This is a true story. It all started when my girlfriend Gabby started listening to a lot of Carly Rae Jepsen songs. At first I didn't mind, but eventually it became inescapable; driving, working out, even making love, she'd be blasting Carly Rae Jepsen. And Carly doesn't even have that many albums, so it got old rather quick. Being a wiseass I started making fun of Gabby a little bit, playfully accusing her of having a girl crush (which she didn't deny). Then I started fucking around on Twitter, making sure to copy Gabby as I sent the dumbest tweets I could think of. Eventually, I admit, some of these got a bit mean (probably over the line saying I'd rather have my non-existent child "get SIDS than be a Carly Rae Jepsen fan" or how I'd think about her "furry Canadian beaver" to last longer in bed).
Suffice to say Gabby was over the moon when she found out you know who was coming to our town on her concert tour, and almost killed me with a bearhug when I managed to score backstage passes. I have to admit the concert was pretty good, even though I'd heard all the songs enough times so I'd memorized the lyrics and was able to sing along. Then we went backstage; Carly signed my wife's program, then looked over at me to sign mine, but instead of taking the proffered program and pen she stared at me. Her eyes narrowed and she yelled
"@SuperDeadlyHamAttack!"
I went white as a sheet. "What?" I mumbled. "What? I'm not-"
"That's you!" she was pointing at me and came up to yell in my face. "I recognize your profile picture, mother fucker!" With a snap of her fingers five huge security guards surrounded us. "You got a lot of nerve showing your face here. Take them to my dressing room!" Just like that we were frog-marched deep into the bowels of the arena. We sat in her dressing room for a few tense minutes before Carly stormed into the room, looking at her phone. She started reading some of my tweets out loud - "I hope @CarlyRaeJepsen chokes to death on her own poutine farts!!" she screamed.
"It's just a joke," I mumbled.
"I'm not laughing," she hissed. "Are you?" I thought it better not to say anything and she turned to Gabby. "Are you?" Gabby shook her head and Carly looked back at her phone. "@CarlyRaeJepsen is that ur face or did a rabid ferret barf in your mom sweater?"
I giggled involuntarily and she glared at me under her heavy bangs. "One more," she seethed, scrolling with quick, furious swipes. "'@CarlyRaeJepsen hope u can get ur free healthcare to reverse ur butt to face surgery'. What does that even mean?!"
"Well, if your butt was your face - "
"That's it!" she screamed. "Bring them both." I found myself being manhandled by security. They hustled us out of the arena and into a waiting car. We were driven to a local gym, deserted at this time of night. I was dragged into a empty dressing room, where one of Carly's bodyguards - a six foot Jamaican woman with the broadest shoulders I've ever seen - told me to have a seat. I obligingly sat down on one of the wooden benches.
"Listen here," she started in her thick accent. "Right now one of Carly's people is buying some boxing stuff. She's gonna beat you up." She must have noticed the look of shock on my face as she pressed on: "I'm gonna be the ref in a boxing match. I'm telling you right now, you don't stand a chance. Just stay down after she knocks you down, okay? I don't want to be here all night."
"Okay," I mumbled. She was actually pretty good looking - her short, curly light brown hair came down just to her jaw, and to my surprise she had very kind eyes, or maybe she was just feeling bad for the ass-kicking she thought I was about to get. "What's your real name? I need to know what to call you."
"Tomas."
"Alesha." We shook hands - she was, unsurprisingly, really strong. There was a knock at the door and Alesha went to get it, returning with two duffel bags. She threw one to me and ordered me to put on the gear inside. I unzipped it to find white silk boxing shorts, red boxing gloves, and black boots. I looked up at Alesha, but she was already stripping off her suit - her bag had a referee outfit (white striped shirt and black pants). She caught me looking and rolled her eyes: "Put your shit on, loverboy."
Well, what could I do? I stripped naked, then put on the shorts and boots. Alesha had finished dressing and came over to lace up the gloves, telling me she'd had a lot of practice helping Carly into her own boxing gloves - not a good sign, I'm sure.
We walked to the ring - the whole place was totally empty except for Gabby in the front row, and it was kind of eerie. Alesha held the ropes open for me and I slid into the ring, wandering to the center. A spotlight snapped on and held over the ramp as Carly came out from the back, wearing a grey sports bra, hot pink gloves, white silk trunks, and white boots. She strutted down to the ring, blowing kisses to a swooning Gabby. Alesha held the ropes open and Carly slid in, staring daggers at me as her bodyguard waved us both to the center.
"Okay," Alesha sighed. "You both know why you're here. Tomas, I work for Carly, so I'm going to let her do whatever she wants." Well, fuck. I held my gloves out for Carly to touch with her own, but she just shot me a glare and walked back to a corner. Her corner? I don't know all this boxing stuff. Following her lead I went to the opposite corner; Alesha told us to come out fighting and I put my gloves up, my heart already pounding in my chest as I walked to the center of the ring and faced off with Carly Rae Jepsen.
I couldn't believe this was happening! I had no idea how to box, and frankly this whole thing felt surreal. I had my hands up in a guard like I'd seen on TV, but I guess I wasn't doing it right as Carly came in and punched me hard in the stomach. I wasn't prepared for how much this hurt and gagged, my hands dropping and leaving my face open for a left hook that slammed into my jaw. I took a stunned, stumbling sideways step, barely managing to stay standing. Carly put her left glove on my shoulder and spun me back to face her, then punched me straight in the face with her right glove.
I went down on my back, dazed. I stared up at a furious Carly, who barked at Alesha: "Don't count him out, I haven't even broken a sweat yet. Stand him up." Alesha grabbed me and pulled me up to my feet, shoving me at my opponent. I clinched with Carly, hoping to get a minute to catch my breath, but she just kneed me in the balls. I sank to my knees in front of her, and she punched me in the back of the head, knocking me back down to the mat on my chest.
I rolled over and slowly got up, hurting pretty badly but determined to at least get a few good hits on my opponent. We closed up and I threw a clumsy punch that Carly contemptuously slapped away. She went low in return, smacking her left glove into my stomach, but I saw this coming and braced, managing to take the hit without getting the wind knocked out of me. In return I took aim and socked her square in the jaw with my right glove. Her eyes went wide in shock and her mouth dropped open. "You fucking hit me!" she screamed. She turned to her bodyguard: "He hit me!"
"Well, we are in a boxing match, right?" I managed. She turned back to me and threw a absolutely massive right haymaker. I took a quick step back and it sailed past me. Carly put so much force into the blow that when it missed she had to take a few stumbling steps to avoid falling down. Alesha told her boss to calm down and Carly put her gloves up, glaring at me over the top of them. "Come on, dickshit," she hissed, waving me on. She seemed to have gotten herself under control a little as she closed with me throwing hard jabs. I didn't really know how to block these and retreated, trying to cover up. It was useless; Carly opened my guard up with her jabs, then started hitting me with slower, more powerful punches. After four or five of these landed she bent me over with a hard right that impacted on the waistband of my trunks. As I held my stomach and gagged Carly attacked, grabbing me with her gloves and hip-throwing me over her head. I hit the mat with a grunt, rolling over onto my back.
"Are we doing wrestling or boxing?" I managed to groan, giving Alesha my most pitiful look.
"He's right, boss. You're just supposed to hit him..." Carly waved her off, then stood over me, gloves on her hips, waiting for me to get up. With no other choice I rolled over and slowly got to my feet. We faced off again and I still had no idea what to do; Carly had apparently noticed that I had no boxing skills and dispensed with the probing jabs, just coming in throwing full-force hits. She started working my body, launching hooks around my guard into my ribs, then slamming hard straight punches into my chest and stomach through holes in my sloppy defense. I clinched her like mad; she tried to push me away, but I had the desperate strength of a doomed man. I heard her emit a feminine grunt as I squeezed her with my arms.
"Alesha, get him off me!" she screamed. The ref broke us up, first just grabbing me and pulling, then pushing herself between us and prying my arms away from Carly Rae Jepsen. She shoved me a few steps back, then got out of the way and waved us together again.
Knowing I had no defense skills, I went on the offensive, determined to strike first. As we closed I surprised Carly with a fast right-handed punch that landed square in her tummy. Her eyes went wide and she gagged, her hands frozen uselessly up by her face. I threw a left punch into the same spot, then a short right uppercut. Carly went down to one knee, coughing up a gob of spit onto the mat as Alesha came over. She started counting, although she only made it to a slow 3 before a glaring Carly was back on her feet. Alesha gave her boss an eight count, and I saw Carly take a big breath as she put her gloves up to continue the fight.
I figured my surprise had worked once, and I decided to go for it again - besides, once my famous opponent started landing those hits, it was too late. This time Carly was ready for me and took my lunging right punch on her gloves, then hit me back with a left jab to my jaw. She rocked me with a combo of hooks, turning my head left and then right as she slammed each hit into my face. She finished by coming in until we were almost touching, putting her left glove on my back and slamming her right glove into my gut. I went down hard on my chest. I rolled over with a groan, looking up at a furious Carly glaring down at me.
"Take my bra off, I want to humiliate this piece of shit some more," she barked at the ref. I watched from the mat as Alesha came up behind her employer and unhooked the sports bra. Carly sighed happily as her tits tumbled free. She saw me looking and cocked a sneer: "How many times did you jerk off thinking about these, huh? Well, you're about to get a close look. Don't move, pussy." With that she sat down on my chest, leaning forward until she was smothering me with her bare boobs. I kicked my legs helplessly, too weak to push my opponent off me. Carly used her gloves to keep her breasts in position, and I felt my head getting light and my vision getting dark as she worked the smother. Just before I passed out she pulled up, climbing off me and telling her bodyguard to help me up. Alesha roughly pulled me to my feet and shoved me towards Carly, who kicked me right in the balls.
Without even a cup for protection, the top of her foot crushed my nuts against my pelvic bone. I let out a scream and fell to the mat, covering my crotch with my gloves. "Ref!" I squeaked. "Help! You can't kick in boxing!" Alesha just shook her head at me and asked Carly if there was any point in counting. Carly, gloves on hips, said no and told me to get up.
In any regular boxing match I would have been counted out, but after a few minutes of agony I managed to get back to my feet, tenderly, only for Carly to come in and slam a hard punch into my stomach. I clinched with her again, wrapping my arms around her in the hopes that would stop her from hitting me at least long enough for me to catch my breath. Carly was wise to me this time, and I was still weak from the pain, and she easily pushed me away. She pulled my shorts down to the mat, glaring at my hard cock (hey, I'm only human). I managed to step out of my shorts and get my gloves up as Carly started going after my dick. I guess this is one thing she hadn't been able to practice as her punches didn't really hurt that much; instead of hitting my cock straight-on or mashing it against my body, she mostly slapped it around with her gloves, which wasn't especially pleasant but didn't hurt nearly as much as some more effective hits would have (if she'd punched me in the balls I don't think I could have stood after 2 or 3 punches). I took the opportunity to catch my breath while Carly wasted time and energy smacking my cock around. She started grunting with annoyance, apparently expecting me to crumble under her assault; instead I took one last deep breath and punched her straight in the face.
Carly took a shocked step back and I followed, pistoning my gloves into her stomach. She covered her midsection and I went high, turning her head with a left hook. A followup right hook hit her so hard she was knocked down to her hands and knees, panting and looking shocked. Alesha backed me off and started counting (for some reason); this time it took Carly up to 6 before she could stand. She got a standing 8 count and I hoped I could press my advantage a bit, but Carly looked like she had managed to get control of herself and put her gloves up into a strong guard, her eyes giving me that glare over the tops of her boxing gloves and under her thick bangs.
We closed and I made sure I attacked first again, but she simply weaved away from my leading right and came in with a left to my stomach. I groaned and dropped my hands, a rookie mistake that left Carly open to go headhunting, starting with a quick left hook followed by a slower, stronger right. She hit me so hard I took a stumbling half-step sideways, turning partially away from my opponent. Carly kicked my right leg out and I went down on my back, smacking my head into the mat. Carly sat down on my stomach, drawing her right arm back for a knockout punch. I tried to push her off, but at her snarled command Alesha grabbed my arms, pulling my upper body off the mat and getting me in a full nelson.
Carly went to town on my defenseless body, slamming hit after hit into my stomach. I held out as long as I could, but she was relentless; after fifteen gut punches my resistance broke down and I started crying as a sneering, taunting Carly pounded me like a heavy bag. She moved her hits up to my chest, beating my ribs with her gloves, then up to my head. She made sure not to knock me out, using her fists to smack my head left and right instead of putting all of her power into straight punches.
After she'd beaten the fight out of me a sweaty, panting Carly nodded to her bodyguard, who released me. I fell down to the mat as Carly sat up just enough for Alesha to pull her boss' trunks down. Carly slid up my body until her crotch was hovering in front of my face. I smelled her intoxicating musk as she lowered her hips until her glistening labia were less than an inch from my mouth.
"Eat my pussy!" she ordered. I leaned up a tiny bit and ran my tongue over her entrance. Carly moaned and I started eating her out, feeling myself getting hard again as I pleasured my victorious opponent. She put one glove on the back of my head, forcing me deeper between her thighs. "How's that taste?" she groaned. I don't think she expected an answer and I kept at it, putting my gloves on her hips and bracing myself as I got as deep as I could. I could hear Carly's raspy panting turning into ragged moans as I licked her pussy. She pushed harder on the back of my head and I could tell she was about to cum. I hoped if I did a good enough job she'd be satisfied and took her over the edge, her hips reflexively bucking into me as the climax blew through her body.
Carly came down slowly, a long, low, languid moan of satisfaction oozing out of her. She slowly climbed off my face, now coated with her juices. I looked up at her with puppy dog eyes hoping she was done, but she took a deep breath and told me to get on all fours.
I slowly did as she asked, scared to find out what was coming next. Carly got on my left side and started spanking me with her boxing glove. The pain was bad enough, but she also mixed in a lot of verbal humiliation, making me promise not to send any more mean tweets, then making me say I was a loser, a pathetic little pussy, and a limp-dick chump in addition to endless apologies.
When she finally left off the spanking she told me not to move, then commanded Alesha to start milking me. I'd gone a little soft with the pain from the spanking, but Alesha used two fingers and a thumb to quickly get me hard, then started jerking me off quickly. A laughing Carly told her to slow down, relishing this extra humiliation as she circled me, taunting me more as her bodyguard stroked my cock. Alesha's large, strong, soft hand slid up and down my rod at a steady pace; I found myself moaning like a bitch despite myself as she worked my shaft. She cupped her other hand under the tip of my dick, then started telling me I might as well cum and get it over with. I managed to hold on for a little longer, but my doom was inevitable; Alesha expertly caught almost all of my spunk as I started cumming, helplessly pumping my load into her cupped hand.
As soon as I was spent Alesha released my dick and Carly flipped me onto my back. My opponent laughed as her bodyguard spread my own cum all over my beaten face. Alesha wiped her hand on my chest, then at Carly's command undid her boss' boots. Carly stepped out of these and walked over to me, grinding my jizz into my face with her sweaty foot, laughing like a maniac the whole time and toe-fucking my mouth for good measure. Then she had Alesha get a picture as she posed in victory over me, then addressed my girlfriend:
"You sure you want to go home with this loser?" Gabby nodded, prompting a shrug from Carly. "Well, your loss. When he wakes up, tell him I better see nothing but compliments on Twitter. And he can subscribe to my Instagram, too..."
I thought about suing, but who would believe me? Instead, I've been training; her tour is coming through town again next year...
Saturday, April 1, 2017
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Thursday, July 14, 2016
Patti's Progress (M/F & F/F)
Chapter 1
You can imagine my shock when my teenage niece Patti showed up at the sexfight club. It was a lazy Thursday evening and I was sitting in the stands waiting for my ex-wife's match, half-watching the endless undercard, and suddenly there was Patti, walking down to the ring holding her cheap white bathrobe closed. She slid under the ring, shivering (out of nerves; it had to be almost 90 degrees in there) as the announcer introduced her opponent, "Little Jimmy" Pescadero.
