of ice that Sarah gratefully applied to her swelling leg.
What to do with my beaten opponent? I found myself wondering what my wife had told Sarah I'd done; I almost felt the cartoon lightbulb going off over my head as it came to me. I pointed at my wife:
"Eliza - finish her."
Sarah couldn't see her face, and my wife fixed me with a wicked smile. Slipping back into character, she begged me not to make her do this; but I gave her my sternest glare and told her if she didn't, I'd do it myself, and I wouldn't be kind. With that Eliza went to her bag, pulling out her strapon harness as a horrified Sarah watched in shock.
"No!" Sarah wailed. "Eliza, please! I only did this to help you!"
"I'm sorry," my wife said coldly, her eyes hard. I finished getting her into the strapon as Sarah blubbered in fear. Eliza climbed on top of Sarah, pushing her flat against the carpeted floor, then sliding down her body, lining the strapon up with my defeated opponent's pussy. Eliza gently parted Sarah's huge thighs, then pressed forward, guiding the strapon in as it slid between Eliza's pussy lips. I leaned in for a good look as Eliza started fucking a moaning Sarah. I have to admit getting quite turned on as my wife roughly thrust her fake cock in and out of Sarah, both at my wife's show of domination and the sheer size difference between the two women. I enjoyed the show, quickly getting hard as Sarah writhed under my wife. Eliza could have drawn this out, but I saw from her technique she was going for a quick finish - whether an act of mercy for my beaten opponent or petty revenge at denying me a longer show I don't know, and I guess it didn't matter. Before long Sarah was pulling my wife towards her, letting out a low, keening moan as she got closer to the edge. I saw her eyes roll back in her head as she came. Eliza let her down slowly, giving her shorter and shorter strokes until she stopped completely.
Sarah didn't have long to enjoy her bliss. It was time for me to get off. With my wife's help I got Sarah on all fours. My wife laid under her, crotch lined up with Sarah's face. She got two handfuls of Sarah's hair and pulled her head down and started fucking her mouth with the strapon, making Sarah taste her own juices. I got behind Sarah, pushing into her doggy style, moaning as I slid home in her warm pussy. I fucked her slowly, savoring my victory, giving her the longest strokes I could, relishing her gagged moans as my wife fucked her face. Despite myself my strokes started getting a little quicker as I got more excited. I grabbed Sarah's hips to steady myself and shortened up a little, grunting as I finished each thrust. My wife didn't help as she started egging me on, telling me how she wanted to see me shoot a big load in Sarah. She got her wish as I threw my head back, eyes closed, and started spurting into Sarah's pussy, giving her a few last erratic strokes as my wife cheered me on.
Finished. I gingerly pulled out. I could have punished Sarah further, but I think I'd had my fun; the poor lady had probably just thought she was helping my wife out, and I didn't feel the need to humiliate her any more. Of course, my wife hadn't gotten off yet; she pushed Sarah's head down slightly, then pulled it between her legs, the slick strapon resting on top of Sarah's head as she started eating her pussy. I took a quick shower, able to hear Eliza climaxing through the wall, and by the time I came out of the bathroom Sarah's punishment was over. We threw her into the shower, let her get dressed, and then threw her out before settling down for a lazy evening of TV.
"I hope you don't mind me saying, but you're the second hottest Ariel I've ever seen."
This had the desired effect: "SECOND hottest?!"
Laughing apologetically, I told her I'd be in big trouble if I didn't say my wife was hotter. Then I turned on the charm, asking her about herself - her name was Mandi, age 23, from Fort Lauderdale, here with a bunch of her female friends. By the time the monorail was coming to my resort, I asked if she wanted to come back to my room and dry off. She nodded with a smile and texted her friends saying she'd catch up with them later while I texted my wife letting her know we were in business.
I used my magic band to open the door and held it open for Mandi. She stepped into the bathroom and peeled off her pasties, then unzipped the miniskirt. I took her in - she was about 5'4", her red hair pulled into two long braids, clearly lightened up by the sun. Her face was a little unremarkable - brown eyes, slightly long nose, small upturned mouth. Her body was the real attraction, a beautiful set of B cups (albeit slightly strange looking with pale skin where the pasties had covered them), a flat stomach, toned arms and legs. She caught me looking and walked over: "Like what you see?" She yanked my shorts down and squeezed my cock through my underwear. "I guess so!"
I leaned in and we started making out. She pulled my shirt off and then pushed me out of the bathroom, pulling me over to one of the beds in the room. She shimmied out of her panties as I slid off my shorts and underwear, leaving us both fully stripped. She laid down on the bed and gave me a come-here finger waggle. That was all the invitation I needed and I got on top of her, sucking briefly on her neck, then slowly working my way down her body. I stopped to worship her tits as she reached out and gave my cock a few strokes. I kissed my way down her stomach. She opened her legs and I slid down, licking her inner thighs. I spread her legs wide and she giggled as I blew against her pussy. Then I dived in.
I was just getting into this when my wife came in. She gave her well-practiced "What the fuck!" scream and I got out of Mandi's way as she yelped in surprise. When Mandi saw who it was she gave out a mean laugh, getting to her feet as my wife walked into the room.
The two women faced off and just looking at them, my wife was in way over her head (which is nothing new of course). She's all of 5'2" with delicate facial features that mostly spoiled the threatening grimace she was trying to pull off. Her naturally red hair - pulled into two pigtails that made her look even younger - was fairly dark in contrast to Mandi's locks. Despite my wife's short height there was no mistaking the curves in her hourglass shape - she was packing a 36C chest on her small frame and a round, generous butt. She'd been applying her sunscreen diligently and her freckles still stood out on her skin. She was wearing a purple Minnie Mouse shirt and shorts while Mandi faced off against her totally naked.
"This is her?" Mandi sneered at my wife. "This shrimpy little girl is supposed to be hotter than me? I bet she could fit into a kid's costume!" She condescendingly patted Eliza on the top of her head. "Why don't you get the fuck out of here before you get hurt?"
Eliza surprised Mandi with a hard slap across the face and the fight was on. Eliza usually gets a free hit in - most people are so stunned by actually being hit they just stand there and take a followup shot. Mandi recovered too quickly for this and slapped my wife back with a snarl. Eliza punched Mandi hard in the stomach, backing the taller fighter off. Mandi put her hands up and they squared off throwing punches and slaps. At first Mandi's range gave her enough of an edge to keep my wife at bay, but when Eliza realized she was coming out on the losing end of the exchange she darted in, eating a vicious slap to the face but managing to close the distance. She grabbed Mandi's bare tits and squeezed. Mandi shrieked, reaching down and prying Eliza's hands off her boobs. This may have been Eliza's plan all along as Mandi left herself open long enough for Eliza to knee her in the crotch.
My wife took a step back as Mandi slowly sank to her knees, holding her pussy and breathing in panting gasps. Eliza backed up another step and then charged, kicking Mandi hard in the chest and knocking her down to the carpet on her back. Eliza came in to finish Mandi, but was surprised as Mandi lashed out with a kick, the heel of her foot going right between Eliza's legs. Eliza turned away, having to hold on to a chair to stay standing. Behind her Mandi used the dresser to pull herself up to her feet.
As Eliza turned back to her opponent I could see they were both hurting. Eliza struck first, darting forward with a punch aimed at Mandi's stomach. She hit, but Mandi was ready for her and flexed her stomach, leaving Eliza's fist to slide off inflicting very little damage. Mandi's counter-punch was a right hook to the jaw that had Eliza stumbling backwards, trying to stay vertical. Mandi followed her, pulling her opponent's shirt off and then hitting her with a knee strike to the stomach. Mandi unhooked Eliza's bra and went to tie my wife's hands, but Eliza desperately pushed her away, no doubt knowing that if Mandi succeeded with this move the fight was over. Foiled, Mandi tossed the bra aside, then nailed my reeling wife with a series of punches - left hook to the ribs, right uppercut to the stomach, straight left to the jaw, and then a finishing hook to Eliza's head that put my wife down on the carpet.
I realized that my wife could be in big trouble - she usually managed to overcome her short stature with her advanced fighting skills, but I could tell this wasn't Mandi's first fight, and without this advantage Eliza might be in deep shit. Mandi propped a limp, panting Eliza up, sitting with her back against the bed. Mandi kneeled in front of her, holding her opponent steady with her left hand on Eliza's shoulder, then started laying gut punches into my wife with her right hand.
Eliza gasped, groaned, and then wailed as each one of these hits landed; her stomach started bruising up as Mandi landed blow after blow in my wife's tummy. Eliza made a weak effort to cover her stomach with her hand, but this just drew Mandi's attention upwards as she stunned Eliza with a few hits to the face. Eliza's hand dropped and Mandi went back to work beating the fight out of her.
Finally Eliza fell over, gagging and holding her midsection as her opponent laughed. Mandi turned to me: "You think she's had enough?"
I walked over to my wife, who couldn't stand, and nudged her with my foot. "I think she's done."
"And who looked better in that Ariel outfit?!"
"You, of course." I grabbed my cock, which was rock hard. "Why don't we have some fun with her?"
Mandi looked down at Eliza, a cruel smile spreading across her face. "I plan to. Hey - what do you think she'd have done to me if she won?"
With a flourish I produced Eliza's duffel bag full of toys. Mandi pawed through it before coming out with Eliza's second-favorite strapon, a six-inch black number already attached to a harness. "Wow. Hey, help me into this."
I got her suited up, but as we went over to start having fun with Eliza, I saw she'd gotten back to her feet and had her fists up - it looked like, amazingly, Eliza still wanted to fight. Mandi laughed at her, perhaps not the smartest move as Eliza came in with surprising speed and slapped Mandi's right tit. It was an expert hit, Mandi howling in pain as Eliza drew back for another blow. Mandi covered her chest with both arms and Eliza hit her with a slap to the face, turning her opponent's head. Mandi took a step back and then surprised my wife, quickly dropping to her knees and sweeping Eliza's legs out with a low sweep kick. I didn't want to see my wife lose, but this was a beautiful move, and at this point I gave up on Eliza pulling off a comeback.
My wife still had some fight in her as she gamely tried to get up, but Mandi was on her, grabbing the shorter fighter's hair, slamming my wife's head into the floor a few times. Eliza was left dazed and unable to defend herself as Mandi landed a few more punches into her opponent's now deeply bruised stomach. Eliza lay on the carpet trying to recover as Mandi stepped over to the dresser. She opened one of the drawers, then grabbed my wife, pulling her up to her knees and laying her head half in the drawer. Mandi slammed it closed and Eliza fell down in a limp heap.
Mandi stood over my wife, pushing her onto her back with a bare foot. "You done?" Mandi asked. Eliza just groaned without opening her eyes. Mandi reached down and slapped her hard, but this just drew another groan. Mandi looked around and then grabbed the ice bucket, half full of melted ice and freezing water. She took off the lid and threw the whole thing in Eliza's face, which finally brought my wife around.
