To see the lake I grew up on today, you would never recognize it from my
childhood descriptions. Today it looks like Bushwood Country Club out of
Caddyshack and the members behave like that as well. Back in the day,
however, it was far different. More like a trailer park inhabited by a bunch
of drunken rednecks. Not that I have anything against drunken rednecks!
After all, if you want to see a mother and daughter strip down to fight each
other, then a polite, high society club is not for you. This place was.

Clearly, Mrs. K was nuts. Competing with her daughter Leigh for the
attention of a 16 year old kid (me), semi-flirting with that kid, and
wrestling her daughter competitively, to the point of fighting her, are not
the signs of normalcy. But this crazy older broad turned me on like nothing
I¹d ever seen. How could I ever think Playboy or any other girly magazine
was hot? I¹d seen a show that re-defined what sexy was to me. After
overpowering her daughter and forcing her to beg for mercy, then flexing her
arms in a victory pose as she stood above her beaten teenage daughter, I had
a new crush. I idolized this woman and her physically aggressive attitude. A
killer body on constant display didn¹t hurt either!

By the end of the summer Leigh and her mom had a couple more tussles.
One was playful and didn¹t really go anywhere. Leigh backed off before it
got serious, totally cowed by her stronger, tougher mother. JoAnn (Mrs. K)
and the neighbor had been good friends for years when suddenly their
friendship cooled. Everyone assumed it was due to some kind of A.R.I.
(Alcohol Related Incident). Accusations flew about secret trysts with
husbands and suddenly good friends became enemies and there was an obvious
chill in the neighborhood. That¹s when Leigh and her mom started training
together in their basement with weights. Being on the wrestling team I knew
some moves and gave Leigh a few pointers, which she passed on to mom. So a
few wrestling sessions between mother and daughter were actually
instructional and I sat in and coached. Very hot.

The last fight that summer between Leigh and her mom was short but to
the point. Catty comments passed back and forth got it started. They grabbed
each other by the arms and Mrs. K charged, pushing Leigh backward into the
kitchen wall. Mom got her arm up and inside, placing her forearm against her
daughter¹s neck, choking her by pushing into her with those magnificent
runner¹s legs. Leigh reached for mom¹s hair but Mrs. K ignored it. With her
back against the wall and starting to suffer the effects of her mother¹s
forearm choke, Leigh tried to wrap a leg around her mom¹s leg for a trip,
but couldn¹t get any leverage. Leigh was up on her tiptoes trying to get
away from the choke but with her back to the wall she had nowhere to go.
Grabbing her mom¹s forearm and pulling it down from her neck with both
hands, Leigh broke the chokehold but mom was quick. Stepping into her
daughter and wrapping her other arm around Leigh¹s neck for a headlock, Mrs.
K executed a fast hip toss and the two landed on the kitchen floor, the
older woman maintaining the headlock but did not apply any real pressure.
Landing hard on the floor took the remaining fight out of Leigh and she
offered no resistance. This one lasted only 15 or 20 seconds, but that was
enough to get me aroused and for mom to prove she was still the alpha
female. And I got a playful smile from Mrs. K. (but no arm flex) as she left
the room and I helped her beaten daughter to her feet. Leigh made me promise
to teach her some more moves, ones that were a little more harsh and that
she could use to get her mother to submit to her for a change.

³I¹m really sick of losing to her,² Leigh said. She had that defiant
look back in her eyes, the look that seems to drive her mother nuts. ³Next
time I want HER to beg for mercy. Maybe I¹ll listen, maybe I won¹t. But
she¹s going to feel some pain.²

³Sure, babe. I¹ll show you a few things that will really hurt, but you
HAVE to be careful. So far the only thing to get hurt has been pride. If I
show you some moves that can do damage I want you to understand what you¹re
doing and know when you have to let up,² I say. ³You know how much I love
wrestling around with you. You¹re such a good student, and you¹re so damn
hot!!²

That brings a smile to Leigh¹s face and just that quickly her tussle
with mom is forgotten. I love this sick, twisted family! Leigh goes from
fighting her mom to ready to fuck her boyfriend in 5 seconds flat. I wonder
what her mom does after wrestling her daughter? Like any 16-year-old boy I
fantasize about her asking me to fuck her, the mother of my girlfriend. Of
course it never happens. Nothing ever gets past the harmless flirting stage.
Her husband is never home, working all the time, and when he does show up
they treat him like a king. He has an aloofness, like he¹s sitting back and
watching the comedy that is his family. A little grin on his face, a beer in
his hand, and a funny comment or two. He likes me, probably because I make
his daughter happy and his wife has no problem with me. I have no idea if he
has a clue that his wife and daughter mix it up, and in front of an
audience. Mrs. K. and I actually become friends beyond the cordial
relationship a mother would have with the boyfriend of her daughter. I
proved myself to her when I agreed not to interfere in their first fight and
allowed her not only to beat up Leigh, but also to show off a bit. And I
said exactly the right thing, complementing her physique on more than one
occasion.

