Sister-In-Law
A day after Nadia's terrible beating at the hands of her most hated rival, Amanda, I received a call from my brother in law about a problem he'd been having at the office between a couple of his female employees. He indicated that the situation was becoming a major distraction and was proving to be disruptive. Knowing that I had a history of working with lots of young females during my career (not the femme fighting biz) he asked if I could stop by and try and work out the situation for him, get the girls to reach a workable solution. I really didn't mind because the idea intrigued me but also because he had provided free legal services for me in the past. He was one of the members from my wife's side of the family that I actually got along with well, although I think I enjoyed most of her family except for a sister or two. I was due to leave the country tomorrow and was wanting to spend some time with Nadia before my departure, but he was wanting me to take care of the the situation immediately and i couldn't say no. I told him I'd stop by later and for him to ask if they could hang around after hours. He was good with that and I told him I'd stop by and meet with them about 7pm. He indicated that it shouldn't pose a problem because he had plenty of work for them to catch up on while they waited. He didn't tell me who they were nor did I ask, but they would be the only two women at the firm when I'd arrive. He instructed them that he had a 6:30 meeting to attend and that he had a client coming by, and the client would require both of their services. We left it at that and I went about tending to my daily business until the 7 o'clock hour. Time passed pretty fast because my schedule was full, and it was about 6:55 when I pulled into the parking lot at Dave's law offices. I parked the car and entered through the front door, quite surprised by the woman that greeted me. Jo Ann looked at me like I was an alien as I walked through the door as she asked, “What are you doing here?” I had the same question for her and was shocked when she told me that she worked here for her brother. Jo was the sister-in-law that I favored most, and I have to admit that I looked at her at times with a bit of wunderlust, but I always remained at a safe distance. I didn't know that she was working at her brother's law office, I thought was working at some kind of day care center. Jo was the best looking female of the family with a good personality and always friendly. She also was well packaged and I had always harbored some sort of fantasy about sleeping with her as she had grown into a woman over the years. She was seven when I first met my wife, the typical kid that wouldn't leave her sister and me alone in the room, always wanting to be part of whatever was going on. Now, she was a thirty-one year old brunette beauty who stood 5”7 inches tall and weighed about 131 pounds. I couldn't be sure, but if I had to guess, I'd say that she had a nicely shaped 34C-25-35 body. Her hair was straight with a part on the left side, and it hung down to the tops of her shoulders. She was a brown-eyed beauty who preferred to wear dark rimmed glasses instead of contacts, giving her that prototypical secretarial look. I hadn't really seen her dressed in her work attire before, but I was quite pleased with what I was seeing. Her footwear was a bit conservative, a black pump with a two-inch heel, but it was blended well with the rest of her outfit. She wore a pair of dark, black hose and a tasteful, black mini skirt. The skirt's hemline was cut six inches above the tops of her knees, but it was done with a professional appearance while revealing much of her sexy legs. She wore a form fitting, white stretch blouse, the sheer fabric featuring a deep V-neckline, collared, short sleeved, revealing but exquisite, allowing the world to see her dark, rich tan. The blouse clung tightly to her upper body, fully displaying the good rack upon her. She had a nice looking chest as all the sisters did, but Jo had the best legs of the lot, possibly because she was a soccer player during her high school days and continued to play recreationally with her husband twice a week. I inquired as to how long she had worked for her brother and was again surprised to learn that she had been with him for just over a year. Curiosity was getting the best of me as we continued with the small talk, but I finally had to ask if there were a couple of Dave's employees still here, I couldn't imagine that he was sending me over to help counsel Jo. When I asked. her face and demeanor said it all when she responded with a bit of disdain that another girl named Sharon was in the back, waiting, for what they thought was a client of David's. A warm, strange feeling rushed through my body as I wondered to myself, just exactly what has David gotten me into. No wonder he didn't want to deal with it because he was going to piss off his sister, and there was nothing worse in that family than a little discord amongst the siblings. I could tell by the way she mentioned her name that there was some serious tension between the two. She asked me what I was doing there and I told her I was there to handle an issue for Dave. I asked her to step inside the conference room and told her I'd be there in a few minutes. I watched as she walked across the marble flooring of the lobby area and entered through the solid, oaken door.