You're always supposed to lose your first match, but I thought that putting her up against this guy was downright mean - "Little" is an ironic nickname, and there was no way Patti was getting out of that ring without Jimmy's full ten inches going down her throat or up her pussy. Jimmy's only item of clothing, a bright pink T-backed thong that was basically a sock for his cock and balls, was already straining to hold in his unit.
Patti shucked her robe to reveal a modest one-piece swimsuit I remembered from a visit to Jones Beach a few years ago. I cast my appraising eye over both fighters: Jimmy was 6'1" and ripped, his buzz-cut head already shiny with sweat in the heat and under the lights. Patti's 5'8" and chunky, at least 210 pounds with double D's her swimsuit was straining to contain and a ass big enough to serve dinner on.
At least her long brown hair wasn't loose and easy to grab - she'd tied it back in a braid that reached halfway down her back. Just looking at her green eyes I could tell she was scared, her slightly square jaw set, and her big lips pressed closed. The harsh lights really brought out her freckles; I found I always already thinking up more flattering outfits for her to wear in future matches as she absentmindedly brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ears.
The bell rang and to say I was worried about my niece was an understatement; matches went to a 10 count pin or submission, but since it's a sexfight club, pinning your opponent before you make them cum is very bad form (and you'd have to either do that or totally knock them out to get someone to lay there for a ten count anyway).
Right from the get go I could see that Patti was green as grass. Jimmy walked right up to her and kicked her hard in the gut, and she bent over, holding herself and groaning. He went behind her and bulldogged her face into the mat, then climbed on top of her, getting her arms in a full nelson and grinding his cock against her big ass through their suits. When he got tired of this he released her just long enough to pull the straps of her suit down, then forced her into a camel clutch, giving the half empty hall a great view of her big tits. He started working her breasts over, alternating kneading and milking motions with painful nipple pulls and slaps. Patti's face had gone beet red as she writhed under Jimmy, apparently with no idea what to do.
Finally Jimmy released the hold and rolled her over. He laid some stomps into her stomach, then paused to shuck his suit as Patti lay gasping, covering her midsection. Jimmy rolled her onto her back and straddled her, sliding up her body and aiming his cock at her mouth, probably going for a finishing, humiliating face fuck.
Patti did manage to get at least one good shot as she reached out and grabbed Jimmy's nuts. I didn't have a great angle to see what she was doing, but it didn't take much imagination as Jimmy let out a high-pitched scream and fell off her. Patti foolishly let go of his balls and climbed on top of him in a pin attempt; there was no way this was going to work, even with all of her weight holding him down, and he threw her off at four. They both got up and Patti missed the obvious cue to keep at Jimmy's junk as she instead offered him a lockup. Jimmy took it and no sooner had their hands locked than his foot lashed out into her stomach. Patti groaned and couldn't stop him from pushing her down to her knees. He scooted forward and started rubbing the head of his cock over Patti's lips. She tried to blow it away like a bug. This didn't work and he forced his dick between her lips. Patti gagged as he started fucking her mouth. He couldn't quite get the last two inches in there, but he was sure trying as Patti choked on his unit. He forced her down to the mat in one smooth move, pistoning his rod in and out of Patti's mouth as she ineffectively kicked under him. I hoped he would just nut in her mouth and end the match, but of course he wanted more, so he pulled off before he came, grabbing Patti's long hair with his left hand and slapping her face with his right. Fat tears were running down my niece's face as Jimmy bitchslapped her. Finally he let go with his left hand as his right delivered a devastating punch to the face that laid Patti out for the count.
Jimmy could have just pinned her now, but instead he slid down between her legs, hefting her big thighs on his shoulders. He pushed into her and Patti let out a moan that went up two octaves as he forced every inch into her pussy. Jimmy started fucking her, hard, her big tits bouncing as he slammed his hips into her. I don't know if she came, but it was pretty obvious when Jimmy did, his grunts turning into a loud groan of pleasure as he spurting into her pussy, his thrusts becoming spastic as he finished in my niece.
When he pulled out Patti was clearly done, laying limp on the mat covered in sweat, with Jimmy's cum oozing out of her cunt, but technically he hadn't pinned her yet. Jimmy pulled her up to her feet, then stuck her head between his legs, facing down; he flipped Patti up onto his shoulders (apparently cream pie-ing himself in the process), then slammed her down with a ring-shaking powerbomb.
Patti looked dead as Jimmy came over and straddled her face, laying his sweaty nuts over her mouth as the ref counted the academic pitfall. When her hand hit the mat for 10 Jimmy climbed off, planting a foot on Patti's face as he blew kisses to the crowd, then took a deep bow and left the ring. Two other refs had to come out and help Patti to the back.
I waited a week before inviting Patti over for dinner to talk about her future at the club.
Chapter 2
When I invited my niece over to discuss the asswhooping I'd seen her take at the sexfighting club, I was prepared for a very awkward conversation; but it turned out that not only did Patti know about my membership, she'd been making copies of my VHS and DVD collections of my matches. I told her that her mom would kill her and then me if she found out, but Patti said she wanted to keep doing it; she turned her big green eyes on me in a puppy dog look. I agreed to be her manager and she jumped out of her seat, and squealing "Uncle Rick!" while crushing me in a bearhug.
I got to work training her, but we had a time limit - club rule is that you need to wrestle within 90 days unless you have a doctor's note (like mine - I semi-retired from the club a few years back after falling off the top of a steel cage and fucking up my shoulder). We got to work on her conditioning; her body shape didn't change too much as she only lost a few pounds, but she went from being just a big pudgy girl into having a kind of fit fat girl thing. I also showed her some very basic moves, but more of that would have to wait until after her next match. I booked her for a match with the daughter of my buddy Jim - his girl, Nora, was 1-3 (with a big goose egg against girls), and we figured this match should end up as a confidence booster for one of them at least.
Nora and Patti ended up at the very bottom of the card on a sleepy, rainy Thursday night, ending up even lower than one of the perennially unpopular "GILF" bouts, this one matching up Mrs. Jennifer Tyne, age 67, against Miss Roberta Quackenbush, age 64. At least this meant almost nobody would be in the stands for what I was sure would probably be a mess of a match.
Patti was still in her swimsuit from the first match (I made a note to get her some outfits), and she certainly looked impressive towering over Nora, who at 5'4" was giving up a good four inches and 60 pounds to her opponent. I'd seen Nora wrestle before but cast my eye over her anyway - average build, pert B cups, no butt, long legs. She'd cut her black hair into a short wave that barely reached past her ears - probably to avoid it getting grabbed - and was wearing a red and white polka dot two piece. She waved to her dad in the stands who was madly blowing her kisses. Patti rolled her eyes and turned to me; I gave her a thumbs up.
Right from the bell my worst fears were realized. The sound of the bell hadn't even faded before Patti fell for the oldest trick in the book, shaking hands with Nora, who then kicked my niece right between the legs. Patti fell to her knees groaning and Nora pushed her down to the mat, going for a ridiculous pinfall attempt that got to two before Patti heaved her off. Both fighters got to their knees and Nora lunged at Patti, grabbing her hair and pulling her head down into Nora's rising knee. Patti screamed and covered her face, and Nora slammed her head to the mat with a big DDT. Nora started stomping on Patti's head as my dazed niece tried to get up. She managed to get to her knees and nailed Nora with a hard elbow to the stomach that made her back off. This gave Patti enough breathing room to get to her feet and the two fighters closed again.
Patti tried to go for what looked like a bearhug (a move I'd taught her to try to capitalize on her strength), but she walked into a hard kick to the stomach. She bent over for a second, long enough for Nora to grab her hair and pull her head up. Patti looked right into Nora's face for a second before Nora hit her with a headbutt.
Patti went down on her back and I could see blood between the fingers she was pressing into her face. Nora laid a stomp deep into her stomach, and Patti gagged, trying to cover both her face and gut. I yelled at her to get up and Patti started slowly rolling on to her stomach. Nora, to the delight of all 12 people in the audience, reached behind her own back and undid her top, her small pink nipples already hard. She stalked Patti, waiting until my niece was up on all fours, then coming in and wrapping her top around Patti's neck and choking her.
Of course the ref let her do this, starting a 30 count instead of calling a foul like she should have. She counted slowly, and Patti's face turned beet red as she clawed uselessly at the bikini top around her neck. To add some humiliation Nora held the top with just her right hand, spanking Patti's big ass with her left, then pulling her suit up her crack and giving her a wedgie.
At 30 the ref finally made Nora release the choke, causing Patti to collapse to the mat, gagging and coughing. Nora didn't give her any chance to recover, burying her foot in my niece's stomach, then rolling her onto her back and going for a pin.
At least Patti had enough sense to kick out, throwing Nora off her at eight. It looked like Nora had thought the match was over and was too slow to capitalize as a still-hurt Patti lumbered to her feet, coming in and picking Nora up in bearhug.
I'd been hoping for her to do this all match, and it was beautiful. She had Nora's arms pinned to her sides and her opponent could only kick her feet uselessly as Patti squeezed her. Like I'd shown her she leaned back, taking Nora's feet off the mat and shaking her like a ragdoll. Nora kicked blindly, her breath becoming rapid panting as she tried and failed to get out of the hold. I let a little seed of hope take root - surely Patti could just squeeze Nora unconscious, then throw her to the mat and cover her for a quick count. I couldn't see Nora's face, but I could see her starting to go limp as the ref came over to make sure she wasn't going to get squeezed to death. The ref made Patti break the hold, and my niece threw Nora to the mat, then looked at me for advice - I considered telling her to go for the cover, but that would look a little chickenshit. I yelled "Strip her!" and Patti nodded, quickly pulling off a unmoving Nora's bottoms. Patti balled them up and threw them over to me - I held on to them for safekeeping, her first trophy. Nora had just started stirring as Patti turned back to face her, and wasn't quick enough to avoid the big standing splash my niece aimed at her. Nora's legs flew up off the mat with the impact and I came out of my seat cheering as Patti hooked a leg and the ref started counting.
In her excitement Patti had forgotten one of the basics - instead of laying with all her weight on her opponent like I'd shown her, she was barely touching Nora, holding herself up with one hand. If she'd pressed her down I have no doubt she could have ended the match right here, but as it was Nora managed a weak kickout. Patti turned to me with a lost look on her face; apparently she didn't know what else to do. "Make her cum!" I screamed. Patti nodded and turned back to Nora, who had just barely started coming around. Patti bent over and kissed her opponent. This was a good start, but it seemed like she still needed a little help.
I yelled at Patti to do to Nora what she did to herself while masturbating, and this seemed to get through to her as Patti reached between her opponent's legs and started playing with her pussy. Nora had gone limp and I dared to believe that Patti could pull this off as she broke the kiss, moving down and leaning down over Nora's chest. She added a hesitant, clumsy oral attack, licking and sucking on Nora's hard little nipples. Nora started stirring, moaning and writing under Patti's attack. I hoped she would just lay there and let herself be finished off, but she started pushing against my niece. Patti pushed back, trying and failing to both hold Nora down and continue fingering her. Desperately she darted her head down at Nora's crotch, I think hoping to get her tongue into her opponent's pussy, but Nora swung her leg up, smacking her knee right into Patti's forehead with a scary thwack. Patti fell backwards, obviously dazed. Nora slowly got to her knees - I cursed as it looked like Patti had almost finished her off; her face was flushed and she seemed groggy.
Both fighters slowly got up to their feet, breathing heavily. Looking to pick up where she'd left off, Patti made a clumsy grab at Nora's crotch, but she was just a bit too slow and ate another knee - this one landed on her nose with a crunch. Patti went down and just like that the match was back in Nora's hands. I screamed at Patti to get up, but she just covered her face as Nora walked over, then pulled Patti back up to her feet, getting behind her and locking her arms around my niece's big stomach. Patti lolled in her grip for a second as Nora took a deep breath, then she nailed my girl with her finisher, an impressive release German suplex. All 200+ pounds of my niece went over Nora's head and she landed with a huge crash on the mat. Nora kicked her onto her back and sat down on Patti's face. My niece made a few weak kicks, but couldn't unseat Nora before the ten count. A victorious Nora climbed off her and posed with her foot on Patti's face.
The match was over and Patti had to face the music. Nora stripped her, then laid her out flat on her back in the middle of the ring. I'd told Patti what she could expect if she lost, but she still let out a theatrical groan right before Nora planted her bare pussy on my niece's face.
Despite the beating and humiliation my girl had taken, I thought she didn't put on a bad performance; she'd made a few rookie mistakes, and after fixing these I thought she'd be a formidable fighter.
That thought lasted about four days.
Chapter 3
I should have had another 3 months to train Patti before she had another match, and I figured I'd be able to get her trained up - her beating at Nora's hands had demonstrated that even if she was physically in better shape, she was still very raw and needed help with the fundamentals.
Unfortunately I didn't get more than a week to work with her before Patti found herself in her very first feud. At her last match one of the dozen people in the stands was Mrs. Rebecca Holt, former three-time women's sexfighting champ and mother to Brianna Holt, a up-and-coming fighter and also a real mean bitch. Either Rebecca decided that my niece would be a great notch on her daughter's belt because of her size, or Brianna just took a disliking to her, but at the next event Brianna came down to the ring and cut a really mean promo on Patti, calling her "Fatty Patti" and "Hamburger Patti" - which seemed like the kind of nicknames that would really stick, unfortunately.
There was no way to not do the match, even though I knew Patti was going to get killed. Even worse, it was booked for two weeks away. I barely had time to show Patti a few more moves before the night was upon us. I gave Patti a pep talk, telling her that she had size and strength on her opponent, and I almost convinced myself that Brianna would make a mistake Patti could capitalize on and maybe knock her out with one move. Or, with me in Patti's corner, maybe she could use her strength to back Brianna in there; the refs always gave a slow thirty count on a double team like that, and I was sure I could weaken Brianna enough for Patti to put her away. Of course it was just as likely that Brianna would be able to use her ring savvy to push Patti into her own corner, and I'd seen Rebecca reduce more than one formidable fighter into a quivering mess in that exact situation.
I'd done all I could and gave Patti a big hug before we came out of the back and hit the ring. I took Patti's robe as she walked the ring playing to the crowd (it was three or four times the size of her previous matches - all there to see Brianna). The crowd was mostly quiet for Patti, but as soon as Brianna stepped out from behind the curtain they came to life, clapping and cheering as she strutted down to the ring, her mom a few steps behind.
I have to give Brianna this - she's one of the most beautiful fighters in the league, with arresting blue eyes and big, pouty lips. From her her long blonde hair down to her delicately manicured toes she was a knockout. At 5'6" and 125 pounds she was sleekly muscled, sporting perky C cups and a tight butt. Her outfit didn't leave much to the imagination - she was wearing a lacy black bra and a small set of black lace panties. Why cover up a masterpiece, I suppose.
Brianna slid into the ring and bowed to her fans, then handed her robe to her mom. The bell rang to start the match and the fighters closed. Brianna offered a lockup, but Patti had enough sense not to fall for this. She tried to fake Brianna out by lifting her hands to accept and then kicking her in the stomach, but she wasn't quick enough to pull this off, and Brianna took a step back, catching Patti's leg and twisting it, dumping my niece on the mat. Brianna kept her grip on Patti's ankle and reached down to try and get the other one, but Patti drew her leg back and shot it straight into Brianna's face. In a beautiful moment Brianna went flying backwards, slamming into the mat on her back, holding her face and groaning. Patti got to her feet and walked over, reaching down to grab her opponent, but Brianna surprised her with a uppercut between the legs. Her mom clapped loudly as my niece sank to the mat on her knees, holding herself and looking like she was trying not to cry. Brianna stood up, took a step back, and then charged forward with a football punt that almost took Patti's head off, the blonde's foot snapping Patti's head backwards with a loud crack and putting her down on her back. Patti rubbed her jaw but otherwise didn't move as Brianna came up and kicked her over onto her chest. Brianna sat down on my niece's back, pulling Patti's arms back in a camel clutch position, but instead of hooking her hands under Patti's chin (or even reaching down for her tits like her opponent had in her debut match), Brianna just humiliated her, hooking her mouth and pulling up on her nose as Patti struggled under her. When Brianna got tired of this she got a handful of my niece's hair, pulling her head back and slapping her face with her other hand. Despite Patti's best efforts she was at her opponent's mercy, and it was only Brianna getting bored that lead to the end of the hold.