My poor wife was a mess: Crying, her face and hair dripping wet, her stomach a painful mass of bruises. Mandi told her to get up and Eliza shakily got to her feet. She still had her shorts and underwear on and Mandi told her to strip. Eliza obligingly slid her clothes down, shamelessly sobbing. Mandi told her she was a bad little girl and made my wife get over her victorious opponent's knee. Mandi spanked her, savoring every cry from my defeated wife. After Eliza's butt had turned an angry red, Mandi pushed her off, then forced my wife to her knees. Mandi grabbed Eliza's pigtails and started fucking my wife's mouth with her own strapon. Eliza groaned unhappily around the dildo as a laughing Mandi dominated her.
I hated to break this scene up, but I wanted to get in on this and asked Mandi if I could have a turn. She said to have some patience and threw me her phone. I got some pictures of Mandi humiliating my wife, making sure to keep Mandi's head cropped out and Eliza's face turned away from the camera.
Next up Mandi said there was something she'd always wanted to try. She released a gasping Eliza's hair and laid down on the carpet, hands behind her head. She motioned for Eliza to sit down on her strapon. Eliza came over and straddled Mandi, spreading her own lower lips apart with two fingers. She slowly sat down, impaling herself on the dildo.
"Keep going!" Mandi barked. "All the way down!" Eliza obliged, hilting herself. "Now start fucking me!" With a moan Eliza did as she was told, slowly moving her hips up and down on the plastic cock. "Fuck, this is nice," Mandi noted conversationally. "You like it when she does this to you?"
"Sure do."
"I bet! Well, if you want to fuck her mouth, now's the time." I stood with my feet on either side of Mandi's head and grabbed Eliza's pigtails. Knowing what was coming, she took a deep breath before I pushed my cock into her mouth. Eliza's a pro and kept fucking Mandi's strapon even as I roughly thrust my cock between her lips. Eliza had started her ride slowly, but picked up speed as she got into it; I was glad that I had her pigtails to hang on to as I pistoned my dick in and out of her small mouth. Soon Eliza couldn't stand it anymore - I could tell from her hip movements getting frenzied and erratic that she was almost there. Mandi rooted her on, telling her to cum like the little loser slut she was, and Eliza moaned loudly around my rod as she started climaxing, one hand rubbing her clit and the other holding on to Mandi for dear life. I pulled out so just the tip of my cock was pressed against her lips, not wanting her to accidentally bite down. Eliza let out a long, loud, moaning wail as she rode her climax, then went limp and fell off Mandi.
"Wow," Mandi said as she got up. "She's a screamer, huh?" She nudged Eliza with her foot. "I think I can get her to scream even louder, though. Help me with her." We dead-lifted Eliza up onto one of the beds, laying her down on her chest. Mandi shoved Eliza's head down, pressing her face into the pillows, then pushed her legs apart. Mandi lifted Eliza's hips up and gave her butt one last slap.
"You know what I'm gonna do now?" Mandi yelled at her. She slid her thumb into Eliza's ass, drawing a scared yelp from my wife.
"No!" Eliza wailed as Mandi pulled her thumb out. "Not my ass! Please! I'll do anything you want!"
"Of course you will," Mandi laughed. "Well, I'm feeling nice, so you can pick up where your man left off. If you make me cum, I guess you're off the hook. If not..." she pressed her thumb against my whimpering wife's butt. Eliza sobbed that she would do a great job, then told Mandi what a kind, beautiful lady she was at Mandi's prompting.
Mandi switched position, moving up to sit at the head of the bed, back against the headboard. She spread her legs and Eliza, laying on her chest, slid forward and dived in. Mandi moaned as Eliza started licking her tormentor's pussy. I enjoyed the show; I like to think I'm a pretty good pussy-eater, but my wife's a real pro. Mandi was soon squirming under her attention, digging her fingers into the bedspread. She started panting, then her hips started bucking as she cried out in passion. Then she was cumming, Eliza expertly guiding her through her climax as Mandi's eyes rolled back in her head.
I walked around to the head of the bed, watching as Mandi enjoyed her afterglow. She opened her eyes and smiled at me like the cat who ate the canary. She reached out and grabbed my hard cock, giving it a few strokes. "Aww, poor baby. You didn't get to cum yet, did you?" I shook my head no, looking as sad as I could. Her hand dropped down, cupping my balls. "You got a big load in here?" I nodded. "Well, come on then. Here, like this - "
Mandi had Eliza lay down on her back, feet facing the pillows, her head almost hanging off the end of the bed. Mandi got on all fours, her pussy a few inches from my wife's face, and waved me on to fuck her doggy style. I came up to the foot of the bed, rubbing the head of my cock against Mandi's dripping pussy. I pushed in with a moan. In this position we were fucking right over my wife's head, my balls almost dragging across her face with every stroke. I had gotten good and worked up fucking Eliza's mouth, and watching her licking Mandi to a climax hadn't exactly calmed me down. I had pinched the tip of my cock just before the first thrust, and used all my tricks to last as long as I could - Mandi didn't make it any easier, pulsing her pussy muscles as I fucked her.
As I was about to finish Mandi stopped me, reaching back and grabbing my cock. She pushed me over the edge with a few quick strokes, pointing the tip of my dick down so I shot my load on Eliza's face. "Open your mouth," Mandi commanded, some of my cum flinging onto my wife's protruding tongue, the rest landing on her face, hair, and some on the blanket she was laying on.
Mandi and I climbed off the bed, leaving Eliza laying on top of the covers. She was a mess - her face was covered with sweat, melted ice water, Mandi's juices and my cum. Mandi admired her handiwork for a moment before taking off the strapon. Her outfit was barely dry, but I helped her back into it. She left me her cell number in case my wife wanted a rematch and was on her way.
It took Eliza two days to recover from the fight. I didn't like seeing get her hurt, but I have to admit it's a turn-on seeing her losing and getting humiliated sometimes. She'd lost like this before, of course, and I knew she'd be looking for a doozy to pit me against when she went out prowling. It was a nervous few hours in the resort lobby before I got the text telling me to come back to the room for my fight.
I knew her well enough that there were three strong possibilities I was facing. The least scary would be a male bodybuilder - their sheer power would make them dangerous, but I've beaten them before and knew how to break them down. The second choice would be one of our fellow park prowlers. This was a scarier thought, but it's not often done and I wasn't counting on it. The last choice would be an Amazon; some of the high school women's basketball & cheerleading teams that came on Disney trips had some absolutely huge girls (you don't think of cheerleaders as being big, but the bottom pyramid girls were often over six feet).
I took a deep breath and opened the door. I walked into the room and stopped short as I beheld my opponent: A 6'5" (in bare feet!) brunette. As she saw me she theatrically cracked her knuckles. She asked my wife in a southern baritone: "Is this him?"
"That's him, Sarah!" my wife squealed, hiding behind her fighter for good measure. Holy shit. My eyes took the long trip from Sarah's head to her feet: Her brown hair was up in a long ponytail, a few spare tendrils hanging down over her brown eyes. Her heart-shaped face was pretty enough, although it was currently fixed into a mean sneer. I moved my gaze down her huge body - long lanky arms, big hands, legs almost as tall as my wife's entire body. She was wearing a red tank top with Ariel's face on it and cargo shorts; she'd already taken off her shoes and socks.
This was not good. Thinking quick, the only plan I could come up with was to get in close and try to work down one of her joints; if she was able to use her range to keep me away I'd be in deep shit. I'm in pretty good shape (benefit of not needing to work is we have plenty of time to work out), but that wouldn't do me any good if I couldn't land any hits.
All this went through my mind as I took off my own footwear. I was still wearing my throwback Mickey shirt and jean shorts as Sarah put her fists up and came at me.
Her first punch was a overhand right that came on like a rushing train. I went under it, trying to get close enough to grapple with my opponent. I reached down for her right knee, and I was in luck as she'd strongly overcomitted to her punch - a beginner's mistake. I managed to get both hands on her huge right leg; normally I'd be able to yank my opponent's leg out and dump her on her butt, but her thigh was so big I was left fruitlessly pulling on it, and Sarah brought her elbow smashing down on top of my head. I was knocked down, landing on my face on the carpet, in big trouble. Sarah lifted her right leg and stomped it down into my back. In a daze I rolled over, watching in slow motion as Sarah lifted her leg up for another stomp, this one aimed at my face.
If this landed I pictured my head exploding like a grape. I just managed to roll away, coming to one of the beds that I used to pull myself up to my feet. Sarah grunted in annoyance and came after me. She launched a big slap, overcomitting again. I knew I had to take advantage of her mistakes and I darted around to her right side, lashing out with a kick that slammed into the back of her knee. Sarah yelled in surprise, falling backwards like a felled tree, her back slamming into the carpeted floor.
Sarah rolled over on to her stomach in preparation for getting up and I pounced. I repaid her earlier stomp, driving my right foot into the back of her head. Sarah groaned and got up to her hands and feet. I went around to her side and slammed a kick into her stomach. I could tell she was hurting, but I still had a lot of work to do as she lumbered to her feet.
Sarah seemed to have figured out that her strikes were too slow and clumsy as she opened her arms wide and tried to grab me in a bearhug. I let her get close, then kicked her between the legs. This stopped her cold. I tried to move in on her, but she wasn't as stunned as I had hoped and kept me away with a wild backhand. I had to back up, but she wasn't able to keep me away long - she was still overcommitting to her blows and had put way too much wild power into her swing. She left herself open and I came in on her, sinking my fist into her stomach. She groaned but stayed standing and came back with a huge slap that had me seeing stars. She kneed me in the stomach and I fell down to my knees. Sarah grabbed a handful of my short hair, pulling my head up so I was looking into her eyes, and drew her other hand back for a knockout punch.
This is a very dramatic way to end a fight, but I wasn't ready to be put away yet; Sarah left herself open and I slammed an uppercut between her legs. She released my hair and staggered backwards, cursing. I sprang to my feet and attacked, taking a short step toward her, slamming a punch into her long neck.
Sarah gagged, hands around her windpipe, coughing and wheezing. I had picked her right knee as my target to chop her down and smashed a kick into her right kneecap. She went down to one knee but managed to stay standing; I went around to her front and put her down with a huge right hook to the face.
Sarah hit the ground hard and I could tell she was hurting pretty bad. I wanted to make another pair of targets for myself, so I quickly pulled off her tank top and the white bra underneath, setting her massive DD tits free in the cool air-conditioned room. A groaning Sarah backed me off with some wild swings; I took a few steps back and let her use the bed to pull herself up to her feet.
Sarah was favoring her knee as she lumbered at me, hands wide in front of her. I knew she'd only throw too many whiffs before she wised up, and it looked like my luck had run out. I backed up with some idea of charging her, but as I ran at her she reached out and grabbed me around the neck with one big hand. I gagged as she squeezed and she lifted me straight up off the ground, holding me there as I kicked my legs uselessly before she slammed me down to the floor.
