The July 4th Fireworks continue between Peggy and Dawn and continue some more!

So after Dawn and I finally got the mud out of our hair and found something to wear, we did what everyone always does at Don and Diane's....we drank! I had a couple of quick martinis, which must have been number 4 and 5 of the day. Well, I didn't avoid Dawn but rather we sat in a big group and we were together for the rest of the evening. Strange, but despite the fact that this woman had just shoved my face in the mud several times, we got along great. No animosity, no hostility, no anger...very strange...perhaps the booze factor?

Well as people we knew and didn't know started to leave, Diane came up to Dawn and I and said that she was going to play hooky on Tuesday and did the two of us want to join her and stay the night? By that time we were both pretty well tanked and I guess the fuzzy mind was having fun and thought continuing it would also be fun! I talked to Randy and he said why not. The kids were with the folks till Tuesday and after all the work I’d been doing lately, I deserved a day off. He and Richard kissed Dawn and I good bye, Don went to bed as he had top get up at 5AM and the three of us sat by the pool and continued drinking and talking.

Dawn told us that she'd been fighting since she started in high school in a tough school in Philly. She was just 31 and hadn't really been involved in much in the way or organized fighting for many years, but still the old juices flowed and she enjoyed competition. Tennis was her game now and she used most of her aggressive energy in that game. She and Richard had been married for a couple of years and they were just on the verge of starting a family.

I told her about some of my fights and how I started this with exercise boxing and that I'd only been "fighting" really for a couple of years. I told her all my secrets and Diane kept the booze flowing.

About 2 AM, and I will continue to say we were both pretty tanked at this point, we started talking about the fight. I contented that the mud played a huge part in it in that I had no experience in mud and that placed me at a disadvantage. She countered that did I think she was a mud wrestler form the strip clubs or something??? Oh boy...looked like I got myself in trouble again.

Remember...we were both tanked...well one thing led to another and at 2:30 we both stripped down to our birthday suits and we wrestled. She has a great body and those huge tits of hers defied gravity (she'll age and get droopy one of these days). I don’t remember too much (tanked remember) in the way of details but we wrestled around the carpeted family room for 10 minutes or so. She was firmly in control as she had the size on me and truth be told, she was stronger too (and perhaps not as drunk!!). Great arms and legs - she's a swimmer and a runner as well as a tennis player. After 10 minutes of somewhat easy action (only a few tit grabs - no crotch or nipple action) she won again! Oh well...there will be more meetings I am sure (sober next time).

We dressed again, hugged to show we had no problem with each other and eventually the three of us drifted off to sleep. The phone woke me at 11 AM and shit did I have a headache! No contact since then but Diane said she talked to Dawn a couple of days later and she told her how happy she was to meet me and thanked her over and over for inviting she and Richard to the party!

So now turn the calendar ahead to just after Labor Day in September. During the past two months Diane has informed me that she is very turned on by fighting and wants to get involved. On the first Friday after Labor Day we going over to Don and Diane's to talk about fighting. With Diane's newly announced interest in fighting other women I expected we'd talk about the how and the why and see what we could work out for her. As it was a workday we went over about 6:30 and since it had been a bit cool, the usual pool activity at their house was curtailed. We were all in the family room and I was working on my first vodka martini when the doorbell rang. Di went off to see to it as the boys and I continued to talk. After a couple of minutes I got up to get Randy another beer and when I went into the kitchen I heard a voice say, "What the fuck is that bitch doing here?" I turned to see Dawn and her husband Richard in the front hall. Not to be out done, I replied, "Diane, what the fuck is that cunt doing here?" Well, as you can imagine, the commotion brought everyone together and the boys kept us apart as we were very close to going at it at that point! Dawn was dressed in a yellow sleeveless top and tight denim Capri's and her large breast and erect nipples were rather obvious through the thin material of her top as we stared at each other. Well, Diane said that she thought we all should get together and talk about another fight and work out details. After cooler heads prevailed we sat down and did work out some details. As she beat me last time I had the option of picking the fight and I decided on boxing in about two weeks. We're all set up for 10 three minute rounds with two minute rests between. Standard rules and 12 oz gloves. Diane is gong to call our friend Pat about using the ring at her husbands club and Diane is going to time keep and see about Pat reefing. Surprisingly we were rather civil to each other. I guess the booze late on July 4th had “mellowed” Dawn and perhaps me too!

