Babysitter Beatdown (mostly F/F, some F/M)

One of my earliest stories - apparently before I knew how to spell "tongue" or that I should be using spell check.

Now, let me see. Where do I start with this one?
Well, first, the divorce. My mom caught my dad fucking around on her when I was 8, and when they got divorced, I went to live with my mom. She made good money as a college professor, plus the ailmoney my dad sent. When I was 13, my mom started dating the man she'd end up marrying. He had a daughter from his own previous marrige, Laura, who became my step sister when she and her dad moved in.
So let me see. When this happened, I'd just turned 15, and was in the full grip of puberty (IE, horny as hell and with no idea what to do about it). Laura was 16 and a half, pretty far down her physical path to adulthood. Her dad let her dye her hair, and it was a platinum blonde, about shoulder length at the time. She had wanted blue contacts, but that was too expensive, so her eyes were still natural blonde. She still had a lot of her baby fat, but her tits had grown quite nicely (hey, we were living in the same house; you would've looked too). I guess she was a large B cup at this point, like 5'4" or so. Taller than me, anyway. as for me, I guess I was, I dunno, five nothing? Not too much, anyway. Average height for my age, and a little scrawny, let's leave it at that.

So anyway, I guess we got along OK; My stepdad kept his distance, and Laura was OK, I guess, although I resented her sleepeovers where I'd be banished to my room.

So, the time came where one weekend both our parents had to leave on a overnight trip for a conference somewhere, and stunned Laura and I both with the annoucement that they were hiring a babysitter to watch us.
Laura and I both thought this was ridiculous, but our whining and declarations of disbelief fell on deaf ears. Sure enough, when the saturday that they were set to leave rolled around, our babysitter arrived in the afternoon.
Her name was Amy Ling, and she was one of my mom's graduate students - I think she was 23 or 24 at the time. She was of course fully grown, 5'6" or so. She was on the thin side, her tits a shade smaller than Laura's developing set. (Not that I could tell much of this at the time; she wore a huge college sweatshirt over to our house.) Her hair was ink black and longgggg, like halfway down to her ass.
She introduced ourselves to us, and we, being the mature adults we were, proceeded to grudgingly act just nice enough to get our parents out the door. As soon as they were gone, though, it was barely concealed hostility from Laura and me. Amy made us dinner - pretty good, actually. The first sign of real trouble was when Laura wanted to know why Amy wasn't making Chinese food; Amy shut her up with a long, boring story about how her family was forced to relocate to Japan following World War II from Manchuria, and blah, blah blah.
The real trouble actually started after dinner. Amy went to use the facilities, and Laura followed her. A few minutes later, Laura came running into the room like a bat out of hell.
"I got it!!" she shrieked. "I got it! Look!" She shoved her cell phone at me - she'd used the built in camera to take a picture of Amy on the toilet, trying to cover herself up.
"Gross," I said.
"Yeah, it is," she giggled. "I'm gonna forward it to everyone. Here we go -"
Amy burst into the room just then.
"Give me that!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. She charged Laura, trying to grab the phone out of her hands.
"Fuck you!" Laura screamed right back at her. "You're going to break it! Let go, you old bitch!"
Well, Laura was right; I'm not totally sure how it happened, but her phone fell, bounced off the hard living room table, and died with a loud THWUNK.
After that it was quiet for a second. Amy and I stared at Laura, who stared at her phone. Its broken face stared back up at her.

Laura slapped Amy, hard, snapping her head around. "You broke my PHONE!" she screamed, flying at Amy with her fists flying. Amy, stunned, stumbled backwards under her younger opponent's assault. Laura was in a rage, raining punches, some of them hitting and just as many going wild. Amy, retreating blind, tripped over her feet and went down,  the rug breaking her fall. She ended up on her back, and Laura got right on top of her and slapped her hard. Amy's arms came up to guard her face, so Laura grabbed her long black hair with one hand, pulling on it while she kept throwing wild punches with her other hand.
Amy took this for a little while, before she saw an opening and powered up, reaching her arms up and shoving Laura off her. Laura went tumbling.
"You bitch," Amy screamed at her. She rushed Laura, grabbing her hair and laying her own punch into the younger girl's face. Laura's face was unguarded, and Amy's fist thwacked right into her nose. Laura cried out and put her hands to her nose. I could see blood in between her fingers. Laura moved one of her hands away, looking at her bloody fingers in disbelief.
I don't know if Amy was shocked at what she'd done, but she just stood there, her hand still buried in Laura's hair. However, if she thought the fight was over, she was mistaken. With a shriek, Laura raked her nails down Amy's face. Amy screamed, her own hands going to her wounded face.
"You cunt," she sobbed. She moved her hands away, and I could see that she had long scratches down her face, though no blood.
Laura by now had gotten up to her knees, so the girls were face to face on their knees. Laura threw a hard punch into Amy's hurting face. Amy cried out and shot back, and the girls spent a minute or two throwing punches at each other. They could hardly miss at this range, and the only sound was the thwack of each punch, and the girls groaning as one landed home.
Amy seemed to be getting the better of this shortly, and  after one particularly hard right, Laura let out a groan and slumped forward on her. Amy pushed her over to the side, and Laura ended up on the floor, face down. Amy climbed on her back, grabbed her hair, and started slamming her head into the floor.
During the fight they'd moved off the carpet, and Laura's face was being smacked into bare wood. Laura took five or six of these, and I could see a bloodstain forming on the wood floor.
"Jesus, help me," she screamed at me. Amy slammed her head into the floor again, shutting her up. "Help!" she shouted when Amy pulled her head back up for another slam.

Honestly, up until now, I had just sat there in happy disbelief. Well, what the hell. I got up and walked towards Amy, who let go of Laura's hair and climbed off her to face me.
"I'm warning you," she growled. "You stay away. Don't come any closer. Don't you dare - "
I was close enough now to almost grab her, and she came forward, her knee coming up into my balls. I let out a squeak and collapsed to the carpet.
"You stay out of this," Amy shouted down at me. "This is between me and that bitch." She bent down, hooking her hands under my armpits and started dragging me roughly. She pulled me over to the couch, I guess to try and tie me up and keep me from interfering. She managed to get me to the couch, and was looking around for something to tie me up with when Laura attacked.
She caught Amy totally by surprise with an uppercut between her legs. Amy's mouth formed a soundless O in shock as she sank to her knees. Laura climbed onto the couch, her hips at eye level with a still kneeling Amy. From there she snaked her legs around Amy's head and clamped them shut.
Amy's hands came up to Laura's legs, trying without success to make her let go. I could see Laura pulsing her muscles, squeezing Amy's head tighter and tighter. Amy's legs were still free, and they were kicking around as she tried to get to her feet or escape.
"Get her legs," Laura shouted at me. I'd recovered by now, so I carefully grabbed her wildly kicking ankles. "Pull her pants off," Laura commanded next. Now we were talking. I unzipped her shorts and pulled them off, throwing them away. "And her undies," Laura said next, now sporting a shit eating grin as Amy's struggles started fading. I'd never done this before, but it was easy enough to get ahold of her white panties and slide them off. "You ever seen one up close?" Laura teased. "Take a look."
I spread her legs and looked. Her bush was neatly shaved, and - well; suffice to say, I was enthralled. I was also totally and utterly distracted, so when Amy used a last surge of strength to get to her feet, I sat there like an idiot.
Laura's legs were still wrapped around Amy's head as she stood up, so the girls ended up with Amy on her feet, Laura hanging off her, her head still resting on the couch. Amy wrapped her arms around Laura's midsection, and was able to stumble away from the couch, holding Laura in a piledriver position. I'm not sure if the smart thing to do would have been to let go, but Laura was running on pure instinct now. In any case, once they had cleared the couch, Amy drove Laura's head into the floor in a sloppy, blind, possibly accidental piledriver.

Laura's head hit the floor, and even though it was carpeted, her head made a loud thunk on impact. Her scissors finally let go, and she ended up face down on the floor, stunned. Amy, her face red, took a few deep breaths before rolling Laura over onto her back. Laura was wearing her usual tight jeans and a T-shirt, and Amy pulled the shirt up over Laura's head so it trapped her arms and was over her head; I could see her stomach and yellow bra. Amy started throwing punch after punch into Laura's stomach. It started turning red as Amy punished it. After seven or eight hard punches, Amy, still breathing hard, climbed off her. I think she was looking around the room for her clothes, but her eyes fell on me.

Oh, fuck. I had forgotten I was in this fight too. I got up to face her, not bothering to hide my boner tenting out my pajama pants.
Amy came at me with her fists up. I was mostly looking for another crotch shot, and she didn't disappoint. She threw a kick at me, and I caught her leg. This left her hopping on the other one trying to keep her balance. I kicked her other leg out, and her back and head hit the floor, hard. I still had one of her ankles, so I grabbed the other one and spread her legs.
Gosh - what a sight. I hated to harm a masterpiece like this, but I wanted to win, after all. I lifted my foot and stomped right on it.
She groaned and covered her pussy with her hands. I changed targets and stomped her stomach, and she let out another groan.
I twisted her ankles so she rolled over on to her stomach. I'd seen something in a wrestling video I wanted to try. Hopefully it was a real move - I sat down on her back and linked my hands under her chin, then pulled back. I guess this really did hurt, because she started groaning, and I could feel her legs kicking. I pulled back even more, as hard as I could, and she seemed to be really hurting.
I held her like this until I saw Laura, her T-shirt thrown off, getting to her knees. She was back in action if a little worse for wear. I released Amy, who crumpled to the floor.

