I had gotten up to pee at 2 AM and was on my way back to bed when I heard a suspicious thunk from the living room. It was probably my imagination, but my daughter was having a sleepover with her best friend Hayley, and I wanted to just make sure my imagination was all it was. As I crept into the living room, I saw Hayley bent over the liquor cabinet, the broken lock on the carpet at her feet.
"Hayley!" I hissed.
"Mrs. Larson!" she squealed, turning to look at me, her eyes as big as dinner plates. "I thought you were asleep!"
"No," I walked towards her, cocking an eyebrow at the lock. "What are you doing?" It was perfectly clear, of course, but I wanted to hear her say it.
"Ummm...." she looked down at the bottle of Maker's Mark still in her hands. "Stealing booze."
"Put it back."
The first sign I had that my daughter's friend wasn't going to slink back to bed in embarrassment was the lingering look she gave the liquor; then she stood up straighter, squaring up with me.
"Maybe I could keep it."
"Hayley," I sighed. "You're 19. You can't drink for another two years."
"Yeah, but nobody would know-"
"Hayley. Put it back."
"Okay, but you could let me keep it, and-"
"Hayley. I'm not going to tell you again."
"Fine." She set the bottle down on the cabinet. "I'll fight you for it."
I eyed her up and down quickly. We were both about the same height, five eight or so; I had maybe a quarter inch on Hayley, but she was built heavier. I’m slim, still in great shape despite three kids and being in (early) middle age with a six pack and sleek muscles. Haley had wider hips and shoulders and thick, powerful limbs, along with a little bit of leftover baby fat; she had a little bit of a belly, but I could tell there were strong muscles under there.
Hayley has healthy, ruddy skin compared to my pale complexion, and long, curly blonde hair midway down her back; I kept my black hair chin-length in a simple bob, and my pale skin looked almost milk-white compared to my younger opponent’s. We were both in our pajamas - I had on a long plain grey nightshirt, while Hayley was wearing a much shorter off-the-shoulder black one with white polka dots.
"All right," I told her as I stepped back, raising my fists in front of my face. "But I'm not going to go easy on you. I hope you know how to fight-"
Hayley charged at me, going low, aiming her shoulders at my knees; I sidestepped and she barreled past me, barely managing to come to a stop, arms flailing, before hitting a wall. I came up behind her, grabbed her left shoulder, and turned her towards me, unleashing a right hook at her head.
She smoothly ducked, coming up with a raising slap aimed at my chest; I faded back and she only hit air, unbalancing herself. I shot my knee into her stomach, bending her over; I thought about trying to knock her out cold right here, but I wanted to see what she had and backed off, letting her take a few deep breaths and get back into fighting position.
"You didn't let me finish," I scolded her as we closed. "Do you know how to fight?" Her answer was a left hook aimed at my jaw; I intercepted her, catching it short on my own right forearm, smashing a straight left into her belly in return. She backed up a half step, but kept her guard up; she definitely had some kind of training or experience.
"So, are you a boxer? Wrestler? Catfighter?" I asked. She didn't answer me, but I could see her eyes watching my hands and shoulders, trying to predict what I was going to do. I came at her with a high, straight left aimed square at her nose; she raised both hands to catch my fist, and when she'd committed to this it was too late for her to stop my straight kick. My foot slammed into her stomach, and again she backed up; this time she had her hands crossed protectively over her belly, moaning.
"You don't want to tell me?" I dropped into a crouch, knocking her legs out with a sweep kick; she fell over and hit the carpeted floor with a grunt. I climbed on top of her quickly, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the ground. "That's fine. I'll get it out of you."
"Get off me," she snarled, bucking wildly. I rode her out; I'd held down bigger, stronger women, and it wasn't difficult to wait until she tired herself out a little bit and lay back, panting.
“There, are you finished? Hayley, Hayley, Hayley. Look at what you've gotten yourself into."
"Get off me," she repeated, a note of angry danger in her voice.
"Now, why would I do that? You know, Haley," I smirked down at her, "we're fighting for that bottle of liquor, right? So you get it if you win, but what do I get if I win?"
"Get off me!"
"Is that all you can say?"
"Fuck you!"
I pulled her left arm down, next to her body, trapping it between her side, the floor and my thigh, leaving my right hand free. I drew it back and gave her a slap, the impact of my hand on her cheek ringing off the walls.