When Brianna released my niece, she didn't give her a moment to rest, pulling a winded Patti up to her feet. She managed to get Patti up for a powerslam, the crowd applauding her feat of strength before Brianna slammed my niece down to the mat. Without missing a beat Brianna dropped an elbow into Patti's stomach. She rolled Patti onto her chest and sat down on her back, facing her feet. She grabbed the bottom of my niece's suit, pulling it up into a T shape and giving her a wedgie. Then she started spanking Patti's big butt. I yelled for my niece to get up, but despite Patti wildly kicking her legs she couldn't unseat her opponent, who proceeded to humiliate her, working the wedgie and turning her ass red with spanks. I hoped that Patti would manage to get her arms under her and power out, but after a few minutes of Brianna spanking and taunting her I could tell this wouldn't end until Brianna got tired of it.
That took quite a while - Patti's butt was beet red by the time Brianna let her go. Eventually Brianna left off and let Patti up. Patti, sniffling, slowly got to her feet as Brianna danced around her, fists up. Brianna came at my niece swinging punches. Patti threw a big overhand slap, which her opponent dodged, and my niece left herself open for a vicious kick to the stomach. Patti bent over, heaving, and a smirking Brianna locked her into a front facelock, then slammed her to the mat with a DDT. Brianna got up on her knees, crawling over to her opponent and unzipped Patti's suit, then started working it down her body. As Brianna pulled it off her legs Patti managed to roll onto her back and aimed a big kick at her opponent. She just missed, her foot coming within a few inches of Brianna's jaw. Brianna laughed and dropped a double ax-handle into Patti's midsection. My niece covered her stomach and Brianna gave her bare tits a double nipple twist. Patti screamed and made a grab for her opponent's wrists, but she was too slow. Try as Patti might she couldn't defend herself, her tormentor's hands dancing up and down her body, delivering slaps, pinches, and grabs, attacking Patti from her pussy up to her face - here a hit to the stomach, there a slap that sent Patti's big left tit flying, a grab and wrench of my niece's nose, a quick pussy squeeze that had Patti groaning in agony.
When Brianna got bored of this she stunned Patti with a left hook to the jaw, then seated herself on my niece's stomach. Brianna went for a choke, using both hands to cover my niece's nose and mouth. She kept this hold on long enough to almost put Patti out, waiting until my niece's eyes rolled back in her head. Brianna released the hold, leaving her opponent laying flat on her back. Brianna moved up to Patti's head, sitting down on the mat and pulling Patti towards her, cradling the back of my niece's head in her crotch, then wrapped her legs around Patti's neck in a figure four choke.
Patti weakly tried to pull Brianna's legs apart, but her strength was long spent. Slowly her arms fell away from her opponent's thighs. Patti's tongue fell out of her mouth, and my niece drooled as Brianna's lean, strong legs choked the fight out of her. The ref came over and lifted Patti's hand and let it drop, once, twice - Brianna released the choke just before the ref could do it a third time and end the match. Brianna could have easily pinned her opponent, but she was apparently set on humiliating her. Brianna got to her feet, pulling a limp Patti up with a taunt of "Get up, tubbo!" Brianna kept my niece in a headlock and started backing up, pushing Patti into the corner where her mom lurked. Patti had her eyes closed, but I could see her mouth form a surprised O as Rebecca grabbed her through the ropes and started working on her.
I had no doubt what Rebecca was doing - she'd definitely smeared some lube on the ringpost before the match, and she'd have one finger up my niece's ass while she worked Patti's pussy with the other hand. Patti let out a pitiful groan as Brianna held her steady. The ref started counting as the crowd cheered, half the arena getting a great show as Rebecca finger-fucked my niece.
At 30 the ref made Brianna and her mom break, but it was clear to everyone that the match was over anyway. Patti was limp and Brianna put her on the mat with a quick snapmare. Patti landed spread-eagled, barely stirring as Brianna pushed her legs apart and then sat down between her thighs. Brianna slid her foot between my niece's legs, carefully teasing her clit with her toes. The crowd was laughing and cheering the show as Brianna finished off my niece humiliatingly, Patti's hips bucking against the air, eyes closed, as her opponent made her cum.
A triumphant Brianna got the academic pinfall, standing over Patti and putting one bare foot on her stomach. She held her arms over her head in victory as the ref counted ten, then ran over to hug her mom. I hoped that was it - Brianna had certainly shown her dominance, and there was a chance she'd just head to the back instead of getting herself off. This proved to be a futile hope as Brianna came back over for her victory facesit, plopping herself on my niece's face, pointed at her feet. She reached down and held on to my defeated niece's tits as she started her ride. The arena was respectfully silent as Brianna fucked Patti's face, throwing her head back with a scream of pleasure as she climaxed.
Patti was 0-3.
Chapter 4
Patti cried a little bit after her loss, but she started getting over it pretty quickly; she's a tough girl. I tried to help her chalk it up as a learning experience and move on, but we weren't so lucky. I don't know what more Brianna thought she could do to my niece, but next week she pulled some strings and got herself booked into a tag match against a team of Patti and myself. When I first heard about this I assumed it was me and Patti versus Brianna and her mom Rebecca, and I was a little surprised when it ended up being me and Patti versus Brianna and her best friend Caitlin instead. I had a lot of respect for Rebecca's ring skills - I'd wrestled her three times and lost three times, once after she almost broke my leg, and another time after she made me beg into the house mic after jerking me off into my own face - but against these two girls I felt our chances were pretty good. It wasn't the first time I'd been underestimated; It made it back to me that they apparently thought I was an over the hill old dude (my ex-wife Cheryl passed this on with some amusement, telling me not to make myself look bad by actually losing).
I made sure we looked our best. I broke out my lucky hot pink T-backed thong, and took Patti shopping - she got herself a matching pink one-piece, edged with white, and new white ring boots. I also did a little research on Caitlin; she seemed like the typical sidekick kind of girl, a very plain brunette who was a little shorter and a lot less glamorous than her tag partner. Her body at least was in great shape - at 5'5" and 130 pounds she was slightly heaver than Brianna, with bigger boobs and a much larger butt. The plan was that I would handle Caitlin and leave Patti to tackle Brianna as much as she could, although I always tried to stick to the adage that no battle plan survives contact with the enemy.
We were out first the night of the fight; I got a nice hand from the older audience members, while Patti got a few enthusiastic wooo's - whether out of pity or if she had her first fans I'm not sure. Then out came Brianna and Caitlin, sporting matching lacy black bra and panty sets. I'll admit they looked great, every curve on their young bodies standing out as they strutted to the ring like they owned the place. I took my spot outside the ring and Caitlin did likewise, leaving Patti and Brianna to start.
"Come on, chubster," Brianna taunted, waving my niece on. Patti came at her cautiously; when they got close enough Patti lunged at Brianna trying to grab her, but her opponent ducked under her arms and kicked my niece in the crotch. Patti covered herself, leaving herself defenseless as Brianna dropped to the mat and swept her legs out from under her. It wasn't even 30 seconds into the match and Patti was already down as Brianna screamed "Get up, lardass!"
My niece started getting to her feet - despite my best efforts, she hadn't mastered rolling away and up yet - and Brianna came in when she was just on her knees, kicking her right across the chest. Patti covered her boobs, leaving Brianna free to grab two handfuls of hair, which she used to slam Patti down to the mat chest-first. Brianna grabbed both of Patti's wrists and pulled back, planting her foot in my niece's back and pushing down. Patti screamed as her arms were wrenched. "How's that, you fat fuck?!" Brianna taunted her. The ref came in to see if Patti wanted to give up, but she shook her head no. Brianna got bored of this and released the hold, planting her foot on the back of Patti's head and grinding my niece's face into the mat.
Brianna took a quick victory lap, telling the crowd "that fat cunt" was already finished, before turning back to my niece. Patti had managed to get up to her feet and the fighters closed again. Patti surprised Brianna with a big slap, staggering her and almost knocking her down. Patti grabbed her in a bearhug and for a second I thought she might have won the match with one move. Unfortunately Patti left her opponent's arms free, and she only managed one big squeeze before Brianna raked her nails down my niece's face. Patti released her opponent, whimpering and checking her face for blood (luckily, Brianna's short nails hadn't pierced the skin). Brianna took the opportunity to back into her corner, where she tagged her partner in.
I called for a tag as well and Patti came over and slapped hands with me. I slid between the ropes and squared off with my opponent.
Caitlin offered a lockup, but I could see from her stance it was a trap; her legs were a little too far back, braced for a kick, probably aimed at my crotch. Instead I charged her. Caitlin yelped in surprise and tried to back up, but it was too late as I slammed my shoulder into her midsection. I heard a satisfying grunt as I knocked the air out of her. I picked her up, then powerslammed her to the mat. Caitlin had enough ring savvy to start getting up right away even though she looked dazed. I stalked her, charging in and bending her over with a quick kick in her stomach, then lifted her over my head in a suplex. She hit the mat with a rewarding groan as the air was knocked out of her. I pulled her up to her feet and tossed her into the ropes, meeting her as she bounced back with my signature dropkick. I'd lost a few inches off my vertical leap, but I still got both feet squarely in her face, sending her flying to land in a moaning heap. I ignored the applause coming from the stands as I walked over to Caitlin and quickly stripped her, tossing her bra and panties to my niece. My opponent just started groggily coming around and I picked her up, keeping her bent over in a headlock. Caitlin's inexperience showed as she let me walk her over to my corner; she made one blind grab for my cock. This missed and before she could try again I backed her in to the corner and Patti went to work.
I couldn't see what Patti was doing, but it was effective - a moaning Caitlin quickly started going limp in my grip as the ref came over to start counting. It must have been a long thirty seconds for Caitlin as she was completely unable to stand when the referee finally called for a break. I lead Caitlin a few steps out of the corner, then threw her to the mat.
I'd given some thought on how to finish Caitlin off and decided that simple was best - so I stripped off my thong, laid her flat on her back (stopping to stuff my suit in her mouth), pushed her legs apart, and gave myself a few strokes to make sure I was nice and hard. By now it had donned on Brianna what was about to happen to her partner and she was going crazy in her corner, but there was nothing she could do as I sealed Caitlin's doom, pushing into her tight cunt with a moan. I laid on top of her and started fucking her roughly, counting on Patti's earlier work to make sure Caitlin came before I did.
It wasn't even close - a dozen pumps and I could feel my opponent's body twitching under me as she started cumming. She reached up, hugging me closer as I finished her off with quick strokes. My suit had fallen out of her mouth and she moaned with every thrust as I shortened up, not taking any chances. Her fingers dug into my back as she rode her climax in the middle of the ring, her pussy squeezing me as she came.
She was well and truly finished by the time I pulled out, wrecked and gasping on the mat.
For the pin I slid forward, pushing my cock, still slick with her juices, inbetween her lips, hearing her gag as my balls hit her chin.
I'll admit I felt a little bad for the kid - she hadn't done anything to me or my niece. But I wanted to send a message, and as I locked eyes with a furious Brianna across the ring, I could tell I'd succeeded. The ref came over and counted ten and I pulled my dick out of Caitlin's mouth. She was so limp I had to wait as the ref dragged her out of the ring.
This was the moment I'd been waiting for as a steaming Brianna stepped between the ropes, immediately charging me with a Amazon war scream. I simply sidestepped and she barreled past me, unable to stop herself from smacking into the ropes. She hit them and instead of bouncing off managed to awkwardly catch herself. This was probably a mistake as before she could turn around I'd come up behind her and nailed her with a dropkick to the back of the head. She almost went over the top with the impact, hugging the ropes for dear life in shock. I grabbed her and pulled her off the ropes, giving her a high-angle suplex that left her groaning on the mat. I sat down on her chest and started punching her in the face - two, three, four hits. I heard Patti yelling for a tag, and I figured it was only fair; Patti wanted revenge, and I wanted to give it to her. I left a dazed Brianna laying on the mat and walked over to our corner, slapping hands with Patti, who climbed into the ring and walked over to her opponent's supine form. Patti jumped in the air, her big ass landing square on Brianna's taut stomach. All of the air went out of Brianna in one gasp. Patti stripped her opponent's top off, pulling Brianna's upper body off the mat to reach around to her back and undo the clasps. A panting Brianna tried to stop her, but she was too weak, and after Patti got her top off, Brianna ate a vicious backhand that put her back down on the mat. Patti grabbed a handful of Brianna's blonde locks and landed a devastating straight punch with her other hand. Patti gave her another punch, then a third and a fourth, until blood started leaking out of Brianna's nose. One more punch set her right eye swelling. Patti lifted her hips up in the air before slamming then back down on Brianna's stomach, a move she repeated twice until her opponent was retching under her. Patti got off Brianna and stripped her bottoms off, tossing them to me (I gave them to Patti after the match as a souvenir). With Brianna on the ropes, I called for a double team. Patti Irish whipped Brianna into our corner. Where Caitlin had been disabled by pleasure, we were taking a different tack with Briana - I reached through the ropes and grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her, leaving a helpless Brianna facing my approaching niece. The ref came over to start counting the double team as Patti laid into our trapped opponent.
Patti started out with punches, slamming her fist into Brianna's stomach a few times just to keep her winded, then giving her jaw a few hits. Brianna started sagging in my grasp and Patti slapped her hard across the face before moving on to her main target: Brianna's beautiful breasts. I'd gotten my ex-wife to give Patti a few lessons, and my niece put them to work as she attacked Brianna's boobs with open-handed slaps - some side to side, sending them flying; some up and down, with enough force to almost hit Brianna in the face with her own tits; and some straight-on, pancaking them against Brianna's ribs. By the count of 15 Brianna was whimpering with every slap to her bruising chest. Patti didn't let up, mixing nipple twists and tit squeezes in with her punches and slaps. Tears started streaming down Brianna's face as my niece tortured her aching tits. At 20, Patti locked on a pussy claw, and Brianna was soon wailing in agony as Patti squeezed her cunt. The ref asked Brianna if she wanted to give up; Brianna shook her head no, ensuring she suffered at Patti's merciless hands until the ref hit 30.
At the count of thirty the ref made us break. I released Brianna, who fell to the mat covering herself. Patti dragged Brianna back to the center of the ring, then slung her opponent over her knee, ass up in the air. Patti started spanking her, with Brianna now opening sobbing in humiliation and pain. She was too weak to fight off her tormentor and the crowd had turned on her, cheering Patti on as she treated her opponent like a misbehaving child. By the time Patti flipped a beaten Brianna off her knee it looked like the fight was over
Patti pulled Brianna up to her feet- carefully; all it would take here was one uppercut to the pussy to swing the momentum back to Brianna - then flipped her opponent up so that Brianna was sitting on Patti's shoulders. My niece debuted her new finisher - a release powerbomb. Brianna was thrown down to the mat with a match-ending crash.
Brianna looked out cold as Patti went for the academic pinfall, putting her foot on Brianna's face as the ref came over and counted ten. The crowd went nuts; beautiful Brianna had been unseated by a fat jobber and her over the hill, semi-retired uncle. Now it was time to celebrate. Patti shed her suit to applause (and a few exaggerated groans) and sat down on Brianna's face. Caitlin had sheepishly climbed back into the ring to face the music. I climbed between the ropes a well, leaning back first against the ringpost and beckoned Caitlin over. I told her to blow me and with a submissive bow of her head Caitlin got to work, running her tongue over my tip before locking her lips around my shaft. I guessed someone had taught her to suck cock as she deepthroated me, taking every inch like a pro. (Sometimes it's the plain ones to go for, guys; they'll work hard to keep you happy.) I had a great view of Patti getting herself off of a twitching Brianna as Caitlin slurped on my rod, one hand massaging my balls. I felt myself getting ready to cum and Caitlin switched grips, sliding one hand and her lips up and down my cock. I reached down to grab her shoulders as I started cumming, panting in victory as my defeated opponent greedily swallowed my load. She sucked me dry, squeezing my cock like a toothpaste tube trying to get the last drop out. I had to push her away as this was a little too much right after my orgasm. I turned her around so we could both watch as Patti reached her own climax, reaching behind her and pulling Brianna's face up, even deeper into her crotch as Patti screamed in orgasmic joy.