So the summer of my 16th year I found myself acting as my girlfriend¹s
wrestling coach. Leigh¹s one goal was to be able to take her mother in a
wrestling fight and had pretty much put the onus on me to get her ready. I¹d
seen her completely overpower and dominate Stella (Leigh vs. Stella) so I
knew she had the physical ability. No shrinking violet, Leigh had also shown
the willingness to charge straight at her mother and fight her, right there
on the back lawn at her house (Mother-Daughter Tussle). Obviously no pep
talk was needed, just some skills. I¹ve seen Leigh use those magnificent
muscular legs of hers to great effect, crushing the life out of Stella. She
knows how to use a grapevine hold and scissors but I plan to teach her a
figure-4. If she can get this hold around her mother¹s waist from behind,
Leigh will have no trouble in making mom submit. Those monster thighs will
keep her welded to her opponent¹s back and away from any chokehold or bosom
smother this spectacularly built older woman would use. Leigh is a natural
wrestler. She picks up single-leg and double-leg takedowns instantly, using
her speed and agility to strike like lightening. But she takes to the
figure-4 with gusto and shows me how effective it can be with her thigh
strength, forcing me to beg on more than one occasion. As she leans forward
and thrusts her chest outward, the figure-4 tightens. When she grabs her
ankle on the leg knotting the hold, it gets even worse. I have no doubt she
could easily break some one¹s ribs like this and not even realize she was
doing it. It was painful around my waist. Any higher and I¹d be off to the
emergency room. But she¹s so cute while trying this out on me. She¹s
overjoyed with the hold as it plays to her greatest strength and gives her
control. She even teases me while we¹re working on it.
I¹m face down on the mats in her basement workout area and she¹s got the
figure-4 around me. She¹s wearing her green bikini, nothing special, just a
suit designed for swimming. But she looks so killer in it. The top barely
contains her massive chest and the bottoms are high cut at the hip,
accentuating those muscular legs even more. Her abs, lean and mean as ever,
stand out with a thin coat of sweat. The air in their basement is stagnant
and warm. No airflow. Leaning forward and pulling on her leg to really crush
me, she coos in my ear.

³I can almost touch your back with my breasts when I do this.²

And they are tremendous breasts! I can¹t imagine those 36 DDs NOT
touching my back, except for the fact that they¹re so firm. Then she reaches
down and grabs me by the shoulders, under my arms, and pulls herself down
onto my back completely. The figure-4 slips a bit, but not much. I don¹t
have a second to enjoy this though, because I feel like I¹m about to be
ripped in half at the waist. I barely croak out the words,

³Stop. Stop. Pleassssssse.²

She pretends not to hear me for a second.

³What? Are you trying to say something?? Tell me I¹m beautiful and I¹ll
let you go. Maybe.²

³Uuuuuuuugh, enoughhhhh², I rasp. ³Can¹tSS. breathe.²

³So tell me. Then I¹ll let you breathe²

³OK, ok, you¹re gorgeousssssss, aaarrrrgghh,² I hiss through clenched
teeth.

Suddenly the pain is gone. She¹s released me from those deadly thighs
and is sitting astride me; her toned ass perched in the small of my back. As
I look back I see her, hands on her hips, topless, and grinning like the
Cheshire Cat. I don¹t know where the bikini top went or when it came off,
but good riddance! She¹s quick like a cobra and slips her right arm under
mine, puts her hand on the back of my neck, and with a quick half nelson
flips me onto my back. It¹s effortless for this Amazon and she¹s back down
on me before I¹ve even settled onto the mat, straddling me again but this
time face to face. As we begin to kiss, she starts inching up on me until
her bare breasts are in my face. I take her nipple in my mouth and bite
gently, sucking and licking it until she purrs like a cat. Then reality
comes crashing back down around me and I realize her mom is upstairs, in the
kitchen right above us.

³Leigh, what if your mom comes down?²

³Then I guess you get to see me fight her bare bosom. Would you like
that? Maybe she¹d go topless too.²

³Uuumm, that would beSS.interesting,² I manage weakly. Interesting?!?!
I¹ve got a hard-on that must be about to run her through like a medieval
jousting lance. Wrestling her mom in bikinis was unbelievable, but
topless?!! Just that thought is going to keep me up nights.