"That's 'Fuck you, Mrs. Larson,'" I corrected her, drawing my hand back again. "Unless you want another one of these."
"No," she sulked. "Let me up. Please."
“Now why would I do that? How about this - I’ll get off you if you take off your nightshirt.”
“Fine.”
I climbed off her, and she got up slowly, panting; after a few deep breaths she stripped her shirt off like it was the most natural thing in the world, throwing it aside and standing in front of me in just her bottoms.
"Well?" she planted her hands on her hips, thrusting her bare tits forward at me. "This what you wanted?"
"It's a start," I purred, taking her in before raising my hands again. “Now let’s see if I can get those bottoms off you.”
“Yeah, right. Keep dreaming, Lois-” she came at me with a big, looping left at my jaw; I knocked it aside, turning her head with a bitchslap, sending her reeling. I nailed her with a backhand, leaving her reeling.
“That’s ‘Mrs. Larson’, remember?” I came in with another slap, but she recovered quickly, weaving to the side. I’d thought she was a bit more staggered, and she surprised me with a hard right, her fist slamming into my stomach. I gasped, having to lean against her to stay standing.
“Hah, is that all?” Hayley pushed me back, creating enough room for that left to the jaw she’d been looking for. My body turned as I fell, and I landed on the carpet on my chest. I could sense Hayley standing over me, sneering. “C’mon, Mrs. Larson, don’t tell me you’ve got a glass jaw after all that? Get up!”
“All right, you got me,” I admitted as I rolled over, rubbed my chin, and stood up. “Come on, show me that wasn’t a lucky hit!” Hayley came at me swinging a wide right hook at my head. I’d decided she wasn’t a boxer; she certainly knew how to throw and take a punch, but her tactics were all wrong for a pure boxer.
Well, I’d show her how it was done. I dipped away from her punch, and she obligingly left herself open for my own hit, a left into her soft belly. Instead of folding up, she snarled and almost caught me with a wicked left that threatened to take my head off. I’d been winding up for a followup right, but had to jump backwards, her fist sailing past my face.
“C’mon, Lois,” she waved me on. “C’mon, let’s fight!”
“You still haven’t told me if you’re a wrestler or a catfighter,” I pointed out as we circled, throwing jabs. Hayley kept leaving herself open after a punch, but not by much; I wasn’t confident enough that I could get in, get a hit and get out without her smacking my teeth down my throat, and after she’d shrugged off my belly buster, I didn’t trust I’d be able to put her down with one punch.
“I’m a scrapper,” Hayley finally said. “And let me guess your fighting style - you put people to sleep by talking too much!” Before I could answer she launched herself at me with her hands wide, reaching for my shoulders; I just had time to weave to the side, tripping her for good measure as she went past me.
Hayley went down, landing hard on her chest with a grunt. I pounced, straddling her back; she was already pushing up off the floor, and I reached down around her body, cupping her hanging breasts.
“Actually,” I whispered in her ear, “I’m a sex fighter.” This didn’t seem to be a move she was used to; she just stayed there, on all fours, moaning, as I ran her hard nipples between my fingers. “That’s right, Hayley; don’t fight back. Why, if you ask real nice -” my right hand slid down her body, coming up around her hips; I eased her bottoms down to her knees. “Maybe Mrs. Larson will make you cum...”
That was a little too far too fast; she tried to back me off with an elbow, but without being able to see, this was a clumsy attempt. With a mental shrug I changed grips, locking her arms up in a full nelson; I stood up, yanking Hayley up with me. She tried to bend over and toss me over her back, but I used my position to outmuscle her, keeping us both vertical as she struggled and grunted in my arms.
“Having a little trouble there?” I asked sweetly.
“Fuck you,” Hayley panted.
“Very original.” Despite the confidence I was projecting, I had the tiger by the tail here; I could discomfort Hayley by working the hold and pushing her neck forward and down, but she was pretty tough, and I doubted this was going to do any real damage. I thought about just wearing her down by letting her struggle, but she’d realized this was fruitless, and we stood there, both panting in the warm night air for a moment.
“Well?” Hayley barked. “You gonna let me go, or are you just going to stab me in the back all night?” Oops; she’d noticed how excited I’d gotten. My nipples were poking right through the very thin nightshirt. “C’mon, Lois, I thought you were going to kick my ass. Let me go and let’s see who’s the better woman.”