My niece had her first victory, and what a sweet one it was.
You can imagine my shock when my teenage niece Patti showed up at the sexfight club. It was a lazy Thursday evening and I was sitting in the stands waiting for my ex-wife's match, half-watching the endless undercard, and suddenly there was Patti, walking down to the ring holding her cheap white bathrobe closed. She slid under the ring, shivering (out of nerves; it had to be almost 90 degrees in there) as the announcer introduced her opponent, "Little Jimmy" Pescadero.
You're always supposed to lose your first match, but I thought that putting her up against this guy was downright mean - "Little" is an ironic nickname, and there was no way Patti was getting out of that ring without Jimmy's full ten inches going down her throat or up her pussy. Jimmy's only item of clothing, a bright pink T-backed thong that was basically a sock for his cock and balls, was already straining to hold in his unit.
Patti shucked her robe to reveal a modest one-piece swimsuit I remembered from a visit to Jones Beach a few years ago. I cast my appraising eye over both fighters: Jimmy was 6'1" and ripped, his buzz-cut head already shiny with sweat in the heat and under the lights. Patti's 5'8" and chunky, at least 210 pounds with double D's her swimsuit was straining to contain and a ass big enough to serve dinner on.
At least her long brown hair wasn't loose and easy to grab - she'd tied it back in a braid that reached halfway down her back. Just looking at her green eyes I could tell she was scared, her slightly square jaw set, and her big lips pressed closed. The harsh lights really brought out her freckles; I found I always already thinking up more flattering outfits for her to wear in future matches as she absentmindedly brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ears.
The bell rang and to say I was worried about my niece was an understatement; matches went to a 10 count pin or submission, but since it's a sexfight club, pinning your opponent before you make them cum is very bad form (and you'd have to either do that or totally knock them out to get someone to lay there for a ten count anyway).
Right from the get go I could see that Patti was green as grass. Jimmy walked right up to her and kicked her hard in the gut, and she bent over, holding herself and groaning. He went behind her and bulldogged her face into the mat, then climbed on top of her, getting her arms in a full nelson and grinding his cock against her big ass through their suits. When he got tired of this he released her just long enough to pull the straps of her suit down, then forced her into a camel clutch, giving the half empty hall a great view of her big tits. He started working her breasts over, alternating kneading and milking motions with painful nipple pulls and slaps. Patti's face had gone beet red as she writhed under Jimmy, apparently with no idea what to do.
Finally Jimmy released the hold and rolled her over. He laid some stomps into her stomach, then paused to shuck his suit as Patti lay gasping, covering her midsection. Jimmy rolled her onto her back and straddled her, sliding up her body and aiming his cock at her mouth, probably going for a finishing, humiliating face fuck.
Patti did manage to get at least one good shot as she reached out and grabbed Jimmy's nuts. I didn't have a great angle to see what she was doing, but it didn't take much imagination as Jimmy let out a high-pitched scream and fell off her. Patti foolishly let go of his balls and climbed on top of him in a pin attempt; there was no way this was going to work, even with all of her weight holding him down, and he threw her off at four. They both got up and Patti missed the obvious cue to keep at Jimmy's junk as she instead offered him a lockup. Jimmy took it and no sooner had their hands locked than his foot lashed out into her stomach. Patti groaned and couldn't stop him from pushing her down to her knees. He scooted forward and started rubbing the head of his cock over Patti's lips. She tried to blow it away like a bug. This didn't work and he forced his dick between her lips. Patti gagged as he started fucking her mouth. He couldn't quite get the last two inches in there, but he was sure trying as Patti choked on his unit. He forced her down to the mat in one smooth move, pistoning his rod in and out of Patti's mouth as she ineffectively kicked under him. I hoped he would just nut in her mouth and end the match, but of course he wanted more, so he pulled off before he came, grabbing Patti's long hair with his left hand and slapping her face with his right. Fat tears were running down my niece's face as Jimmy bitchslapped her. Finally he let go with his left hand as his right delivered a devastating punch to the face that laid Patti out for the count.
Jimmy could have just pinned her now, but instead he slid down between her legs, hefting her big thighs on his shoulders. He pushed into her and Patti let out a moan that went up two octaves as he forced every inch into her pussy. Jimmy started fucking her, hard, her big tits bouncing as he slammed his hips into her. I don't know if she came, but it was pretty obvious when Jimmy did, his grunts turning into a loud groan of pleasure as he spurting into her pussy, his thrusts becoming spastic as he finished in my niece.
When he pulled out Patti was clearly done, laying limp on the mat covered in sweat, with Jimmy's cum oozing out of her cunt, but technically he hadn't pinned her yet. Jimmy pulled her up to her feet, then stuck her head between his legs, facing down; he flipped Patti up onto his shoulders (apparently cream pie-ing himself in the process), then slammed her down with a ring-shaking powerbomb.
Patti looked dead as Jimmy came over and straddled her face, laying his sweaty nuts over her mouth as the ref counted the academic pitfall. When her hand hit the mat for 10 Jimmy climbed off, planting a foot on Patti's face as he blew kisses to the crowd, then took a deep bow and left the ring. Two other refs had to come out and help Patti to the back.
I waited a week before inviting Patti over for dinner to talk about her future at the club.
Chapter 2
When I invited my niece over to discuss the asswhooping I'd seen her take at the sexfighting club, I was prepared for a very awkward conversation; but it turned out that not only did Patti know about my membership, she'd been making copies of my VHS and DVD collections of my matches. I told her that her mom would kill her and then me if she found out, but Patti said she wanted to keep doing it; she turned her big green eyes on me in a puppy dog look. I agreed to be her manager and she jumped out of her seat, and squealing "Uncle Rick!" while crushing me in a bearhug.
I got to work training her, but we had a time limit - club rule is that you need to wrestle within 90 days unless you have a doctor's note (like mine - I semi-retired from the club a few years back after falling off the top of a steel cage and fucking up my shoulder). We got to work on her conditioning; her body shape didn't change too much as she only lost a few pounds, but she went from being just a big pudgy girl into having a kind of fit fat girl thing. I also showed her some very basic moves, but more of that would have to wait until after her next match. I booked her for a match with the daughter of my buddy Jim - his girl, Nora, was 1-3 (with a big goose egg against girls), and we figured this match should end up as a confidence booster for one of them at least.
Nora and Patti ended up at the very bottom of the card on a sleepy, rainy Thursday night, ending up even lower than one of the perennially unpopular "GILF" bouts, this one matching up Mrs. Jennifer Tyne, age 67, against Miss Roberta Quackenbush, age 64. At least this meant almost nobody would be in the stands for what I was sure would probably be a mess of a match.
Patti was still in her swimsuit from the first match (I made a note to get her some outfits), and she certainly looked impressive towering over Nora, who at 5'4" was giving up a good four inches and 60 pounds to her opponent. I'd seen Nora wrestle before but cast my eye over her anyway - average build, pert B cups, no butt, long legs. She'd cut her black hair into a short wave that barely reached past her ears - probably to avoid it getting grabbed - and was wearing a red and white polka dot two piece. She waved to her dad in the stands who was madly blowing her kisses. Patti rolled her eyes and turned to me; I gave her a thumbs up.
Right from the bell my worst fears were realized. The sound of the bell hadn't even faded before Patti fell for the oldest trick in the book, shaking hands with Nora, who then kicked my niece right between the legs. Patti fell to her knees groaning and Nora pushed her down to the mat, going for a ridiculous pinfall attempt that got to two before Patti heaved her off. Both fighters got to their knees and Nora lunged at Patti, grabbing her hair and pulling her head down into Nora's rising knee. Patti screamed and covered her face, and Nora slammed her head to the mat with a big DDT. Nora started stomping on Patti's head as my dazed niece tried to get up. She managed to get to her knees and nailed Nora with a hard elbow to the stomach that made her back off. This gave Patti enough breathing room to get to her feet and the two fighters closed again.
Patti tried to go for what looked like a bearhug (a move I'd taught her to try to capitalize on her strength), but she walked into a hard kick to the stomach. She bent over for a second, long enough for Nora to grab her hair and pull her head up. Patti looked right into Nora's face for a second before Nora hit her with a headbutt.
Patti went down on her back and I could see blood between the fingers she was pressing into her face. Nora laid a stomp deep into her stomach, and Patti gagged, trying to cover both her face and gut. I yelled at her to get up and Patti started slowly rolling on to her stomach. Nora, to the delight of all 12 people in the audience, reached behind her own back and undid her top, her small pink nipples already hard. She stalked Patti, waiting until my niece was up on all fours, then coming in and wrapping her top around Patti's neck and choking her.
Of course the ref let her do this, starting a 30 count instead of calling a foul like she should have. She counted slowly, and Patti's face turned beet red as she clawed uselessly at the bikini top around her neck. To add some humiliation Nora held the top with just her right hand, spanking Patti's big ass with her left, then pulling her suit up her crack and giving her a wedgie.
At 30 the ref finally made Nora release the choke, causing Patti to collapse to the mat, gagging and coughing. Nora didn't give her any chance to recover, burying her foot in my niece's stomach, then rolling her onto her back and going for a pin.
At least Patti had enough sense to kick out, throwing Nora off her at eight. It looked like Nora had thought the match was over and was too slow to capitalize as a still-hurt Patti lumbered to her feet, coming in and picking Nora up in bearhug.
I'd been hoping for her to do this all match, and it was beautiful. She had Nora's arms pinned to her sides and her opponent could only kick her feet uselessly as Patti squeezed her. Like I'd shown her she leaned back, taking Nora's feet off the mat and shaking her like a ragdoll. Nora kicked blindly, her breath becoming rapid panting as she tried and failed to get out of the hold. I let a little seed of hope take root - surely Patti could just squeeze Nora unconscious, then throw her to the mat and cover her for a quick count. I couldn't see Nora's face, but I could see her starting to go limp as the ref came over to make sure she wasn't going to get squeezed to death. The ref made Patti break the hold, and my niece threw Nora to the mat, then looked at me for advice - I considered telling her to go for the cover, but that would look a little chickenshit. I yelled "Strip her!" and Patti nodded, quickly pulling off a unmoving Nora's bottoms. Patti balled them up and threw them over to me - I held on to them for safekeeping, her first trophy. Nora had just started stirring as Patti turned back to face her, and wasn't quick enough to avoid the big standing splash my niece aimed at her. Nora's legs flew up off the mat with the impact and I came out of my seat cheering as Patti hooked a leg and the ref started counting.
In her excitement Patti had forgotten one of the basics - instead of laying with all her weight on her opponent like I'd shown her, she was barely touching Nora, holding herself up with one hand. If she'd pressed her down I have no doubt she could have ended the match right here, but as it was Nora managed a weak kickout. Patti turned to me with a lost look on her face; apparently she didn't know what else to do. "Make her cum!" I screamed. Patti nodded and turned back to Nora, who had just barely started coming around. Patti bent over and kissed her opponent. This was a good start, but it seemed like she still needed a little help.
I yelled at Patti to do to Nora what she did to herself while masturbating, and this seemed to get through to her as Patti reached between her opponent's legs and started playing with her pussy. Nora had gone limp and I dared to believe that Patti could pull this off as she broke the kiss, moving down and leaning down over Nora's chest. She added a hesitant, clumsy oral attack, licking and sucking on Nora's hard little nipples. Nora started stirring, moaning and writing under Patti's attack. I hoped she would just lay there and let herself be finished off, but she started pushing against my niece. Patti pushed back, trying and failing to both hold Nora down and continue fingering her. Desperately she darted her head down at Nora's crotch, I think hoping to get her tongue into her opponent's pussy, but Nora swung her leg up, smacking her knee right into Patti's forehead with a scary thwack. Patti fell backwards, obviously dazed. Nora slowly got to her knees - I cursed as it looked like Patti had almost finished her off; her face was flushed and she seemed groggy.
Both fighters slowly got up to their feet, breathing heavily. Looking to pick up where she'd left off, Patti made a clumsy grab at Nora's crotch, but she was just a bit too slow and ate another knee - this one landed on her nose with a crunch. Patti went down and just like that the match was back in Nora's hands. I screamed at Patti to get up, but she just covered her face as Nora walked over, then pulled Patti back up to her feet, getting behind her and locking her arms around my niece's big stomach. Patti lolled in her grip for a second as Nora took a deep breath, then she nailed my girl with her finisher, an impressive release German suplex. All 200+ pounds of my niece went over Nora's head and she landed with a huge crash on the mat. Nora kicked her onto her back and sat down on Patti's face. My niece made a few weak kicks, but couldn't unseat Nora before the ten count. A victorious Nora climbed off her and posed with her foot on Patti's face.
The match was over and Patti had to face the music. Nora stripped her, then laid her out flat on her back in the middle of the ring. I'd told Patti what she could expect if she lost, but she still let out a theatrical groan right before Nora planted her bare pussy on my niece's face.
Despite the beating and humiliation my girl had taken, I thought she didn't put on a bad performance; she'd made a few rookie mistakes, and after fixing these I thought she'd be a formidable fighter.
That thought lasted about four days.
Chapter 3
I should have had another 3 months to train Patti before she had another match, and I figured I'd be able to get her trained up - her beating at Nora's hands had demonstrated that even if she was physically in better shape, she was still very raw and needed help with the fundamentals.
Unfortunately I didn't get more than a week to work with her before Patti found herself in her very first feud. At her last match one of the dozen people in the stands was Mrs. Rebecca Holt, former three-time women's sexfighting champ and mother to Brianna Holt, a up-and-coming fighter and also a real mean bitch. Either Rebecca decided that my niece would be a great notch on her daughter's belt because of her size, or Brianna just took a disliking to her, but at the next event Brianna came down to the ring and cut a really mean promo on Patti, calling her "Fatty Patti" and "Hamburger Patti" - which seemed like the kind of nicknames that would really stick, unfortunately.
There was no way to not do the match, even though I knew Patti was going to get killed. Even worse, it was booked for two weeks away. I barely had time to show Patti a few more moves before the night was upon us. I gave Patti a pep talk, telling her that she had size and strength on her opponent, and I almost convinced myself that Brianna would make a mistake Patti could capitalize on and maybe knock her out with one move. Or, with me in Patti's corner, maybe she could use her strength to back Brianna in there; the refs always gave a slow thirty count on a double team like that, and I was sure I could weaken Brianna enough for Patti to put her away. Of course it was just as likely that Brianna would be able to use her ring savvy to push Patti into her own corner, and I'd seen Rebecca reduce more than one formidable fighter into a quivering mess in that exact situation.
I'd done all I could and gave Patti a big hug before we came out of the back and hit the ring. I took Patti's robe as she walked the ring playing to the crowd (it was three or four times the size of her previous matches - all there to see Brianna). The crowd was mostly quiet for Patti, but as soon as Brianna stepped out from behind the curtain they came to life, clapping and cheering as she strutted down to the ring, her mom a few steps behind.
I have to give Brianna this - she's one of the most beautiful fighters in the league, with arresting blue eyes and big, pouty lips. From her her long blonde hair down to her delicately manicured toes she was a knockout. At 5'6" and 125 pounds she was sleekly muscled, sporting perky C cups and a tight butt. Her outfit didn't leave much to the imagination - she was wearing a lacy black bra and a small set of black lace panties. Why cover up a masterpiece, I suppose.