³Yeah, I¹m sure she¹d go topless if you¹re around,² Leigh continues with
a slight pout. ³She loves nothing better than showing off in front of you
and embarrassing me.²

³Well, she does have something to show off. She¹s put together pretty
damn well, never mind for her age.²

³You like her, don¹t you? I mean, sure, she¹s still in pretty good
shape, for an old lady. But you like it when we fight. Do you like watching
me lose?²

³No, honey, I just like watching you wrestle. No matter how it ends up,
you¹re still the sexiest thing alive. And I would absolutely LOVE to see you
take it to her.²

³She sure does like you. But we¹ll see how she feels when you get to
watch her lose to me. And maybe you won¹t like her so much when I beat her
ass. I was thinking about maybe fist fighting her.²

³Leigh, that would be a mistake. You lose either way. Even if you beat
her up with your fists, that¹s something she won¹t get over. Neighbors
asking her what happened, and her admitting you took her in a fight. You
know how competitive your mom is. She¹ll really freak and you could get
thrown out of the house. A wrestling match is one thing. Only egos get
bruised. But give her a black eye and the whole game changes.²

³ Yeah, you¹re right Ombar. But I am going to hurt her. I¹m going to make
her beg and plead, and when she can¹t take anymore and she cries, I¹ll
double the pain. I owe her, big time.²

Leigh¹s talking about punisher her mom is getting her aroused, her
nipples standing erect even in the hot, humid basement. She squirms against
me, rubbing her hips against my chest and works my bathing suit off with her
foot. I take the opportunity to slip her bikini bottoms off that beautifully
formed ass and down onto her bulging calves. When she¹s worked her panties
down onto her ankles she pulls one leg out and flips them across the room
with the other, and they land on the Universal weight machine. Her eyes
follow them to the machine and she gets a mischievous look in her eyes.

³Wanna work out? Naked?²

I have something else in mind, and she knows it.

³Later,² I say. ³How about THIS?² I ask, pulling her down onto me and
slipping inside her.

She¹s ready for it and moans appreciatively as I enter. We start slow
with her on top, her favorite position, and the energy builds. Soon she¹s
biting her own lip to keep quiet, our hips are slapping together, and she
drops down onto me, chest to chest. Her arms wrap around my neck as we
change positions, me on top, and her bodybuilder legs encircle my waist. She
pulls my head down to her chest and I take a nipple into my mouth again,
eliciting a new moan to add the heavy breathing as she nears orgasm. Without
warning Leigh plants her foot next to us, and push from a well-muscled leg
reverses our position again. As we climax together, she grapevines my legs.
She¹s so strong that we can barely move, locked together like a single
person. She¹s gently rocking against me, eyes slammed shut, up in pushup
position above me. Those huge tits are right above my face, and as I¹m about
to reach for them she drops onto me, completely spent. We¹re both covered in
each other¹s sweat and lie there for what seems like an eternity, her mother
upstairs completely forgotten. I start to kiss and lick her breast again and
she¹s purring contentedly. I make a move to turn us so I can get up but
she¹s not releasing the grapevine. A playful flex of her legs shoots a
twinge of pain through my knees. I grab and paw at the backs of her thighs
and her toned ass in a futile attempt to stop the strain on my legs but it
accomplishes nothing. Except to get me aroused again. Round two is mostly in
the standing position and using every station on the Universal weight
machine. When it¹s time to leave I can¹t imagine going upstairs and through
the house so I use the storm doors on the side of the house that lead
directly out from the basement. The cool evening air is wonderfully
refreshing, and there¹s a spring in my step that belies the weariness in my
muscles from a couple of rounds with Leigh. From the dark street I look back
at the well-lit house and see Mrs. K. in an upstairs window, leaning on the
window frame and staring at me. She has one massive bosom in her right hand
while the left is down below the level of the windowsill so I can¹t see what
it¹s doing. But I can guess. That horny old broad! I guess Mr. K. isn¹t
laying it down like he should be. Or maybe she¹s just turned on by what she
must know has been going on in her basement.

We¹re at the lake club for the end of the season cookout and midnight
swim, a tradition that brings out almost the entire club¹s membership. The
sun has just set and caterers are firing the grills up. A hundred Tiki
torches light the area like a Hawaiian Luau. Drinks flow and lots of the
teenagers have gotten their hands on wine and beer. Nothing too crazy, and
the adults seem like the alcohol has gotten them all in too good a mood to
really care. Leigh heads off to the ladies¹ room leaving me alone for a few
minutes. That¹s when JoAnn and Mrs. Ward saunter over. Just a couple of
weeks ago these two were enemies and on the verge of duking it out. Now
they¹re friends again. Mrs. Ward is tall, thin, and busty. Everyone knows
it¹s a boob job, but it¹s a good one. And huge. Her dress is low cut in
front to show off her new cleavage.

³So, you and Leigh have been getting kinda serious, huh?² she asks me.

She¹s starting to slur her words just a bit and she¹s a tad wobbly on
her stiletto heels. JoAnn is standing beside her and just as tipsy.

³Yeah, he¹s become quite a fixture at our house lately,² Mrs. K. answers
for me. Then she smiles and takes another sip of her drink.

³Ombar has been coaching Leigh and I with the weights,² she continues.