Here we were, Laura in her jeans and bra, me in my pajama pants, and Amy in just her oversized sweater. Laura lost no time, coming up to Amy and pulling her big sweater up and over her head, leaving the older woman totally naked.
That done, Laura rolled Amy over onto her back, then took her arms and pulled them up over her head. Laura sat down on her wrists. Down at her feet, I grabbed her ankles, and Amy was totally defenseless.
Laura reached down and took Amy's nipples in between her thumbs and fingers.
"You like this, you old bitch?" she sneered. "You call these tits?" She stopped long enough to hit each breast with a stinging slap before she went back to teasing Amy's nipples. "You," she told me, "check her pussy." Well, she didn't have to ask me twice. I spread Amy's legs before sitting down on her knees to keep her legs immobilized. I ran my fingertips up and down her entrance.
"It's wet," I marveled.
"Look out for cobwebs," Laura giggled. I ignored her and gently worked a finger in; this brought a moan from Amy. "Try your tounge," Laura purred. I removed my finger and went to it - I ran my tounge all around the outside before plunging it into her. From there, I may not have known what I was doing, but I set about it with gusto. Soon enough Amy's hips were bucking, meeting my tongue as I ate her. Just when it seemed like she was about to lose control, I heard Laura issue another command.
"Hold up," she told me. She looked down at the trapped woman beneath her. "You want more of this? Huh?"
"Uhhh," Amy groaned. Laura held up her hand, and I stopped moving my tongue.
"I said, do you want more?"
"Yes," Amy's voice came, barely a whisper.
"I didn't catch that," Laura said sweetly.
"Yes, please."
"Tough shit," Laura decided, her voice hard again. "Come up here," she directed me. I reluctantly climbed off Amy's legs and came up to her head. Laura pulled her up and had me hook my arms around Amy's in a full nelson. She kicked and squirmed, but couldn't escape. Laura reached behind her back and undid her bra, throwing it in the corner. We were all on our knees, and Laura had me push Amy's face down so she was angled at my step sister's bare chest.
"Lick them," she ordered. When Amy refused, her mouth clamped shut, Laura reached down to her crotch, digging her nails into the older woman's pussy. Amy cried out in pain. "I'm not gonna ask again," Laura hissed. "Lick!" Reluctantly, Amy's tongue went to her younger torment's nipples. She ran her tongue all around the proferred nipple, then put her lips around it and sucked. Laura practically purred at this. She let Amy do this for a little before switching tits and letting Amy work on the other nip.
Laura was really enjoying herself now, and soon she undid her pants and slid out of her jeans and undies. She had me lay Amy down on her back again, and Laura mounted her face, her bare pussy pressing into Amy's mouth.
"Eat me, you old cunt," she commanded. Amy could barely get her tongue out of her mouth, and Laura started fucking her face with relish. She played with her nipples with one hand while the other was behind Amy's head, pushing her face even farther into her crotch. Laura was really into this, moaning as she got more and more excited.

Soon she was ready to finish. This was the first time I'd seen a woman climax up close, and Laura's body quivering and her cries of ecstasy left no question as she came. When she was done, she sat on Amy's face for a minute more, breathing heavily with her eyes closed.
"Awesome," she finally said. "Okay, let's finish up." Laura started getting off Amy's face. For one second, as she was still straddling Amy's head, she left herself vulnerable, and that's all it took. Amy's head reared up, and she bit down on Laura's crotch.
Laura let out just about the loudest scream I've ever heard, surprise, shock, and agony all rolled together.

Laura rolled off of Amy, curling into the fetal position, trying to massage some of the pain out of her crotch. Amy got to her feet, fire in her eyes, and we faced off again. My head was buzzing; less than 15 minutes ago my tounge had been buried to the hilt in her pussy, and now we were back to fighting. To be fair, it must have been even stranger for her - not that it seemed to show too much; we both had our fists up like we were boxers. I was watching for the crotch attack again - my pants were pitching a major tent. This turned out to be a mistake, as Amy faked a knee to the groin, and then nailed me with a hard right to the stomach. I wasn't prepared for this, and I let out a oof as she knocked the air out of me and stunned me. She followed that up with a real knee to the balls, which brought me to my knees. She hit me with an awkward double axe handle that knocked me all the way to the floor, face down on the hard surface. She stomped me, hard, her foot landing in the middle of my back. I rolled over onto my side, blindly flailing, trying to back her off. She landed a hard kick to my hurting stomach next. I tried to put my hands over my sore stomach, but I felt her hooking her hands under my armpits again, dragging me back towards the couch as she had earlier in the fight. I went dead weight, thinking I could play possum and surprise her when we got there.
When we got to the couch, she lay me down, face up, on the floor, and went to her purse, still on the heavy table. As she was opening it, though, Laura had managed to crawl to one of the bookcases and pull herself up to her knees.
"You fucking cunt," she screamed, "I'm going to fucking kill you!" She pulled herself to her feet; Amy was still frozen, one hand in her purse. Behind her I grabbed the couch and pulled myself up to my feet.

Amy was really in trouble now. I was a few feet away from her. Laura, across the room, was advancing on her slowly, partly still hurt from Amy's surprise attack, and also stalking her prey. Amy looked back and forth between us, not moving. Only the sounds of our heavy breathing were filling the room, and Laura's soft footfalls on the padded carpet.
Laura was close now, almost in attack range, bringing her fists up.

Amy's hand finally came out of her purse; she had something in her grip. I realized too late what it was - pepper spray. Oh, fuck.
She turned, pointed, and unloaded it on Laura's face. Laura's hands shot to her face, screaming in agony as the pepper spray blinded her.
Amy turned towards me as Laura collapsed to the carpet. Amy pointed the spray at me and pushed the button -
I had put my arms up to shield my eyes, hoping to avoid or dodge the spray. But when she pushed the button, nothing but a sad pfft came out. Empty. "Oh, fuck me," she groaned.
I couldn't believe my good luck - had to make the most of this. I charged her, tackling her to the floor. We rolled around for a minute, and I ended up on top of her. I got her wrists, trapping them above her head.
"Listen, stop, stop," she panted. "Stop. Listen to me for just a second." I held her there, holding her wrists above her head, my butt over her neck. "We don't have to fight," she said. "I don't have any quarrel with you. Look, you can help me out. Right?"
"I don't think so," I said. "I have to live with Laura after you leave."
"Well," she said, inclining her head up, "what is Laura going to do for you?"
"What do you mean?"
My boner was back; rolling around with her had seen to that, and she was still nude. Her head leaned up farther, her lips brushing against the tip of my dick through my thin pajama pants and boxers.
"Do you think your sister is going do this for you?" Her mouth covered the tip of my penis. Even though my pants, this was feeling really good. I felt her lifting her wrists, and I let them go, cautiously, ready to grab and slam them back down if she tried anything. She reached up and tugged my pants and underwear down, and my dick sprang out. She took it with her right hand, her left gently cupping my balls. She started jerking me off, slowly, smiling up at me. "How about this?" she cooed. I just moaned in response. She brought her head to my cock, her tongue flicking around the head playfully, then taking it into her warm mouth.
God, how do you describe your first blowjob? Let's leave it at saying it felt wonderful, and at my age and with her experience, I was ready to cum pretty soon. I guess she could sense this, because she started jerking me quickly, applying a little more pressure to my balls with her off hand.
She kept the tip of my dick in her mouth as she finished me off, her hand pumping as I came until I was empty. When I was done, she removed her mouth and hand, and gently pushed me down the floor, onto my back.
"Now stay here, sweetie," she ordered.

Honestly, I would have been happy to fall asleep right then, but of course, Amy had just put me out of the fight so she could get her own back on Laura. For her part, Laura had been trying to wipe the pepper spray away, and had managed to get most of it, although her eyes were still painfully red and puffy. She was sitting with her back to us, kneeling in front of the table, still dabbing her eyes with tissues.
Amy stalked her, clearly enjoying herself now, thinking she had the upper hand and she was about to put this little girl in her place. She snuck up behind Laura and locked on a sleeper hold from behind. Laura only had time to let out a urk as Amy's arms snaked around her neck and clamped shut. Laura's hands went to Amy's arms, but she couldn't pry them away. Amy was really pouring on the pressure, and Laura's eyes started rolling back in her head, then her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Amy gently worked her to the floor, releasing the hold only when it was clear that Laura was really out for the count. She shot me a cold smile as she lay Laura out, spread eagled, facing the ceiling.