Brianna slid into the ring and bowed to her fans, then handed her robe to her mom. The bell rang to start the match and the fighters closed. Brianna offered a lockup, but Patti had enough sense not to fall for this. She tried to fake Brianna out by lifting her hands to accept and then kicking her in the stomach, but she wasn't quick enough to pull this off, and Brianna took a step back, catching Patti's leg and twisting it, dumping my niece on the mat. Brianna kept her grip on Patti's ankle and reached down to try and get the other one, but Patti drew her leg back and shot it straight into Brianna's face. In a beautiful moment Brianna went flying backwards, slamming into the mat on her back, holding her face and groaning. Patti got to her feet and walked over, reaching down to grab her opponent, but Brianna surprised her with a uppercut between the legs. Her mom clapped loudly as my niece sank to the mat on her knees, holding herself and looking like she was trying not to cry. Brianna stood up, took a step back, and then charged forward with a football punt that almost took Patti's head off, the blonde's foot snapping Patti's head backwards with a loud crack and putting her down on her back. Patti rubbed her jaw but otherwise didn't move as Brianna came up and kicked her over onto her chest. Brianna sat down on my niece's back, pulling Patti's arms back in a camel clutch position, but instead of hooking her hands under Patti's chin (or even reaching down for her tits like her opponent had in her debut match), Brianna just humiliated her, hooking her mouth and pulling up on her nose as Patti struggled under her. When Brianna got tired of this she got a handful of my niece's hair, pulling her head back and slapping her face with her other hand. Despite Patti's best efforts she was at her opponent's mercy, and it was only Brianna getting bored that lead to the end of the hold.
When Brianna released my niece, she didn't give her a moment to rest, pulling a winded Patti up to her feet. She managed to get Patti up for a powerslam, the crowd applauding her feat of strength before Brianna slammed my niece down to the mat. Without missing a beat Brianna dropped an elbow into Patti's stomach. She rolled Patti onto her chest and sat down on her back, facing her feet. She grabbed the bottom of my niece's suit, pulling it up into a T shape and giving her a wedgie. Then she started spanking Patti's big butt. I yelled for my niece to get up, but despite Patti wildly kicking her legs she couldn't unseat her opponent, who proceeded to humiliate her, working the wedgie and turning her ass red with spanks. I hoped that Patti would manage to get her arms under her and power out, but after a few minutes of Brianna spanking and taunting her I could tell this wouldn't end until Brianna got tired of it.
That took quite a while - Patti's butt was beet red by the time Brianna let her go. Eventually Brianna left off and let Patti up. Patti, sniffling, slowly got to her feet as Brianna danced around her, fists up. Brianna came at my niece swinging punches. Patti threw a big overhand slap, which her opponent dodged, and my niece left herself open for a vicious kick to the stomach. Patti bent over, heaving, and a smirking Brianna locked her into a front facelock, then slammed her to the mat with a DDT. Brianna got up on her knees, crawling over to her opponent and unzipped Patti's suit, then started working it down her body. As Brianna pulled it off her legs Patti managed to roll onto her back and aimed a big kick at her opponent. She just missed, her foot coming within a few inches of Brianna's jaw. Brianna laughed and dropped a double ax-handle into Patti's midsection. My niece covered her stomach and Brianna gave her bare tits a double nipple twist. Patti screamed and made a grab for her opponent's wrists, but she was too slow. Try as Patti might she couldn't defend herself, her tormentor's hands dancing up and down her body, delivering slaps, pinches, and grabs, attacking Patti from her pussy up to her face - here a hit to the stomach, there a slap that sent Patti's big left tit flying, a grab and wrench of my niece's nose, a quick pussy squeeze that had Patti groaning in agony.
When Brianna got bored of this she stunned Patti with a left hook to the jaw, then seated herself on my niece's stomach. Brianna went for a choke, using both hands to cover my niece's nose and mouth. She kept this hold on long enough to almost put Patti out, waiting until my niece's eyes rolled back in her head. Brianna released the hold, leaving her opponent laying flat on her back. Brianna moved up to Patti's head, sitting down on the mat and pulling Patti towards her, cradling the back of my niece's head in her crotch, then wrapped her legs around Patti's neck in a figure four choke.
Patti weakly tried to pull Brianna's legs apart, but her strength was long spent. Slowly her arms fell away from her opponent's thighs. Patti's tongue fell out of her mouth, and my niece drooled as Brianna's lean, strong legs choked the fight out of her. The ref came over and lifted Patti's hand and let it drop, once, twice - Brianna released the choke just before the ref could do it a third time and end the match. Brianna could have easily pinned her opponent, but she was apparently set on humiliating her. Brianna got to her feet, pulling a limp Patti up with a taunt of "Get up, tubbo!" Brianna kept my niece in a headlock and started backing up, pushing Patti into the corner where her mom lurked. Patti had her eyes closed, but I could see her mouth form a surprised O as Rebecca grabbed her through the ropes and started working on her.
I had no doubt what Rebecca was doing - she'd definitely smeared some lube on the ringpost before the match, and she'd have one finger up my niece's ass while she worked Patti's pussy with the other hand. Patti let out a pitiful groan as Brianna held her steady. The ref started counting as the crowd cheered, half the arena getting a great show as Rebecca finger-fucked my niece.
At 30 the ref made Brianna and her mom break, but it was clear to everyone that the match was over anyway. Patti was limp and Brianna put her on the mat with a quick snapmare. Patti landed spread-eagled, barely stirring as Brianna pushed her legs apart and then sat down between her thighs. Brianna slid her foot between my niece's legs, carefully teasing her clit with her toes. The crowd was laughing and cheering the show as Brianna finished off my niece humiliatingly, Patti's hips bucking against the air, eyes closed, as her opponent made her cum.
A triumphant Brianna got the academic pinfall, standing over Patti and putting one bare foot on her stomach. She held her arms over her head in victory as the ref counted ten, then ran over to hug her mom. I hoped that was it - Brianna had certainly shown her dominance, and there was a chance she'd just head to the back instead of getting herself off. This proved to be a futile hope as Brianna came back over for her victory facesit, plopping herself on my niece's face, pointed at her feet. She reached down and held on to my defeated niece's tits as she started her ride. The arena was respectfully silent as Brianna fucked Patti's face, throwing her head back with a scream of pleasure as she climaxed.
Patti was 0-3.
Chapter 4
Patti cried a little bit after her loss, but she started getting over it pretty quickly; she's a tough girl. I tried to help her chalk it up as a learning experience and move on, but we weren't so lucky. I don't know what more Brianna thought she could do to my niece, but next week she pulled some strings and got herself booked into a tag match against a team of Patti and myself. When I first heard about this I assumed it was me and Patti versus Brianna and her mom Rebecca, and I was a little surprised when it ended up being me and Patti versus Brianna and her best friend Caitlin instead. I had a lot of respect for Rebecca's ring skills - I'd wrestled her three times and lost three times, once after she almost broke my leg, and another time after she made me beg into the house mic after jerking me off into my own face - but against these two girls I felt our chances were pretty good. It wasn't the first time I'd been underestimated; It made it back to me that they apparently thought I was an over the hill old dude (my ex-wife Cheryl passed this on with some amusement, telling me not to make myself look bad by actually losing).
I made sure we looked our best. I broke out my lucky hot pink T-backed thong, and took Patti shopping - she got herself a matching pink one-piece, edged with white, and new white ring boots. I also did a little research on Caitlin; she seemed like the typical sidekick kind of girl, a very plain brunette who was a little shorter and a lot less glamorous than her tag partner. Her body at least was in great shape - at 5'5" and 130 pounds she was slightly heaver than Brianna, with bigger boobs and a much larger butt. The plan was that I would handle Caitlin and leave Patti to tackle Brianna as much as she could, although I always tried to stick to the adage that no battle plan survives contact with the enemy.
We were out first the night of the fight; I got a nice hand from the older audience members, while Patti got a few enthusiastic wooo's - whether out of pity or if she had her first fans I'm not sure. Then out came Brianna and Caitlin, sporting matching lacy black bra and panty sets. I'll admit they looked great, every curve on their young bodies standing out as they strutted to the ring like they owned the place. I took my spot outside the ring and Caitlin did likewise, leaving Patti and Brianna to start.
"Come on, chubster," Brianna taunted, waving my niece on. Patti came at her cautiously; when they got close enough Patti lunged at Brianna trying to grab her, but her opponent ducked under her arms and kicked my niece in the crotch. Patti covered herself, leaving herself defenseless as Brianna dropped to the mat and swept her legs out from under her. It wasn't even 30 seconds into the match and Patti was already down as Brianna screamed "Get up, lardass!"
My niece started getting to her feet - despite my best efforts, she hadn't mastered rolling away and up yet - and Brianna came in when she was just on her knees, kicking her right across the chest. Patti covered her boobs, leaving Brianna free to grab two handfuls of hair, which she used to slam Patti down to the mat chest-first. Brianna grabbed both of Patti's wrists and pulled back, planting her foot in my niece's back and pushing down. Patti screamed as her arms were wrenched. "How's that, you fat fuck?!" Brianna taunted her. The ref came in to see if Patti wanted to give up, but she shook her head no. Brianna got bored of this and released the hold, planting her foot on the back of Patti's head and grinding my niece's face into the mat.
Brianna took a quick victory lap, telling the crowd "that fat cunt" was already finished, before turning back to my niece. Patti had managed to get up to her feet and the fighters closed again. Patti surprised Brianna with a big slap, staggering her and almost knocking her down. Patti grabbed her in a bearhug and for a second I thought she might have won the match with one move. Unfortunately Patti left her opponent's arms free, and she only managed one big squeeze before Brianna raked her nails down my niece's face. Patti released her opponent, whimpering and checking her face for blood (luckily, Brianna's short nails hadn't pierced the skin). Brianna took the opportunity to back into her corner, where she tagged her partner in.
I called for a tag as well and Patti came over and slapped hands with me. I slid between the ropes and squared off with my opponent.
Caitlin offered a lockup, but I could see from her stance it was a trap; her legs were a little too far back, braced for a kick, probably aimed at my crotch. Instead I charged her. Caitlin yelped in surprise and tried to back up, but it was too late as I slammed my shoulder into her midsection. I heard a satisfying grunt as I knocked the air out of her. I picked her up, then powerslammed her to the mat. Caitlin had enough ring savvy to start getting up right away even though she looked dazed. I stalked her, charging in and bending her over with a quick kick in her stomach, then lifted her over my head in a suplex. She hit the mat with a rewarding groan as the air was knocked out of her. I pulled her up to her feet and tossed her into the ropes, meeting her as she bounced back with my signature dropkick. I'd lost a few inches off my vertical leap, but I still got both feet squarely in her face, sending her flying to land in a moaning heap. I ignored the applause coming from the stands as I walked over to Caitlin and quickly stripped her, tossing her bra and panties to my niece. My opponent just started groggily coming around and I picked her up, keeping her bent over in a headlock. Caitlin's inexperience showed as she let me walk her over to my corner; she made one blind grab for my cock. This missed and before she could try again I backed her in to the corner and Patti went to work.
I couldn't see what Patti was doing, but it was effective - a moaning Caitlin quickly started going limp in my grip as the ref came over to start counting. It must have been a long thirty seconds for Caitlin as she was completely unable to stand when the referee finally called for a break. I lead Caitlin a few steps out of the corner, then threw her to the mat.
I'd given some thought on how to finish Caitlin off and decided that simple was best - so I stripped off my thong, laid her flat on her back (stopping to stuff my suit in her mouth), pushed her legs apart, and gave myself a few strokes to make sure I was nice and hard. By now it had donned on Brianna what was about to happen to her partner and she was going crazy in her corner, but there was nothing she could do as I sealed Caitlin's doom, pushing into her tight cunt with a moan. I laid on top of her and started fucking her roughly, counting on Patti's earlier work to make sure Caitlin came before I did.
It wasn't even close - a dozen pumps and I could feel my opponent's body twitching under me as she started cumming. She reached up, hugging me closer as I finished her off with quick strokes. My suit had fallen out of her mouth and she moaned with every thrust as I shortened up, not taking any chances. Her fingers dug into my back as she rode her climax in the middle of the ring, her pussy squeezing me as she came.
She was well and truly finished by the time I pulled out, wrecked and gasping on the mat.
For the pin I slid forward, pushing my cock, still slick with her juices, inbetween her lips, hearing her gag as my balls hit her chin.
I'll admit I felt a little bad for the kid - she hadn't done anything to me or my niece. But I wanted to send a message, and as I locked eyes with a furious Brianna across the ring, I could tell I'd succeeded. The ref came over and counted ten and I pulled my dick out of Caitlin's mouth. She was so limp I had to wait as the ref dragged her out of the ring.
This was the moment I'd been waiting for as a steaming Brianna stepped between the ropes, immediately charging me with a Amazon war scream. I simply sidestepped and she barreled past me, unable to stop herself from smacking into the ropes. She hit them and instead of bouncing off managed to awkwardly catch herself. This was probably a mistake as before she could turn around I'd come up behind her and nailed her with a dropkick to the back of the head. She almost went over the top with the impact, hugging the ropes for dear life in shock. I grabbed her and pulled her off the ropes, giving her a high-angle suplex that left her groaning on the mat. I sat down on her chest and started punching her in the face - two, three, four hits. I heard Patti yelling for a tag, and I figured it was only fair; Patti wanted revenge, and I wanted to give it to her. I left a dazed Brianna laying on the mat and walked over to our corner, slapping hands with Patti, who climbed into the ring and walked over to her opponent's supine form. Patti jumped in the air, her big ass landing square on Brianna's taut stomach. All of the air went out of Brianna in one gasp. Patti stripped her opponent's top off, pulling Brianna's upper body off the mat to reach around to her back and undo the clasps. A panting Brianna tried to stop her, but she was too weak, and after Patti got her top off, Brianna ate a vicious backhand that put her back down on the mat. Patti grabbed a handful of Brianna's blonde locks and landed a devastating straight punch with her other hand. Patti gave her another punch, then a third and a fourth, until blood started leaking out of Brianna's nose. One more punch set her right eye swelling. Patti lifted her hips up in the air before slamming then back down on Brianna's stomach, a move she repeated twice until her opponent was retching under her. Patti got off Brianna and stripped her bottoms off, tossing them to me (I gave them to Patti after the match as a souvenir). With Brianna on the ropes, I called for a double team. Patti Irish whipped Brianna into our corner. Where Caitlin had been disabled by pleasure, we were taking a different tack with Briana - I reached through the ropes and grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her, leaving a helpless Brianna facing my approaching niece. The ref came over to start counting the double team as Patti laid into our trapped opponent.
Patti started out with punches, slamming her fist into Brianna's stomach a few times just to keep her winded, then giving her jaw a few hits. Brianna started sagging in my grasp and Patti slapped her hard across the face before moving on to her main target: Brianna's beautiful breasts. I'd gotten my ex-wife to give Patti a few lessons, and my niece put them to work as she attacked Brianna's boobs with open-handed slaps - some side to side, sending them flying; some up and down, with enough force to almost hit Brianna in the face with her own tits; and some straight-on, pancaking them against Brianna's ribs. By the count of 15 Brianna was whimpering with every slap to her bruising chest. Patti didn't let up, mixing nipple twists and tit squeezes in with her punches and slaps. Tears started streaming down Brianna's face as my niece tortured her aching tits. At 20, Patti locked on a pussy claw, and Brianna was soon wailing in agony as Patti squeezed her cunt. The ref asked Brianna if she wanted to give up; Brianna shook her head no, ensuring she suffered at Patti's merciless hands until the ref hit 30.
At the count of thirty the ref made us break. I released Brianna, who fell to the mat covering herself. Patti dragged Brianna back to the center of the ring, then slung her opponent over her knee, ass up in the air. Patti started spanking her, with Brianna now opening sobbing in humiliation and pain. She was too weak to fight off her tormentor and the crowd had turned on her, cheering Patti on as she treated her opponent like a misbehaving child. By the time Patti flipped a beaten Brianna off her knee it looked like the fight was over
Patti pulled Brianna up to her feet- carefully; all it would take here was one uppercut to the pussy to swing the momentum back to Brianna - then flipped her opponent up so that Brianna was sitting on Patti's shoulders. My niece debuted her new finisher - a release powerbomb. Brianna was thrown down to the mat with a match-ending crash.