I headed toward the back of the office complex and found a blonde haired girl sitting at a desk typing rapidly upon a keyboard. I politely excused myself for interrupting, but asked if she were Sharon. She ceased with her typing and looked at me with this “who the hell are you” look and her response gave me the same, disturbing feeling. Maybe she was having a bad day or something, but I was not going to let her bitchy attitude interfere with my mission. I informed her that I was contracted by her employer to counsel her and Jo. She rolled her eyes and started to smart off, but I immediately interrupted her while informing her that if she didn't cooperate, she would be terminated from her employment. She flung some papers down onto her desk and got up onto her feet obviously pissed. She apparently wasn't too happy to hear that bit of news and I wasn't going to fess up that it was a lie, but it did get her to start communicating, although she was cold and sharp with her answers. I grilled her for a brief minute or two, just enough time to work my eyes up and down her frame, feeling her out while trying to learn a little something about her. She related to me that she was a twenty-eight year old single mother of two who has worked in the secretarial field for Dave for the past four years. She was a good looking girl, had what appeared to be long, golden hair although it was wrapped and tied tightly to the top of her head. She had emerald green eyes, shimmering a bit upon her end of the day, but still lovely face. She was wearing a royal blue, long sleeve, blouse with the top two buttons left undone. She had on a short, white skirt that revealed a good portion of her sexy looking legs. She wore sheer, tanned hose and a two-inch white pump. As I neared closer to her, I detected the odor of a cigarette upon her breath, a not so delightful smell from such a young, beautiful woman. I extended my hand toward her offering her to lead the way to the conference room. As she moved out from behind her desk and headed down the hallway to the conference room, I realized that she was roughly 5”8, 5”9 in her high-heeled shoes and guessed that she weighed close to 135 pounds. She too was neatly dressed, her skirt shortened to provide a satisfactory visual of her sexy legs. Her white heeled shoes clicked across the marble flooring with each step that she took. I opened the large door, being the gentleman that I was and allowed her to enter first. As she passed, I surveyed her curves intently, guessing that even though she'd had a couple of pups, she still maintained a sexy, 34B-26-36 figure. As she entered into the carpeted conference room, I heard her sigh when she caught a glimpse of Jo Ann, who had already been waiting for several minutes. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife as both women eyed each other with a look of hatred, but both trying to act as if nothing was wrong. I asked both to take a seat as I moved about the large, nicely furnished room.