Amy went and got Laura's yellow bra off the floor, then came back to the table and pulled Laura's arms behind one of the sturdy table legs. She used the bra to tie Laura's hands around the table leg, leaving her largely helpless, her back resting against the table, arms immobilized. Amy sat down on her legs, and Laura was really trapped now.
"Wake up, bitch," Amy hissed, bringing Laura around with a few stinging slaps. As Laura opened her eyes, Amy's hands drifted south, tugging roughly on her nipples. This brought Laura around in a hurry. Amy went to work on her tits, slapping them, then hitting them with brutal straight punches, then pulling and twisting her nipples, then digging into them with her sharp nails while Laura wailed. When she had enough of this, Amy moved south, laying punch after punch into Laura's already bruising stomach.
Laura was a mess by the time Amy was done; her eyes were still red and puffy, with tears leaking out. Her chest was red where Amy had slapped, punched, and scratched her tits. Her stomach was a mess of ugly bruises.
"You had enough?" Amy asked.
"Ugh," Laura groaned. Amy slapped her hard in the face, then started choking her with her left hand. Her right hand went between Laura's legs, digging her nails into her crotch. Laura let out a strangled scream as Amy worked both holds, tears streaming down her face.

Well, this was enough for me. I got up to my feet. Amy turned to look at me.
"I told you to stay down," she hissed, reluctantly giving up her holds and climbing off Laura to fight me again. We came at each other hands up to box. I threw a few punches at her; most of them went wild, but one hit her in the face. She grimaced and stepped back. I threw a kick between her legs - I guess I did it right, because her hands went to her crotch and she sank to her knees with a groan. I kicked her in the chest and she fell over onto her back.
I pounced on her, trying to get her arms pinned, but she got one of her hands between my legs and wrapped it around my balls. Before I could try to pull her hand away, she started squeezing. Both my hands went to her wrist, trying to pry it off, but pain was radiating out of my balls as she punished them. She got up so we were both on our knees, her hand still between my legs squeezing. She pushed me backwards across the carpet until my back hit the back of the couch. She was still working the nut clamp. By now I'd given up pulling her hand away, and she was really hurting me bad with this; the pain radiating out of my balls was keeping me from thinking straight.
I latched onto her nipples and pulled as hard as I could. Amy grunted and grimaced, but her ball squeeze only got tighter. I groaned and leaned forward, my head coming to rest on her shoulder as I was running out of juice.
"You can give up any time," she breathed in my shoulder. "Or I can rip these off. You choose."
I abandoned my tit pull; I tried to come up with another strategy, but the screaming pain was all I could think of now. Luckily, my rescue was annouced with a loud crash.

Amy's hand slacked as we both looked over at the source of the noise. Laura had managed to get to her feet, the bra binding her hands flipping the table over onto its side, freeing her. She got to her feet, throwing away the crumpled bra that had once held her arms tight.
"Let go of him," Laura screamed. Amy finally released her hold - oh, thank god - and got up to face off with Laura one last time. "No more tricks, you old bitch," Laura hissed. "You're dead. You're fucking dead, you hear me?"
"You're a very bad little girl," Amy growled. "I'm going to teach you some manners now. Come here."
They closed, each one of them obviously feeling the effects of the fight, Laura a little more than Amy. They started throwing vicious slaps and punches at each other. I would've loved to have gotten up and helped Laura, but the way I was feeling, she was on her own for now - and she seemed to be getting the worst of it; she was able to back Amy off with a few tit slaps, but Amy came back with a punch that hit her right in her still red and swollen left eye. Laura cried out in pain, and Amy followed that up with a knee between the legs, then raked her nails down Laura's face - payback for Laura's earlier move. (God, how long had we been fighting for? )
Laura stumbled backward, hands over her face, sobbing. Amy hit her with a hard punch to the gut, then pushed her over onto the floor. She straddled Laura, pinning her wrists underneath her thighs. Laura could only kick her legs as she struggled to get free.
Amy started beating the shit out of her, throwing punch after punch into her face. Laura cried and screamed as Amy's fists thwacked into her face; her nose and mouth both started bleeding as Amy pulverized her.

I tried moving; it was painful, but possible. I crawled up behind Amy; she was so into her work she didn't notice me coming until my arms linked around hers, pulling her up and off Laura and into a full nelson. Amy shrieked, more in surprise than pain, probably. Her feet kicked around behind her, trying to find my sore balls, but our bodies were too close.
Below us. Laura had a great view of the action, and sent a punch straight up between Amy's legs. One more of those stopped Amy's struggles, and she kept laying them in, five or six, until a moaning Amy was sagging in my arms.
"Hold her," Laura panted, painfully pulling herself up to her feet. "Hold her right there."
I worked us down to our knees, keeping Amy's legs between mine so she couldn't escape. She slumped in the full nelson, silent, her big, ragged breaths the only sound.
Laura came back in a minute, one of the living room chairs in her hands. I'd seen people get hit with chairs on TV, but those were folding metal chairs; this was a solid, heavy wooden chair. This ought to put her out for good, if not kill her.
"Stand her up," Laura told me. I let go of the full nelson and pulled Amy up to her feet, in a reverse headlock (like I was going to give her a DDT). Laura lifted the chair above her head and brought it down on Amy's back.

I don't know what I expected; instead of the thwack from a chair on TV, there was a dull, heavy WUMP. Amy screamed, a high wail of agony. The heavy blow knocked Amy out of my hold, landing face first on the ground.
The chair itself cracked, but wasn't broken. Laura threw it away, smiling. She rolled Amy over onto her back and sat down on her stomach. Amy lay there with her eyes closed, tears coming down her face.
"Wakey wakey," Laura purred, tugging on her nipples. "How'd that feel, cunt?"
"Uhgghhghhhh," Amy groaned.
"You had enough?" Laura asked, yanking Amy's nipples straight up. "Huh?"
"Yes," Amy's voice came, very soft.
"Really?" Laura asked. "You going to admit I'm the better woman?"
"Yes," Amy agreed. "Please. I'm done."
"You are done, bitch. Tell me what I want to hear."
"You're the better woman." Laura, looking like the cat who ate the canary (if the cat who ate the canary had puffy, swollen eyes, a busted nose, a bloody mouth, red tits, and a bruised stomach), let go of Amy's nipples.
"And you want to show me how much better I am, right? Hmm?" She climbed off of Amy's stomach and flipped over over onto her stomach, then had me sit down on Amy's back, camel clutch style, hands fit under her chin, but not pushing back.
"And if you bite me again and my man here is going to break your back. Understand?"
"Yes," Amy sobbed quietly. Laura sat down in front of her and spread her legs wide, presenting her pussy to Amy.
"Go."
Last time, Amy couldn't get her tongue out of her mouth and got her face fucked; this time, she was free to go to work, and she set about it with gusto. After she had buried her face in Laura's crotch and Laura started thrashing about in pleasure, it seemed to me she wasn't going to pull anything, so I let her arms go. She pushed Laura's legs even farther apart, flicking her tongue in and out of Laura's pussy, running it up and down, then working it all the way in. Laura's toes curled as Amy worked her over.
I thought Laura was going to come right then, but instead she pushed Amy away, and got to her hands and knees.
"Lick my ass," she commanded. Amy hestiated for a second, so I pushed her face towards Laura - Amy took it from there, leaning forward and running her mouth around Laura's ass, then stopping and working her tounge into it. Laura was really enjoying this, moaning and rocking as Amy's tounge went in to the hilt - gosh, had she done this before? Her left hand steadied Laura's hips - involuntarily bucking - and her right hand went between the younger girl's legs, sliding two fingers into her pussy. Laura was already close, and under Amy's skilled tounge and hands, she was soon coming, her legs kicking as she groaned into the floor. Amy kept working her as Laura's hips bucked, her fingers pumping away as Laura screamed out in climax.

Finished, Laura slowly sank to the carpet, Amy releasing her. Laura lay on the carpet for a minute, just breathing heavily. She rolled over with a groan.
"Good," she breathed. "Good." She got up to her knees, still breathing heavily. "Okay. We're almost done." She pointed at me. Well - actually she pointed at my dick, which was needless to say hard as rock after that. "You liked that, huh?" She got to her feet and came around behind me. I went to stand up, but she put her hands on my shoulders. "I think you earned a nice reward. Hmm? Amy, what do you think?" Amy just sighed. Laura went over to her and laid her down on her back. "Spread your legs," she purred. "Wider. There we are." She came around back to me. "Have you ever done this before?" she smiled.
"No," I admitted. "Uh - I think I can figure it out - " Laura got behind me, pushing me towards Amy, her tits pressing into my bare back. Laura's hand reached around me, grabbing my dick. She pushed forward on me, guiding my cock into Amy - god, she was wet - well, I hate to cop out again, but how do you describe your first time? It was amazing. Laura stayed behind me as I fucked Amy, my butt hitting her hips with every pump. Well, at this age I wasn't exactly bursting with stamina, but I had come once already - good god, this felt wonderful. I fucked her faster and faster, my hips hitting hers as I pounded her.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," Laura said, suddenly grabbing my hips, stopping them from moving. "Don't want to get this cow preggers, huh? Come on - " she pulled my hips away, my dick popping out, glistening with Amy's juice. Before I could protest, she pulled me over to Amy's head. "Wakey wakey," she purred. Amy was laying there with her eyes closed; Laura slapped her lightly, bringing her around. "Look at this," she said, taking my rock hard package in her hand. "I think you better clean this."
Amy's head came up, and she took me into her mouth again. She massaged my sore balls with one hand as she sucked me off, her tounge swirling around the head. After all we'd done it didn't take me long to come. I erupted into her mouth as she played with my balls. She swallowed my entire load - Laura made sure of that.
I thought we were done then, but not quite. Laura took Amy's hair and dragged her over to the couch, leaving Amy laying there on the floor as she went through Laura's bag. She came up with Laura's cell phone and started snapping pictures with it. When she had a few of Amy laying defeated, she dragged her out to the floor and had me take more pictures as Laura stood with a foot on the beaten woman's chest, then straddling her face.
With all that done, Laura told Amy she'd be keeping her phone and panties - trophies, and to replace the phone Amy broke - and let her clean herself up. When she looked half presentable, Laura took great glee in kicking her out of the house.