I was totally helpless as Sarah knelt down next to me. To repay my stripping her she pulled off my shirt, then got my shorts and underwear, leaving me naked but at least letting me recover slightly. As she reached for my cock I pounced, slamming a kick into the side of her head. Sarah had to put her arms down on the carpet, going to all fours, to avoid falling down. I rolled away from her and up to my feet. Sarah was next to the dresser and started using it to pull herself up. Before she could regain her footing I came up behind her and stunned her with a kick between the legs, then grabbed her head and slammed her face into the top of the dresser. A second one of these was enough to send Sarah back to the ground on her back.
I stomped on her hurt knee and Sarah screamed, covering it with her hands. This left the rest of her open and I reached in and grabbed her tits, squeezing and twisting. Sarah's hands came up to grab mine, but I released her chest and dropped a knee into her face. This left my opponent dazed, unable to even roll over and start getting up. I figured it was time to finish her off. I grabbed her legs and laid down on the ground, locking her into a figure four, overextending her injured right knee.
I knew as soon as I had the hold applied this was it for Sarah - even just putting the hold on had her groaning, and when I started pouring pressure on she screamed in agony. I eased up a little bit (no desire to really hurt her, I just wanted her to surrender) as Eliza came around to where Sarah lay on the carpet unabashedly sobbing.
"It's okay if you want to give up," my wife told her. "You did great!" Eliza cradled Sarah's head against her chest. "You had enough?"
Sarah nodded and I released the hold. The first thing I did was strip her the rest of the way,pulling her shorts and underwear down her long legs. Eliza got her a bag of ice that Sarah gratefully applied to her swelling leg.
What to do with my beaten opponent? I found myself wondering what my wife had told Sarah I'd done; I almost felt the cartoon lightbulb going off over my head as it came to me. I pointed at my wife:
"Eliza - finish her."
Sarah couldn't see her face, and my wife fixed me with a wicked smile. Slipping back into character, she begged me not to make her do this; but I gave her my sternest glare and told her if she didn't, I'd do it myself, and I wouldn't be kind. With that Eliza went to her bag, pulling out her strapon harness as a horrified Sarah watched in shock.
"No!" Sarah wailed. "Eliza, please! I only did this to help you!"
"I'm sorry," my wife said coldly, her eyes hard. I finished getting her into the strapon as Sarah blubbered in fear. Eliza climbed on top of Sarah, pushing her flat against the carpeted floor, then sliding down her body, lining the strapon up with my defeated opponent's pussy. Eliza gently parted Sarah's huge thighs, then pressed forward, guiding the strapon in as it slid between Eliza's pussy lips. I leaned in for a good look as Eliza started fucking a moaning Sarah. I have to admit getting quite turned on as my wife roughly thrust her fake cock in and out of Sarah, both at my wife's show of domination and the sheer size difference between the two women. I enjoyed the show, quickly getting hard as Sarah writhed under my wife. Eliza could have drawn this out, but I saw from her technique she was going for a quick finish - whether an act of mercy for my beaten opponent or petty revenge at denying me a longer show I don't know, and I guess it didn't matter. Before long Sarah was pulling my wife towards her, letting out a low, keening moan as she got closer to the edge. I saw her eyes roll back in her head as she came. Eliza let her down slowly, giving her shorter and shorter strokes until she stopped completely.
Sarah didn't have long to enjoy her bliss. It was time for me to get off. With my wife's help I got Sarah on all fours. My wife laid under her, crotch lined up with Sarah's face. She got two handfuls of Sarah's hair and pulled her head down and started fucking her mouth with the strapon, making Sarah taste her own juices. I got behind Sarah, pushing into her doggy style, moaning as I slid home in her warm pussy. I fucked her slowly, savoring my victory, giving her the longest strokes I could, relishing her gagged moans as my wife fucked her face. Despite myself my strokes started getting a little quicker as I got more excited. I grabbed Sarah's hips to steady myself and shortened up a little, grunting as I finished each thrust. My wife didn't help as she started egging me on, telling me how she wanted to see me shoot a big load in Sarah. She got her wish as I threw my head back, eyes closed, and started spurting into Sarah's pussy, giving her a few last erratic strokes as my wife cheered me on.
Finished. I gingerly pulled out. I could have punished Sarah further, but I think I'd had my fun; the poor lady had probably just thought she was helping my wife out, and I didn't feel the need to humiliate her any more. Of course, my wife hadn't gotten off yet; she pushed Sarah's head down slightly, then pulled it between her legs, the slick strapon resting on top of Sarah's head as she started eating her pussy. I took a quick shower, able to hear Eliza climaxing through the wall, and by the time I came out of the bathroom Sarah's punishment was over. We threw her into the shower, let her get dressed, and then threw her out before settling down for a lazy evening of TV.
Friday, June 24, 2016
Dad & Daughter Bully Beating (F/F and M/F)
I'm a single dad raising a teenage girl. It's not easy; her mom lives across the country with her new husband, and Eloise only gets out there to see her once or twice a year. My little girl is grown up now, and she recently became secretive (well, even more so than a typical teenage girl). I figured out something was up, and what I finally got out of her was that she was being bullied at school. I went to the administration, who made a token effort to talk to the other girl, but this just got Eloise branded as a snitch and a whiner. One day when I caught Eloise crying after getting taunted on Facebook, I'd had enough. It wasn't hard to get the name of the girl picking on her - Tiffani - and a quick trip to Google maps turned up her address. El and I piled into the car and drove over; it was in a frankly somewhat sketchy trailer park. We found Number 41 and I rang the bell.
The woman who answered the door was about five six, and I could guess her weight at about 180; I had a lot of evidence to consider as she was wearing only a open cheap pink fuzzy bathrobe, pink nightie, and slippers. This must be Tiffani's mom. I'd guess she was in her early 40's, and they had been hard years. She was wearing an annoyed frown on her face, with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth and a can of beer in her hand.
"Yeah?" she barked. I introduced myself. "Dotti," she mumbled through her cigarette. She ignored the hand I offered to shake and instead leaned back against the doorframe, popping her Bud open. "So what do you want?"
"Um... can we come in?"
Dotti grunted and showed us inside. Tiffani was there and looked up with a sneer as Dotti motioned for me and my daughter to sit. El and I squeezed together on a dusty loveseat as Dotti plopped heavily into a worn easy chair.
"So?"
I outlined the situation. It was a little weird with Tiffani sitting right there, and I chose my words carefully. As I wrapped up, Dotti took a swig of beer. Then: "Maybe your daughter should just stop being a pussy."
"Excuse me?"
"Maybe your daughter," Dotti repeated louder, "should stop being a pussy!" She took another swig as I opened my mouth, thought better of it, and closed it.
"I think you owe her an apology," I managed.
Dotti laughed at that, a big horse laugh, slapping her flabby thighs as she almost doubled over.
"I don't think so." She took a drag on her cigarette. "If you're that mad about it, we can settle this right now, you know."
"What?"
"Your girl versus mine." Dotti looked me up and down. "And then you versus me."
I looked at Eloise; she looked defiant and a little scared.
"Do you want to do this, honey?" I whispered. Eloise nodded. I turned to Dotti: "You're on."
And that's how I found myself sitting next to Dotti on a lawn chair in her fenced little back yard as our daughters got ready to fight. Eloise was wearing a brown T-shirt with a print of a cookie and a bottle of milk hugging, along with a skirt. Tiffani had on a white tank top, cutoff jean shorts, and had kicked off her socks and shoes, as had my daughter.
I sized up the girls. Tiffani was taller and thinner than my daughter; Eloise is kind of a nerd, and I'd been trying to get her to go running or swimming or biking instead of watching Dr Who on netflix, but without too much success. Eloise is 5'4" and 142 pounds (as of her last president's physical fitness test). She has long, dark hair that came down past her shoulders, most of which she had tied up in a loose ponytail. Her big expressive eyes and plump lips made her look very cute, I thought, not that she wanted to hear it from her dad. She did look a bit soft - her tummy had a little bit more than just baby fat - but I was hoping she'd be up to this.
Her opponent on the other hand was at least 5'6" and looked to be about 135 pounds. Her strawberry blonde hair just came down to her shoulders, and she was wearing it loose. Her green eyes and small, sculpted mouth might have been pretty if she wasn't currently aiming a mean sneer at my daughter.
I admit I was worried as Tiffani looked like she was in much better shape, with lean arms and long, elegant legs. Honestly I just hoped nobody would get hurt; at least the ground looked soft. It occurred to me as Eloise laid her glasses on top of her socks and shoes that she wasn't wearing her contacts and might have a tough time seeing. Too late now.
The girls faced off. I guess I thought someone would yell FIGHT, but instead Tiffani just walked up to my daughter and slapped her across the face. Eloise was stunned and Tiffani followed up with a gut punch. Eloise bent over and Tiffani grabbed her shirt, pulling it off. This took a few hard pulls, and when it came free Eloise's momentum propelled her a couple steps away from her opponent. She whirled to face Tiffani and put her fists up. With just her bra covering her upper body, Dotti made some unflattering comments about her breasts. To her credit, while Eloise's face flushed, she didn't take her eyes off her opponent. This paid off as Tiffani came waltzing in to a straight punch that landed square on her jaw. She took a staggering half-step backwards. Eloise followed her and got her own gut punch. Tiffani covered her stomach, and Eloise gave her a hard slap to the face. Tiffani moved her hands up and Eloise grabbed the bottom of her tank top and started pulling it up. Tiffani's arms were in the way, and instead of it coming off cleanly, Tiffani stumbled into Eloise and they both went down. Eloise ended up laying on her back with her opponent sitting on her stomach, but it wasn't all good for Tiffani as she was bent forward, half out of her tank top. Eloise was pulling on it mightily, and it finally came free, leaving Tiffani nude from the waist up.
Eloise seemed shocked and didn't know what to do now as she stared up at her topless opponent, open-mouthed. I yelled for her to get up, but Tiffani raised herself up off my daughter and then slammed her butt down onto her stomach. Eloise gasped and Tiffani repeated the move, three, four times. It looked like El had the fight knocked out of her; she lay flat, her head off to one side, eyes closed. Tiffani climbed off her and pulled Eloise's skirt off, leaving her in just her undies. Tiffani then rolled her over and started unhooking her bra. I was pleading with El to get up or fight back, but she just lay there taking big gasps of air as Tiffani removed her bra, then grabbed her long hair and ground her face into the dirt.
This finally brought my daughter around and she threw an elbow behind her that missed, but did at least back Tiffani off. Eloise got to her feet slowly and she looked like a mess, topless and with her face streaked with dirt. She surprised everyone by letting loose a berserker scream and threw herself at a stunned Tiffani. They went down to the ground again, but this time El was on top, and she grabbed Tiffani's long hair and started slamming her head into the packed dirt of the backyard. Tiffani struggled under her, but she seemed too shocked by the impacts to get a hold of herself, and all she managed to do was smear dirt all over her own back. The assault only ended when Eloise let go of her, and my daughter sat on top of her opponent flushed and panting, her bare breasts heaving with each guttering breath she took.