The room décor was impeccable, obviously furnished to give the look of someone who was quite successful. A highly shined, cherry wood table with 8 matching cherry and brown leather chairs surrounding it, with a matching credenza along the wall to my right. The credenza had a few items on it, some personalized pens and notepads, a couple of pieces of office equipment and a computer. The room was large, several feet of space separating the backs of the chairs from the walls, with a window at the far end, the shades drawn shut, keeping out the light of the slowly setting sun. There were several other chairs in the room, lined sporadically around the room along the walls. The room seemed a bit dark so I reached over and turned on the overheads, brightly illuminating the room so I could see every little bit of the two women's faces. I asked both ladies to have a seat and was not surprised that they each took up space at opposite ends of the long, smooth table. I apologized to both telling them that I didn't know whom I was here to see, but did inform them that the subject matter was about their constant bickering and how it was destroying the cohesiveness of the work environment. Sharon spoke up first and immediately began firing barbs towards Jo about how she was the boss's sister and was getting away with murder. It didn't take long for Jo to get into the flow of things when she fired back about how often Sharon was taking days off because her little brats were always sick. This was going nowhere fast, but this was a good thing to bring these frustrations out into the open, clear the air a bit. As much as I was wanting to try and help out David and his little situation here, I couldn't help but think that I was secretly wishing that it would deteriorate into a physical conflict between these two beauties. Back and forth the insults went, starting to take on a more personal and serious nature with all of Jo's barbs targeting Sharon's kids. Sharon was becoming quite enraged by the remarks and struck a low blow of her own when she returned fire with Jo's lack of success at having any. This stung Jo because I knew how much she adored my kids and desperately wanted to be a mother herself. I teetered on whether to step in and stop this love fest, but thought the better of it as I saw the rage that filled both their eyes. As I let this war of words escalate, I thought about offering my facilities to the both of them to settle their differences once and for all, but Jo didn't know about my little foray into the catfight business and I preferred to keep it my little secret. My interest toward fighting women was one of the reasons that led to her sister and I drifting apart, and I knew that she wouldn't understand. I let them go back and forth for another minute or so, then I politely interrupted and suggested that if they couldn't resolve their conflict like reasonable adults, they should just have a good old-fashioned catfight to settle their differences. Jo looked at me like I was nuts but Sharon readily agreed. This also seemed to stun Jo as she stood up with her hands on her hips looking a bit lost by all this jabber about fighting. Sharon stood and raised her arms challenging Jo to come get some, right here and now. I looked around the room while thinking quickly to myself, this is headed right where I wanted it to go. I quickly spoke up and said, "This is not the place to have a fight, you don't want to break or damage any of David's furniture." Jo was still speechless as she stood there looking befuddled, but Sharon was ready and willing as she stated, “Fine, then let's get a hotel room and I'll kick that uptight cunts ass there, and I'll even pay for the fucking room.” Jo appeared to be hesitant and confused, but didn't want to be shown up or outdone by this blonde headed bitch and finally accepted. I told them since this was part of my solution toward their conflict resolution, I'd pick up the tab for the suite. I told them that we'd go to the Embassy Suites over on the corner of State and Waycross. I'd get the room and meet both in the hotel lobby. It was 7:30; the fight would be at 8:30. They needed to make whatever arrangements necessary to be out later than normall expected. Sharon excused herself to contact her mother, letting her know that she was working late and would be home sometime after 11. Jo called her husband telling him she needed to work on a project for a client and that she'd be home very late and see him in the morning. I escorted both women out into the parking lot, mainly making sure that they didn't go after each other early, and then I jumped in my car and headed out for the short 10-minute drive.
As I drove, I checked my rearview mirror several times, making sure that Jo continued to follow, hoping that she wouldn't get cold feet at the last moment. Sharon I didn't need to worry about, she seemed the type that would readily get involved in a fight. She had the tell tale signs of having lived a hard life thus far, way too many poor decisions that have hung around her neck like an anchor. She hated life and the hand it had dealt her and this was going to be her chance to take out her frustrations and gain some redemption. Jo on the other hand had had a pretty good life thus far. She and her family were tight, close knit group. She had earned a B.A. from the local University and held an office managers job that I didn't know about. She and her husband had a nice four bedroom house about a half hour from the city with a nice sized lot. This was the home that she hoped that the two of them could have a couple of kids and raise them peacefully, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. She had traveled to all those places that many of us have only dreamed of. Boat cruises, Hawaii, the Caribbean, she had led the perfect single life until her marriage three years ago. Since then, it had been a bit bothersome that she had been unable to become