Jerking the Curtain with Amelia (F/M)

I had a bad feeling as soon as I was booked into a match with Amelia Horton. Don't get me wrong, I'm not scared of wrestling the bigger girls; it's just that to keep attendance up for these matches the refs never bother calling a foul, and when I found out that we'd both have our moms in our corners, I could already see all the way the match could go wrong. Happens all the time - although technically any double-teaming was limited to half a minute, and the second had to stay outside the ring, the refs always found a way to keep things interesting. This basically meant that if Amelia managed to get me in a position for her mom to work me over, I was done. There's lots of ways to lose in that position, and I think I'd seen most of them up close, from getting jerked off to getting my prostrate stroked.
Of course, if I could get Amelia into my corner, it'd be her in big trouble - but given that she's a larger lady, the chances of that happening weren't too hot. As if all this wasn't bad enough, I kind of hate having my mom as my second. She's a retired wrestler, and to put it as nicely as I can, she never stops yelling - be it advice, criticism, or the eternally helpful "get up," and "don't let her do that" (thanks, mom, I'd really be lost without that).
As for Amelia herself, I could have drawn worse for an opponent. She's a year older than me at 19, and honestly she's not too bad looking - she's carrying a fair bit of extra weight at about 180 pounds, but it's pretty well distributed over her 5'8" frame. She's got a very round face, big brown eyes, and pouty lips, and I think with a more flattering hairstyle she could be very cute. As it is, though, I think her hair was my biggest problem; her chestnut hair is styled into sort of almost a long in the back bowl cut, and it honestly kind of made her head look like a dick. (I think she was going for like a cobra hood kind of thing, but it just looks like a cock to me.)
For this match Amelia was wearing a well-cut swimsuit - navy blue with white trim, showing off her curves; it also looked quite thin (both her belly and big nips were clearly visible through it). I was sporting the usual male wrestler uniform of a thong back and cock sleeve front, this one in neon green.

For the ref we'd drawn Mrs. Reynolds, which meant that not only would there be no fouls called, but both Amelia and I had to stand in the middle of the ring while she checked us for weapons. I don't know what kind of weapons I could possibly have under my balls, but they got a through check, and I was relieved when she stopped at just a look after prying my buttcheeks apart instead of working a finger up there. Then she went at Amelia, and I feel like this made a little more sense, as she definitely could have fit something under her boobs; Mrs. Reynolds did a very thorough check, then moved on to her crotch. Amelia just stood there glaring at me over Mrs. Reynolds' back; if she was trying to freak me out, it was working.
After this we got called to the middle of the ring for our instructions ("Don't kill each other. I want to see a great fight!") and sent us back to our corners.
The bell rang and we both came out of our corners (the bell's chime hadn't even faded before mom was already clapping and yelling for me to "get her!") Amelia offered a collar and elbow. I locked up with her and we started pushing against each other. Before one of us could get the upper hand she surprised me by pulling me into a hip throw. I was so surprised I didn't know what was happening as I flew over her head, and I smacked into the mat and let out a yelp. She went for a quick head scissors, but running on instinct I rolled away from her and got into a crouch. I charged her aiming for a clothesline, but I underestimated her speed and she she ducked under. I went past her into the ropes, hitting chest-first and bouncing off into Amelia, who had come up behind me. She wrapped her arms around my stomach and with a grunt lifted me off my feet in a bearhug. I started throwing elbows behind me trying to hit her, but she kept me from being able to aim by shaking me back and forth. I started involuntarily kicking, drawing a scream from Mom: "You can't kick out of that! Get her hands!". I grabbed at Amelia' hands where they were locked around my waist, and she threw me to the mat on my chest. Before I could get up she started laying big stomps on my back (painful), arms (very painful) and the back of my head (agonizing). The only good news is that we were near the ropes, and I started pulling myself towards them. Amelia reached down and grabbed my suit, and I ended up crawling out of it (at least mom yelling at me drowned out most of the laughter and clapping this drew from the audience). I got to the ropes and pulled myself up, turning to face a charging Amelia. On pure instinct I dropped, pulling the top rope down with me, and Amelia let out a shriek as she went over the rope and slammed into the ringside floor.

This sounds bad, but there's at least a foot and a half of soft blue padding out there, and she didn't so much hit the ground as kind of bounce off. It did give me enough time to roll out of the ring, and Amelia hadn't started getting up yet when I got to her. The ref was still in the ring and she started very slowly counting Amelia out. Mom had hopped down from the ring apron and was hauling my opponent to her feet. She locked a reeling Amelia in a full nelson and told me to hurry up (Amelia's mom was no doubt already coming around the ring to break this up). With only time for a few hits, I slammed three punches into Amelia's generous stomach, then had time for a single hook to the face before Amelia's mom arrived on the scene. My mom threw Amelia at her, then backed off as the ref slid outside the ring and ordered Amelia and me back in. Amelia's mother stuffed her daughter  under the bottom rope, and I thought this was my chance to turn the match around, but the ref backed me up and made me let Amelia get to her feet, then made a big show of making sure she could continue as the crowd gave her some polite applause.
As we circled again I was painfully aware of my nudity as my cock waved in front of me. Amelia darted in going for a overhand grab, and I went low, hitting her in the stomach with my shoulder. She grunted and tried to stay standing for a second. I reached down and pulled out her leg and she went down with a thud on her back. I gave her a quick jab in the gut and, hoping she was stunned, reached down to try and pull her suit down.
I'm not sure this was worth it as I got the straps off her shoulders, but I left myself open and she grabbed my hair with her left hand and gave me a hard slap to the face with her right. I let go of her suit and tried to grab her hand, but she set my ears ringing with a second slap, and then slammed a straight punch into my face. She let go of my hair and I collapsed on top of her. At my mom's urging the ref came over to count a pin, but Amelia grabbed me and rolled over so that I was underneath her. The ref dropped and counted one. Amelia pulled my head off the mat to break the pin, forcing my face inbetween her tits as the crowd cheered. With the straps down, my face was skin to skin with her soft breasts, and I had an idea about trying to get a nip twist on her - but she didn't give me a chance as she slammed her torso to the mat, sandwiching my head between her ribs and the canvas. This was bad enough, but she lifted her chest - still with my face between her tits - back up off the mat and gave me another, then a third. By the time she gave me a fourth and rolled off me I was knocked silly. Mom sounded like she was underwater as I heard her screaming at me to get up. Amelia dropped an elbow into my stomach and I curled up protectively. I was pulled up to the mat, kept bent over, and before I could make a move, she hit me with a short uppercut in the gut, almost the same spot the point of her elbow had hit. I groaned and covered up. Amelia got me in a headlock and started walking us backwards towards her corner.