We had some dinner and I had 4 martinis and we all did seem to get along! About 9 I got up to go to the bathroom and as I was coming back I heard Dawn say, "Well I don't know why she keeps trying, there is no way a white girl like her is going to beat a black woman like me in a fight Just no way it can happen." I walked up behind her and said "Not talking about me are you?" and she got quickly to her feet and right in my face and said "well as a matter of fact I am and I'll say it to your face...there is no way a white chick like you is beating a black chick like me!" We stood like that for what seemed like minutes...not saying anything but staring toe to toe, her being a bit taller than me and a bit larger in the chest. Finally I said, "Well anytime you want to try again, I'm here" (that was the vodka talking). "Okay bitch...right here right now..bras and panties,,,no rules. You got the balls for that Peggy?" Without missing a beat I relied, "Yea Dawn...I got the balls for that. Diane, mind if we fight?"

Well with Diane's newly announced interest in fighting she couldn't be happier (not sure she didn't want this to happen all along) and the boys started to move the furniture to the side of the room. We started to strip and this is when it because rather obvious of the help I do need in the underwear dept! Dawn stripped off her top and pants and was wearing a very light summer bra...it was white with thin straps and the material of the cups was almost gossamer...while the support was there it allowed her breasts to shine as if she was bra less and her full breasts (38DDs) and hard nipples were very obvious. On the bottom she had a white thong and the white of the bra and thong against her coco brown skin was very sexy. On the other hand I had a white serviceable bra (I've heard them called big girl bras) with wide shoulder straps and a 3 inch back strap and beige satin panties...with a small rip at the seem. JC Penny;s best! Oh fuck, even a drunk I knew I'd lost the underwear portion of the competition!

Dawn and I moved together and before I knew it she backhanded me in the face with her right and followed that with a hard left to my stomach which doubled me over. She then grabbed me in a left handed head lock and proceeded to slam her right fist into my chest a couple of times before she flipped me over her hip onto the floor.

As I got up I hung my head low trying to shake off the pain in my chest and the effects of the alcohol...neither worked very well! We came together again and this time in a test of strength grabbing each other’s hands and pushing and pulling for all we were worth! I managed to knee her in the stomach and she faltered a bit and went down on a knee and I was able to slam my knee into her full chest and knock her to the floor! I stood back still trying to shake the alcohol fuzz from my brain when he charged me from her knees. She caught me about chest high and the two of us barreled trough the air and right through the screen door leading to the deck (don’t worry Don said...just knocked it off the track). We rolled around the deck like a couple of cats in heat throwing punches, slapping body parts each trying to get an advantage. After a minute or so we rolled down the wide steps leading from the deck to the yard and the pool. As we landed we separated and I was on my Left side in just the right position that when Dawn went to get to her knees I lashed out with my right foot, caught her squarely in the chest and she fell into the deep end (10 foot) of the pool! I got to my feet ran to the pool and dove in after her. I managed to grab her legs with my legs and her arms with my arms and lock her up. Now I as in my element! I'd had the advantage of getting full lungs of air before hitting the water while she didn’t. We trashed around some but it was obvious she was without air and rather desperate. We sank to the bottom of the pool and finally I let her go and she swam quickly to the surface and the ladder and hauled her ass out of the pool onto the grass.