pregnant although she had been trying for two years. She allowed this to make her very sad when she dwelled on it too much, and she did this often from the one-sided phone conversations I've heard her sister involved in. I hoped that the insults that Sharon hurled at her triggered her temper enough to go through with this fight. I pulled into the lot and pulled up under the carport, went inside and inquired about their finest accommodations. It was a bit pricey, but well worth the investment I thought as I forked over the cash. I paid the bellman to park my car leaving him instructions to leave my keys at the desk. I spotted Sharon seated on the sofa and told her to head for the twelfth floor. She headed toward the elevator as I headed out the door to get the bellman's attention before he drove away in my car. I pointed toward the black Toyota SUV that was parked across the way and told him to instruct the woman inside to come up to room 1229. He grinned knowingly and I handed him a fifty for his troubles. “Yes sir, I'll take care of it immediately” was his response as he drove away slowly in my dark blue sedan. I hurried inside to meet Sharon up on twelve to let her into the room. The elevator door opened on twelve and there she stood, slightly agitated that she had to wait for me to get there. I walked her down the hall and opened the door to room 1227, letting her in and following her inside. She looked around at the surroundings and wondered aloud, “Do you honestly expect us to fight in this smallish room." I told her no as I opened the connecting door to room 1228, a large hospitality room that connects with the two adjoining bedrooms and said, “This is where I expect you two to fight. This is your privacy room to prepare for the fight.” I continued across the large, living room setting and opened the door to the bedroom leading to 1229. Just as I had, I heard the knock on the door from the outside and went to open it. Jo was standing there, beautiful as ever and I let her in, closing the door and securing it behind her. It was about 7:57 and she looked a bit nervous, standing sexily in this hotel room with me. She reminded me a bit slightly of my wife, reminding me of one of the reasons I was originally attracted to her. I told her to relax, take a deep breath and follow me. We headed into the large parlor room where Sharon was standing and Sharon immediately started slinging the insults that I quickly told her to put away. I had each woman take a seat opposite each other in one of the comfy chairs in the suite. I took a seat on the sofa located between them and started talking to them about what was going to take place. I really didn't know if either woman had participated in a fight before, but I felt that I needed to prepare them for the violence they were about to encounter. I enlightened them to the fact that this was a catfight without rules. They would fight when I instructed them to fight and would continue until one of them submitted or could offer no visible means of protecting themselves. I detected a bit of fear in Jo's eyes when she heard those words, but I immediately followed up with the comment that I was here to assure that neither woman would be hurt too badly. I don't know how reassuring that was, but I noticed that her right leg was bouncing and moving in and out at about 90 miles an hour. Sharon seemed to be at ease and a little confident, a bit too overconfident I thought. I told the girls that they would fight in their clothing, the only requirement would be to leave their shoes in their rooms upon entering the fight zone. Neither girl seemed to have any questions so I directed them to their rooms to wait out the remaining twenty-five minutes until their fight was ready to begin. I asked them to shut the connecting doors behind them and that I'd knock to let them know when it was time. I quickly hurried about, clearing out the center of the room, moving about furniture, lining the surrounding walls and doorway. This was a large room and with everything pushed aside, it left the girls an area about 25x25 to fight it out. I dwelled upon what was about to occur, when suddenly my cell rang bringing me back into reality. It was Nadia, wanting to know when I'd be stopping by to see her before heading for Japan tomorrow morning. I didn't let on to what I was up to, but just let her know that I was tied up with some last minute details regarding my visa and that I'd be over very late. She seemed overly irritated that I wasn't going out of my way to tend to her cuts, bruises and swollen body, but I assured her that her wait would be well worth it. Knowing that she had little choice in the matter, she reluctantly sighed while telling me I had better be there before midnight or else. I told her I'd give it my best shot and disconnected the line. I looked at my watch and couldn't believe the amount of time I had spent on the phone. It was 8:33 and the girls had to be a bit anxious. I hurried over and knocked on Sharon's door and she immediately opened it and wanted to know what the hell I had been waiting for. I then moved quickly across the large room and tapped on Jo's door. She too responded quickly to the knock and seemed as if she were a bit better prepared than she did before heading to the room. Both women moved towards the center of the room, but I instructed both to go sit in the chairs located in the corners of the room. Jo had seemed to settle down a bit whereas Sharon seemed a bit anxious and tense. They both sat in the chairs; hands nervously resting on the arm rest, staring across at the other. I'm sure each had at one time or another, had secretly thought about something just like this, I was just providing them the opportunity to bring their thoughts into reality. I stared at my watch, watching the second hand tick off the seconds until the time hit the 8:35 mark. When the watch hit the mark, I gave the word for both girls to fight.