I didn't need mom shrieking at me to know that if I Amelia got me in there I was in deep shit. Amelia was holding me on her right side, and I braced my left leg behind her right one, stopping her from moving backwards. Amelia countered by throwing a punch into my face, and as she drew her arm back for another one I desperately reached out with my left arm, trying to grab her leg behind the knee and pull it out. Amelia had to spread her legs to stay standing, and I slid my hand up her thigh and locked on a blind pussy claw.
I could tell I'd hit paydirt as Amelia let out a deep moan. Her mom called for the ref - a tactical mistake as we both had to hold our position, and despite Amelia squeezing my head, she was definitely getting the worst of this as I held on for dear life. The ref took a long look and then declined to call a foul, but she did call a break and separate us. Amelia was limping slightly, and I heard a few boos, but these were mostly drowned out by my mom yelling for me to "keep working that fat pussy!"
This seemed like pretty good advice as the ref had us face off and ordered us to wrestle. Figuring that Amelia would be missing a step, I darted in and smacked a jab into her gut. She threw a big slap at my face, and I ducked under this and shot my right hand between her legs, re-applying the pussy claw.
The mistake I'd made was that Amelia had a clear shot at me, and I had barely latched on before she hammered me to the mat with a huge double axe handle to my exposed back. I lost the claw, and as I tried to get to my hands and knees Amelia sat down on my back. She grabbed my hair and slammed my face into the mat a few times and stunning me. She laid down on top of me, her weight pressing me into the mat, and got me in a sleeperhold. I pulled on her large arms - useless; she's strong - and then started trying to get my legs under me. I managed to get my right leg in place and slowly pushed myself up to a kneeling position, my mom clapping and whooping the whole time. I didn't know if I'd be able to get my left leg in place as I had just about run out of air. I thought I caught a break as Amelia released me, but I barely had time to take in a single breath before she'd gotten to her feet and slammed a roundhouse kick into my face. I went down on my back, still gasping for breath. Amelia straddled me, and I couldn't stop her from dropping her butt directly onto my stomach.
Now it was Amelia's mom's turn to cheer. She clapped for her daughter, telling her to finish me off, and I didn't know if I could stop her; heck, I could barely take a breath. Amelia tried to grab my wrists to pin them between her thighs and my torso, and I struggled with all the desperate ferocity I could. Amelia must have thought I was completely finished as she seemed surprised when I pulled my hands out of her reach, and as she leaned forward to make another try at grabbing them, she left herself open just enough for me to get that double nipple twist I'd been looking for. She let out a scream, and I managed to scoot up and push her off me. She covered her tits, cursing loudly as my mom cheered and Amelia's mother begged the ref to call a foul. I couldn't capitalize as I was so beaten up I just had time to get to my feet as Amelia stood up herself. She came after me with a war cry. I came in and threw another punch into her big gut. She grunted but stood standing, countering with a knee to the stomach. Her kneecap smacked right into my solar plexus and I groaned, instinctively covering the spot she'd hit. She reached for my balls, giving them a hard squeeze that brought me to my knees. Now my mom was calling for a foul as Amelia's applauded. Amelia kneed me in the face, and I went down in a heap on my back.
Amelia hit me with a full body splash. Actually, I'm not sure if that's even what she did is called; instead of hitting me at a 90 degree angle, she basically just threw all her weight on top of me. She climbed off me and hit me with a stomp to the stomach. I curled up, unable to defend myself. I felt Amelia hooking her hands under my armpits and start dragging me. I figured she was going to take me to her corner to finish me off, and I thought I must have been literally knocked silly as she pulled me to my own corner. She laid me down spread-eagled on my back, head towards the ring, placing my feet on either side of the ring post. For a second I thought she was going to jump down and give me the old bell-ringer (pulling both ankles so my balls slammed into the post); but of course she couldn't do that with my mom right there. Instead she effectively finished me by planting her crotch on my face. I could feel the heat through the thin material as she leaned down and grabbed my cock.
I got hard in her hand as my mom pleaded for me to fight back. Amelia's big thighs couldn't even drown out my mom's exhortations as Amelia started jerking me off. She took her time, too, her soft hand going up and down my shaft slowly, her other hand playing with my balls. I struggled ineffectively, but I couldn't get her off me, and with her weight on me I couldn't escape. I heard her laughing in victory as she felt my body relax, me accepting my defeat. She reached down and flicked her tongue over the head of my dick and my hips unconscionably bucked, seeking more stimulation than her slow, measured strokes. Mom had given up on me and was yelling at Amelia now. My opponent just kept up her work, slowly breaking my resistance down with her insistent pumping. My desire to cum overcame my humiliation - despite the heat and musk of her pussy pressed into my mouth through her suit, I was happy nobody could see my face as I writhed under her. Then I came, her hand not changing speed as she milked my dick. I shot my load up into the air, drawing a round of applause. To my surprise Amelia jumped off me, and I watched in shock as she stepped into the corner and rubbed her cummy hand right on my mom's face.
Mom of course went ballistic, jumping the ropes and putting Amelia down with a massive clothesline. The ref stepped in between the two women and mom quickly disposed of her with a kick between the legs, then a shove that sent her to the mat. Amelia had stumbled up to her feet and threw a blind slap mom ducked under, grabbing Amelia's arm and twisting it up and behind her back. Mom drew her other hand back for a kidney punch, but Amelia's own mother had come out of her own corner and grabbed mom's arm. Before they could start fighting ix refs had hit the ring from the back, mobbing all three women and trying to separate them. I got up and stood there wanting to die of shame as mom was dragged to the locker room by the refs. Our original ref, Mrs. Reynolds, went to hold up Amelia's arm in victory, but she was so wound up that she shook her off. I slunk off to the locker room, not managing to avoid a hail of boos and catcalls.

The Aunt & The Attic (F/F and F/M)

I remember it like it was yesterday. Over the summer of my second to last year of high school, my parents both went on a buisness trip, and even though I felt I was all grown up at 17 years of age, they packed me off to stay with my aunt for three weeks (my only sibling, an older sister, being on some study abroad program thru her college at the time). I had two aunts, and I guess to shut me up - I was certain I didn't need a babysitter - they gave me to the younger one, Traci, or as she liked to call herself, Trace.

Anyway, let me describe her for you. At the time this took place, she was in her mid to late 30's - I of course never asked her exact age - and was normal height, I guess five two or three; at 5'10" I was always looking down on her. She was slim and trim - there was no sag in her that I could see, and since she had no kids, she still had a great bod. She spent half the time at home in the pool or on her ellpitical.
In fact, about that pool. Since it was summer break and she lived in the middle of nowhere, I did a lot of swimming. She was always out there too, swimming or tanning, which gave me a lot of chances to seemed like she spent half her time at home on her elliptical machine or in the pool. While swimming, I always took the chance to check out her B cups when I was sure I wouldn't be caught. Her hair was cut into a short, kicky style that came just to her jaw, and was streaked with a little pink.

So, after two weeks or so of swimming, sleeping late, watching TV, all the usual summer stuff, we were sitting around eating takeout when Traci came right out with a proposition I thought I must have dreamed up:
Would I team up with her to fight another family?
She apparently had an enemy - a woman her age named Melinda - who she had been enemies with since they were both children. She told me that she hated Melinda, and they had never got along; I guess Trace slept with this woman's boyfriend back in college, and since then it had been all out war. She said they'd fought once before, when they were both in their early 20's, and she had "beat the fuck right out of her," and she'd chased her out of the neighborhood ten or so years ago, but now she was back, and Trace was going to "settle her ass" once and for all.
I was still trying to convince myself this was real when she came to the point: Melinda's niece was going to come along to fight with her this time. Since Traci had no kids, she wanted to know if I would come along with her. She said she'd like to take my sister, but since she was on her study trip, and I looked like a big strong boy, I should be fine. Would I help her out?
Would I help her out!! You'd have to tie me down to stop me. I told her yes. I figured at the very worst, I'd end up wrestling around with some women, and I'd get to see Traci do the same - even if we lost, how bad could it be? Besides, I was fighting a girl; unless Melinda's niece was Gina Carano or somebody, I'd have no trouble handling her. I mean, I'm not in the best shape, but how hard could it be?

The fight was the next day. We drove over to Melinda's house. Taped to the front door was a note telling us to go inside, lock the door behind us, and go up to the attic. We did; the attic was big, maybe 35 by 35 feet, simple wooden A-frame. There were thick wrestling mats on the floor, and nothing else. It was early in the day, but since it was summer and the attic was unheated or cooled, it was already getting hot.
Traci put down the duffel bag she'd packed and pulled out a small speedo she gave me. She told me to put it on - "dress to impress" - and I changed into it while she got her own skimpy two-piece out of the bag. She made me turn my back while she changed into this, although honestly it didn't leave a whole lot to the imagination.
We waited a minute or two in the hot attic before our opponents came up the stairs. Melinda was first. Her long black hair fell to the middle of her back. She was about my aunt's age, but where my aunt was slim and trim, Melinda was a big woman. She was quite a bit taller than Traci, I guess maybe 5'5" or 5'6", and quite a bit larger - big tits, a little bit of a gut, and big, thick legs. She wasn't disgustingly obese or anything, but she could use some time in the gym. She had on her own skimpy two piece, her tits spilling out over the top.
Behind her was her niece. She was about an inch shorter than her aunt, but where Melinda was a little flabby, this girl looked like she was pure power. She had thick, strong arms and legs, huge tits her top was barely able to contain. Her black hair was cut shorter, to about her broad shoulders. I had four or five inches of height on her, but I'd guess she weighed more than I did. She glared at me from across the attic.

I had a queasy feeling in my stomach, but I pushed it down. Traci certianly didn't seem to be feeling anything but confidence. She and Mel went to the center of the attic and started trash talking each other. They were saying some really nasty things. Mel yelled in Tracy's face that she was a no good cunt, and Tracy yelled back that Jim (I guess a man Trace stole?) sure liked her cunt well enough. At this Mel slapped Trace hard across the face, and Trace slapped her right back, grabbing Mel's long hair and pushing her across the attic until the heavier woman's back smacked into one of the rough wood walls. Trace, with her left hand still buried in Mel's hair, started laying punches into Mel's gut, the loud smack of her fist and Mel's grunt after each blow echoing around the attic. Mel backed her off with a sharp knee to the groin; Traci released her opponent's hair and put her hands over her aching crotch. Mel hit her with a left cross, knocking Trace down on her ass. Mel pounced, pushing my aunt on to her back, then fitting her tits over Trace's nose and mouth. Mel was already sweating, and my aunt's face disappeared between her big breasts. Trace's legs kicked as Mel held her head pushed against her chest. I guess Trace must have gotten her mouth open enough to get some of Mel's tit, because Mel abruptly screamed and pushed her away. Trace reached up and took her opponent's top with her, leaving Mel's huge tits to cascade free. I noticed a red mark where my aunt's teeth must have been.