Weights?! Sure, I helped them with a weight lifting program, but we both
know it¹s wrestling moves I¹ve been most helpful with. I¹m wondering just
how much Leigh¹s¹ mom has divulged to her new-again best friend, especially
with the liquor flowing and no husbands anywhere in sight to keep them in
line. The reason JoAnn was interested in learning some wrestling and
fighting holds is that she was worried she would be fighting her friend
standing next to her. Mrs. Ward is about six inches taller than her and a
regular tennis player at the club. Judging by the insults and accusations
that had been flying back and forth just a couple of weeks ago, that fight
almost happened on several occasions. The way I heard it, the husbands got
between them to keep peace and had played with the idea of letting them
fight in a controlled situation, maybe making a wager or two on the outcome.
Her husband entering her into a backyard fight against the neighbor would
certainly explain Joann¹s sudden interest in learning some moves, and also
her new dedication to weight training. She was worried that Mrs. Ward would
kick her ass!

Then Sue Ward zings JoAnn verbally.

²Hey Jo, Leigh is looking good. That weight training is really showing
on her.²

She knows damn well they¹ve both been hitting the weights together. I
believe JoAnn has been working out harder than Leigh and I can see more
results in mom than in daughter. She¹s been more dedicated.

Mrs. K. is insulted, but tries to laugh it off and make a joke about it.

³Oh, come on! I¹m working out too! You mean you don¹t see any changes in
me?² She delivers this line with mock indignation, but there is a hint of
true surprise in her voice. That comment is just a little mean spirited,
especially considering how much it means coming from her confidante.

³Nah,² Sue replies to her friend, looking at her with a cold, appraising
stare. ³Not really. I just don¹t see it.²

JoAnn is socked by her friend¹s verbal attack. That¹s definitely what it
is. Knowing the mother¹s insecurity and jealousy concerning her daughter,
this is tantamount to a slap in the face. Sue is being catty almost to the
point of meanness, and JoAnn is not about to take it. Worse, I¹m there to
see it. I feel kind of like Joann¹s pet sometimes with the way she involves
me in her personal conversations and asks for my opinions, but I do like any
attention she pays to me.

³Oh, I think it¹s noticeable,² Joann counters. ³Ombar, what do you
think?² JoAnn turns toward me and flexes her left biceps muscle. She¹d
probably flex both arms if she weren¹t holding a gin & tonic in her right
hand. She has a flirty smile as she stares into my eyes, obviously looking
for my support here. She¹s always gotten it in the past and she can be sure
she¹ll get it here. I¹m her ally.

³Mrs. K., you¹re looking awesome. As usual. But the weight training
shows up big time. You¹re developing serious guns,² I say with a nod at her
arm. ²Not that you needed it.²

Sue Ward rolls her eyes at my comments. ³Way to suck up, kid!²

³Hey, call it what you want. But it¹s the truth. And her training makes
a bigger impact than tennis ever would.² Did I say that? It just came out.
JoAnn is all smiles now. Talk about jumping into the fray!

³Oh, please!² Sue counters. ³I¹m two years older than her and I¹m still
in much better shape. And I don¹t even spar with a teenager!²

Ouch! Obviously the secret is out, at least to Sue. I shouldn¹t be
surprised if JoAnn bragged to her buddy about winning a wrestling match, but
I would have thought competing against her daughter would have been kept
secret. The fact that Mrs. Ward said this out loud causes Joann¹s eyes to
bug out. She looks around almost with panic to see who might have heard that
comment, but no one is paying any attention. Luckily the atmosphere is thick
with so many conversations fueled by liquor that nobody pays attention.

³Gee, Jo. Looks like you don¹t want to tell everyone that you and your
daughter fight like wildcats. Whatsa matter? Want ME to tell everyone?²

Joann turns to face her friend Sue and moves up close to speak directly
into her face. ²Maybe we should discuss this quietly somewhere. Someplace
private?²

³Oh, I¹d REALLY like that. But not tonight. I¹m half drunk and this
place is too crowded. My living room, tomorrow?²

³I wouldn¹t miss it.²

JoAnn turns to leave and Sue Ward puts a hand on my arm to keep me there
for a second. She has a big smile on her face but I notice some worry as
well. The smile is there for her pal JoAnn, now apparently her opponent in a
fight tomorrow. Maybe. Mrs. Ward wants to speak with me away from anyone
else.

³You know I was only teasing about that Osuck up¹ comment, right? I was
just trying to get a rise out of JoAnn. Looks like I got it. But we¹ll talk
tomorrow and everything will be back to normal.²

³It didn¹t sound like you asked her over to talk,² I say.

³What? What did it sound like?²

³Sounded like a challenge to me. Sounded like Mrs. K. thought so too.²

³Maybe I did go too far,² Mrs. Ward says with a concerned look. Then she
leans in closer to me and almost whispers, ³Do you really think she would
fight me?²

I¹m getting a spectacular view of her new cleavage and it¹s the
highlight of my night so far. She doesn¹t seem to care that I¹m not even
making eye contact with her, just ogling her new breasts.