I took up a seat on the sofa located just off the side as both women stood and moved hesitantly toward the center of the room. Both women looked hot in their short skirts and with the hose, made their legs look all the more sexy. Sharon's golden hair was still tied tightly to the top of her head while Jo had her brunette hair pulled back, a short ponytail hanging from the upper portion of her head. They each slid their feet across the carpeted floor, moving toward the right, keeping each other at bay, seemingly waiting for the other to make the first move. I was in no hurry, as I was thoroughly enjoying watching these sexy women poised for an attack, looking sexy as hell in their fighting attire. Round and round they moved, each with the left hand held low while the right was raised, claws bared and ready, primed and ready to inflict some damage. Sharon lunged forward first, reaching out and grasping hold of the stretchy material of the white blouse and started tugging, pulling at the material near the collar. Jo became wide-eyed as the reality of what was happening finally sank in as she felt her blouse being yanked upon, stretching it out from her body. She too reached out and grabbed hold of the silky blue blouse, latching her nails onto the slick material and pulled, shrieking as she did so. Sharon continued to pull, stretching the tight fitting material with her right hand and reached around, grabbing hold of Jo's ponytail with the left, grabbing hold and yanking downward. Jo yelped as she felt the sharp, piercing pain that ebbed through the backside of her head. She reached up for the hand that was yanking on her hair and Sharon took advantage of the opportunity provided and clamped her right hand onto the front of Jo's blouse, targeting her healthy left breast. Jo gasped as she started to backpedal, shocked and surprised by having her breast squeezed so tightly and fiercely. Sharon moved with her, their legs getting tangled and both tumbling down onto the floor. Both women hit the carpeted floor, Jo on her back while Sharon landed on top, the impact momentarily causing her to lose her grip. Sharon reattached her right hand onto the breast area, crushing the covered meat tightly in her hand, pressing the tips of her fingers downward into the soft flesh and twisting, causing Jo to squeal out painfully. Jo thrashed around with her legs, kicking and locking them within Sharon's and began rocking from side-to-side, trying to throw the blonde off of her. Jo rocked from side to side, locking her hands onto the back of Sharon's head, her fingers working hard as trying to free the tightly bound locks. Jo managed to roll her over onto her side, again causing her lose her grip upon Jo's tit. Sharon too began working her legs, trying to use her knees to pound against any part of Jo's body. Jo had quickly learned about what this fight was going to be like and scooted her body up tight against Sharon's, effectively rendering her knees useless while continuing to work upon the blonde's tightly bound hair. Sharon continued to work the legs, their nylon covered legs making swishing sounds as they rubbed against one another. Sharon tried going for the breast again, but their bodies were tightly pressed against one another and she couldn't get a clear opening at Jo's tit. Instead, she opted to extend her claws and rip them across Jo's back, raking there way across the soft, white material of the blouse. Jo moaned as she felt Sharon's long nails claw at the skin beneath the white blouse, but didn't let up with her work upon Sharon's hair. Sharon moved her hands upon the back and raked them again, causing Jo to moan out painfully from the deep, scratching motion. Sharon was scoring early and often thus far, while Jo had yet to become fully prepared for what was going on and didn't seem to be on the right track quite yet.