Brianna looked out cold as Patti went for the academic pinfall, putting her foot on Brianna's face as the ref came over and counted ten. The crowd went nuts; beautiful Brianna had been unseated by a fat jobber and her over the hill, semi-retired uncle. Now it was time to celebrate. Patti shed her suit to applause (and a few exaggerated groans) and sat down on Brianna's face. Caitlin had sheepishly climbed back into the ring to face the music. I climbed between the ropes a well, leaning back first against the ringpost and beckoned Caitlin over. I told her to blow me and with a submissive bow of her head Caitlin got to work, running her tongue over my tip before locking her lips around my shaft. I guessed someone had taught her to suck cock as she deepthroated me, taking every inch like a pro. (Sometimes it's the plain ones to go for, guys; they'll work hard to keep you happy.) I had a great view of Patti getting herself off of a twitching Brianna as Caitlin slurped on my rod, one hand massaging my balls. I felt myself getting ready to cum and Caitlin switched grips, sliding one hand and her lips up and down my cock. I reached down to grab her shoulders as I started cumming, panting in victory as my defeated opponent greedily swallowed my load. She sucked me dry, squeezing my cock like a toothpaste tube trying to get the last drop out. I had to push her away as this was a little too much right after my orgasm. I turned her around so we could both watch as Patti reached her own climax, reaching behind her and pulling Brianna's face up, even deeper into her crotch as Patti screamed in orgasmic joy.
My niece had her first victory, and what a sweet one it was.
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Park Prowling II (F/F, M/F)
We were pretty happy with how our last trip turned out, but, of course, we eventually got bored again - six weeks later we were back at Disney as Roger and Eliza Blue from Kansas City. It was good hunting; the Magic Kingdom was doing Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween, which meant a lot of really under-dressed women. I was spoiled for choice, and before I could really settle on a target a rain squall came up, and I made a beeline for the monorail. I found myself in a car with a tan redhead wearing a barely there Ariel outfit - the top was two clam-shell pasties, and the bottom a sparkling green miniskirt. She'd missed her friends and this was the opening I needed to start talking to her. I didn't take long to figure out she was a natural show-off, and she lapped up all the attention I paid her. I made a show of yawning, letting my Epcot shirt slip up to show my abs; her greedy leer was all the proof I needed that I'd be able to reel her in. I set the trap carefully:
"I hope you don't mind me saying, but you're the second hottest Ariel I've ever seen."
This had the desired effect: "SECOND hottest?!"
Laughing apologetically, I told her I'd be in big trouble if I didn't say my wife was hotter. Then I turned on the charm, asking her about herself - her name was Mandi, age 23, from Fort Lauderdale, here with a bunch of her female friends. By the time the monorail was coming to my resort, I asked if she wanted to come back to my room and dry off. She nodded with a smile and texted her friends saying she'd catch up with them later while I texted my wife letting her know we were in business.
I used my magic band to open the door and held it open for Mandi. She stepped into the bathroom and peeled off her pasties, then unzipped the miniskirt. I took her in - she was about 5'4", her red hair pulled into two long braids, clearly lightened up by the sun. Her face was a little unremarkable - brown eyes, slightly long nose, small upturned mouth. Her body was the real attraction, a beautiful set of B cups (albeit slightly strange looking with pale skin where the pasties had covered them), a flat stomach, toned arms and legs. She caught me looking and walked over: "Like what you see?" She yanked my shorts down and squeezed my cock through my underwear. "I guess so!"
I leaned in and we started making out. She pulled my shirt off and then pushed me out of the bathroom, pulling me over to one of the beds in the room. She shimmied out of her panties as I slid off my shorts and underwear, leaving us both fully stripped. She laid down on the bed and gave me a come-here finger waggle. That was all the invitation I needed and I got on top of her, sucking briefly on her neck, then slowly working my way down her body. I stopped to worship her tits as she reached out and gave my cock a few strokes. I kissed my way down her stomach. She opened her legs and I slid down, licking her inner thighs. I spread her legs wide and she giggled as I blew against her pussy. Then I dived in.
I was just getting into this when my wife came in. She gave her well-practiced "What the fuck!" scream and I got out of Mandi's way as she yelped in surprise. When Mandi saw who it was she gave out a mean laugh, getting to her feet as my wife walked into the room.
The two women faced off and just looking at them, my wife was in way over her head (which is nothing new of course). She's all of 5'2" with delicate facial features that mostly spoiled the threatening grimace she was trying to pull off. Her naturally red hair - pulled into two pigtails that made her look even younger - was fairly dark in contrast to Mandi's locks. Despite my wife's short height there was no mistaking the curves in her hourglass shape - she was packing a 36C chest on her small frame and a round, generous butt. She'd been applying her sunscreen diligently and her freckles still stood out on her skin. She was wearing a purple Minnie Mouse shirt and shorts while Mandi faced off against her totally naked.
"This is her?" Mandi sneered at my wife. "This shrimpy little girl is supposed to be hotter than me? I bet she could fit into a kid's costume!" She condescendingly patted Eliza on the top of her head. "Why don't you get the fuck out of here before you get hurt?"
Eliza surprised Mandi with a hard slap across the face and the fight was on. Eliza usually gets a free hit in - most people are so stunned by actually being hit they just stand there and take a followup shot. Mandi recovered too quickly for this and slapped my wife back with a snarl. Eliza punched Mandi hard in the stomach, backing the taller fighter off. Mandi put her hands up and they squared off throwing punches and slaps. At first Mandi's range gave her enough of an edge to keep my wife at bay, but when Eliza realized she was coming out on the losing end of the exchange she darted in, eating a vicious slap to the face but managing to close the distance. She grabbed Mandi's bare tits and squeezed. Mandi shrieked, reaching down and prying Eliza's hands off her boobs. This may have been Eliza's plan all along as Mandi left herself open long enough for Eliza to knee her in the crotch.
My wife took a step back as Mandi slowly sank to her knees, holding her pussy and breathing in panting gasps. Eliza backed up another step and then charged, kicking Mandi hard in the chest and knocking her down to the carpet on her back. Eliza came in to finish Mandi, but was surprised as Mandi lashed out with a kick, the heel of her foot going right between Eliza's legs. Eliza turned away, having to hold on to a chair to stay standing. Behind her Mandi used the dresser to pull herself up to her feet.
As Eliza turned back to her opponent I could see they were both hurting. Eliza struck first, darting forward with a punch aimed at Mandi's stomach. She hit, but Mandi was ready for her and flexed her stomach, leaving Eliza's fist to slide off inflicting very little damage. Mandi's counter-punch was a right hook to the jaw that had Eliza stumbling backwards, trying to stay vertical. Mandi followed her, pulling her opponent's shirt off and then hitting her with a knee strike to the stomach. Mandi unhooked Eliza's bra and went to tie my wife's hands, but Eliza desperately pushed her away, no doubt knowing that if Mandi succeeded with this move the fight was over. Foiled, Mandi tossed the bra aside, then nailed my reeling wife with a series of punches - left hook to the ribs, right uppercut to the stomach, straight left to the jaw, and then a finishing hook to Eliza's head that put my wife down on the carpet.
I realized that my wife could be in big trouble - she usually managed to overcome her short stature with her advanced fighting skills, but I could tell this wasn't Mandi's first fight, and without this advantage Eliza might be in deep shit. Mandi propped a limp, panting Eliza up, sitting with her back against the bed. Mandi kneeled in front of her, holding her opponent steady with her left hand on Eliza's shoulder, then started laying gut punches into my wife with her right hand.
Eliza gasped, groaned, and then wailed as each one of these hits landed; her stomach started bruising up as Mandi landed blow after blow in my wife's tummy. Eliza made a weak effort to cover her stomach with her hand, but this just drew Mandi's attention upwards as she stunned Eliza with a few hits to the face. Eliza's hand dropped and Mandi went back to work beating the fight out of her.
Finally Eliza fell over, gagging and holding her midsection as her opponent laughed. Mandi turned to me: "You think she's had enough?"
I walked over to my wife, who couldn't stand, and nudged her with my foot. "I think she's done."
"And who looked better in that Ariel outfit?!"
"You, of course." I grabbed my cock, which was rock hard. "Why don't we have some fun with her?"
Mandi looked down at Eliza, a cruel smile spreading across her face. "I plan to. Hey - what do you think she'd have done to me if she won?"
With a flourish I produced Eliza's duffel bag full of toys. Mandi pawed through it before coming out with Eliza's second-favorite strapon, a six-inch black number already attached to a harness. "Wow. Hey, help me into this."
I got her suited up, but as we went over to start having fun with Eliza, I saw she'd gotten back to her feet and had her fists up - it looked like, amazingly, Eliza still wanted to fight. Mandi laughed at her, perhaps not the smartest move as Eliza came in with surprising speed and slapped Mandi's right tit. It was an expert hit, Mandi howling in pain as Eliza drew back for another blow. Mandi covered her chest with both arms and Eliza hit her with a slap to the face, turning her opponent's head. Mandi took a step back and then surprised my wife, quickly dropping to her knees and sweeping Eliza's legs out with a low sweep kick. I didn't want to see my wife lose, but this was a beautiful move, and at this point I gave up on Eliza pulling off a comeback.
My wife still had some fight in her as she gamely tried to get up, but Mandi was on her, grabbing the shorter fighter's hair, slamming my wife's head into the floor a few times. Eliza was left dazed and unable to defend herself as Mandi landed a few more punches into her opponent's now deeply bruised stomach. Eliza lay on the carpet trying to recover as Mandi stepped over to the dresser. She opened one of the drawers, then grabbed my wife, pulling her up to her knees and laying her head half in the drawer. Mandi slammed it closed and Eliza fell down in a limp heap.
Mandi stood over my wife, pushing her onto her back with a bare foot. "You done?" Mandi asked. Eliza just groaned without opening her eyes. Mandi reached down and slapped her hard, but this just drew another groan. Mandi looked around and then grabbed the ice bucket, half full of melted ice and freezing water. She took off the lid and threw the whole thing in Eliza's face, which finally brought my wife around.
My poor wife was a mess: Crying, her face and hair dripping wet, her stomach a painful mass of bruises. Mandi told her to get up and Eliza shakily got to her feet. She still had her shorts and underwear on and Mandi told her to strip. Eliza obligingly slid her clothes down, shamelessly sobbing. Mandi told her she was a bad little girl and made my wife get over her victorious opponent's knee. Mandi spanked her, savoring every cry from my defeated wife. After Eliza's butt had turned an angry red, Mandi pushed her off, then forced my wife to her knees. Mandi grabbed Eliza's pigtails and started fucking my wife's mouth with her own strapon. Eliza groaned unhappily around the dildo as a laughing Mandi dominated her.
I hated to break this scene up, but I wanted to get in on this and asked Mandi if I could have a turn. She said to have some patience and threw me her phone. I got some pictures of Mandi humiliating my wife, making sure to keep Mandi's head cropped out and Eliza's face turned away from the camera.
Next up Mandi said there was something she'd always wanted to try. She released a gasping Eliza's hair and laid down on the carpet, hands behind her head. She motioned for Eliza to sit down on her strapon. Eliza came over and straddled Mandi, spreading her own lower lips apart with two fingers. She slowly sat down, impaling herself on the dildo.
"Keep going!" Mandi barked. "All the way down!" Eliza obliged, hilting herself. "Now start fucking me!" With a moan Eliza did as she was told, slowly moving her hips up and down on the plastic cock. "Fuck, this is nice," Mandi noted conversationally. "You like it when she does this to you?"
"Sure do."
"I bet! Well, if you want to fuck her mouth, now's the time." I stood with my feet on either side of Mandi's head and grabbed Eliza's pigtails. Knowing what was coming, she took a deep breath before I pushed my cock into her mouth. Eliza's a pro and kept fucking Mandi's strapon even as I roughly thrust my cock between her lips. Eliza had started her ride slowly, but picked up speed as she got into it; I was glad that I had her pigtails to hang on to as I pistoned my dick in and out of her small mouth. Soon Eliza couldn't stand it anymore - I could tell from her hip movements getting frenzied and erratic that she was almost there. Mandi rooted her on, telling her to cum like the little loser slut she was, and Eliza moaned loudly around my rod as she started climaxing, one hand rubbing her clit and the other holding on to Mandi for dear life. I pulled out so just the tip of my cock was pressed against her lips, not wanting her to accidentally bite down. Eliza let out a long, loud, moaning wail as she rode her climax, then went limp and fell off Mandi.
"Wow," Mandi said as she got up. "She's a screamer, huh?" She nudged Eliza with her foot. "I think I can get her to scream even louder, though. Help me with her." We dead-lifted Eliza up onto one of the beds, laying her down on her chest. Mandi shoved Eliza's head down, pressing her face into the pillows, then pushed her legs apart. Mandi lifted Eliza's hips up and gave her butt one last slap.
"You know what I'm gonna do now?" Mandi yelled at her. She slid her thumb into Eliza's ass, drawing a scared yelp from my wife.
"No!" Eliza wailed as Mandi pulled her thumb out. "Not my ass! Please! I'll do anything you want!"
"Of course you will," Mandi laughed. "Well, I'm feeling nice, so you can pick up where your man left off. If you make me cum, I guess you're off the hook. If not..." she pressed her thumb against my whimpering wife's butt. Eliza sobbed that she would do a great job, then told Mandi what a kind, beautiful lady she was at Mandi's prompting.
Mandi switched position, moving up to sit at the head of the bed, back against the headboard. She spread her legs and Eliza, laying on her chest, slid forward and dived in. Mandi moaned as Eliza started licking her tormentor's pussy. I enjoyed the show; I like to think I'm a pretty good pussy-eater, but my wife's a real pro. Mandi was soon squirming under her attention, digging her fingers into the bedspread. She started panting, then her hips started bucking as she cried out in passion. Then she was cumming, Eliza expertly guiding her through her climax as Mandi's eyes rolled back in her head.
I walked around to the head of the bed, watching as Mandi enjoyed her afterglow. She opened her eyes and smiled at me like the cat who ate the canary. She reached out and grabbed my hard cock, giving it a few strokes. "Aww, poor baby. You didn't get to cum yet, did you?" I shook my head no, looking as sad as I could. Her hand dropped down, cupping my balls. "You got a big load in here?" I nodded. "Well, come on then. Here, like this - "
Mandi had Eliza lay down on her back, feet facing the pillows, her head almost hanging off the end of the bed. Mandi got on all fours, her pussy a few inches from my wife's face, and waved me on to fuck her doggy style. I came up to the foot of the bed, rubbing the head of my cock against Mandi's dripping pussy. I pushed in with a moan. In this position we were fucking right over my wife's head, my balls almost dragging across her face with every stroke. I had gotten good and worked up fucking Eliza's mouth, and watching her licking Mandi to a climax hadn't exactly calmed me down. I had pinched the tip of my cock just before the first thrust, and used all my tricks to last as long as I could - Mandi didn't make it any easier, pulsing her pussy muscles as I fucked her.
As I was about to finish Mandi stopped me, reaching back and grabbing my cock. She pushed me over the edge with a few quick strokes, pointing the tip of my dick down so I shot my load on Eliza's face. "Open your mouth," Mandi commanded, some of my cum flinging onto my wife's protruding tongue, the rest landing on her face, hair, and some on the blanket she was laying on.
Mandi and I climbed off the bed, leaving Eliza laying on top of the covers. She was a mess - her face was covered with sweat, melted ice water, Mandi's juices and my cum. Mandi admired her handiwork for a moment before taking off the strapon. Her outfit was barely dry, but I helped her back into it. She left me her cell number in case my wife wanted a rematch and was on her way.
It took Eliza two days to recover from the fight. I didn't like seeing get her hurt, but I have to admit it's a turn-on seeing her losing and getting humiliated sometimes. She'd lost like this before, of course, and I knew she'd be looking for a doozy to pit me against when she went out prowling. It was a nervous few hours in the resort lobby before I got the text telling me to come back to the room for my fight.
I knew her well enough that there were three strong possibilities I was facing. The least scary would be a male bodybuilder - their sheer power would make them dangerous, but I've beaten them before and knew how to break them down. The second choice would be one of our fellow park prowlers. This was a scarier thought, but it's not often done and I wasn't counting on it. The last choice would be an Amazon; some of the high school women's basketball & cheerleading teams that came on Disney trips had some absolutely huge girls (you don't think of cheerleaders as being big, but the bottom pyramid girls were often over six feet).