³Oh, I think she would. Will.²

³Tell me, Ombar. Did you actually watch her and Leigh fight? They went
at it right in front of you? That must have been some show!²

³I saw them,² I reply, somewhat embarrassed. I had no idea anyone but
the three of us knew about their little tussles. I feel like somebody caught
walking out of a porn theater at mid-day.

Sue presses for more details. ³Tell me what it was like? Did JoAnn
really hurt her own daughter? What kind of fight was it?²

³Mostly they just wrestled, but hard. It was definitely a fight but
neither one used her fists. I¹ll tell you though, JoAnn is tough. She can
wrestle and she doesn¹t hold back. You can see what kind of shape Leigh is
in, and she¹s younger too. But it didn¹t help her one bit. Her mom beat her
convincingly and made her beg for mercy.²

That gets Sue thinking. She stares into the distance for a minute.
³Hmmm. I always figured in a fight I could take Jo. I¹m taller, I play
sports, work out at a gym, and I¹m pretty strong. These legs aren¹t just for
show!²

³You look athletic enough,² I say. ³But when was the last time you had a
real fight? Not a play-fight either. Girl on girl, fight to the finish.²

³It¹s been a while,² Sue concedes. ³I was queen of the pool this summer,
but that was just fooling around. I dunked JoAnn until she cried uncle. We
had chicken fights and I was top girl at that too. Does that count?²

Now it¹s my turn to smile. I really want this fight to happen. I¹d love
to be there, but it¹s erotic just knowing that these two are on a collision
course. Mrs. K. likes it when I watch her and Leigh, but this is different.
I figure these two will meet by themselves, or maybe with husbands watching.
Either way I don¹t think there¹s a chance in hell for me to watch.

³No, not really,² I say to answer Mrs. Ward about silly pool games. ³I¹m
talking about a knockdown, drag out girl fight.²

³Hmmm. Well, it won¹t matter. We¹ll patch this up and be friends again.
No need for anybody to get hurt. Look, you seem to have Joann¹s ear. Could
you maybe talk to her? Help smooth this over?²

Before I can answer Leigh finds me and grabs me by the hand. She pulls
me away toward our friends on the dance floor, leaving me to look back over
my shoulder at Sue Ward. I shrug my shoulders in silent apology and suddenly
I¹m surrounded by our friends. As the music starts I notice Mrs. Ward
heading for the door to the parking lot, a worried look on her face. My
night might be just beginning, but hers is definitely over.

It¹s the next morning and I¹m out riding my bike. I¹m working hard on
the hills around my neighborhood, sweating away last night¹s indulgences and
enjoying the relative cool of the 7:00 AM air. I¹m thinking about turning
back as the hill I live on is going to be a bitch and my legs ache already.
That¹s when my pager goes off. Remember, it¹s the early 1970¹s and no one
has cell phones yet. Actually, my pager is pretty hot shit for the time.
Users can send a brief text message and a callback number. Usually it¹s
Leigh with something dirty and a time for getting together at the lake. But
this time it¹s not her. It says: need you/wards/now/J. Holy shit? Is this
for real?! Today I set a new personal record for the trip home, taking the
big hill like it¹s a speed bump. Rather than stop home I continue the few
extra blocks to Leigh¹s street. The Ward house is right across the street
from Leigh¹s. I pull around back on my bike and take the deck stairs 3 at a
time. The sliding door is ajar and I can hear talking so I knock and enter.

JoAnn is confronting Sue in the middle of her living room. They¹re both
talking heatedly and gesturing with their arms, standing face to face and
maybe 6 inches apart. As I walk in they both stop and look at me. JoAnn
smiles and Sue looks surprised to see me.

³I called him,² Mrs. K. says. And I did it for YOUR protection,² she
continues, looking at her neighbor.

³Oh, great! What, will he hold me while you hit me?²

³Nope. He won¹t interfere at all, unless someone looks to be in real
danger. When Leigh and I had a little confrontation on our side lawn he
promised to observe only, and he did just that. Even though I had his little
princess beat, he stayed put. I trust him to keep his word.²

³Look, I don¹t want to fight. This is all a misunderstanding! I was half
drunk for Christ sakes! You didn¹t take any of that seriously, did you?²

³Fuck that, and fuck you! This has been coming for a while anyway. You
shot your mouth off and no way are you weaseling out of it.² JoAnn is not
calming down one bit. She came ready to wrestle, too. She¹s wearing jogging
shorts, a loose t-shirt, and she¹s barefoot.

Sue is still looking for a way out but it¹s obvious she¹s not going to
find it.

³So what do you want to do, fight right here in the living room?²

³Fine with me,² JoAnn answers. ³What are you wearing under that beach
cover-up you have on?² It¹s just a long t-shirt down to her knees. She¹s
barefoot as well.