"Finish her off!" I yelled. El looked over at me and nodded. She climbed off her opponent, then reached down and started undoing Tiffani's jeans. When she pulled them off both fighters were left in just their panties. Eloise went for her opponent's underwear, and she got it - but as she pulled Tiffani's pink panties off, her opponent drew her leg back, and before Eloise could even blink, Tiffani drove her foot straight into my daughter's face. El went down on her side, covering her nose and using some curses she definitely hadn't learned from me. Tiffani rolled to her feet and slammed a kick into my daughter's stomach. She laid in another one, this time with enough force to roll my daughter onto her back. El started trying to get up, but she was far too slow. She had only made it up to a kneeling position when Tiffani kicked her hard in the back of the head. Eloise flopped to the ground on her chest, and Tiffani sat down on her back.
Now it was Tiffani's turn to slam Eloise's head into the ground. El got it face first, and after a few slams she had even more dirt caked on her sweaty skin. She belatedly tried to power out, and Tiffani had to break off her attack as Eloise started pushing up with her arms. Tiffani slid down so she was laying on top of my daughter and locked her in a full nelson. With some difficulty she planted her legs on the ground and got to her feet, pulling Eloise along with her. With both of them standing Tiffani pointed my daughter at me and shook her side to side, setting her boobs jiggling.
I don't know if she was doing this to embarrass my daughter or me, but I was squeezing the chair so hard my knuckles were turning white as my little girl was ragdolled. I hoped she'd be able to turn it around, but it wasn't looking good.
With a laugh Tiffani let her go, then shoved her, and El fell forward and landed hard on her chest. Tiffani set about removing her panties, and I briefly hoped that my girl had the same kind of counter that Tiffani had used earlier in her, but she lay gasping as her opponent stripped the last bit of clothing off her. Eloise did manage to roll over on to her back and get up as Tiffani wasted time taunting her, reading the size label, laughing loudly, and throwing the underwear to her mom.
Both fighters were now totally naked and liberally covered in dirt as they circled each other. Tiffani darted in with a hard slap to El's left breast. My girl grimaced in pain, but she fought through it, countering with a hard shove. Tiffani took a step back, windmilling her arms for balance, and Eloise came in and kicked her hard in her naked pussy. I cheered as Tiffani covered her crotch with a groan of agony. El gave her another shove, this time adding a trip that dumped her opponent on her butt. Eloise came in for a slap, but Tiffani had grabbed a handful of dirt and whipped it into my little girl's face.
Eloise screamed, pawing at her eyes, and turned away from her opponent. Tiffani came up behind her, grabbed her ankles, and pulled. Eloise fell over forward, and Tiffani had no trouble rolling her onto her back, then sitting down on her face. Tiffani was facing El's feet, and she reached down and grabbed her tits.
"C'mon, honey!" I screamed. "Don't let her do that to you!"
Eloise started trying to power out, but I saw that Tiffani had thought ahead; El's wrists were trapped under Tiffani's thighs. Eloise kicked her legs and bucked, but with her arms trapped and her head between her opponent's thighs, she couldn't get out.
"Stop moving!" Tiffani yelled. She started attacked El's tits, slapping them around and pinching her nipples. El struggled even harder, but I she couldn't dislodge Tiffani. Dotti looked over at me and asked if I wanted to give up for my little girl.
I didn't, of course, but watching El's now rather pathetic squirming in the dirt as her opponent tortured her reddening tits, I didn't see any way she was going to get out of this. My mind was made up as Tiffani reached down and started pulling on Eloise's dark pubes. I nodded at Dotti, my heart sinking. She put two fingers in her mouth and whistled at her daughter. Tiffani looked over at her and smiled.
I thought this was the end of the fight, but Tiffani apparently wanted to go for maximum humiliation. Instead of hurting El, she switched over to groping her, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. When one of Tiffani's hands went between El's legs and started rubbing her pussy, I couldn't take any more.
"That's enough. Call her off," I ordered. I could hear my voice shaking and Dotti just smirked at me. I got out of my seat and started walking towards the two girls. That brought Dotti out of her seat, too, and she started screaming at me to back off. I ignored her and had almost reached Tiffani before Dotti's kick slammed up between my legs.
I fell to my knees, holding my balls. Dotti wrapped her arms around my neck and dragged me about ten feet away from the girls. "You just lay still," she growled in my ear. "Watch the show."
It looked like it was almost over. Tiffani had leaned down into a 69 and was sucking on Eloise's clit. Her right hand was fucking Eloise with two fingers. Eloise still wasn't fighting back, just bucking her hips weakly.
Dotti reached down and her left hand started stroking my cock through my pants. I tried to recover with some deep breaths, and I caught a break as Dotti became more focused on my cock than her chokehold. I took one big breath and then made my move, grabbing her arm and throwing it away from my body. Before Dotti could react I rolled out of her grip, then charged at Tiffani.
This would have been easier if Tiffani had been upright; since she was laying on my girl I had to reach down, wrap my arms around her chest, and then pull her off. Tiffani screamed as I lifted her, and I threw her as hard as I could away from Eloise. Tiffani landed hard and rolled a few times before coming to a moaning stop.
I didn't have much time to savor this as Dotti had come up behind me and made her presence known with a second kick to the groin. This one was even more painful than the first, and I went down, landing on top of my daughter. Dotti jumped on my back, wrapping both arms around my neck and scissoring my stomach. I managed to get on all fours, then up to my feet. I threw myself backwards and pancaked Dotti between myself and the ground. This broke her grip, and I rolled off her and got to my feet.
I spared a glance over at the girls - El was still laying limp with her eyes closed, but a very pissed Tiffani had gotten up. I turned my attention back to Dotti, who had just gotten up herself. I charged her, knocking her down, and slammed a punch into her face, trying to knock her out of the fight before Tiffani arrived. I drew my arm back for another punch and Tiffani grabbed it, then kneed me hard in the back. I screamed and she locked a full nelson on me. Desperately I leaned forward, and I managed to throw her over my back, the hold breaking as she landed hard on the ground. "El!" I yelled. "Need some help here!" I dodged a wild kick that Dotti aimed at my balls. She was laying on her back, throwing blind kicks at me, so I switched targets. Tiffani had just gotten up to her knees and I walked over and kicked her in the face. She went down with a satisfying scream, covering her mouth and nose. I turned back to Dotti and caught one of her kicks. I held on to the leg I'd plucked - the left - and started kicking her inner thigh. Dotti let out a even more satisfying scream, and I guess I got a little carried away as the next thing I knew Tiffani was behind me, pulling my shirt up over my head. She pulled it high enough to trap my arms and blind me and left it there, and before I could shrug it off, I was being shoved from the front. Tiffani had gotten on all fours behind me and I tripped over her and went down hard on my back. I managed to push my shirt off, but the first thing I saw was Tiffani's glistening pussy descending at my face. I didn't even have time to scream before she planted it firmly on my mouth. I felt Dotti pulling my pants off and I fruitlessly tried to hold on to them. As my pants and underwear were slid down and off my ankles Tiffani started grinding her pussy into my face, and I knew if I couldn't get out of this soon I'd be finished. I managed to reach up and push Tiffani off me, but as soon as I could see again Dotti grabbed my cock and balls, squeezing them both. I groaned and tried to get up, but the pain shooting out of my groin was too much. I couldn't even lift my leg for a kick and as I looked up at Tiffani ready to regain her seat, I felt the match slipping away.
But Tiffani didn't manage to finish me off. Instead, she yelled a warning that her mom was too slow to heed - Eloise, my brave girl, had gotten up to her feet, and came up behind Dotti, punching her in the back of the head. A surprised Dotti released my goods, but before she could turn, Eloise punched her again, then grabbed her hair and threw her to the ground. Tiffani got to her feet, but I grabbed her ankles and pulled, and with a scream she fell down on her chest.
"I got this one!" I yelled. "Finish her mom!" Eloise nodded and sat down heavily on Dotti's back. I may have overestimated my ability to get Tiffani, as she had slipped one of her ankles free of my grip and was aiming kicks square at my face. I slipped the first two, but her third one smacked right into my nose and I released her other leg. She got to her feet and charged to where her mom and my daughter were fighting.
Eloise had been slamming Dotti's face into the ground, and when she looked up to see Tiffani coming at her, she started getting up. Too slow - Tiffani hit her with a huge clothesline that put El down on her back, groaning. Tiffani started helping her mom up, but by now I had gotten up myself and came up behind her. I grabbed two handfuls of her long hair and swung her away from her mother. Tiffani screamed, blindly trying to grab my arms. I kicked her hard in the back, twice, then realized this wouldn't put her down and kicked her left leg out. I released her hair and she fell on her back.
I turned away from her to see how Eloise was doing. She'd managed to get back up on her knees, but so had Dotti, and they were facing each other throwing punches. As I walked up to them Dotti threw a hard left into El's stomach, and my girl bent over, moaning. Dotti lifted her arm, it looked like to spike her elbow into the back of Eloise's head, but I grabbed her first, locking her raised arm into a half nelson, and choking her with my other arm. I pulled her up to her feet, trying to think of something to knock her out with quickly. I kneeled, putting my right knee out, and smashed the back of Dotti's head into it. She fell off my knee with a groan, I hoped knocked silly. Before I could see for sure Tiffani's foot slammed into the back of my head, and I fell forward onto Dotti, stunned. Tiffani paid the price for putting everything into that attack as Eloise charged her, knocking her down. El pinned her to the ground, using her weight to hold a struggling Tiffani down, then wrapping her hands around her opponent's neck and squeezing. Tiffani pulled at her wrists, but she was too weak.
I shook my head, realizing that if I could keep Dotti down, we'd have won the fight. Unfortunately she seemed to have noticed the same thing as she pushed me off her and rolled to her feet. I got up as well, aching from a dozen different places, but determined to give my daughter the time she needed.
Dotti tried to go around me, but I intercepted her with a charge. It was sloppy - instead of tackling her I just kind of slammed into her. She went down and I tripped on her feet and landed awkwardly on top of her. I tried to grab her arms, but she reached up and dragged her nails down my face. I screamed, turning away from her, and I felt her hands closing around my cock. She twisted her hands in opposite directions and I howled with pain. She switched grips, one hand dropping down to my balls, crushing my sack. With her other hand she wrapped her index finger and thumb around the head of my cock and squeezed. This was pain I'd never experienced before and I whimpered in helpless agony. She forced me to the ground, ass in the air, as she tortured my dick and balls.