I released her, cautiously, on the lookout for a sudden attack; Hayley stepped out of her bottoms, leaving her totally naked as she turned to face me, rubbing the back of her neck, a big smile on her face.
“Well, you got me naked. I think it’s my turn to rip that shirt off you now. Let me see those tits!” With that she lunged forward, aiming her hands at the low hem of my shirt. I faded back a half step and then unleashed a front kick. My young opponent ran straight into it, my foot coming up and smashing into her jaw; she went backwards, landing hard on the carpet with a moan.
I approached, but she kicked at me wildly, and I had to back up as she stood with a snarl. Wordlessly she came at me again, this time opening with a quick right at my jaw. I caught her hand with both of mine, but this was a feint; her left hand dropped, grabbing the hem of my shirt, and with a violent yank she had it up over my head. I ended up trapped, the shirt leaving me blind and my arms stuck straight up above my head.
Pain exploded in my midsection as Hayley landed a punch I couldn’t see; I wasn’t flexed, and her fist dug into my stomach. I sank to my knees with a moan before Hayley pushed me from behind, sending me down to the floor on my chest. I felt her sit on my back, then squealed into my shirt as she grabbed my bottoms and pulled up, administering a wedgie so strong I felt like she was going to saw me in half.
“How’s this feel, Lois?” she taunted me, giving my ass a loud smack. I didn’t answer her, frantically trying to free myself from my shirt; whether by design or accident, Hayley sitting on me was pinning a wad of the material pinned against my back. For the moment I had to just take what she was doing with me; I could feel my face flushing hot with anger and embarrassment as Hayley worked the wedgie, laughing and smacking my ass, having a great time as she taunted me.
By the time Hayley got bored with this and rose off me, my butt was a sore, angry red; I wouldn’t be comfortably sitting down for a while. At least with my opponent off me I was able to free myself from my shirt, angrily tossing it away and rolling over to see Hayley smirking down at me.
“Well, you had enough. Lois? Is that bottle of booze worth getting your ass spanked over?” She was standing over me with her hands on her hips confidently; her legs were spread enough that her pussy was a tempting target. One quick uppercut - not even closed fist, just a slap - and she’d be down on the floor, writhing in agony…
I pushed the thought, pleasurable as it was, away; I had plans for Hayley, and wrecking her pussy ahead of time would run them. I took a deep breath and got up, Hayley stepping back to let me get to my feet, leering at my nearly nude body as she put her fists up.
I stopped to pick my underwear out of my ass where Hayley had wedged it and squared up with her. She lunged low, aiming I think to grab my bottoms and pull them off; an obvious move, one I saw coming easily. I faded back and lifted a kick into her stomach, stopping her cold as she bent over. I launched another kick, this one up into her face, knocking my younger opponent backwards to land hard on the floor.
She rolled away, getting to her feet quickly with the endurance of youth, although she looked a little rattled as she put her fists up and came at me again. She tried to get my bottoms again, but this time opened with a feint, repeatedly taking a quick half-step and raising her hands towards my shoulders; I just waited for her real move, and this time when it came I sidestepped, put my hands on her back, and drove my knee up into her stomach.
I could hear the air burst out of Hayley’s lungs as she gasped, covering her tummy. I kicked her left leg out, and she landed on her butt with a grunt. Another kick, a right roundhouse to the side of her head, put Hayley down on her side, moaning. I moved around to her front, giving her one more kick, this one deep in the pit of her belly.
Hayley rolled over from the force, laying on her back panting helplessly, her hands over her midsection. I pushed her legs apart, getting a good look at her completely bald pussy as she was spread out for me.
“Wow, the brazillian. You know, I thought about getting one of those, but I always stop before going through with it.” I slid my own bottoms down, Hayley’s eyes going wide as I exposed myself. “See, I’ve just got the landing strip.”
I removed my own bottoms, sitting down on Hayley and stuffing my underwear into her mouth. She gagged as I grabbed her wrists, pinning her hands to the floor. She struggled underneath me, trying and failing to spit my bottoms out, giving up and laying back, glaring up at me.
“Well, Hayley, now what am I going to do with you? Are you ready to give up now?” I asked.
She shook her head no, the fierce look of defiance on her face ruined by my wadded-up, spit-soaked underwear still in her mouth.