³My bathing suit. I¹m going sailing,² Sue replies defiantly.

³Perfect,² says JoAnn. Off comes her t-shirt, revealing her bikini top.
It¹s simple, red and white, cut more like a bra than a bathing suit top.
It¹s the one she wears for yard work and the one she wore when she fought
her daughter that first time in front of me. ³Leave yours on or take it off,
I don¹t care,² JoAnn says to Sue. Then she starts to pull down her jogging
shorts revealing the matching bikini bottoms. Nothing fancy, full ass
coverage, and cut like standard girl¹s panties. Maybe they¹re her lucky
fighting outfit.

As JoAnn bends down to pick up the shorts she just stepped out of, Sue
pulls her cover-up off, tosses it aside, and charges at JoAnn. Jo is
surprised at the sudden rush and is caught off guard, getting tackled by the
taller woman and topples backwards onto the carpet. Sue lands on top of her
with a crash and someone curses.

³Fucking bitch!²

Sue Ward has one hell of a body, even if half of it is store bought. Her
bathing suit is a one-piece of brown shiny material, with a plunging v
neckline that¹s almost down to her stomach. I thought her dress last night
showed off her new cleavage but this is way more revealing! She¹s long and
lean, not much muscle but trim and toned. JoAnn in comparison is 6 inches
shorter, almost as busty with her natural 40 DDs, but muscular throughout
her more compact frame. Sue¹s legs are longer but Jo¹s are more thickly
muscled from countless miles jogged through the neighborhood, and recently
from weight training. And where Sue¹s ass is tight but flat, Joann¹s is
thick and shapely from exercise. Sue does show some sinewy muscle in her
long arms, and it¹s those arms that are taking the fight to her neighbor
right now. Sue is on top, straddling Jo, and applying a two-handed choke.
She¹s really leaning into it and Joann¹s face is beet-red in an instant. She
reaches for Sue¹s face but her opponent¹s long arms keeps her out of reach.
Gasping and clawing at her attacker¹s hands around her throat, JoAnn starts
to thrash with her legs, pawing at the carpet but finding little traction.
Shaking her head back and forth, desperate for air, she dislodges Sue¹s
chokehold and the taller woman drops onto her, chest to face.

³You don¹t seem so tough now, bitch!²

Silence from JoAnn. She¹s gasping for breath and trying to turn over to
get to her hand and knees. Sue allows her to get onto her stomach but stays
in a straddle on top of Jo, sitting in the small of the shorter woman¹s
back. As Jo pushes up with her arms and raises her upper body off the
carpet, Sue leans forward and wraps an arm around Jo¹s neck. Pulling JoAnn
up all the way into a kneeling position, Sue wraps the other arm around her
opponent¹s head, covering Joann¹s face and bloodying her nose with a
forearm. She yanks her victim completely back over onto herself, landing on
the carpet on her own back with JoAnn pulled tightly against her chest,
still facing up and away from her. Sue¹s legs immediately wrap around Jo¹s
waist in a body scissors, but she¹s using the scissors hold to control her
opponent, not squeeze her. All the punishment is coming from the choke and
cross face, and they¹re doing quite a job. Both women are breathing heavy
but nobody is talking now. JoAnn is pulling at the arms wrapped around her
neck and face, trying desperately to get some air. Sue is jerking back and
forth, trying to keep the choke sunk in. When I see Joann¹s eyes I see
panic. She insisted on facing her neighbor in a girl fight but I don¹t think
she expected Sue to be able to do this to her. She¹s losing, and losing
badly.

Sue pulls the arm that was across Jo¹s face away and uses it to knot her
chokehold. With the choking arm she puts her hand on the free arm¹s biceps
and brings that free hand behind Jo¹s head. Pushing forward with this arm
and pulling with the choking arm tightens the hold like a vice. Joann starts
gagging and wheezing, and pulling at her attacker¹s arms is not getting her
any breathing room. She¹s being choked out and starts thrashing again, more
wildly this time, flailing her arms and kicking helplessly with her legs.

³Rrrghrrr!!² ³Uuurgh!!² Sue is grunting, almost screaming with the
effort of choking Jo. She¹s still jerking from side to side, determined to
crush the life out of her foe. Joann¹s nose has stopped bleeding and the
sweat they¹re both covered in has almost cleaned it off her face. She¹s got
her blood smeared down her chest into her cleavage and its on Mrs. Ward¹s
arms and shoulders. Jo¹s bikini is stained dark with sweat and Sue¹s suit is
soaking through as well. This sweat they¹re covered in gives Joann just
enough slippage to turn her head to one side and gain a breath or two. She
looks weak and the continued jerking back and forth has her arms flailing
like a rag doll, no control at all. It looks as if she¹s beaten and on the
verge of passing out. But just when it appears the fight is over, Jo gets a
handful of Sue¹s hair. With whatever strength she has left she yanks
upwards, causing Sue to scream. Just enough of a distraction for Joann to
get her arm under Sue¹s choking arm and force it further away from her
tender neck. Sue feels the chokehold being broken and panics. She releases
it completely and tries to wrap both arms around Jo¹s head and hold her
securely against her own chest where she hopes her opponent can¹t fight
back. It¹s been all one-way so far, with Joann taking all the beating. The
prospect of Jo fighting back is scary and Sue is not ready for what comes
next.