Looking back, this was worth the pain, agonizing as it was. While Dotti was doing this to me, Eloise had choked Tiffani out, and she now walked up to us. Dotti only had time to look up and see her before El slammed a field goal kick up and into her chin. I felt blessed relief. Dotti's grip was broken as she flew backwards and landed heavily on her back. Eloise sat down on her, bare pussy against her mouth, facing her feet. She grabbed Dotti's wrists for good measure. I managed to scramble up and grab her ankles, and Dotti was helpless. I put one of my legs between hers and pushed my foot against her pussy as hard as I could. We lay like this for a minute before Eloise piped up:
"I think she wants to give up, dad." I nodded at her. Eloise lifted off her just enough for Dotti to get some air. "Do you give?"
"I give," Dotti gasped. I left off her pussy and she sighed in relief, although this was cut off as Eloise resumed her face sit. I cautiously let go of Dotti's legs, which didn't move. I spared a look at Tiffani; she was out cold, a thick line of drool dripping from her open mouth. We'd won!
I just stared at Dotti for a minute, not sure what to do; after the whirlwind fight - it felt like we'd been battling for hours - being able to stop and catch my breath was a real treat. It didn't even seem so weird to be sitting three feet away from my nude, dirt-covered daughter grinding her bare pussy into the mom of her classmate. I wanted to hug her, but I guessed that could wait. Eloise followed my eyes as I looked down at Dotti.
"Dad," El rasped. "You haven't had a girlfriend in a while, right?" I nodded. She motioned at Dotti. "Why don't you...?"
What the heck - we'd won, after all. Dotti had lost her bathrobe, but she still had on her nightie, although it was now ripped and covered in dirt. El pulled the straps down and I worked it off Dotti. I went between her legs, lifting them up and putting her thighs on my shoulders. I'd gotten soft when Dotti attacked my balls, and I was worried I'd taken too much damage to perform, but after a couple strokes I got hard.
It might have been my imagination, but I could swear I heard Dotti groan through my daughter's thighs when I pushed into her. I started gently and eventually got into a rhythm - I was still sore from Dotti's earlier attack, and one enthusiastic thrust that slapped my balls against her was enough to convince me to take it easy. With this slow pace Eloise got off before I did, throwing her head back in a cry of triumph as she climaxed. When she finished she didn't move, just sitting on her opponent's mom breathing hard with her eyes closed.
I figured it was time to finish and picked up the pace. It took about a dozen quick strokes before I hit my peak. I finished inside Dotti as her hips bucked back against me. After that we all just lay there for a minute, the only sound all of our heavy breathing.
When we both climbed off Dotti she was almost out cold, her face covered in my daughter's juices, and my cum leaking out of her pussy. El took her arms and I took her feet and we dragged her over to the trailer. She didn't look like she'd be able to even think about getting up any time soon, but just to be sure I tied her hands with the garden hose.
We turned our attention to Tiffani, who was still unconscious. We both walked over to her and looked down at her for a minute. Eloise turned to me:
"Dad, I want to... could you humiliate her for me?"
I nodded. Eloise gave Tiffani a few slaps to bring her around. She pulled Tiffani up to her knees, then kneeled behind her and got her in a full nelson. I walked up to Tiffani, reaching down and tilting her head up to look at me. "If you ever fuck with my little girl again," I hissed in my most threatening voice, "we're going to come back here and it'll be even worse. You got it?" Tiffani nodded, tears running down her dirty cheeks. "Open your mouth," I ordered. She obligingly opened wide like she was at the dentist. My cock was still coated in her mom's juices, but I didn't care - I pushed it all the way in, Tiffani's eyes widening as she gagged. Since we were going for humiliation, I didn't give her a chance to start blowing me - I just started fucking her mouth as hard as I could. Tiffani moaned and drooled around my cock, but El had her in a death grip, and all she could do was hang on for dear life as I pounded in and out of her lips. When I came I held on to her head, shooting my load down her throat. When I pulled out a long, slopping string of drool and cum plopped out of her mouth as she coughed.
"Are we finished?" I asked.
"Almost..." Eloise let a whimpering Tiffani go, then walked over to her skirt and pulled out her phone. She tossed it to me. "Dad, could you get some pictures?"
I could, and I did - Eloise standing with one foot on Tiffani's chest, Eloise sitting on Tiffani's face flexing her arms, Tiffani lying in the dirt with her eyes closed.
That's how we left them. Eloise didn't have any more trouble from Tiffani; in fact, they became fast friends, and now it's a task to get El to stop texting her long enough to eat dinner.
The woman who answered the door was about five six, and I could guess her weight at about 180; I had a lot of evidence to consider as she was wearing only a open cheap pink fuzzy bathrobe, pink nightie, and slippers. This must be Tiffani's mom. I'd guess she was in her early 40's, and they had been hard years. She was wearing an annoyed frown on her face, with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth and a can of beer in her hand.
"Yeah?" she barked. I introduced myself. "Dotti," she mumbled through her cigarette. She ignored the hand I offered to shake and instead leaned back against the doorframe, popping her Bud open. "So what do you want?"
"Um... can we come in?"
Dotti grunted and showed us inside. Tiffani was there and looked up with a sneer as Dotti motioned for me and my daughter to sit. El and I squeezed together on a dusty loveseat as Dotti plopped heavily into a worn easy chair.
"So?"
I outlined the situation. It was a little weird with Tiffani sitting right there, and I chose my words carefully. As I wrapped up, Dotti took a swig of beer. Then: "Maybe your daughter should just stop being a pussy."
"Excuse me?"
"Maybe your daughter," Dotti repeated louder, "should stop being a pussy!" She took another swig as I opened my mouth, thought better of it, and closed it.
"I think you owe her an apology," I managed.
Dotti laughed at that, a big horse laugh, slapping her flabby thighs as she almost doubled over.
"I don't think so." She took a drag on her cigarette. "If you're that mad about it, we can settle this right now, you know."
"What?"
"Your girl versus mine." Dotti looked me up and down. "And then you versus me."
I looked at Eloise; she looked defiant and a little scared.
"Do you want to do this, honey?" I whispered. Eloise nodded. I turned to Dotti: "You're on."
And that's how I found myself sitting next to Dotti on a lawn chair in her fenced little back yard as our daughters got ready to fight. Eloise was wearing a brown T-shirt with a print of a cookie and a bottle of milk hugging, along with a skirt. Tiffani had on a white tank top, cutoff jean shorts, and had kicked off her socks and shoes, as had my daughter.
I sized up the girls. Tiffani was taller and thinner than my daughter; Eloise is kind of a nerd, and I'd been trying to get her to go running or swimming or biking instead of watching Dr Who on netflix, but without too much success. Eloise is 5'4" and 142 pounds (as of her last president's physical fitness test). She has long, dark hair that came down past her shoulders, most of which she had tied up in a loose ponytail. Her big expressive eyes and plump lips made her look very cute, I thought, not that she wanted to hear it from her dad. She did look a bit soft - her tummy had a little bit more than just baby fat - but I was hoping she'd be up to this.
Her opponent on the other hand was at least 5'6" and looked to be about 135 pounds. Her strawberry blonde hair just came down to her shoulders, and she was wearing it loose. Her green eyes and small, sculpted mouth might have been pretty if she wasn't currently aiming a mean sneer at my daughter.
I admit I was worried as Tiffani looked like she was in much better shape, with lean arms and long, elegant legs. Honestly I just hoped nobody would get hurt; at least the ground looked soft. It occurred to me as Eloise laid her glasses on top of her socks and shoes that she wasn't wearing her contacts and might have a tough time seeing. Too late now.
The girls faced off. I guess I thought someone would yell FIGHT, but instead Tiffani just walked up to my daughter and slapped her across the face. Eloise was stunned and Tiffani followed up with a gut punch. Eloise bent over and Tiffani grabbed her shirt, pulling it off. This took a few hard pulls, and when it came free Eloise's momentum propelled her a couple steps away from her opponent. She whirled to face Tiffani and put her fists up. With just her bra covering her upper body, Dotti made some unflattering comments about her breasts. To her credit, while Eloise's face flushed, she didn't take her eyes off her opponent. This paid off as Tiffani came waltzing in to a straight punch that landed square on her jaw. She took a staggering half-step backwards. Eloise followed her and got her own gut punch. Tiffani covered her stomach, and Eloise gave her a hard slap to the face. Tiffani moved her hands up and Eloise grabbed the bottom of her tank top and started pulling it up. Tiffani's arms were in the way, and instead of it coming off cleanly, Tiffani stumbled into Eloise and they both went down. Eloise ended up laying on her back with her opponent sitting on her stomach, but it wasn't all good for Tiffani as she was bent forward, half out of her tank top. Eloise was pulling on it mightily, and it finally came free, leaving Tiffani nude from the waist up.
Eloise seemed shocked and didn't know what to do now as she stared up at her topless opponent, open-mouthed. I yelled for her to get up, but Tiffani raised herself up off my daughter and then slammed her butt down onto her stomach. Eloise gasped and Tiffani repeated the move, three, four times. It looked like El had the fight knocked out of her; she lay flat, her head off to one side, eyes closed. Tiffani climbed off her and pulled Eloise's skirt off, leaving her in just her undies. Tiffani then rolled her over and started unhooking her bra. I was pleading with El to get up or fight back, but she just lay there taking big gasps of air as Tiffani removed her bra, then grabbed her long hair and ground her face into the dirt.
This finally brought my daughter around and she threw an elbow behind her that missed, but did at least back Tiffani off. Eloise got to her feet slowly and she looked like a mess, topless and with her face streaked with dirt. She surprised everyone by letting loose a berserker scream and threw herself at a stunned Tiffani. They went down to the ground again, but this time El was on top, and she grabbed Tiffani's long hair and started slamming her head into the packed dirt of the backyard. Tiffani struggled under her, but she seemed too shocked by the impacts to get a hold of herself, and all she managed to do was smear dirt all over her own back. The assault only ended when Eloise let go of her, and my daughter sat on top of her opponent flushed and panting, her bare breasts heaving with each guttering breath she took.
"Finish her off!" I yelled. El looked over at me and nodded. She climbed off her opponent, then reached down and started undoing Tiffani's jeans. When she pulled them off both fighters were left in just their panties. Eloise went for her opponent's underwear, and she got it - but as she pulled Tiffani's pink panties off, her opponent drew her leg back, and before Eloise could even blink, Tiffani drove her foot straight into my daughter's face. El went down on her side, covering her nose and using some curses she definitely hadn't learned from me. Tiffani rolled to her feet and slammed a kick into my daughter's stomach. She laid in another one, this time with enough force to roll my daughter onto her back. El started trying to get up, but she was far too slow. She had only made it up to a kneeling position when Tiffani kicked her hard in the back of the head. Eloise flopped to the ground on her chest, and Tiffani sat down on her back.