Jo was going to have to learn quickly if she were to remain competitive in this match up of these two evenly sized women. Sharon still worked her legs frantically, rubbing her nylon covered legs against Jo's while maneuvering her right hand up between their bodies and latched hold of Jo's left tit and began squeezing hard upon the firm flesh of the breast. Jo gasped and moaned as she again felt the stinging pain being directed into her breast. She too continued to kick her legs, trying to work them between Sharon's and flip her over onto her back. Both women worked their legs hard, each woman's skirt starting to rise up near their hips. I got down off the sofa and knelt upon the floor, wanting to get a closer look at these women's strong looking legs, as they continually grinded them together, the material seemingly creating small sparks. Jo let out another moan as Sharon managed to work her hand inside the top of the V-neck blouse and dug her nails into the naked flesh of Jo's chest. Their bodies separated as Jo tried backing away, hoping to get far enough away from the blonde, who was now raking her nails across the breast meat of the right tit. Jo was getting into trouble and was feeling the burning sting being etched upon her deeply tanned flesh. I found myself really getting turned on as they struggled down on the floor, their legs conducting their own little battle while they fought a different war with their upper bodies. Sharon hit pay dirt again as Jo let out a painful scream as she felt Sharon's nails cut at her firm, tanned flesh. Jo's hard work finally paid some dividends as she finally managed to unleash the long, blonde mane of Sharon's and her golden locks fell down around the carpeted floor near her head. Jo attached her right hand onto the scalp near the temple and yanked hard and furious, the sharp pain creating a yowling sound to pass the lips of the blonde. Jo yelped as she felt Sharon's nails cut at her flesh again, but she ripped hard upon the hair of the blonde, lifting her head up and back, placing it into an awkward position, and then used her left hand to reach up and rake her long painted nails across the neck of the twenty-eight year old mother of two. Sharon let out a painful scream as she immediately reached up with both hands to cover up her neck, but not before Jo was able to claw deeply into the soft flesh of Sharon's neck for the second time. Sharon kicked and rolled, trying to escape her clawing adversary, only to be held in check by the strong grip Jo held upon the hair. Sharon rolled with her legs flailing away on the carpeted floor, a nice view provided up her short skirt. As I suspected, Sharon was a thigh high girl when it came to her stockings, the upper band holding tightly around her nicely tanned thighs. Her panty was a thong, as blue as the blouse that covered her upper body. She lay upon her back, hollering and reaching up and digging the nails of her hands into Jo's hand, trying to force it open and turn loose of her burning scalp. Jo maneuvered herself down on the floor, rotating her body and using her legs, as she wrapped them around Sharon's head and locked them together at the ankles. Nicely done maneuver as she placed Sharon's head between her thighs, clamping on tightly while using Sharon's long tresses to pull and rip at her blonde headed scalp. Sharon yelled and screamed, cursing at Jo as she pulled and actually removed a small clump of hair from Sharon's head. Sharon kicked and bucked, all while she continued to use her hands to claw and scratch at Jo's hands, buried deep within her blonde locks. Jo had a nice tight hold upon Sharon's head, the thighs crushing inward against her ears. Sharon's face was turning red from the extreme pressure and it was evident that Jo's continued activity with soccer had kept her legs toned and shapely. You could see the definition in her calves as she squeezed her legs together, putting extreme pressure upon Sharon's head. Sharon started rocking to her left and right, hoping to gain enough momentum to roll Jo over onto her side. Sharon wasn't having any luck as Jo used her elbows upon the floor to help stabilize her body, keeping Sharon from maneuvering to far in either direction. Sharon dug her nails into Jo's calves, plunging her nails into the material of the black stocking and raked her nails across the nylon. Jo closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she felt the long talons of Sharon dig into her lower leg. Sharon was breathing in and out heavily through her opened mouth, struggling to get air as her color had now changed to a light shade of purple from the pressure of Jo's legs. Sharon was now the one nearing that desperate feeling as she raised her right hand up onto Jo's left thigh. She positioned it up beneath the short hemline of the skirt, and I realized Jo too liked going to work and feeling sexy as she wore a pair of thigh high stockings, the tops clinging to her healthy, shapely thighs. Jo grunted loudly as she crushed her legs together once again, squeezing hard upon the head of the blonde, causing her to groan out painfully as she stretched her arm above her head as far as she could. Jo let out a gasping sound as she closed her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth together once again.