Planting her right foot firmly on the carpet near her own butt, Joann
gives a hard, fast shove and spins to face Sue. The taller woman completely
releases the scissors hold that was so ineffective, planting her legs wide
to try and turn the two wrestlers over once again, hopefully gaining back
the top position. Now Joann is facing Sue and lying on top of her bosom to
bosom, staring into her face. Sue is clearly panicked to be on the bottom.
She has no skills and no idea how to fight back from this position. Her legs
may be long and toned but she doesn¹t have the muscle to dislodge this
muscular wrestler from on top of her. Joann¹s terrific calves and thighs
have the power to propel her up on her rival, getting her into a straddle
position on Sue. Now it¹s her opponent¹s turn to thrash and kick. With her
chest now in Sue¹s face, Joann lies on her opponent a few seconds catching
her breathe and plotting. Sue continues to arch upwards but she only has the
leg strength to raise the two of them up a couple of inches each time,
ineffective. Jo employs the same chokehold Sue used on her when they
initially fell to the floor, a two-handed choke, leaning into it and
squeezing with her hands at the same time. Sue¹s eyes roll back immediately
and she gasps for air open-mouthed, like a goldfish out of water, and her
attacker lifts her head slightly and bangs it back down onto the carpet
repeatedly. Jo¹s arms have squashed her own breasts together as she leans
into the choke and they finally break out of her bikini top. This bikini top
closed with a plastic clasp between the cups and the poor overworked thing
just gave way. Covered in sweat, nipples hard as rock, her bare tits are as
firm as her daughter¹s. They stand up for themselves, little or no sag, and
they¹re magnificent. Joann releases the chokehold, sitting up astride her
foe for a second, and discards the useless bra. I want to pick it up and
suck on it like candy but I haven¹t been able to move yet. I¹ve been
standing in the doorway the whole time and I finally find the ability to
move to the couch and sit down. Mrs. K. notices me and smiles, but quickly
turns her attention back to her opponent. She drops chest first onto Mrs.
Ward¹s face, smothering her with massive, sweaty, bare bosoms. Both arms
wrap around Sue¹s head, pressing her face deeply into those sweaty tits, and
Jo squeezes for all she¹s worth. Her lat muscles jump out, accentuated by
her sweat, and Sue starts slapping weakly at her broad, bare back. Even
Joann¹s biceps are bulging with the exertion of squeezing her opponent, and
she looks like she¹s admiring them herself. Just a hint of a smile, more a
look of satisfaction that things are going her way now, because she¹s back
in control.

Sue is trying to scream but only muffled cries escape the busty trap in
which she finds herself. The more Sue tries to scream, the broader Joann¹s
smile becomes. Sue¹s thrashing has waned and although she keeps pawing at he
carpet with her bare feet, she¹s accomplishing nothing. She gets no traction
and no longer has the strength in those long legs to arch her back at all.

Joann then sits up on Sue; her muscular butt perched on the beaten
woman¹s stomach, and puts her hands on her hips. Staring down at her beaten
rival, she says,

³Got nothing to say now, huh bitch?!²

Then Jo grabs a handful of Sue¹s hair and hauls her up into a sitting
position, still astride her lap. With a fast right hand, Jo lands a solid
punch to Sue¹s left eye. The smack sounds like the crack of a baseball bat
on a home run ball, and Sue¹s eye swells up before her head even hits the
ground.

³I don¹t hear you anymore, bitch,² Joann taunts!

Then Joann delivers a left hand punch to Sue¹s mouth. Sue is crying and
begging her former friend to stop. I can¹t even make out most of the words,
except, ³Please stop, no more.² The rest is lost in the sobs and slurred
words caused by a bloody mouth and swelled lips.

Inching higher and higher on her beaten opponent, the bare breasted
victor puts her knees on the loser¹s shoulders, finishing her off with a
schoolgirl pin. Just a little more punishment before ending the beating. A
vicious open handed slap, first with the left, then the right.

³Oh God, no more!! Pleeeasse!!² More sobbing.

The crying just seems to enrage Joann. I¹m considering dragging her off
Mrs. Ward, but I really want this to continue. My idol and schoolboy crush
is kicking ass, topless, and I have a front row seat. I tell myself I won¹t
let it go on much longer, and I certainly won¹t let it get to a
life-threatening situation. But it¹s already gotten out of hand. These women
didn¹t just wrestle for dominance, they set out to hurt each other. Well,
they¹re getting their wish!