I took a deep breath and opened the door. I walked into the room and stopped short as I beheld my opponent: A 6'5" (in bare feet!) brunette. As she saw me she theatrically cracked her knuckles. She asked my wife in a southern baritone: "Is this him?"
"That's him, Sarah!" my wife squealed, hiding behind her fighter for good measure. Holy shit. My eyes took the long trip from Sarah's head to her feet: Her brown hair was up in a long ponytail, a few spare tendrils hanging down over her brown eyes. Her heart-shaped face was pretty enough, although it was currently fixed into a mean sneer. I moved my gaze down her huge body - long lanky arms, big hands, legs almost as tall as my wife's entire body. She was wearing a red tank top with Ariel's face on it and cargo shorts; she'd already taken off her shoes and socks.
This was not good. Thinking quick, the only plan I could come up with was to get in close and try to work down one of her joints; if she was able to use her range to keep me away I'd be in deep shit. I'm in pretty good shape (benefit of not needing to work is we have plenty of time to work out), but that wouldn't do me any good if I couldn't land any hits.
All this went through my mind as I took off my own footwear. I was still wearing my throwback Mickey shirt and jean shorts as Sarah put her fists up and came at me.
Her first punch was a overhand right that came on like a rushing train. I went under it, trying to get close enough to grapple with my opponent. I reached down for her right knee, and I was in luck as she'd strongly overcomitted to her punch - a beginner's mistake. I managed to get both hands on her huge right leg; normally I'd be able to yank my opponent's leg out and dump her on her butt, but her thigh was so big I was left fruitlessly pulling on it, and Sarah brought her elbow smashing down on top of my head. I was knocked down, landing on my face on the carpet, in big trouble. Sarah lifted her right leg and stomped it down into my back. In a daze I rolled over, watching in slow motion as Sarah lifted her leg up for another stomp, this one aimed at my face.
If this landed I pictured my head exploding like a grape. I just managed to roll away, coming to one of the beds that I used to pull myself up to my feet. Sarah grunted in annoyance and came after me. She launched a big slap, overcomitting again. I knew I had to take advantage of her mistakes and I darted around to her right side, lashing out with a kick that slammed into the back of her knee. Sarah yelled in surprise, falling backwards like a felled tree, her back slamming into the carpeted floor.
Sarah rolled over on to her stomach in preparation for getting up and I pounced. I repaid her earlier stomp, driving my right foot into the back of her head. Sarah groaned and got up to her hands and feet. I went around to her side and slammed a kick into her stomach. I could tell she was hurting, but I still had a lot of work to do as she lumbered to her feet.
Sarah seemed to have figured out that her strikes were too slow and clumsy as she opened her arms wide and tried to grab me in a bearhug. I let her get close, then kicked her between the legs. This stopped her cold. I tried to move in on her, but she wasn't as stunned as I had hoped and kept me away with a wild backhand. I had to back up, but she wasn't able to keep me away long - she was still overcommitting to her blows and had put way too much wild power into her swing. She left herself open and I came in on her, sinking my fist into her stomach. She groaned but stayed standing and came back with a huge slap that had me seeing stars. She kneed me in the stomach and I fell down to my knees. Sarah grabbed a handful of my short hair, pulling my head up so I was looking into her eyes, and drew her other hand back for a knockout punch.
This is a very dramatic way to end a fight, but I wasn't ready to be put away yet; Sarah left herself open and I slammed an uppercut between her legs. She released my hair and staggered backwards, cursing. I sprang to my feet and attacked, taking a short step toward her, slamming a punch into her long neck.
Sarah gagged, hands around her windpipe, coughing and wheezing. I had picked her right knee as my target to chop her down and smashed a kick into her right kneecap. She went down to one knee but managed to stay standing; I went around to her front and put her down with a huge right hook to the face.
Sarah hit the ground hard and I could tell she was hurting pretty bad. I wanted to make another pair of targets for myself, so I quickly pulled off her tank top and the white bra underneath, setting her massive DD tits free in the cool air-conditioned room. A groaning Sarah backed me off with some wild swings; I took a few steps back and let her use the bed to pull herself up to her feet.
Sarah was favoring her knee as she lumbered at me, hands wide in front of her. I knew she'd only throw too many whiffs before she wised up, and it looked like my luck had run out. I backed up with some idea of charging her, but as I ran at her she reached out and grabbed me around the neck with one big hand. I gagged as she squeezed and she lifted me straight up off the ground, holding me there as I kicked my legs uselessly before she slammed me down to the floor.
I was totally helpless as Sarah knelt down next to me. To repay my stripping her she pulled off my shirt, then got my shorts and underwear, leaving me naked but at least letting me recover slightly. As she reached for my cock I pounced, slamming a kick into the side of her head. Sarah had to put her arms down on the carpet, going to all fours, to avoid falling down. I rolled away from her and up to my feet. Sarah was next to the dresser and started using it to pull herself up. Before she could regain her footing I came up behind her and stunned her with a kick between the legs, then grabbed her head and slammed her face into the top of the dresser. A second one of these was enough to send Sarah back to the ground on her back.
I stomped on her hurt knee and Sarah screamed, covering it with her hands. This left the rest of her open and I reached in and grabbed her tits, squeezing and twisting. Sarah's hands came up to grab mine, but I released her chest and dropped a knee into her face. This left my opponent dazed, unable to even roll over and start getting up. I figured it was time to finish her off. I grabbed her legs and laid down on the ground, locking her into a figure four, overextending her injured right knee.
I knew as soon as I had the hold applied this was it for Sarah - even just putting the hold on had her groaning, and when I started pouring pressure on she screamed in agony. I eased up a little bit (no desire to really hurt her, I just wanted her to surrender) as Eliza came around to where Sarah lay on the carpet unabashedly sobbing.
"It's okay if you want to give up," my wife told her. "You did great!" Eliza cradled Sarah's head against her chest. "You had enough?"
Sarah nodded and I released the hold. The first thing I did was strip her the rest of the way,pulling her shorts and underwear down her long legs. Eliza got her a bag of ice that Sarah gratefully applied to her swelling leg.
What to do with my beaten opponent? I found myself wondering what my wife had told Sarah I'd done; I almost felt the cartoon lightbulb going off over my head as it came to me. I pointed at my wife:
"Eliza - finish her."
Sarah couldn't see her face, and my wife fixed me with a wicked smile. Slipping back into character, she begged me not to make her do this; but I gave her my sternest glare and told her if she didn't, I'd do it myself, and I wouldn't be kind. With that Eliza went to her bag, pulling out her strapon harness as a horrified Sarah watched in shock.
"No!" Sarah wailed. "Eliza, please! I only did this to help you!"
"I'm sorry," my wife said coldly, her eyes hard. I finished getting her into the strapon as Sarah blubbered in fear. Eliza climbed on top of Sarah, pushing her flat against the carpeted floor, then sliding down her body, lining the strapon up with my defeated opponent's pussy. Eliza gently parted Sarah's huge thighs, then pressed forward, guiding the strapon in as it slid between Eliza's pussy lips. I leaned in for a good look as Eliza started fucking a moaning Sarah. I have to admit getting quite turned on as my wife roughly thrust her fake cock in and out of Sarah, both at my wife's show of domination and the sheer size difference between the two women. I enjoyed the show, quickly getting hard as Sarah writhed under my wife. Eliza could have drawn this out, but I saw from her technique she was going for a quick finish - whether an act of mercy for my beaten opponent or petty revenge at denying me a longer show I don't know, and I guess it didn't matter. Before long Sarah was pulling my wife towards her, letting out a low, keening moan as she got closer to the edge. I saw her eyes roll back in her head as she came. Eliza let her down slowly, giving her shorter and shorter strokes until she stopped completely.
Sarah didn't have long to enjoy her bliss. It was time for me to get off. With my wife's help I got Sarah on all fours. My wife laid under her, crotch lined up with Sarah's face. She got two handfuls of Sarah's hair and pulled her head down and started fucking her mouth with the strapon, making Sarah taste her own juices. I got behind Sarah, pushing into her doggy style, moaning as I slid home in her warm pussy. I fucked her slowly, savoring my victory, giving her the longest strokes I could, relishing her gagged moans as my wife fucked her face. Despite myself my strokes started getting a little quicker as I got more excited. I grabbed Sarah's hips to steady myself and shortened up a little, grunting as I finished each thrust. My wife didn't help as she started egging me on, telling me how she wanted to see me shoot a big load in Sarah. She got her wish as I threw my head back, eyes closed, and started spurting into Sarah's pussy, giving her a few last erratic strokes as my wife cheered me on.
Finished. I gingerly pulled out. I could have punished Sarah further, but I think I'd had my fun; the poor lady had probably just thought she was helping my wife out, and I didn't feel the need to humiliate her any more. Of course, my wife hadn't gotten off yet; she pushed Sarah's head down slightly, then pulled it between her legs, the slick strapon resting on top of Sarah's head as she started eating her pussy. I took a quick shower, able to hear Eliza climaxing through the wall, and by the time I came out of the bathroom Sarah's punishment was over. We threw her into the shower, let her get dressed, and then threw her out before settling down for a lazy evening of TV.
"I hope you don't mind me saying, but you're the second hottest Ariel I've ever seen."
This had the desired effect: "SECOND hottest?!"
Laughing apologetically, I told her I'd be in big trouble if I didn't say my wife was hotter. Then I turned on the charm, asking her about herself - her name was Mandi, age 23, from Fort Lauderdale, here with a bunch of her female friends. By the time the monorail was coming to my resort, I asked if she wanted to come back to my room and dry off. She nodded with a smile and texted her friends saying she'd catch up with them later while I texted my wife letting her know we were in business.
I used my magic band to open the door and held it open for Mandi. She stepped into the bathroom and peeled off her pasties, then unzipped the miniskirt. I took her in - she was about 5'4", her red hair pulled into two long braids, clearly lightened up by the sun. Her face was a little unremarkable - brown eyes, slightly long nose, small upturned mouth. Her body was the real attraction, a beautiful set of B cups (albeit slightly strange looking with pale skin where the pasties had covered them), a flat stomach, toned arms and legs. She caught me looking and walked over: "Like what you see?" She yanked my shorts down and squeezed my cock through my underwear. "I guess so!"
I leaned in and we started making out. She pulled my shirt off and then pushed me out of the bathroom, pulling me over to one of the beds in the room. She shimmied out of her panties as I slid off my shorts and underwear, leaving us both fully stripped. She laid down on the bed and gave me a come-here finger waggle. That was all the invitation I needed and I got on top of her, sucking briefly on her neck, then slowly working my way down her body. I stopped to worship her tits as she reached out and gave my cock a few strokes. I kissed my way down her stomach. She opened her legs and I slid down, licking her inner thighs. I spread her legs wide and she giggled as I blew against her pussy. Then I dived in.
I was just getting into this when my wife came in. She gave her well-practiced "What the fuck!" scream and I got out of Mandi's way as she yelped in surprise. When Mandi saw who it was she gave out a mean laugh, getting to her feet as my wife walked into the room.
The two women faced off and just looking at them, my wife was in way over her head (which is nothing new of course). She's all of 5'2" with delicate facial features that mostly spoiled the threatening grimace she was trying to pull off. Her naturally red hair - pulled into two pigtails that made her look even younger - was fairly dark in contrast to Mandi's locks. Despite my wife's short height there was no mistaking the curves in her hourglass shape - she was packing a 36C chest on her small frame and a round, generous butt. She'd been applying her sunscreen diligently and her freckles still stood out on her skin. She was wearing a purple Minnie Mouse shirt and shorts while Mandi faced off against her totally naked.
"This is her?" Mandi sneered at my wife. "This shrimpy little girl is supposed to be hotter than me? I bet she could fit into a kid's costume!" She condescendingly patted Eliza on the top of her head. "Why don't you get the fuck out of here before you get hurt?"
Eliza surprised Mandi with a hard slap across the face and the fight was on. Eliza usually gets a free hit in - most people are so stunned by actually being hit they just stand there and take a followup shot. Mandi recovered too quickly for this and slapped my wife back with a snarl. Eliza punched Mandi hard in the stomach, backing the taller fighter off. Mandi put her hands up and they squared off throwing punches and slaps. At first Mandi's range gave her enough of an edge to keep my wife at bay, but when Eliza realized she was coming out on the losing end of the exchange she darted in, eating a vicious slap to the face but managing to close the distance. She grabbed Mandi's bare tits and squeezed. Mandi shrieked, reaching down and prying Eliza's hands off her boobs. This may have been Eliza's plan all along as Mandi left herself open long enough for Eliza to knee her in the crotch.
My wife took a step back as Mandi slowly sank to her knees, holding her pussy and breathing in panting gasps. Eliza backed up another step and then charged, kicking Mandi hard in the chest and knocking her down to the carpet on her back. Eliza came in to finish Mandi, but was surprised as Mandi lashed out with a kick, the heel of her foot going right between Eliza's legs. Eliza turned away, having to hold on to a chair to stay standing. Behind her Mandi used the dresser to pull herself up to her feet.
As Eliza turned back to her opponent I could see they were both hurting. Eliza struck first, darting forward with a punch aimed at Mandi's stomach. She hit, but Mandi was ready for her and flexed her stomach, leaving Eliza's fist to slide off inflicting very little damage. Mandi's counter-punch was a right hook to the jaw that had Eliza stumbling backwards, trying to stay vertical. Mandi followed her, pulling her opponent's shirt off and then hitting her with a knee strike to the stomach. Mandi unhooked Eliza's bra and went to tie my wife's hands, but Eliza desperately pushed her away, no doubt knowing that if Mandi succeeded with this move the fight was over. Foiled, Mandi tossed the bra aside, then nailed my reeling wife with a series of punches - left hook to the ribs, right uppercut to the stomach, straight left to the jaw, and then a finishing hook to Eliza's head that put my wife down on the carpet.
I realized that my wife could be in big trouble - she usually managed to overcome her short stature with her advanced fighting skills, but I could tell this wasn't Mandi's first fight, and without this advantage Eliza might be in deep shit. Mandi propped a limp, panting Eliza up, sitting with her back against the bed. Mandi kneeled in front of her, holding her opponent steady with her left hand on Eliza's shoulder, then started laying gut punches into my wife with her right hand.
Eliza gasped, groaned, and then wailed as each one of these hits landed; her stomach started bruising up as Mandi landed blow after blow in my wife's tummy. Eliza made a weak effort to cover her stomach with her hand, but this just drew Mandi's attention upwards as she stunned Eliza with a few hits to the face. Eliza's hand dropped and Mandi went back to work beating the fight out of her.
Finally Eliza fell over, gagging and holding her midsection as her opponent laughed. Mandi turned to me: "You think she's had enough?"
I walked over to my wife, who couldn't stand, and nudged her with my foot. "I think she's done."
"And who looked better in that Ariel outfit?!"
"You, of course." I grabbed my cock, which was rock hard. "Why don't we have some fun with her?"
Mandi looked down at Eliza, a cruel smile spreading across her face. "I plan to. Hey - what do you think she'd have done to me if she won?"
With a flourish I produced Eliza's duffel bag full of toys. Mandi pawed through it before coming out with Eliza's second-favorite strapon, a six-inch black number already attached to a harness. "Wow. Hey, help me into this."
I got her suited up, but as we went over to start having fun with Eliza, I saw she'd gotten back to her feet and had her fists up - it looked like, amazingly, Eliza still wanted to fight. Mandi laughed at her, perhaps not the smartest move as Eliza came in with surprising speed and slapped Mandi's right tit. It was an expert hit, Mandi howling in pain as Eliza drew back for another blow. Mandi covered her chest with both arms and Eliza hit her with a slap to the face, turning her opponent's head. Mandi took a step back and then surprised my wife, quickly dropping to her knees and sweeping Eliza's legs out with a low sweep kick. I didn't want to see my wife lose, but this was a beautiful move, and at this point I gave up on Eliza pulling off a comeback.