I climbed off her, stepping back and letting her roll over. I watched as she got on all fours, spitting out my bottoms, then standing up and setting her fists in front of her face. To my eye it looked like she was getting tired but still had a bit of fight in her; I’d have to be careful with her. I’d lost more than one fight right at this point underestimating an opponent who wasn’t quite finished off yet, and I guessed Hayley still had enough power to do some significant damage.
She came at me throwing controlled hooks, trying to get around my guard to the left and right; I caught her first two hits, but the third smashed into my ribs, knocking me sideways. Hayley followed up with a quick straight aimed at my jaw; it was a good punch, but I saw it coming and ducked.
Hayley’s hands were too high and I charged her from my knees, my shoulder hitting her stomach. I used my momentum to take her down to the floor, Hayley grunting as I landed on top of her. She was only stunned for a second, but it was long enough for me to bring my elbow down square on her forehead.
I could tell from the feel of my elbow smacking into her skull I’d gotten her good with this; her eyes drooped half-closed as they unfocused, her mouth hanging open. I rolled off her, quickly mulling over my options; I could keep working her body, perhaps with an elbow drop or pulling her up into an abdominal stretch; or I could opt for a pleasure attack.
I decided on option two; it was going to take a long time to break Hayley down physically, and despite my conditioning, I was getting tired. I pulled Hayley up to a sitting position, sitting down behind her and scooting forward, reaching my legs around her midsection, bracing my feet against her inner thighs; I could scissor her like this if need be, but the main point was to keep her from closing her legs when she realized what I was doing.
Not that it seemed that was going to happen for a while; Hayley was still reeling from my elbow strike, her chin resting on her chest. I reached around her body, gently cupping her tits, leaning forward to nibble on her ear as I started kneading her breasts.
Hayley came to with a moan; I could feel her body jolt as she realized what I was doing to her. My younger opponent’s first escape attempt was the most obvious, reaching down and grabbing my ankles and trying to pull my legs apart.
The instinct here is to lean back and get your body into the effort, and sure enough this is what Hayley tried; with me right behind her all she managed to do was push herself uselessly against me, my nipples digging into her back.
“Get off!” she strained. I didn’t bother replying, all of my focus on holding my legs in place; if I could just hold on, she was mine. Hayley made one last burst of effort, a deep grunt bursting out of her mouth as she pulled on my ankles with everything she had.
It wasn’t enough; I felt her give up, leaning forward with a defeated moan. My hands had stopped moving as we’d struggled, but now I went back to work, teasing her nipples, rolling them between my fingertips.
Hayley made a belated attempt to stop this, locking her hands around my wrists; if she’d tried this first she might have had more luck, but she’d shot her bolt and barely even made an attempt, just holding on to my wrists as I groped her tits freely, her nipples hardening quickly under my touch.
My left hand stayed on her chest as my right slipped down to her crotch. Hayley tried to close her legs, an attempt easily foiled; I brushed my fingers lightly against her entrance, her body shivering with anticipation.
“This is it, Hayley,” I rasped in her ear. “You’re all mine now. I’m in control of your body; I decide if you’re going to cum.” She gasped as I slipped a finger in and started slowly pumping her. “And you’re going to cum, little girl. Struggle all you want…” I waited a second to see if she was going to take this cue to resist, but she was mine, just sitting there panting as I fingered her.
I toyed with Hayley for a little while, bringing her up to the edge, teasing her clit with my thumb, then backing off; she started whining wordlessly, her hips trying to slide forwards against my hand. The second time I took her up to the edge, any pride she had left was gone when she realized I wasn’t going to finish her this time either.
“Fuccccckkkkkk,” she whined. “Finish me off!”
“Oh, Hayley. You’re going to have to ask me nicely.”
“Please, Mrs. Larson,” she panted. “Please, finish me…”
“Welllllll, all right. Now you can’t wake anyone up when you cum, okay?” I slipped my left hand off her chest up to cover her mouth as my right hand sped up. Hayley, already on the edge, took a half dozen quick pumps before she went over the edge, her body spasming powerfully, her hips pushing up off the mat unconsciously.
I doubted Hayley was faking it, but you don’t get to be my age and still winning fights without being thorough, and I worked her through her climax until I felt her body going limp as she leaned back against me with a happy sigh.