Joann then decides to try yet another hold. I thought she was done
beating up her neighbor, but the sobbing gets her all revved up again. With
another handful of Sue¹s hair, Jo pulls her up again into a sitting
position. Almost casually she wraps her well-muscled thighs around Sue¹s
waist, hooks her left foot behind her right ankle, and with a sudden grunt
she slams her legs out straight. The crushing body scissors gets Mrs. Ward
screaming yet again, and with each wail Jo eases up and rams her legs out
again. Her inner thighs slap at Sue¹s waist and ribs, causing Sue to writhe
in agony, paw at the ground in desperation, and moan in misery. The two
fighters, locked together by this torturous hold, topple over to the side. A
few more cycles of relaxing her magnificent quads and squeezing with them
again and Sue is completely spent. She¹s crying quietly, lying on her side
with her tormentor¹s legs still around her waist, not even trying to move.
Jo eases up finally and unhooks her legs from behind Sue. With a shove of
her foot against her beaten rival¹s chest, she shoves Sue onto her back and
away from her. Looking down at pitiful Mrs. Ward, Joann sneers in disgust.
And like a tiger she pounces back onto her! I thought it was over. It should
be over. What¹s left to prove? That she can kill her opponent?

No, Joann is going to add a little more humiliation. I move to stand up
to stop her but the look she shoots me chills me and causes me to sit back
down. Naturally, I do as she expects.

Effortlessly Joann flops Sue onto her back, arms out to the sides, legs
flat. Then Jo drops her butt down onto Sue¹s stomach causing all the beaten
woman¹s air to rush out of her lungs in one explosive breath. As Joann
scoots forward on Mrs. Ward¹s still body I¹m gratified to see that at least
that the beaten fighter is still breathing. Jo continues to inch up toward
her victim¹s head until she¹s kneeling on Sue¹s shoulders, her ass on the
beaten woman¹s upper chest. Grinning like a feral animal now, Jo grabs Sue¹s
hair with both hands and jerks her head up into her crotch. Sue¹s eye¹s
bulge as Mrs. K.¹s sweaty womanhood is grinding against her nose and mouth.

Muffled cries of ³No, no please, no!² barely escape from between Jo¹s
thighs.

With newfound strength Sue Ward fights against this humiliation, legs
thrashing wildly again, arms still held down by Joann¹s legs, schoolgirl pin
style. Joann isn¹t doing this for any sexual gratification. It¹s an act of
meanness, degradation, and dominance. In fact, she¹s only doing it because
it¹s so hateful to her foe. With her surge of adrenaline, Sue is now able to
arch her back off the ground a full foot, but her attacker is riding too
high on her torso for the arch to have any effect. Bracing one hand on the
ground above Sue¹s head, Jo uses the other to continue to yank Sue¹s face
into her crotch, laughing as she does so. Then sliding forward a few more
inches, Joann comes to rest with her ass on Sue¹s head. Maintaining the pin
of Sue¹s arms, Joann bounces her ass up and down slightly on her neighbor¹s
head and face, finishing the lesson in humiliation and cruelty.

On her feet facing me, bare breasted and covered in sweat, Mrs. K.
flexes both arms and stares into my eyes.

³How¹d I do?²

³Holy shit! You were magnificent! I¹ve never seen anything like that!!
Ever!!!²

³I¹m glad you enjoyed it. I guess you know by now, I like to perform.²

³Whatever you need, I¹m here for you,² I say. And I mean it. At that
second, I would have done whatever this woman asked of me. If she told me to
jump off a bridge, I¹d have been over the side before she got the last word
out of her mouth.

³One thing,² Joann says. ³We don¹t speak about this. To anyone. That
includes Leigh. What happened here stays here. O.K.?²

³Of course. I¹ll never say a word. Promise.²

³Good. Now go take my daughter to the lake. She¹s probably been looking
for you. Tell her I needed help with the groceries or something. I¹ll back
it up.²

I left out the same door I came in, got my bike, and went over to
Leigh¹s across the street. She had already gone to the lake and left me a
couple of pages on my beeper. I went home, cleaned up, and headed to the
lake on my bike. My mind was elsewhere for the rest of the day, but it was a
beautiful late summer day and a bunch of us hung out on the beach. The sun
baked my cares away and by nightfall I was wondering if it really happened
at all. I saved the page for a while to remind me it did actually happen.
Mrs. Ward told everyone she got hit from behind in her car, a hit and run.
The friendship between the two fighters actually was rekindled, but it could
never be like before. That fall I went off to private school while Leigh
attended the public school in town. We kept dating for a while but change
was coming. I would eventually meet Ayn at this private school, but not for
a couple of more years. For now everything just continued, and life was
good.

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