I followed suit and as we got out of the pool we faced each other on he grass. If the thin material of her bra had left her almost naked before, there was no almost in the equation with the bra wet. She had her hair in crown rows but my wet red hair was everywhere - a real vision of loveliness!. As we came at each other again I made fists and started boxing her. I contacted with a couple of nice hard rights and lefts to her 38DDs and was rewarded each time with a nice "oof" from Dawn. Spurred on I slammed a hard right directed into the nipple of her right breast flattening the soft tissue beneath my fist and getting even a stronger reaction from Dawn. I got a bit cocky thinking that when we boxed I was going to have my way with her, when a right foot I didn’t see coming caught me just below my waist! She followed this up with a hard right and left to my chest and then a right to my jaw which spun me around and to the ground!

Dawn straddled my back and un clasped my bra (well really she ripped the clasps right out of the material). She flipped be on my back and ripped the bra off tossing the now useless undergarment into the pool. She then slammed her barley thonged ass onto my tits, trapping my arms with her legs! I guess she was feeling pretty cocky herself right about now and looked down at me as she reached behind her back, unclasped her bra and flipped it over to Diane. She looked me right in the eye and said, "no Irish white trash like you is going to have tits like no black bitch like me. Now these are tits", she said as she shuck her surprisingly firm 38DDs at me. Even in my position I did have to agree..she had a real impressive set of knockers! As if reading my mind, she said "You're gonna get even a better view babe", and she slid off my chest onto my belly and she lowed her chest towards my face. Oh shit I thought...she's going for a tit smother! She got lower and lower and eventually buried my face in her cleavage doing a very effective job of cutting off my air supply and with my arms still trapped there was nothing I could do. I played possum lying limp and when she started releasing the pressure a bit I buried my teeth into one of her tits!

She screamed and reared up pulling her tit flesh out of the grasp of my teeth and screamed. "Why you little cunt" she screamed and started slapping my face and chest and then grabbing my nipples in a most savage nipple grab and began to pull. I screamed and trashed as best I could but she was firmly in control and I was in trouble...big trouble. Finally she released the nipples, jumped up and slammed back down burring her knees in my chest...I screamed long and hard and her husband Richard dragged Dawn off me and into the house.

I laid there whimpering as Diane brought me some ice and I never saw Dawn again that night. I need to beat this woman!

So now all through the weekend I keep thinking about this fight and the night at Diane and Don’s. The more I think and the more I discuss it with others, the more I become convinced that Diane set me and Dawn up for her own purposes. She wanted to see a fight and since she couldn’t talk us into it, she just set the stage and wanted to see what happened!

I was pissed and decided to pay my sister in law a little visit! Okay...so I stop by her house after work on Tuesday and after some small talk find out that she's going to be alone for about 2 hours. We start talking fighting and I ask her if she would like to get started. She's hot for the idea so we strip down to bras and panties (her's are of course much smaller than mine) and face each other. I tell her I'm going to be so easy on her and that she will be the aggressor (I am such a liar). Well she makes a few moves at me and I side step them both when I roundly slap her on the face. That took her back! She gave me a look and I got rid of it by slapping her twice more - a nice right left combo! Now her look is of fear and disbelief! I punch her in the belly and when she doubles up I knee her in her very flat chest and she goes to the floor! I grab her by the bra front and pull her up also destroying the bra in the process. Now she's topless and I think more than a little scared! To her credit, she lashes out with a right and does clip me in the stomach pretty good but I proceed to grab her thong by the waist and pull for all I'm worth and ram the material up her ass and into her pussy. I know that hurt because she cried out and I pulled even harder till I ripped the material. Now she's naked and I think very scared!

One more punch to the gut and she on her back and I am atop her! I've got her arms trapped beneath my legs and now we start to have our conversation. Turns out she knew exactly why I had just done this to her. Turns out that her husband had said I was going to be pissed off Friday night so she kind of sensed she might be in trouble., To her credit she took her medicine well and agreed that she had (to quote a good friend I’d talked to this about) fucked me up the ass Friday and she's never to it again.