Now it was Tiffani's turn to slam Eloise's head into the ground. El got it face first, and after a few slams she had even more dirt caked on her sweaty skin. She belatedly tried to power out, and Tiffani had to break off her attack as Eloise started pushing up with her arms. Tiffani slid down so she was laying on top of my daughter and locked her in a full nelson. With some difficulty she planted her legs on the ground and got to her feet, pulling Eloise along with her. With both of them standing Tiffani pointed my daughter at me and shook her side to side, setting her boobs jiggling.
I don't know if she was doing this to embarrass my daughter or me, but I was squeezing the chair so hard my knuckles were turning white as my little girl was ragdolled. I hoped she'd be able to turn it around, but it wasn't looking good.
With a laugh Tiffani let her go, then shoved her, and El fell forward and landed hard on her chest. Tiffani set about removing her panties, and I briefly hoped that my girl had the same kind of counter that Tiffani had used earlier in her, but she lay gasping as her opponent stripped the last bit of clothing off her. Eloise did manage to roll over on to her back and get up as Tiffani wasted time taunting her, reading the size label, laughing loudly, and throwing the underwear to her mom.
Both fighters were now totally naked and liberally covered in dirt as they circled each other. Tiffani darted in with a hard slap to El's left breast. My girl grimaced in pain, but she fought through it, countering with a hard shove. Tiffani took a step back, windmilling her arms for balance, and Eloise came in and kicked her hard in her naked pussy. I cheered as Tiffani covered her crotch with a groan of agony. El gave her another shove, this time adding a trip that dumped her opponent on her butt. Eloise came in for a slap, but Tiffani had grabbed a handful of dirt and whipped it into my little girl's face.
Eloise screamed, pawing at her eyes, and turned away from her opponent. Tiffani came up behind her, grabbed her ankles, and pulled. Eloise fell over forward, and Tiffani had no trouble rolling her onto her back, then sitting down on her face. Tiffani was facing El's feet, and she reached down and grabbed her tits.
"C'mon, honey!" I screamed. "Don't let her do that to you!"
Eloise started trying to power out, but I saw that Tiffani had thought ahead; El's wrists were trapped under Tiffani's thighs. Eloise kicked her legs and bucked, but with her arms trapped and her head between her opponent's thighs, she couldn't get out.
"Stop moving!" Tiffani yelled. She started attacked El's tits, slapping them around and pinching her nipples. El struggled even harder, but I she couldn't dislodge Tiffani. Dotti looked over at me and asked if I wanted to give up for my little girl.
I didn't, of course, but watching El's now rather pathetic squirming in the dirt as her opponent tortured her reddening tits, I didn't see any way she was going to get out of this. My mind was made up as Tiffani reached down and started pulling on Eloise's dark pubes. I nodded at Dotti, my heart sinking. She put two fingers in her mouth and whistled at her daughter. Tiffani looked over at her and smiled.
I thought this was the end of the fight, but Tiffani apparently wanted to go for maximum humiliation. Instead of hurting El, she switched over to groping her, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. When one of Tiffani's hands went between El's legs and started rubbing her pussy, I couldn't take any more.
"That's enough. Call her off," I ordered. I could hear my voice shaking and Dotti just smirked at me. I got out of my seat and started walking towards the two girls. That brought Dotti out of her seat, too, and she started screaming at me to back off. I ignored her and had almost reached Tiffani before Dotti's kick slammed up between my legs.
I fell to my knees, holding my balls. Dotti wrapped her arms around my neck and dragged me about ten feet away from the girls. "You just lay still," she growled in my ear. "Watch the show."
It looked like it was almost over. Tiffani had leaned down into a 69 and was sucking on Eloise's clit. Her right hand was fucking Eloise with two fingers. Eloise still wasn't fighting back, just bucking her hips weakly.
Dotti reached down and her left hand started stroking my cock through my pants. I tried to recover with some deep breaths, and I caught a break as Dotti became more focused on my cock than her chokehold. I took one big breath and then made my move, grabbing her arm and throwing it away from my body. Before Dotti could react I rolled out of her grip, then charged at Tiffani.
This would have been easier if Tiffani had been upright; since she was laying on my girl I had to reach down, wrap my arms around her chest, and then pull her off. Tiffani screamed as I lifted her, and I threw her as hard as I could away from Eloise. Tiffani landed hard and rolled a few times before coming to a moaning stop.
I didn't have much time to savor this as Dotti had come up behind me and made her presence known with a second kick to the groin. This one was even more painful than the first, and I went down, landing on top of my daughter. Dotti jumped on my back, wrapping both arms around my neck and scissoring my stomach. I managed to get on all fours, then up to my feet. I threw myself backwards and pancaked Dotti between myself and the ground. This broke her grip, and I rolled off her and got to my feet.
I spared a glance over at the girls - El was still laying limp with her eyes closed, but a very pissed Tiffani had gotten up. I turned my attention back to Dotti, who had just gotten up herself. I charged her, knocking her down, and slammed a punch into her face, trying to knock her out of the fight before Tiffani arrived. I drew my arm back for another punch and Tiffani grabbed it, then kneed me hard in the back. I screamed and she locked a full nelson on me. Desperately I leaned forward, and I managed to throw her over my back, the hold breaking as she landed hard on the ground. "El!" I yelled. "Need some help here!" I dodged a wild kick that Dotti aimed at my balls. She was laying on her back, throwing blind kicks at me, so I switched targets. Tiffani had just gotten up to her knees and I walked over and kicked her in the face. She went down with a satisfying scream, covering her mouth and nose. I turned back to Dotti and caught one of her kicks. I held on to the leg I'd plucked - the left - and started kicking her inner thigh. Dotti let out a even more satisfying scream, and I guess I got a little carried away as the next thing I knew Tiffani was behind me, pulling my shirt up over my head. She pulled it high enough to trap my arms and blind me and left it there, and before I could shrug it off, I was being shoved from the front. Tiffani had gotten on all fours behind me and I tripped over her and went down hard on my back. I managed to push my shirt off, but the first thing I saw was Tiffani's glistening pussy descending at my face. I didn't even have time to scream before she planted it firmly on my mouth. I felt Dotti pulling my pants off and I fruitlessly tried to hold on to them. As my pants and underwear were slid down and off my ankles Tiffani started grinding her pussy into my face, and I knew if I couldn't get out of this soon I'd be finished. I managed to reach up and push Tiffani off me, but as soon as I could see again Dotti grabbed my cock and balls, squeezing them both. I groaned and tried to get up, but the pain shooting out of my groin was too much. I couldn't even lift my leg for a kick and as I looked up at Tiffani ready to regain her seat, I felt the match slipping away.
But Tiffani didn't manage to finish me off. Instead, she yelled a warning that her mom was too slow to heed - Eloise, my brave girl, had gotten up to her feet, and came up behind Dotti, punching her in the back of the head. A surprised Dotti released my goods, but before she could turn, Eloise punched her again, then grabbed her hair and threw her to the ground. Tiffani got to her feet, but I grabbed her ankles and pulled, and with a scream she fell down on her chest.
"I got this one!" I yelled. "Finish her mom!" Eloise nodded and sat down heavily on Dotti's back. I may have overestimated my ability to get Tiffani, as she had slipped one of her ankles free of my grip and was aiming kicks square at my face. I slipped the first two, but her third one smacked right into my nose and I released her other leg. She got to her feet and charged to where her mom and my daughter were fighting.
Eloise had been slamming Dotti's face into the ground, and when she looked up to see Tiffani coming at her, she started getting up. Too slow - Tiffani hit her with a huge clothesline that put El down on her back, groaning. Tiffani started helping her mom up, but by now I had gotten up myself and came up behind her. I grabbed two handfuls of her long hair and swung her away from her mother. Tiffani screamed, blindly trying to grab my arms. I kicked her hard in the back, twice, then realized this wouldn't put her down and kicked her left leg out. I released her hair and she fell on her back.
I turned away from her to see how Eloise was doing. She'd managed to get back up on her knees, but so had Dotti, and they were facing each other throwing punches. As I walked up to them Dotti threw a hard left into El's stomach, and my girl bent over, moaning. Dotti lifted her arm, it looked like to spike her elbow into the back of Eloise's head, but I grabbed her first, locking her raised arm into a half nelson, and choking her with my other arm. I pulled her up to her feet, trying to think of something to knock her out with quickly. I kneeled, putting my right knee out, and smashed the back of Dotti's head into it. She fell off my knee with a groan, I hoped knocked silly. Before I could see for sure Tiffani's foot slammed into the back of my head, and I fell forward onto Dotti, stunned. Tiffani paid the price for putting everything into that attack as Eloise charged her, knocking her down. El pinned her to the ground, using her weight to hold a struggling Tiffani down, then wrapping her hands around her opponent's neck and squeezing. Tiffani pulled at her wrists, but she was too weak.
I shook my head, realizing that if I could keep Dotti down, we'd have won the fight. Unfortunately she seemed to have noticed the same thing as she pushed me off her and rolled to her feet. I got up as well, aching from a dozen different places, but determined to give my daughter the time she needed.
Dotti tried to go around me, but I intercepted her with a charge. It was sloppy - instead of tackling her I just kind of slammed into her. She went down and I tripped on her feet and landed awkwardly on top of her. I tried to grab her arms, but she reached up and dragged her nails down my face. I screamed, turning away from her, and I felt her hands closing around my cock. She twisted her hands in opposite directions and I howled with pain. She switched grips, one hand dropping down to my balls, crushing my sack. With her other hand she wrapped her index finger and thumb around the head of my cock and squeezed. This was pain I'd never experienced before and I whimpered in helpless agony. She forced me to the ground, ass in the air, as she tortured my dick and balls.
Looking back, this was worth the pain, agonizing as it was. While Dotti was doing this to me, Eloise had choked Tiffani out, and she now walked up to us. Dotti only had time to look up and see her before El slammed a field goal kick up and into her chin. I felt blessed relief. Dotti's grip was broken as she flew backwards and landed heavily on her back. Eloise sat down on her, bare pussy against her mouth, facing her feet. She grabbed Dotti's wrists for good measure. I managed to scramble up and grab her ankles, and Dotti was helpless. I put one of my legs between hers and pushed my foot against her pussy as hard as I could. We lay like this for a minute before Eloise piped up:
"I think she wants to give up, dad." I nodded at her. Eloise lifted off her just enough for Dotti to get some air. "Do you give?"
"I give," Dotti gasped. I left off her pussy and she sighed in relief, although this was cut off as Eloise resumed her face sit. I cautiously let go of Dotti's legs, which didn't move. I spared a look at Tiffani; she was out cold, a thick line of drool dripping from her open mouth. We'd won!
I just stared at Dotti for a minute, not sure what to do; after the whirlwind fight - it felt like we'd been battling for hours - being able to stop and catch my breath was a real treat. It didn't even seem so weird to be sitting three feet away from my nude, dirt-covered daughter grinding her bare pussy into the mom of her classmate. I wanted to hug her, but I guessed that could wait. Eloise followed my eyes as I looked down at Dotti.
"Dad," El rasped. "You haven't had a girlfriend in a while, right?" I nodded. She motioned at Dotti. "Why don't you...?"