Traci and Mel faced each other, each on their knees, Traci panting with her face a little red, Mel's tits heaving as she breathed hard. The attic was very warm now, and both women were sweating heavily. They came together on their knees, Trace burying her hands in Mel's long hair and pulling on it mercilessly, Mel's hands reaching behind my aunt's back to untie her bikini top. When trace felt her top falling away, she moved her hands down, pushing her thumbs into Mel's eyes as hard as she could. This fight was getting really nasty; I, however, was entranced by finally getting a good look at my aunt's tits. Despite the brutality going on, I was getting stiff. Trace's B cups didn't look that big compared to Mel's double Ds, but I was having a hard time looking away.
Mel put her hands around Trace's wrists, trying to push her hands away, but she couldn't overpower her determined foe. Trace pushed her heavier opponent down on to her back. She sat on Mel's stomach, releasing her eye press, and started throwing punches into Mel's big tits. Some of her punches sent them flying in different directions; some of them smushed the breast into mel's ribcage. Either way, Mel was screaming as Trace punished her boobs.
Mel's hands came up to Trace's tits, her nails digging into my aunt's nipples. Trace howled and returned the tactic, pinching and squeezing her opponent's nipples.
Mel, having larger, more sensitive, and already abused tits, was clearly getting the worse of this. She was only able to escape when Traci, during the struggle, moved off her stomach and up Mel's body a little, giving Mel enough room for another knee to the crotch. It looked realy painful - the point of her knee hit right in between Trace's legs. Trace, groaning, released Mel's nipples and rolled off her opponent.
Both fighters were dazed, Mel holding her tits and crying, Trace rubbing her crotch with a distant look on her face.

"Tag out!" Kelly started screaming from across the attic. "Mel! Tag!" Mel pulled herself together and started towards her corner.
"Traci!" I yelled. "Tag! Tag!" I held out my hand for her.
Mel got to her corner a split second before Traci reached ours; both fighters tagged out, and I stepped in to fight.

I was pitching quite a tent in my speedos as Kelly and I circled each other; they were tiny enough that they could barely hold it in. I tried to ignore this and focus on my opponent. If she had any of the nerves I had, she was hiding them well, and this obviously wasn't her first fight.

Abruptly she charged, head down. Her shoulder hit my stomach, knocking me down onto the mat. As soon as we hit, she scrambled to get on top of me, sitting on my stomach and holding my wrists over my head.
I kicked and bucked, but she was on there good.
"That all you got?" she sneered down at me. "I didn't even break a sweat yet," She collected both wrists with her left hand, leaving her right one free to attack. She started by pinching my nose closed with it, then using her palm to cover my mouth. She couldn't make an airtight seal doing this, but it was close enough to make me panic. She let me kick and struggle like this for a little while before moving her hand away - my relief and being able to breathe again was short lived as she took my right nipple between her finger and thumb and twisted. I don't know how you ladies do it; I thought I was going to pass out from how much that hurt. She then gave the same treatment to the left one.

On the sidelines, Mel was obviously enjoying the show her niece was putting on, yelling out things for her to do to me and taunting Trace that her nephew was a pussy just like his aunt. Trace, for her part, was yelling sensible advice to me that I was totally unable to follow.

Kelly, still seated on my stomach, scooted back a little bit - my dick had deflated during her torture, or it would have been rubbing up against her ass. She was now sitting on my upper thighs, still reaching with her left arm to hold my wrists immoible.
She cocked her right arm back and started pistoning punches into my stomach. I guess she hit me with five or six, enough to leave me stunned or gagging. She probably could have put me out for the count here, but she was just making sure I wouldn't fight back during what she had planned next. When she had knocked the wind out of my reddening stomach, she climbed off me, peeling off my sweaty Speedos and tossing them to her aunt in the corner, who made a show of sniffing them.
Kelly pulled me up to my feet, putting her head between her thighs, then lifting me up for a piledriver - I remember seeing the attic upside down as she held me for a moment before driving my head into the mat.

I was pretty much helpless at this point, and Kelly took a quick victory lap before coming back to my prone body. She rolled me over onto my stomach, reaching back to untie the top of her suit, which she used to tie my hands behind my back. Trace protested at this, but unless she was prepared to charge onto the mat and take on aunt and niece at once, there wasn't anything she could do; there was no ref and no rules.
With my arms bound, Kelly rolled me over onto my back, then sat down on me again, pulling my head in between her huge, sweaty tits.
With my arms tied behind me, there was nothing I could do; I kicked and struggled weakly, but she had her arms locked around my head in a perfect tit smother.
I don't know how long she had me in this, but I was close to passing out when she finally let me go. As I tried to fill my lungs, she switched positions, sitting so she was now facing my lower half.

"What have we got here," she asked, reaching down to cup my balls with her right hand. When I try to close my legs, instinctively, she squeezes them. I try to stifle the scream, but this is pain like I've never felt. "Keep those legs open, bitch," she growls down on me, the pressure abating on my balls. I leave my legs open, not sure which is the worse option. "Now then," she purrs, "looks like your boy likes getting his ass kicked." She wrapped her other hand around my dick, still stiff from her smother - hey, I'm only human - and started stroking it, slowly, teasing me as she brushed her fingers up and down it.
This was feeling really good, and I lay there for a little while, recovering my breath as she worked me over. Gradually, almost imperceptibly, she increased the pace, wrapping her whole hand around it and jerking me off. This felt really good, and I knew after I caught my breath that I'd have to make a move - if she made me cum, it'd be all over, and the way she was now working me over, that wouldn't be long.
So, I braced myself and tried to push her off with one big heave - it wasn't enough to totally dislodge her, but I was able to push her far enough off to slide away from her (the generous layer of sweat covering both of us helped).
I rolled away from her and struggled to my feet, my fully erect dick now waving in front of me. "You're gonna regret not staying down," she promised, putting her hands up to fight. "Come on!"

The smart thing to do, I now realize, would have been to run back to my corner and tag. But her sensuous attack had deprived me of any chance of thinking straight. Instead, I rushed her. She saw this coming and nimbly dodged out of the way, tripping me and I ran past her, sending me sprawling. I landed on my side, and she was on me quickly, one arm around my neck choking me, the other reaching around to grab my erect cock.

She tugged me up to my feet, keeping me bent over, leading me over to her corner. She let go of my penis, backing me into the corner, her standing with me on my knees in a headlock. Our bodies screened Traci from seeing what was going on in the corner, and I could feel why in just a moment.
Mel had opened up the duffel bag in her corner and loaded her fingers up with lube. When Kelly backed us in range, she started lubing up my asshole, her left hand holding my hips steady while her right thumb went to work spreading the lube.
I tried to escape, but as soon as she felt me move, Mel pushed her thumb up against my asshole, and that was all it took to keep me still. I guess Trace could tell Mel was doing something to me, and she finally had enough and came charging out of our corner.
Kelly released the headlock she had me in and ran at Trace, leveling her with a brutal clothesline. Trace went flying, landing face up on the mat, dazed. Kelly pounced, sitting down on her stomach, Trace's arms trapped by her sides, and started throwing punches into my aunt's face. Kelly was a much bigger woman than her victim, and after five or six punches Trace stopped struggling.

During this time, Mel had finished lubing me up, and slid her entire thumb into my ass. I was totally immobilized like this, stuck kneeling in front of her, with her huge, sweaty tits pushed into my back as she worked my asshole. Her other hand reached between my legs, taking my dick and stroking it slowly. This hand was lubed, too, and with that, the natural sweat, and what else she was doing to me, my head was swimming.

Meanwhile, Kelly had gotten off Trace, rolled her on to her stomach, and locked her in a full nelson. She dragged my aunt over to where Mel and I were in the corner.
"Get a good look," Kelly sneered at Trace. "Look how much he loves this." Kelly steered Trace until her face was inches from the end of my cock.

This really isn't how I wanted the match to end. Winning would have been great, and losing I could accept once I saw that Kelly was built like a shithouse and knew her way around the mats. But like this - getting jerked off by her slightly pudgy, cougar-aged aunt, complete with her thumb up my ass, in front of everyone?
Then again, there was really nothing I could do; her thumb held me captive, and she really was quite the jerkoff artist.
Mel's pace increased and she was now pumping my dick furiously. I couldn't hold out anymore. I came - "Yeahhhhhh," Kelly shouted as she saw my load fly. "Pump him! I want to see more!" - probably the biggest load I'd ever shot landed on my aunt's face - if she hadn't screwed her eyes shut, I might've blinded her - some landing in her hair, most of it splattered across her eyes, cheeks, and mouth.

With that, I was totally spent. Mel removed her thumb from my ass and dragged me over to one of the wooden support beams. She produced a pair of handcuffs and looped my hands back behind the post, cuffing them there and leaving me helpless.
With me out of the way, they turned their attention to Trace. Kelly released her full nelson and smeared my jizz all around Trace's face to start, then stood her up and held her arms behind her back as Mel came over to punish her.
Without preamble, Mel started beating the shit out of her. She threw punch after punch into Traci's face, bloodying her nose and mouth. She moved down from there, smacking my aunt's tits again and again, smushing them into her ribcage. Then she went further down, punching Trace's stomach until ugly bruises started forming. She then lifted her knee between Trace's legs again and again, drawing painful groans each time.

