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.
Thursday, June 30, 2016
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.
Friday, June 17, 2016
New books!
Almost forgot! I've been busy writing books. Check 'em out:
Backyard Boxing (interactive M/F)
Stepmother Smackdown (interactive F/F)
Interactive Lesbian Championship Boxing (interactive F/F.... obviously I guess?)
More reposts coming up Soon(tm).
Backyard Boxing (interactive M/F)
Stepmother Smackdown (interactive F/F)
Interactive Lesbian Championship Boxing (interactive F/F.... obviously I guess?)
More reposts coming up Soon(tm).
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