Sharon gave it all she could, extending her fingers upward and poked her nails into the laced material of Jo's panty. Jo yanked hard upon Sharon's scalp, removing yet more strands of blonde hair from the screaming girls head. Sharon pushed her fingers upward, thrusting the tips of her nails up into the bottom side of the panty, pushing up against Jo's pussy. Jo let out a small groan telling me that it was having some kind of effect upon her as she wrenched hard upon Sharon's hair once again. Sharon thrust her hand upward once more, the tips of her nails penetrating a bit deeper into the soft, sexy material of the panty. Jo let out another small groan, this time, her upper legs opening just a little as her ankles were no longer locked together. Sharon thrust her hand up again, the fingers hitting the target a bit harder, this time latching onto the material and digging in just a little. This time Jo moaned a bit louder as she opened her legs completely and tried to push herself across the floor upon her back. Sharon was freed from the bonds of Jo's legs and rolled over onto her side, gasping for air as she breathed in and out heavily, swallowing the air as quickly as she could. Jo continued to push away on the balls of her feet, pressing them into the carpeted floor while moving backwards away from her gasping foe. I thought to myself that Jo needs to immediately go back on the attack, get her while she's tired and struggling. Sharon was resting on her left elbow, getting a much-needed breather, but knew that she couldn't let Jo get back on her, so she turned and lunged forward, landing atop Jo's legs and grabbed hold, using her right hand and sliding it up beneath Jo's short black skirt. Jo moaned and gasped as she rose up onto the balls of her feet, her lower torso elevated above the floor, her head and shoulders firmly planted against the carpet. Sharon's hand was deep between Jo's thighs, clamped onto and pulling at the flesh and hair of Jo Ann's crotch. I could now see up Jo's skirt and could see that Sharon had pinched hold of the lower area of the black panty and was pulling and twisting hard. Jo was screaming in agony as she reached for the area between her thighs, trying to pry the blonde's hand from her black panty. Sharon's face slowly began to reclaim some of her color as she cursed and talked trash to her agonizing opponent. “I'm going to make sure you never have kids you stinking cunt” as she twisted and pulled mightily. “Oh god you whore, let go of me you bitch, ooowwww” as Sharon tugged and twisted some more. Sharon crawled along the floor, using her legs to move upward, positioning herself along side of Jo, lifting her right leg across Jo's mid-section and placing her left arm across Jo's throat. She briefly removed her hand from Jo's crotch, but immediately reattached it with a harder, firmer grip. Jo kicked and screamed as she hollered “Get off me you fucking cunt” she repeated over and over again. Sharon maneuvered her left leg under Jo as she rose up onto the balls of her feet, and Sharon locked her legs together placing Jo into a nicely applied leg scissor hold. Jo's form fitting blouse had come free of her skirt and I could see her well-tanned belly and deep, cavernous naval. Jo lifted up onto her toes again only to crash down to the carpeted surface, Sharon still yanking and pulling at her crotch. Jo crossed her legs, trying to apply some pressure upon her hand, trying to get her to stop mauling upon her pussy. Sharon crushed her legs together, driving the inner portions of her knees against Jo's upper mid-section, the force causing Jo to expel air heavily through her mouth. Sharon removed her right hand from beneath Jo's skirt and raised it to her blouse, tugging and ripping at the soft white material, stretching and lifting it up and off the tits, exposing Jo's sexy chest. Her breasts were obviously the best in the family also as they were well tanned, looked to be quite firm and looked ravishing being contained tightly within her sexy, white bra. Her right breast showed some signs of where Sharon had dug in her nails earlier and Jo's nipples were rock hard as they pushed out long and hard into the soft, flimsly material of the satiny bra. Sharon had the blouse up around Jo's neck, using this opportunity to attach her long claws onto Jo's left breast and plunged them deep into Jo's tanned skin. Jo yelped out painfully as Sharon dragged her nails across the flesh, stopping as she reached the center of the chest. Reddened scratches formed upon her shapely breast meat, and Sharon was going back for some more. Jo reached up grabbing two hands full of Sharon's golden mane and pulled, jerking her head toward the side, all the while moaning from the burning pain being inflicted upon her tits. Sharon closed her eyes and grunted, feeling the effects of the painful hair pull, but pulled her fingers forward, bunching together a section of the left breast, compacting it tightly in her hand and twisting, turning the firm flesh hard upon the chest. Jo let out another painful groan as Sharon was having her way as she tore and worked hard at trying to disfigure Jo's breasts.