When they were done, poor Trace looked like a side of beef; Kelly released her and she slumped down to the mat.
There was no rest for the weary, though; Kelly grabbed her hair and tugged Trace to her hands and knees, spinning her around so that she was facing me - I had the best seat in the house, whether I wanted it or not. Kelly kneeled in front of her, one arm looped around Trace's neck to choke her if she tried to escape, the other on her chest, pulling on one tit and then the other, then pinching and pulling her nipples.
Mel came back to where her duffle bag was, shooting me a wink before unzipping her bag and pulling out a monster strap on. Uh oh.Mel slid it around her generous waaist, then went back to where her niece had my aunt immobilized. Mel went behind her, kneeling down, preparing to enter Trace from the rear. She applied a good bit of lube to the dildo first, then worked it in to Traci's vagina. She let out a cross between a moan and a yelp as Mel drove it in to the hilt. She started slow at first, sliding it out until just the tip was in, then pushing the dildo back in, going a little faster each time.
"Hey, kid," Mel shouted to me. "Did you know your aunt loves being fucked like this?" She laughed, pounding my aunt.  Now the only sound in the boiling attic was the squelching of the dildo sliding in and out of Trace, the soft thwap of Mel's hips hitting Trace's ass as she drove it home with each stroke, and the piteous moans coming from my aunt as she was worked over.
Mel started pumping her fast and faster, Trace's moans and groans increasing in tempo as her body responded. Finally, with Mel fucking her mercilessly, Trace came, her entire body shaking as the orgasm washed over her.
I was hoping this was it, but Kelly didn't let go; she just held Trace as she panted, spent from her exertion. Mel removed the dildo with a pop; It was hard to see what she was doing from my vantage point, but it dawned on me that Mel was now lining it up with Trace's ass.
"You can beg now," Mel hissed.
"Please," Trace groaned, tears streaming down her face, red with exhaustion, covered with sweat, brusing up from the beating she'd taken. "Please, I've had enough. .You're the better woman. I'll say whatever you want."
"Too bad," Mel said sweetly. She pushed the dildo into my aunt's ass. Trace jumped, Kelly having to clamp down to keep ahold of her. Again she started slow and worked her way up to full speed, paying no heed to Trace's pleading for mercy as she pounded her ass raw. I don't know how long this went on, but it felt like forever; by the time Mel had her fill, Trace was reduced to a quivering mess. Kelly finally let her go, and Mel flipped her beaten enemy over onto her back, shoving the dildo down her throat for good measure before unstrapping it.
That done, she sat on Traci's face, grabbing her short hair and pulling my aunt's mouth and nose up to her cunt. Mel started loudly riding her face as Kelly came over to where I lay, my hands still cuffed over my head.

"Well," she smiled down at me, her foot rubbing up against my now hard again dick. "Looks like you enjoyed the show," she purred, kneeling down and rubbing her thumb all around the head.
"Yeah," I groaned. She turned to look over her shoulder at her aunt humping my aunt's face.
"Our turn."
She straddled me, guinding my prick into her, sitting down on it. It felt wonderful. From her position on top of me, her huge, soft tits gently brushed against my face as she started fucking me. She was very moist - everyone had been turned on, I guess, by what Trace had just gone through - and in no time she was fucking me full speed, her hips slamming up and down against mine, her tits whacking my face as she fucked me. I matched my hip movement to hers. Her pussy felt wonderful, and I knew I couldn't last long. I felt that familiar warmth soon, and I was cumming in her, shooting a huge load into her warm snatch.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned, still pumping as I came. When I was emptied out, she climbed off my dick.
"Bad. I didn't say you could do that yet." She moved to stand over my face, lowing her pussy onto it, muffling my protest. She stated face fucking me, my cum mixed in with her juices, as she rode me. I tried to get my tongue out of my mouth to get her off, but she was so rough I could just lay there and wait for her to satisfy herself.
By the time she was done - I could feel her entire body shiver as she came - it looked like Mel had finished her own orgasm. They uncuffed me, and dragged me and Trace to the middle of the mat. They lay me down on my back, and lay Trace on top of me in a 69 position, my nose up her pussy, with my deflating dick in her mouth. They tied us like that with clothesline and left; we lay there like this in the heat for six hours until we could finally wriggle free and slink home in shame.

I saw a lot of my aunt after that, but obviously, things were never the same between us after that day.

Susan vs Allison bonus match: Susan vs Richard

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Susan vs Allison: Part 3

After Allison's defeat at her neighbor Susan's hands, she started training like crazy; She had six raw eggs for breakfast and started running a mile before dawn. Whereas before she'd been a bit scrawny, she put on at least 20 pounds, most of it muscle; she developed a set of six pack abs and thick, strong legs. She started taking kickboxing classes and her arms became taut and muscular. Her personality changed, as instead of enjoying shooting the shit with me and her brother or tooling around on our dirtbikes, she obsessed over her BMI and calorie intake. In short, she was no longer my fun friend Ally, and it became rare to see her outside of the classes we shared, as she'd often just shoot me nasty look as me and Dave worked on our bikes. She even grew her hair out into its natural brown and stopped giving it her trademark streaking.
Not sure what to do, I ended up telling Dave the whole story. He just shrugged and said they'd work it out (easy for him to say since he was going to college a few states over next year). As much as I was dreading it, when Allison called and said I was to be her cornerman in a rematch with Sue, I didn't think I had any choice; by this point she looked like she could pick me up and snap me like a twig.
The day Allison picked was about two weeks before Halloween; her parents were on vacation and Dave had been sent to a WWE house show to get rid of him. I found myself sitting in Allison's garage, with an uncomfortable silence hanging between us. Allison was definitely nervous, wearing just a black sports bra (not that she needed it), black sweatpants, black MMA gloves and white cotton socks. Even with her socks on her feet must have been cold as she paced the concrete floor. She kept tucking and re-tucking her hair, which was now down to her shoulders, cut in a simple wave that no longer hung in front of her eyes.
It was almost a relief as Susan knocked on the door and Allison thumbed the button to raise it into the ceiling. Slowly Susan came into view, standing there with her arms crossed. Susan was wearing a white windbreaker and a navy blue skirt. She didn't bother taking the windbreaker off as she stepped into the garage; it looked like she wasn't planning on staying long. I couldn't see much of her arms or stomach, but her legs looked much less defined than I remembered - either she'd slacked off on her workout routine, or maybe she just didn't look as impressive compared to Allison, because she looked a little soft and a little scared. She knew why she'd been called, and she walked right into the garage and addressed Allison:

"There's no way I'm fighting you again. We're finished."

"You scared?" Allison stepped up so she was in Susan's personal space. "You afraid, you old bitch?"

Susan looked Allison up and down. "Look - I'm sorry I hurt you. I guess I went too far in our last fight. But it's settled now, and I'm not going to fight you. We're done. Just leave me alone." Susan turned to leave, but had only gotten a step or two before Allison responded:
"Maybe I'll find your son." At this, Susan stopped and turned slowly. "You like taking him to Washington Park, right? How old is he now, five? That's old enough for a figh-" Allison was cut off as Susan stormed up to her and slapped her hard across the face. Allison's mouth had curled into a ugly, snarling grin, and she slammed a straight right into Susan's face. Susan cried out in pain, and Allison punched her in the stomach. Susan gasped and went down on her knees. Allison kicked her in the side of the head, collapsing Susan in a heap, then pulled the garage door opener out of her pocket, hitting the close button and tossing it away. Susan had started getting up, but didn't make it past her knees as Allison came up, grabbed her hair, and slammed a knee strike into her jaw. Susan went back down, and Allison reached down and pulled her windbreaker off. Underneath it Susan was wearing a plain white tee, and like her legs, her arms looked much less muscular. Allison drove a punch down into her stomach, and Sue rolled on her side, holding her gut. "Get the fuck up," Allison shouted, roughly pulling Sue to her feet. Allison backed off, putting her hands up like a boxer. "Come the fuck on," she breathed. "Come on." 

They came together and Allison unleashed a flurry of punches that had Susan backing up, covering her head with her hands. Allison went under her guard with a quick left-right to Sue's stomach. Susan covered her stomach, and when her guard dropped Allison hit her with some kind of karate strike to the neck. Susan stepped back, choking and holding her throat, and Allison did a split, hammering a punch into her opponent's stomach like she was Johnny Cage.