What the heck - we'd won, after all. Dotti had lost her bathrobe, but she still had on her nightie, although it was now ripped and covered in dirt. El pulled the straps down and I worked it off Dotti. I went between her legs, lifting them up and putting her thighs on my shoulders. I'd gotten soft when Dotti attacked my balls, and I was worried I'd taken too much damage to perform, but after a couple strokes I got hard.
It might have been my imagination, but I could swear I heard Dotti groan through my daughter's thighs when I pushed into her. I started gently and eventually got into a rhythm - I was still sore from Dotti's earlier attack, and one enthusiastic thrust that slapped my balls against her was enough to convince me to take it easy. With this slow pace Eloise got off before I did, throwing her head back in a cry of triumph as she climaxed. When she finished she didn't move, just sitting on her opponent's mom breathing hard with her eyes closed.
I figured it was time to finish and picked up the pace. It took about a dozen quick strokes before I hit my peak. I finished inside Dotti as her hips bucked back against me. After that we all just lay there for a minute, the only sound all of our heavy breathing.
When we both climbed off Dotti she was almost out cold, her face covered in my daughter's juices, and my cum leaking out of her pussy. El took her arms and I took her feet and we dragged her over to the trailer. She didn't look like she'd be able to even think about getting up any time soon, but just to be sure I tied her hands with the garden hose.
We turned our attention to Tiffani, who was still unconscious. We both walked over to her and looked down at her for a minute. Eloise turned to me:
"Dad, I want to... could you humiliate her for me?"
I nodded. Eloise gave Tiffani a few slaps to bring her around. She pulled Tiffani up to her knees, then kneeled behind her and got her in a full nelson. I walked up to Tiffani, reaching down and tilting her head up to look at me. "If you ever fuck with my little girl again," I hissed in my most threatening voice, "we're going to come back here and it'll be even worse. You got it?" Tiffani nodded, tears running down her dirty cheeks. "Open your mouth," I ordered. She obligingly opened wide like she was at the dentist. My cock was still coated in her mom's juices, but I didn't care - I pushed it all the way in, Tiffani's eyes widening as she gagged. Since we were going for humiliation, I didn't give her a chance to start blowing me - I just started fucking her mouth as hard as I could. Tiffani moaned and drooled around my cock, but El had her in a death grip, and all she could do was hang on for dear life as I pounded in and out of her lips. When I came I held on to her head, shooting my load down her throat. When I pulled out a long, slopping string of drool and cum plopped out of her mouth as she coughed.
"Are we finished?" I asked.
"Almost..." Eloise let a whimpering Tiffani go, then walked over to her skirt and pulled out her phone. She tossed it to me. "Dad, could you get some pictures?"
I could, and I did - Eloise standing with one foot on Tiffani's chest, Eloise sitting on Tiffani's face flexing her arms, Tiffani lying in the dirt with her eyes closed.
That's how we left them. Eloise didn't have any more trouble from Tiffani; in fact, they became fast friends, and now it's a task to get El to stop texting her long enough to eat dinner.
Monday, June 20, 2016
Grapplin' with Grandma (F/M)
Fair warning: This story is exactly what it sounds like
When I was a teen, my mom and dad started having some martial trouble; my big sister was already at college, but I got shipped off to stay with Grandma Robin in her big house about half an hour outside town. This whole thing started after I'd been there for about three weeks. We were at the breakfast table; Grandma read an article about the army allowing women in combat roles. I was in a bad mood - I'm not a morning person - and before I knew it we were in an argument over whether women belonged in harm's way. With all the smug self-certitude of a dumb teenager I told her that women are weaker than men and should stay in the kitchen. This brought on her oh-really eyebrow raise that normally stopped me cold, but instead I took another drink of coffee and kept going on about how men had the advantage if it came down to close quarters combat She let me finish and then told me that no matter how strong a man was, a woman could outlast all the muscle on him. I said this was bullshit (not in so many words) - I could beat her at arm wrestling right now. She admitted that she probably wouldn't be able to beat me there, but that brute strength wasn't everything. I asked what she thought she could beat me at? She told me she could pin me for five seconds. I laughed at her and told her she was on.
We quickly finished breakfast and cleaned up. I went to my room and changed into a baggy pair of pajama pants and a oversized T-shirt. When I came out Grandma Robin was still in her room; I knocked and asked if she was all right in there, or if she fell and hurt herself. She opened the door long enough to give me a death glare and then slammed it shut again. A minute later it swung open and she walked out in her long, formless, light blue cotton nightshirt; I could just see her plain beige panties underneath it. "Try not to rip anything," she told me before walking off to the living room.
It didn't take long to move the furniture in the big, sunny living room to the corners, leaving us a nice large, fluffy rug to wrestle on. We faced each other, giving one another one last look.
My grandmother at this time was in her early 50's, with grey streaks in her shoulder length light blonde hair. She certainly didn't look very fearsome no matter how she scrunched up her delicate features. She has deep set brown eyes (with light smile lines) and a small, expressive mouth. At all of five four and maybe 140 pounds, I was half a foot taller and 40 pounds heavier. At the moment it wasn't easy to see her shape, but the bulge of her B-cups was slightly visible under her shirt.
"Go!" she yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts as she charged me. I tried to grab her but she ducked under my arms and tackled me. I'm sure if I'd had time to brace myself I could have stayed standing, but I was surprised and went down on my back with my grandmother on top of me. As soon as I hit the ground she pressed her body down on mine and started counting, but before she got to two I pushed her off.
We both got to our knees facing each other. She lunged at me again, but this time I caught her. I tried to use her momentum to toss her to the ground, but instead I kind of ended up shoving her down. I tried to climb on top of her but she put both feet on my chest and kicked me away. Again we got to our knees facing each other. This time as we came close she faked a slap, and when I went to grab her arm she reached down, grabbing my shirt and pulling it up and over my head.
If she had just pulled it off that would have been a little weird but not so bad; instead she left it trapping my arms straight over my head. I managed a muffled "Hey!" before she pushed me over onto the rug on my back. I blindly struggled as she sat down on my chest and started counting.
I managed to buck her off and roll onto my side to break up the pin, but I was having a lot of trouble getting my god-damned shirt off. Grandma rolled me onto my chest and slapped my butt, taunting me. I finally got free from the shirt, tossing it to one side and rolling away from grandma, trying to get my breath We both got to our feet and squared up.
Both of us were breathing heavily and starting to sweat as we circled, hands out in front of us. I attacked first, darting in and trying to push her over. She pushed back against me and for a second we were in a test of strength. There was no way my grandmother was going to overpower me, and sure enough I started forcing her back and down. She grunted with effort but couldn't stop me, and I managed to force her down onto her back. I quickly covered her and started counting, but only got to one before she flipped me off.
We got to our knees and she asked if I wanted to give up - she told me to just lay down and she'd pin me and we'd go on with our day. I just shook my head and lunged at her. I grabbed two handfuls of her nightshirt, pulling it over her head, hoping to do the same thing to her that she'd done to me. I hadn't bargained for the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra, and her small B-cups were on full display as the shirt got tangled up in her arms. I stopped to stare in shock, and this gave her time to get the nightshirt off. She saw me looking and took advantage of my distraction to attack with a huge shove. I went flying, coming to rest on my back, and she crawled on top of me before I could get up. She started counting and got to 2 before I managed to come to my senses and kick out. I pushed her away and got to my feet. We both circled warily; Grandma made the first move aiming a slap at my face. I ducked under it and she dropped her hands, lunging at me, grabbing the waistband of my pants. She tried to use her grip to throw me to the ground, but my pants were so baggy she ended up holding them as I basically fell out of them, down to just my boxers. She was just as surprised as I was, and I took the chance to get up as she shook her head and threw the pants away.
I was at a bit of a disadvantage now as I was pitching a rather visible tent (more nerves than anything else I think - although that long look at her bare breasts didn't help). Grandma got a eyeful, raising an eyebrow at me. "Sorry," I mumbled, feeling my face flush.
"Well I guess I'm flattered..."
"We can stop if you want. I mean, if you want to give up."
"I don't. Do you?"
"No -" hardly had the word left my mouth than she charged me, trying to tackle me down to the mat. But I was ready this time and braced myself. Grandma doesn't weigh much and I caught her, wrapping my arms around her in a bearhug, squeezing with all my might, shaking her back and forth. She kicked at me wildly, grunting and gasping, but she couldn't get her legs in the right position to get any good kicks in. When this didn't work she leaned backwards and hit me with a headbutt.
I don't know how to do a good headbutt, and I don't think grandma did either as this seemed to hurt her almost as much as me. In any case I fell down in surprise, with grandma landing awkwardly on top of me.
"Sweetie, are you okay?" she asked as she climbed off me. "Are you bleeding?"
"No," I gasped. "I'm fine. I can keep going."
"Good." With that she lifted up her right foot and stomped on my stomach. I groaned, curling up into a ball. Grandma told me to get up if I wanted to keep fighting or she'd pin me right now. Panting, I managed to get up to my knees. She had walked over to me and reached down to grab me, but I surprised her by grabbing her panties and pulling them down to her feet. She stared at me, eyes wide, then reached back and slapped me across the face, wickedly hard, my head turning with the blow. I was knocked down and ended up on the ground laying on my chest. Before I could start getting up again I heard my furious grandmother yelling "Your turn!" as she yanked my boxers off. She started trying to give me a spanking, but I managed to roll over onto my back, frustrating her. She grabbed my hard cock with both hands, squeezing it.
"Grandma, stop!" I screamed. "That hurts!"
"That's the idea!" She bore down even more, drawing a groan of pain from me. "Just lay down and let me pin you!" I grabbed her wrists, pulling them away from my cock. I planted my foot in grandma's stomach and flipped her over the top of my head. This was a little sloppy, but it seemed to work well enough as she went over me, landing with a grunt on her back.
We both got up, facing off totally naked. Grandma was as pissed as I've ever seen her, and I guess I was pretty mad myself. She lunged at my cock and I grabbed her wrists. For a minute we struggled, but I was much stronger than her and started forcing her down. Just as I thought I had her where I wanted her, her right foot shot out, slamming into my stomach. If I'd seen this coming maybe I could have braced or something, but as it was I just groaned and fell down. Grandma crawled on top of me and started counting. I leaned up and she glared down at me in frustration. "Just lay still!" she barked, pushing my shoulders down. She started counting again, but I was strong enough to move her hands and lean up again. I tried to push her off me and get up, but she grapevined my legs, spreading them wide with her own.
We were stalemated: With her grapevine on me I couldn't get her off, but she couldn't hold me down long enough to count a pin. As we struggled against each other the tip of my cock brushed against her pussy lips. This seemed to have given Grandma an idea as she steadied her body above mine. I started up at her, not believing she was really going to do it. She slid her hips down until my crown was at her entrance.
