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.
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