Penny and Leslie - The Beginning by RJ

My wife's office always threw a Summer time bash for it's workers and this year, the weather was perfect. They supplied the food, drinks, games, and an assortment of freebies that was second to none. We had been there for a while when my wife, Penny, decided to chat with some of the gals. I mingled with the other guests and a stunning lady approached and struck up a conversation. She introduced herself as Leslie and we chatted like we had known each other for years, right off the bat. Something about her made me feel like I had known her in years past.

She was an older woman with blonde hair and a killer body. She was my height and had a smile to die for (not to mention a set of lovely tits to drool for!). Leslie was wearing black shorts, a skimpy white halter-top (that barely contained her large chest), white canvas sneakers, and white socks. As we were about to discuss our favorite sports, my wife plowed between us and shoved Leslie away from me. Penny was wearing a green halter top (which was also filled to capacity), green shorts, white low cut Reeboks, and white aerobics socks pulled almost straight up. Leslie stumbled a step backwards and regained her footing to face off with Penny, nose-to-nose, and oversized tit to large tit. Penny was hot with anger and accused Leslie of trying to pick me up. Leslie told her that if she didn't get out of her face, there would be trouble. With that...each woman grabbed onto the other and a shoving match began. They insulted every aspect of their opponent and threatened to beat each other to pulps. I jumped in and separated them before anything serious happened. They glared at each other and Leslie promised my wife that they would finish this encounter sooner or later.

Tempers lowered, I assured my wife that nothing had been going on and she knew it. After all...she was gorgeous with her red hair and goddess like shape. Cheat on her? Not a chance! My wife later told me that she had been feuding with Leslie and had been looking for an excuse to beat her up.

Volleyball time!!! We went to the court and took up positions with a number of other guys and gals. Leslie positioned herself opposite me at the net and my wife gently nudged me to the side and stood in my place. They glared at each other as the game began. As a slow lobbing ball came to the net, Penny and Leslie jumped up to spike it at each other and instead ended up spiking each other with their fists. A crisp double "crack" popped out as they swung out and connected with each others' faces. The ball fell untouched to the ground as they began to fight through the net! Leslie and Penny punched at each other but the net cushioned the blows. Infuriated at the obstruction, they grabbed onto each others' arms, which they had managed to squeeze through the netting, and began to kick each other viciously! Sneakers slammed into shins as they fought and cursed each other like drunken sailors! The other teammates pulled them away from each other and they screamed vengeance on each other with pure rage! I tried to calm my wife down but she was hell bent on destroying her rival. Leslie seemed eager to battle as well. Two guys from the office held her back as she struggled to get to my wife.

With the weather so hot, sweaty arms squiggled loose from their restrainers, and Penny and Leslie lurched into each other again. We made a slight effort to head off the impending collision of these two warring angels, but stopped short, allowing them to fight it out in the dirt of the volleyball court.

Penny and Leslie collided and began to fight with everything they had. Fists and feet flew at their bodies as they fought violently in a back and forth motion. First Penny fought Leslie into a retreating back step, and then Leslie launched an offensive, battling my wife back to the net. At one point, Leslie got Penny against the net and they fought at close range. They both exchanged several shots to the body and I know that Penny landed one rather hard right to Leslie's huge left breast. The two women continued to fight with abandon, totally unaware that they were on a public volleyball court or that people surrounded them they worked with each day. Penny started targeting Leslie's tits and seemed to be doing some real damage to the blonde when suddenly Leslie kneed Penny between her legs and my wife fell like a ton of bricks to her knees grabbing her crotch. Leslie grabbed Penny by her red hair, pulled her up and proceeded to knee my poor wife in the tits. Leslie did this several more times and Penny cried out as Leslie let go of her hair and she collapsed to the dirt. Leslie cursed and mounted my wife, front to front, triggering a rolling catfight that saw hair pulling and punching in furious form.

They rolled across the dirt and became covered with it. Their hair hung sweaty and matted against them, their clothes disheveled and filthy. The fighting women rolled over and over, locked onto each other and careened right into the lake that bordered the picnic area. For a few anxious moments they rolled out of sight, under the water. Bubbles and shockwaves rose from the scene of the subterranean wrestling match that raged below. We held our breath as we moved to stop this awful contest but stopped when Penny first and then Leslie arose from the depths about four feet apart. They moved the hair from their eyes and moved to each other to our amazement. Both women raised up their fists and stood soggy toe to toe. They began to fight with their fists and attacked with no intention of defense. Each punched away continuously with lefts and rights, gasping out and sobbing loudly as they fought. While they took some face shots, both women seemed to target their opponent's large chests, connecting over and over again. Finally, Penny grabbed onto the bellowing Leslie and held her head in one arm while she pummeled her opponent's large tits with her free fist. Leslie tried to pummel my wife's tits and succeeded for a time but fell victim to her own exhaustion. Penny took advantage of Leslie's plight and rained punch after punch to Leslie's large jugs. Leslie screamed out her surrender and a few crowd members moved to pull them apart. My wife held on and kept punching until I dragged her off the stricken woman.

When we got them to shore, the damage they'd inflected on each other was evident. Both women had taken a beating. Their clothes were tattered and Leslie's halter-top no longer was able to contain her magnificent rack.

Penny and Leslie no longer work together but my wife still talks about this fight and about the rematch she's promised the older blonde. She knows that I have a weakness for large breasted women and that Leslie did catch my eye. She claims that when she's finished with Leslie, there will be little I'll find attractive. Time will tell!

The End