My wife still had some fight in her as she gamely tried to get up, but Mandi was on her, grabbing the shorter fighter's hair, slamming my wife's head into the floor a few times. Eliza was left dazed and unable to defend herself as Mandi landed a few more punches into her opponent's now deeply bruised stomach. Eliza lay on the carpet trying to recover as Mandi stepped over to the dresser. She opened one of the drawers, then grabbed my wife, pulling her up to her knees and laying her head half in the drawer. Mandi slammed it closed and Eliza fell down in a limp heap.
Mandi stood over my wife, pushing her onto her back with a bare foot. "You done?" Mandi asked. Eliza just groaned without opening her eyes. Mandi reached down and slapped her hard, but this just drew another groan. Mandi looked around and then grabbed the ice bucket, half full of melted ice and freezing water. She took off the lid and threw the whole thing in Eliza's face, which finally brought my wife around.
My poor wife was a mess: Crying, her face and hair dripping wet, her stomach a painful mass of bruises. Mandi told her to get up and Eliza shakily got to her feet. She still had her shorts and underwear on and Mandi told her to strip. Eliza obligingly slid her clothes down, shamelessly sobbing. Mandi told her she was a bad little girl and made my wife get over her victorious opponent's knee. Mandi spanked her, savoring every cry from my defeated wife. After Eliza's butt had turned an angry red, Mandi pushed her off, then forced my wife to her knees. Mandi grabbed Eliza's pigtails and started fucking my wife's mouth with her own strapon. Eliza groaned unhappily around the dildo as a laughing Mandi dominated her.
I hated to break this scene up, but I wanted to get in on this and asked Mandi if I could have a turn. She said to have some patience and threw me her phone. I got some pictures of Mandi humiliating my wife, making sure to keep Mandi's head cropped out and Eliza's face turned away from the camera.
Next up Mandi said there was something she'd always wanted to try. She released a gasping Eliza's hair and laid down on the carpet, hands behind her head. She motioned for Eliza to sit down on her strapon. Eliza came over and straddled Mandi, spreading her own lower lips apart with two fingers. She slowly sat down, impaling herself on the dildo.
"Keep going!" Mandi barked. "All the way down!" Eliza obliged, hilting herself. "Now start fucking me!" With a moan Eliza did as she was told, slowly moving her hips up and down on the plastic cock. "Fuck, this is nice," Mandi noted conversationally. "You like it when she does this to you?"
"Sure do."
"I bet! Well, if you want to fuck her mouth, now's the time." I stood with my feet on either side of Mandi's head and grabbed Eliza's pigtails. Knowing what was coming, she took a deep breath before I pushed my cock into her mouth. Eliza's a pro and kept fucking Mandi's strapon even as I roughly thrust my cock between her lips. Eliza had started her ride slowly, but picked up speed as she got into it; I was glad that I had her pigtails to hang on to as I pistoned my dick in and out of her small mouth. Soon Eliza couldn't stand it anymore - I could tell from her hip movements getting frenzied and erratic that she was almost there. Mandi rooted her on, telling her to cum like the little loser slut she was, and Eliza moaned loudly around my rod as she started climaxing, one hand rubbing her clit and the other holding on to Mandi for dear life. I pulled out so just the tip of my cock was pressed against her lips, not wanting her to accidentally bite down. Eliza let out a long, loud, moaning wail as she rode her climax, then went limp and fell off Mandi.
"Wow," Mandi said as she got up. "She's a screamer, huh?" She nudged Eliza with her foot. "I think I can get her to scream even louder, though. Help me with her." We dead-lifted Eliza up onto one of the beds, laying her down on her chest. Mandi shoved Eliza's head down, pressing her face into the pillows, then pushed her legs apart. Mandi lifted Eliza's hips up and gave her butt one last slap.
"You know what I'm gonna do now?" Mandi yelled at her. She slid her thumb into Eliza's ass, drawing a scared yelp from my wife.
"No!" Eliza wailed as Mandi pulled her thumb out. "Not my ass! Please! I'll do anything you want!"
"Of course you will," Mandi laughed. "Well, I'm feeling nice, so you can pick up where your man left off. If you make me cum, I guess you're off the hook. If not..." she pressed her thumb against my whimpering wife's butt. Eliza sobbed that she would do a great job, then told Mandi what a kind, beautiful lady she was at Mandi's prompting.
Mandi switched position, moving up to sit at the head of the bed, back against the headboard. She spread her legs and Eliza, laying on her chest, slid forward and dived in. Mandi moaned as Eliza started licking her tormentor's pussy. I enjoyed the show; I like to think I'm a pretty good pussy-eater, but my wife's a real pro. Mandi was soon squirming under her attention, digging her fingers into the bedspread. She started panting, then her hips started bucking as she cried out in passion. Then she was cumming, Eliza expertly guiding her through her climax as Mandi's eyes rolled back in her head.
I walked around to the head of the bed, watching as Mandi enjoyed her afterglow. She opened her eyes and smiled at me like the cat who ate the canary. She reached out and grabbed my hard cock, giving it a few strokes. "Aww, poor baby. You didn't get to cum yet, did you?" I shook my head no, looking as sad as I could. Her hand dropped down, cupping my balls. "You got a big load in here?" I nodded. "Well, come on then. Here, like this - "
Mandi had Eliza lay down on her back, feet facing the pillows, her head almost hanging off the end of the bed. Mandi got on all fours, her pussy a few inches from my wife's face, and waved me on to fuck her doggy style. I came up to the foot of the bed, rubbing the head of my cock against Mandi's dripping pussy. I pushed in with a moan. In this position we were fucking right over my wife's head, my balls almost dragging across her face with every stroke. I had gotten good and worked up fucking Eliza's mouth, and watching her licking Mandi to a climax hadn't exactly calmed me down. I had pinched the tip of my cock just before the first thrust, and used all my tricks to last as long as I could - Mandi didn't make it any easier, pulsing her pussy muscles as I fucked her.
As I was about to finish Mandi stopped me, reaching back and grabbing my cock. She pushed me over the edge with a few quick strokes, pointing the tip of my dick down so I shot my load on Eliza's face. "Open your mouth," Mandi commanded, some of my cum flinging onto my wife's protruding tongue, the rest landing on her face, hair, and some on the blanket she was laying on.
Mandi and I climbed off the bed, leaving Eliza laying on top of the covers. She was a mess - her face was covered with sweat, melted ice water, Mandi's juices and my cum. Mandi admired her handiwork for a moment before taking off the strapon. Her outfit was barely dry, but I helped her back into it. She left me her cell number in case my wife wanted a rematch and was on her way.
It took Eliza two days to recover from the fight. I didn't like seeing get her hurt, but I have to admit it's a turn-on seeing her losing and getting humiliated sometimes. She'd lost like this before, of course, and I knew she'd be looking for a doozy to pit me against when she went out prowling. It was a nervous few hours in the resort lobby before I got the text telling me to come back to the room for my fight.
I knew her well enough that there were three strong possibilities I was facing. The least scary would be a male bodybuilder - their sheer power would make them dangerous, but I've beaten them before and knew how to break them down. The second choice would be one of our fellow park prowlers. This was a scarier thought, but it's not often done and I wasn't counting on it. The last choice would be an Amazon; some of the high school women's basketball & cheerleading teams that came on Disney trips had some absolutely huge girls (you don't think of cheerleaders as being big, but the bottom pyramid girls were often over six feet).
I took a deep breath and opened the door. I walked into the room and stopped short as I beheld my opponent: A 6'5" (in bare feet!) brunette. As she saw me she theatrically cracked her knuckles. She asked my wife in a southern baritone: "Is this him?"
"That's him, Sarah!" my wife squealed, hiding behind her fighter for good measure. Holy shit. My eyes took the long trip from Sarah's head to her feet: Her brown hair was up in a long ponytail, a few spare tendrils hanging down over her brown eyes. Her heart-shaped face was pretty enough, although it was currently fixed into a mean sneer. I moved my gaze down her huge body - long lanky arms, big hands, legs almost as tall as my wife's entire body. She was wearing a red tank top with Ariel's face on it and cargo shorts; she'd already taken off her shoes and socks.
This was not good. Thinking quick, the only plan I could come up with was to get in close and try to work down one of her joints; if she was able to use her range to keep me away I'd be in deep shit. I'm in pretty good shape (benefit of not needing to work is we have plenty of time to work out), but that wouldn't do me any good if I couldn't land any hits.
All this went through my mind as I took off my own footwear. I was still wearing my throwback Mickey shirt and jean shorts as Sarah put her fists up and came at me.
Her first punch was a overhand right that came on like a rushing train. I went under it, trying to get close enough to grapple with my opponent. I reached down for her right knee, and I was in luck as she'd strongly overcomitted to her punch - a beginner's mistake. I managed to get both hands on her huge right leg; normally I'd be able to yank my opponent's leg out and dump her on her butt, but her thigh was so big I was left fruitlessly pulling on it, and Sarah brought her elbow smashing down on top of my head. I was knocked down, landing on my face on the carpet, in big trouble. Sarah lifted her right leg and stomped it down into my back. In a daze I rolled over, watching in slow motion as Sarah lifted her leg up for another stomp, this one aimed at my face.
If this landed I pictured my head exploding like a grape. I just managed to roll away, coming to one of the beds that I used to pull myself up to my feet. Sarah grunted in annoyance and came after me. She launched a big slap, overcomitting again. I knew I had to take advantage of her mistakes and I darted around to her right side, lashing out with a kick that slammed into the back of her knee. Sarah yelled in surprise, falling backwards like a felled tree, her back slamming into the carpeted floor.
Sarah rolled over on to her stomach in preparation for getting up and I pounced. I repaid her earlier stomp, driving my right foot into the back of her head. Sarah groaned and got up to her hands and feet. I went around to her side and slammed a kick into her stomach. I could tell she was hurting, but I still had a lot of work to do as she lumbered to her feet.
Sarah seemed to have figured out that her strikes were too slow and clumsy as she opened her arms wide and tried to grab me in a bearhug. I let her get close, then kicked her between the legs. This stopped her cold. I tried to move in on her, but she wasn't as stunned as I had hoped and kept me away with a wild backhand. I had to back up, but she wasn't able to keep me away long - she was still overcommitting to her blows and had put way too much wild power into her swing. She left herself open and I came in on her, sinking my fist into her stomach. She groaned but stayed standing and came back with a huge slap that had me seeing stars. She kneed me in the stomach and I fell down to my knees. Sarah grabbed a handful of my short hair, pulling my head up so I was looking into her eyes, and drew her other hand back for a knockout punch.
This is a very dramatic way to end a fight, but I wasn't ready to be put away yet; Sarah left herself open and I slammed an uppercut between her legs. She released my hair and staggered backwards, cursing. I sprang to my feet and attacked, taking a short step toward her, slamming a punch into her long neck.
Sarah gagged, hands around her windpipe, coughing and wheezing. I had picked her right knee as my target to chop her down and smashed a kick into her right kneecap. She went down to one knee but managed to stay standing; I went around to her front and put her down with a huge right hook to the face.
Sarah hit the ground hard and I could tell she was hurting pretty bad. I wanted to make another pair of targets for myself, so I quickly pulled off her tank top and the white bra underneath, setting her massive DD tits free in the cool air-conditioned room. A groaning Sarah backed me off with some wild swings; I took a few steps back and let her use the bed to pull herself up to her feet.
Sarah was favoring her knee as she lumbered at me, hands wide in front of her. I knew she'd only throw too many whiffs before she wised up, and it looked like my luck had run out. I backed up with some idea of charging her, but as I ran at her she reached out and grabbed me around the neck with one big hand. I gagged as she squeezed and she lifted me straight up off the ground, holding me there as I kicked my legs uselessly before she slammed me down to the floor.
I was totally helpless as Sarah knelt down next to me. To repay my stripping her she pulled off my shirt, then got my shorts and underwear, leaving me naked but at least letting me recover slightly. As she reached for my cock I pounced, slamming a kick into the side of her head. Sarah had to put her arms down on the carpet, going to all fours, to avoid falling down. I rolled away from her and up to my feet. Sarah was next to the dresser and started using it to pull herself up. Before she could regain her footing I came up behind her and stunned her with a kick between the legs, then grabbed her head and slammed her face into the top of the dresser. A second one of these was enough to send Sarah back to the ground on her back.
I stomped on her hurt knee and Sarah screamed, covering it with her hands. This left the rest of her open and I reached in and grabbed her tits, squeezing and twisting. Sarah's hands came up to grab mine, but I released her chest and dropped a knee into her face. This left my opponent dazed, unable to even roll over and start getting up. I figured it was time to finish her off. I grabbed her legs and laid down on the ground, locking her into a figure four, overextending her injured right knee.
I knew as soon as I had the hold applied this was it for Sarah - even just putting the hold on had her groaning, and when I started pouring pressure on she screamed in agony. I eased up a little bit (no desire to really hurt her, I just wanted her to surrender) as Eliza came around to where Sarah lay on the carpet unabashedly sobbing.
"It's okay if you want to give up," my wife told her. "You did great!" Eliza cradled Sarah's head against her chest. "You had enough?"
Sarah nodded and I released the hold. The first thing I did was strip her the rest of the way,pulling her shorts and underwear down her long legs. Eliza got her a bag of ice that Sarah gratefully applied to her swelling leg.
What to do with my beaten opponent? I found myself wondering what my wife had told Sarah I'd done; I almost felt the cartoon lightbulb going off over my head as it came to me. I pointed at my wife:
"Eliza - finish her."
Sarah couldn't see her face, and my wife fixed me with a wicked smile. Slipping back into character, she begged me not to make her do this; but I gave her my sternest glare and told her if she didn't, I'd do it myself, and I wouldn't be kind. With that Eliza went to her bag, pulling out her strapon harness as a horrified Sarah watched in shock.
"No!" Sarah wailed. "Eliza, please! I only did this to help you!"
"I'm sorry," my wife said coldly, her eyes hard. I finished getting her into the strapon as Sarah blubbered in fear. Eliza climbed on top of Sarah, pushing her flat against the carpeted floor, then sliding down her body, lining the strapon up with my defeated opponent's pussy. Eliza gently parted Sarah's huge thighs, then pressed forward, guiding the strapon in as it slid between Eliza's pussy lips. I leaned in for a good look as Eliza started fucking a moaning Sarah. I have to admit getting quite turned on as my wife roughly thrust her fake cock in and out of Sarah, both at my wife's show of domination and the sheer size difference between the two women. I enjoyed the show, quickly getting hard as Sarah writhed under my wife. Eliza could have drawn this out, but I saw from her technique she was going for a quick finish - whether an act of mercy for my beaten opponent or petty revenge at denying me a longer show I don't know, and I guess it didn't matter. Before long Sarah was pulling my wife towards her, letting out a low, keening moan as she got closer to the edge. I saw her eyes roll back in her head as she came. Eliza let her down slowly, giving her shorter and shorter strokes until she stopped completely.
Sarah didn't have long to enjoy her bliss. It was time for me to get off. With my wife's help I got Sarah on all fours. My wife laid under her, crotch lined up with Sarah's face. She got two handfuls of Sarah's hair and pulled her head down and started fucking her mouth with the strapon, making Sarah taste her own juices. I got behind Sarah, pushing into her doggy style, moaning as I slid home in her warm pussy. I fucked her slowly, savoring my victory, giving her the longest strokes I could, relishing her gagged moans as my wife fucked her face. Despite myself my strokes started getting a little quicker as I got more excited. I grabbed Sarah's hips to steady myself and shortened up a little, grunting as I finished each thrust. My wife didn't help as she started egging me on, telling me how she wanted to see me shoot a big load in Sarah. She got her wish as I threw my head back, eyes closed, and started spurting into Sarah's pussy, giving her a few last erratic strokes as my wife cheered me on.
Finished. I gingerly pulled out. I could have punished Sarah further, but I think I'd had my fun; the poor lady had probably just thought she was helping my wife out, and I didn't feel the need to humiliate her any more. Of course, my wife hadn't gotten off yet; she pushed Sarah's head down slightly, then pulled it between her legs, the slick strapon resting on top of Sarah's head as she started eating her pussy. I took a quick shower, able to hear Eliza climaxing through the wall, and by the time I came out of the bathroom Sarah's punishment was over. We threw her into the shower, let her get dressed, and then threw her out before settling down for a lazy evening of TV.
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