Sue fell straight back, hitting her head on the concrete floor, and coughed, trying to get her wind back. Allison got up from her split and flexed, kissing both biceps and shoot me a "how's that" look. Then she turned back to Sue, who was just getting up. "Come on, grandma," Allison grunted, grabbing a handful of Sue's loose hair. "Fight's not over yet. Up you go." Allison pulled Sue to her feet, bent her over, and started slamming knees into her stomach. Sue took four of these before collapsing again, this time on her chest. Allison reached down and pulled off Susan's shirt, which left Sue in her bra and skirt, but at least gave her enough time to roll away from Allison and get back up. They came at each other again and this time when they got close Sue surprised Allison by lunging forward and kneeing her in the crotch (I guess Allison hadn't been practicing how to avoid that particular move in kickboxing class). Allison backed up holding herself and Sue came on, throwing a kick that landed straight on Allison's right knee. Allison screamed and went down, rolling on to her back holding her leg. I was worried this was getting out of control as Susan walked up to her, lifted a leg, and stomped down on her face. Sue still had her shoes on and Allison was stunned, with her nose starting to bleed. Susan lifted her foot for another as Allison barely managed to roll away. Instead of getting up, the teen got to one knee, rubbing her face and cursing. Sue walked up to her and threw a kick - Allison tried to catch her ankle, but Sue's leg sailed through her hands, and her foot slammed into Allison's jaw. Allison's head was thrown back by the impact and she landed on the floor on her back, barely moving. Even Sue stomping on her stomach grew only a groan of pain. Sue straddled her, getting a handful of her long hair, and slapped her a few times to bring her around. 

"I'm done," Sue yelled, slapping Allison again. "I'm finished." Slap. "I don't want to see you again." Backhand. "I don't want to hear your fucking bikes." Slap. "Stay away from me." Slap. "Stay away from my family." Backhand. "Or I'll really fuck you up." Sue drew back for another slap, but Allison managed to push her off. Sue jumped to her feet and charged, but Allison managed to roll out of the way. Sue had a full head of steam and went barreling past her. Allison got up to one knee, but instead of favoring her injured leg, she braced it under herself and launched at Sue in a tackle. She hit the back of Sue's knees, knocking the older woman down on her face. Allison leaped on her back, wrapping her arms around Sue's neck and scissoring her stomach. Sue gagged, reaching behind her and frantically trying to flail at Allison while simultaneously trying to get her legs under her and get to her feet. None of this worked, and her struggling became increasingly frantic. She managed to roll both herself and her opponent over so that Allison was underneath her, but with the sleeper and scissors still locked on, all this did for Sue was leave her humping the air trying to escape.
Allison released her before she passed out, but as Sue slumped onto the floor taking heaving, gasping breaths, it looked like there was no fight left in her. Allison went right for her shoes, swatting aside Susan's feeble attempt to kick her away. With these gone Allison stripped her older opponent down to just her socks. Allison took off her own pants, leaving herself clad in just her sports bra and plain black panties (well, and gloves and socks), before rolling Sue onto her back. Allison straddled her face, her hips hovering over Sue's mouth.
"Eat my pussy," Allison ordered. Sue leaned her head up and bit her. Even though her underwear this looked incredibly painful and Allison let out a blood-curdling scream of pure agony, frantically pushing Susan's head away, but the damage was already done. Allison fell off Sue, curling up and holding her privates, sobbing. Both fighters were down for a minute. Sue recovered first, slowly climbing to her feet. She looked pretty wrecked as she walked over to Allison and rolled the unresisting teen onto her back. Sue sat down on her chest and yanked Allison's hair so the younger fighter was looking into her face.

"Last chance," Sue snarled. "Give up now - " Sue reached behind her back, her hand dipping into Allison's panties and squeezing - " - or you'll never walk again. What's it gonna be?" 

Allison was still crying, her bloody face red and scrunched up into a mask of agony. She managed to sob out a "No", and then a scream as Sue squeezed her pussy. Allison was trying to get at Sue's hand, but the older woman's legs were trapping her arms at awkward angles, and it took a good twenty seconds before she managed to pull Sue's arm out of her underwear. Sue shook her arm free of Allison's grasp and drew it back, then slammed a straight punch into the teen's face. Allison groaned and managed to get her arms out from under Sue, but the older fighter grabbed Allison's hands and pinned them to the ground. She scooted back a little bit, then lowered her chest to Allison's face, pressing the teen's nose and mouth between her sweaty boobs.

Sue had done this during their second fight, and I think she may have made a mistake here; this certainly was a humiliating move, but both fighters were far beyond mere humiliation now, and Allison managed to get enough air to start to recover. Sue also had to use both hands to pin Allison's down, so she couldn't press her tits into Allison's face for a tighter seal, and ended up giving her opponent some breathing room. Sue must have realized this wasn't working after a few minutes as she got up off Allison, who promptly rolled away and sprang to her feet. Sue just shook her head and the two fighters came at each other again.

Sue aimed a big haymaker that missed by a good six inches. I can only guess she was looking to knock Allison out with one punch, and she put so much into it that it threw her off-balance, with Allison coming in, wrapping her arms around Sue's midsection and lifting her straight up off the ground. Allison gave her an atomic drop, with the hard part of her kneecap going right between Sue's legs. Sue fell off Allison's knee and landed on her back, holding her pussy. "How's that feel, bitch?!" Allison screamed. She went around to Sue's right side and stomped on her soft stomach. Sue moved her hands up to cover her gut, and Allison sat down on her stomach, trapping Sue's arms (mostly) beneath her. Allison grabbed Sue's head and slammed it into the concrete floor with a sick thud. Sue struggled frantically under her, but she had a hard time getting her arms free, and another head slam saw her struggles get weaker, with a third reducing her to barely moving. Allison gave her a fourth, then a fifth, and Sue lay still.
Allison climbed off her, panting, and waited for a minute. When Sue didn't stir, Allison prodded her with a foot. Sue coughed and groaned, but nothing else. Allison pulled Sue up into a sitting position, grabbing her hair and going around behind her, and started laying kicks into her back. Sue's body shook with each impact she let out a small grunt each time Allison's foot smacked into her sweaty back. After five or six of these Allison released her hair and Sue fell straight back. Allison dropped her knee into the center of Sue's face with a crack. Sue's body spasmed, but she didn't move. Allison rolled Sue onto her chest, then took off her own bra and used it to tie Susan's hands behind her back. (I guess in addition to taking kickboxing classes she'd looked up how to tie a good knot - it didn't look like Sue was getting free of that any time soon even if she had enough energy to try.) Allison then shucked her panties so both fighters were in nothing but their socks (and Allison still had her gloves on, I guess, too). Ignoring Sue, she walked over to one of the toolboxes on the far wall, flipped it open, and picked out a hammer. Sue had started coming back around, uselessly struggling with her bonds, and when she saw Allison coming toward her with the hammer, her eyes went big with fear. She tried to scramble away, whimpering, but Allison came up to her and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. "On your knees, bitch!" Allison yelled. She shoved and kicked Sue into the position she wanted - Sue was on her knees, bent over forward. I guess she would have been hands and knees if her arms weren't tied behind her back, and instead her forehead rested on the concrete. Allison pulled Susan's hips up so her doughy butt was sticking out, reaching between Sue's legs and rubbing her pussy. Sue groaned into the floor as Allison hefted the hammer. She held it by the head and pressed the handle against Susan's vagina. I couldn't believe my eyes as Allison pushed the thick wood handle into Susan's pussy. Susan let out a low, guttering groan as Allison pushed at least seven inches of the hammer in, then started very slowly fucking her with it. To my amazement Susan started humping it back, and with a little increase in speed Allison eventually made her cum. When she pulled out the hammer Susan collapsed on her chest, totally limp. Allison threw the hammer aside, then crooked a finger at me. Trying to choke down excitement and fear I got up and walked over. Without a word Allison pulled down my pants and underwear, which I stepped out of. She grabbed my cock (just with the index finger and thumb - she still had  the MMA gloves on) and gave it a few strokes. "You're not gonna top that hammer, huh, Rich?" she asked. I nodded. Allison spit in Sue's asshole. "You know what to do." I looked down at Susan laying in a heap. After the first fight, me and Dave had both done Susan at the same time, but I'd fucked her vagina; this was new territory for me. Allison was behind me, and I felt her naked chest and small, hard nipples pressing into my back as she leaned into me.

"Rich," Allison breathed in my ear. "If you don't fuck her ass - " one of her gloved hands wrapped around my balls - "that hammer's going up your shitter next. Got it?" She gave my bare butt a slap. "Let's fucking go."

Well, what could I do? Sue was already laying on her stomach, so I straddled her hips. With a grunt I eased my cock into Susan's asshole. It was really tight; I don't know where Allison learned that spitting was enough lube (we certainly didn't cover it in sex ed). Susan moaned under me as I pushed my cock into her asshole. Allison came out from behind me and sat down on Sue's back so we were face to face as I drew back for another stroke. I took it really slow as Susan bucked and moaned under me. Allison pulled Susan's buttcheeks apart and Sue's ass did start to loosen up as I worked on her. At first it had been so tight it was unpleasant, but it started feeling pretty good, and Allison started cheering me on, chanting for me to "fuck that ass". It took a while, but it was just a matter of time before I came, and at Allison's instruction pumped as much cum as I could into Susan's ass - she only let me pull out when she was sure I was totally spent. After that Allison had me wipe my dick on Susan's hair.
Sue was a mess, laying in a congealing pool of sweat, with a pool of her juices under her pussy, and my cum leaking from her asshole. Allison went and got a old, dirty trenchcoat, and we wrapped Sue in it, then threw her outside the garage and closed the door. I helped Allison clean up, and when I left about twenty minutes later, there was no sign of Sue. I hoped I'd never see her again.