"Do you give up?" she rasped. I shook my head no and she slid down my cock with a moan. "How about now?" I opened my mouth but couldn't find any words as she started fucking me, excruciatingly slowly. I couldn't move my hips at all and it was up to her to set the pace. After a few long, slow strokes she must have enjoyed too much I saw her shake her head and she slid up, doing very short movements, teasing the underside of my head with quick, bucking strokes. Looking back I realize she was making sure I came first. I really had no chance against her experience and in no time at all she had pushed me to the edge. Grandma stared down at me as she quickly finished me, her eyes boring into mine as I started cumming, shooting my load into her pussy as she worked it up and down my shaft. As I finished she slid all the way down, clamping down on my cock with her cunt.
Suffice to say it was easy for her to count me out as I lay under her unable to move with my eyes closed. She finally released the grapevine, sliding up my body until she was sitting on my neck. I opened my eyes to see her looming over me.
"Do you know what's coming now, honey?" I shook my head no. "Well, you made a real mess. You're going to have to clean me up." I tried to shake my had no again, but she had already moved to straddle my head and pressed her pussy into my face, rubbing her juices and my own cum across my nose and mouth.
I lay under her gasping as she rode my face. My cock had deflated rapidly after she made me cum, but got hard again despite my discomfort as I held on for dear life. My grandmother came on my face, grinding her crotch against me as she climaxed. I thought my nose might be broken as she climbed off me, panting. She reached down to help me up; as soon as I was on my feet, she told me that the winner gets to shower first and lumbered out of the room in victory as I went to get some tissues to start cleaning myself up.
I really hoped my mom wasn't going to find out about this.
When I was a teen, my mom and dad started having some martial trouble; my big sister was already at college, but I got shipped off to stay with Grandma Robin in her big house about half an hour outside town. This whole thing started after I'd been there for about three weeks. We were at the breakfast table; Grandma read an article about the army allowing women in combat roles. I was in a bad mood - I'm not a morning person - and before I knew it we were in an argument over whether women belonged in harm's way. With all the smug self-certitude of a dumb teenager I told her that women are weaker than men and should stay in the kitchen. This brought on her oh-really eyebrow raise that normally stopped me cold, but instead I took another drink of coffee and kept going on about how men had the advantage if it came down to close quarters combat She let me finish and then told me that no matter how strong a man was, a woman could outlast all the muscle on him. I said this was bullshit (not in so many words) - I could beat her at arm wrestling right now. She admitted that she probably wouldn't be able to beat me there, but that brute strength wasn't everything. I asked what she thought she could beat me at? She told me she could pin me for five seconds. I laughed at her and told her she was on.
We quickly finished breakfast and cleaned up. I went to my room and changed into a baggy pair of pajama pants and a oversized T-shirt. When I came out Grandma Robin was still in her room; I knocked and asked if she was all right in there, or if she fell and hurt herself. She opened the door long enough to give me a death glare and then slammed it shut again. A minute later it swung open and she walked out in her long, formless, light blue cotton nightshirt; I could just see her plain beige panties underneath it. "Try not to rip anything," she told me before walking off to the living room.
It didn't take long to move the furniture in the big, sunny living room to the corners, leaving us a nice large, fluffy rug to wrestle on. We faced each other, giving one another one last look.
My grandmother at this time was in her early 50's, with grey streaks in her shoulder length light blonde hair. She certainly didn't look very fearsome no matter how she scrunched up her delicate features. She has deep set brown eyes (with light smile lines) and a small, expressive mouth. At all of five four and maybe 140 pounds, I was half a foot taller and 40 pounds heavier. At the moment it wasn't easy to see her shape, but the bulge of her B-cups was slightly visible under her shirt.
"Go!" she yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts as she charged me. I tried to grab her but she ducked under my arms and tackled me. I'm sure if I'd had time to brace myself I could have stayed standing, but I was surprised and went down on my back with my grandmother on top of me. As soon as I hit the ground she pressed her body down on mine and started counting, but before she got to two I pushed her off.
We both got to our knees facing each other. She lunged at me again, but this time I caught her. I tried to use her momentum to toss her to the ground, but instead I kind of ended up shoving her down. I tried to climb on top of her but she put both feet on my chest and kicked me away. Again we got to our knees facing each other. This time as we came close she faked a slap, and when I went to grab her arm she reached down, grabbing my shirt and pulling it up and over my head.
If she had just pulled it off that would have been a little weird but not so bad; instead she left it trapping my arms straight over my head. I managed a muffled "Hey!" before she pushed me over onto the rug on my back. I blindly struggled as she sat down on my chest and started counting.
I managed to buck her off and roll onto my side to break up the pin, but I was having a lot of trouble getting my god-damned shirt off. Grandma rolled me onto my chest and slapped my butt, taunting me. I finally got free from the shirt, tossing it to one side and rolling away from grandma, trying to get my breath We both got to our feet and squared up.
Both of us were breathing heavily and starting to sweat as we circled, hands out in front of us. I attacked first, darting in and trying to push her over. She pushed back against me and for a second we were in a test of strength. There was no way my grandmother was going to overpower me, and sure enough I started forcing her back and down. She grunted with effort but couldn't stop me, and I managed to force her down onto her back. I quickly covered her and started counting, but only got to one before she flipped me off.
We got to our knees and she asked if I wanted to give up - she told me to just lay down and she'd pin me and we'd go on with our day. I just shook my head and lunged at her. I grabbed two handfuls of her nightshirt, pulling it over her head, hoping to do the same thing to her that she'd done to me. I hadn't bargained for the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra, and her small B-cups were on full display as the shirt got tangled up in her arms. I stopped to stare in shock, and this gave her time to get the nightshirt off. She saw me looking and took advantage of my distraction to attack with a huge shove. I went flying, coming to rest on my back, and she crawled on top of me before I could get up. She started counting and got to 2 before I managed to come to my senses and kick out. I pushed her away and got to my feet. We both circled warily; Grandma made the first move aiming a slap at my face. I ducked under it and she dropped her hands, lunging at me, grabbing the waistband of my pants. She tried to use her grip to throw me to the ground, but my pants were so baggy she ended up holding them as I basically fell out of them, down to just my boxers. She was just as surprised as I was, and I took the chance to get up as she shook her head and threw the pants away.
I was at a bit of a disadvantage now as I was pitching a rather visible tent (more nerves than anything else I think - although that long look at her bare breasts didn't help). Grandma got a eyeful, raising an eyebrow at me. "Sorry," I mumbled, feeling my face flush.
"Well I guess I'm flattered..."
"We can stop if you want. I mean, if you want to give up."
"I don't. Do you?"
"No -" hardly had the word left my mouth than she charged me, trying to tackle me down to the mat. But I was ready this time and braced myself. Grandma doesn't weigh much and I caught her, wrapping my arms around her in a bearhug, squeezing with all my might, shaking her back and forth. She kicked at me wildly, grunting and gasping, but she couldn't get her legs in the right position to get any good kicks in. When this didn't work she leaned backwards and hit me with a headbutt.
I don't know how to do a good headbutt, and I don't think grandma did either as this seemed to hurt her almost as much as me. In any case I fell down in surprise, with grandma landing awkwardly on top of me.
"Sweetie, are you okay?" she asked as she climbed off me. "Are you bleeding?"
"No," I gasped. "I'm fine. I can keep going."
"Good." With that she lifted up her right foot and stomped on my stomach. I groaned, curling up into a ball. Grandma told me to get up if I wanted to keep fighting or she'd pin me right now. Panting, I managed to get up to my knees. She had walked over to me and reached down to grab me, but I surprised her by grabbing her panties and pulling them down to her feet. She stared at me, eyes wide, then reached back and slapped me across the face, wickedly hard, my head turning with the blow. I was knocked down and ended up on the ground laying on my chest. Before I could start getting up again I heard my furious grandmother yelling "Your turn!" as she yanked my boxers off. She started trying to give me a spanking, but I managed to roll over onto my back, frustrating her. She grabbed my hard cock with both hands, squeezing it.
"Grandma, stop!" I screamed. "That hurts!"
"That's the idea!" She bore down even more, drawing a groan of pain from me. "Just lay down and let me pin you!" I grabbed her wrists, pulling them away from my cock. I planted my foot in grandma's stomach and flipped her over the top of my head. This was a little sloppy, but it seemed to work well enough as she went over me, landing with a grunt on her back.
We both got up, facing off totally naked. Grandma was as pissed as I've ever seen her, and I guess I was pretty mad myself. She lunged at my cock and I grabbed her wrists. For a minute we struggled, but I was much stronger than her and started forcing her down. Just as I thought I had her where I wanted her, her right foot shot out, slamming into my stomach. If I'd seen this coming maybe I could have braced or something, but as it was I just groaned and fell down. Grandma crawled on top of me and started counting. I leaned up and she glared down at me in frustration. "Just lay still!" she barked, pushing my shoulders down. She started counting again, but I was strong enough to move her hands and lean up again. I tried to push her off me and get up, but she grapevined my legs, spreading them wide with her own.
We were stalemated: With her grapevine on me I couldn't get her off, but she couldn't hold me down long enough to count a pin. As we struggled against each other the tip of my cock brushed against her pussy lips. This seemed to have given Grandma an idea as she steadied her body above mine. I started up at her, not believing she was really going to do it. She slid her hips down until my crown was at her entrance.
"Do you give up?" she rasped. I shook my head no and she slid down my cock with a moan. "How about now?" I opened my mouth but couldn't find any words as she started fucking me, excruciatingly slowly. I couldn't move my hips at all and it was up to her to set the pace. After a few long, slow strokes she must have enjoyed too much I saw her shake her head and she slid up, doing very short movements, teasing the underside of my head with quick, bucking strokes. Looking back I realize she was making sure I came first. I really had no chance against her experience and in no time at all she had pushed me to the edge. Grandma stared down at me as she quickly finished me, her eyes boring into mine as I started cumming, shooting my load into her pussy as she worked it up and down my shaft. As I finished she slid all the way down, clamping down on my cock with her cunt.
Suffice to say it was easy for her to count me out as I lay under her unable to move with my eyes closed. She finally released the grapevine, sliding up my body until she was sitting on my neck. I opened my eyes to see her looming over me.
"Do you know what's coming now, honey?" I shook my head no. "Well, you made a real mess. You're going to have to clean me up." I tried to shake my had no again, but she had already moved to straddle my head and pressed her pussy into my face, rubbing her juices and my own cum across my nose and mouth.
I lay under her gasping as she rode my face. My cock had deflated rapidly after she made me cum, but got hard again despite my discomfort as I held on for dear life. My grandmother came on my face, grinding her crotch against me as she climaxed. I thought my nose might be broken as she climbed off me, panting. She reached down to help me up; as soon as I was on my feet, she told me that the winner gets to shower first and lumbered out of the room in victory as I went to get some tissues to start cleaning myself up.
I really hoped my mom wasn't going to find out about this.
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