I uncovered her mouth, stopping to wash the fingers I’d had up her pussy in it, Hayley gagging in surprise at first, then swirling her tongue around my digits. Clean, I slipped my hand back down between her legs again, resting my hand gently on her pussy, ready to squeeze the life out of her if I wasn’t about to hear what I wanted out of her.
“Hayley,” I scolded, “I am very annoyed with you right now. You come over to my house, you try to steal my liquor, and then you put me through so much effort to put you in your place. Give one one reason why I shouldn’t-”
“I’m sorry!” Hayley interrupted before I could even finish my threat.
“You’re sorry?”
“I’m really sorry!”
“I don’t believe you-” I applied just the barest hint of pressure; Hayley instinctively tried to close her legs, useless against my braced feet.
“Wait!” she squealed. “Wait. Look, let me show you how sorry I am.”
“I don’t know…”
“Please. You’ll really like it, I promise.”
I let her go, slowly, just in case; she turned to face me on her knees, scooting forward and gently caressing my tits, watching my face for approval. A soft moan slipped out of my mouth as I held on to her shoulders. Taking this as permission to escalate, she leaned down and lowered her mouth to my chest, running her tongue over my right nipple.
Hayley stared up at me as she worked; I ran my hands through her thick hair, looking down at her, smiling, my final victory sealed as my defeated opponent worshipped my breasts in submission.
I let Hayley work for a little bit; she didn’t have a huge amount of experience at this, but she was very eager to please me, and victory is the best aphrodisiac. Before too long I was squirming and ready to move on to the finish; I gently pushed Hayley down until she was laying on her belly, using her hair to guide her between my legs.
I gasped as she ran her tongue up my entrance; she teased me a little bit, her tongue barely touching me as she ran it up and down. This was driving me crazy, and I pushed on the back of her head, forcing her face deeper between my thighs.
Hayley took the hint and started eating me out. I played with my nipples as she licked my pussy, quickly losing myself; a warm tide of pleasure spread out of my crotch, rising up through my body, building to an all-encompassing crescendo.
Hayley kept licking my pussy through my orgasm and then past the point of enjoyment; I had to push on her shoulders to get her to stop, my younger opponent looking up at me with a hopeful smile on her face, her mouth and jaw covered with my juices.
“Was that okay?” she chirped. “Did you finish?”
I nodded wordlessly, still glowing from my climax. Hayley cast around the floor for a second before finding my bottoms and using them to wipe off her face. Then she started collecting her own bottoms and shirt, apparently thinking she was off the hook now.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“What? I mean… we’re done, right?”
“No,” I growled, trying not to let her see how unsteady I was on my feet as I stood up. “Lay down on the floor.”
“But Mrs. Larson-”
“Now!”
Hayley meekly laid down on her back, peering up at me. I stared her down for a second before laying down myself, scooting forward, our legs intertwining; Hayley seemed to get the idea as our crotches met, gasping as I pressed my bare pussy against hers.
“Have you ever done this before, Hayley?”
“No,” she whispered.
“Well, just hold on and enjoy the ride.”
I’d finished a lot of girls like this; Hayley might have been able to make a contest of it even despite her inexperience if she’d fought back, but she had completely surrendered to me now and lay on the floor, leaving the choice of angle of attack and pressure to me. I went after her clit, stimulating it with my own in lazy circles.
“Ooo, fuck!” Hayley gasped, clamping her hands over her mouth, staring at me large-eyed. I let her swearing pass; she was already giving me anything I could want anyway, and I focused on making us both feel good. Hayley’s hands fell away from her face to dig into the floor, her hips slowly bucking back against me. I was beyond toying with her now, just wanting to see her cum.
It didn’t take long; she smothered a long scream as I pushed her to a second climax. I wasn’t far behind her, tribbing her through the convulsion of her orgasm, not letting up as she came to rest still on the floor, until I had to cover my own mouth from my cry of victorious pleasure.
Finished, I backed off from her, and we both lay on the floor for a moment, panting.
“Whew,” I finally gasped. “All right - now we’re done. Oh, except give me your bottoms.”
“Okay…”
We both stood up, Hayley grabbing her underwear and holding it out to me.
“Nicely,” I scolded. Hayley nodded with a scared gulp, then looked down at the floor, reverently handing her bottoms to me. “For my trophy case,” I giggled, taking them from her. “And next time you want a drink, just come ask me, all right?”
With a loud slap on her bare ass I left Hayley there. I slept very well for the rest of the night.