I moved upon my knees, trying to get up close and personal with the fighters as they struggled down on the floor. Jo's pretty brown eyes were filled with pain and a tear rolled down upon her cheek from the right eye. Sharon thrust her legs together again, forcing them hard against her sexy mid-section and Jo was gasping and oooohing for air. Sharon lifted her right hand up off the breast and brought it back down hard, slapping it against the left breast with a loud cracking sound. Jo's bra was low cut and open-handed slap caught all flesh as it smacked against her tit. Jo wailed out as she felt the stinging sensation burn within her badly scratched tit. Sharon raised her hand again and brought it down hard across the firm flesh of the tit. Again Jo let out a painful yelp as she removed her hands from Sharon's hair and reached up to cover her burning breast. Sharon grabbed hold of Jo's pony with the left hand, pulling her head toward her and forcefully barked in her ear, “I'm going to enjoy hurting you, you fucking cunt, and your never going to want to fuck with me ever again.” Sharon unlocked her ankles and removed her left leg from beneath Jo's torso. She rolled atop of Jo, lowered her mouth down upon Jo's left breast and bit hard at the red marked, fiery flesh of the tit. Jo screamed and kicked her feet as she felt the painful torture of Sharon biting into her badly aching breast. Jo flailed her arms rapidly, pounding her fists against the back of the blonde's head. Jo was managing to hit her in a couple of directions as her fists pounded upon her skull, her knee was ramming up against the lower body from her wild kicking. Sharon was not taking advantage of what she had gained although she had Jo screaming in excruciating pain. The fact was, Jo was landing solidly against her head and her knee was starting to do some hay as it rammed inward toward her ribs. Sharon raised her head up off of Jo's breast, a smattering of blood glistened upon her lower lip. Jo was quite beside herself, anguishing from the painful bite upon her breast, but angry beyond anything I had ever seen in her and she drove her fist forward, driving it solidly against the side of Sharon's face. Sharon's head was jolted to the right and Jo kicked and threw her over onto her side. Jo was out of control as she screamed “bite me you, you fucking whore, I'm going to kill you, kill you” as she rolled over and quickly mounted her blonde headed opponent. Jo sat upon Sharon's left hip, swinging wildly with her right and left, sending open handed slaps landing against the back of Sharon's head and across the face. Jo landed several before Sharon could raise her hands to cover up. Frustrated and still screaming at her blonde opponent, Jo grabbed two fists full of hair and started pounding the side of Sharon's head against the carpeted floor. I zeroed in on Jo's chest and blood eased down her chest and soaked the top edge of her sexy, white bra. Sharon grunted with each slam against the floor and began kicking her legs, trying to roll herself over onto her back. She managed to squirm enough and roll over while Jo turned loose of the hair with the right hand and started wind milling blows against the side of Sharon's head. Sharon reached up from beneath, attached her talons onto both of Jo's breasts and squeezed, crushing Jo's firm flesh tightly. Jo clenched her teeth tightly as she absorbed the painful breast torture and continued to hit Sharon upside the head. Sharon squeezed harder, and started to buck upward, raising up onto the balls of her feet and rocking, trying to throw Jo from her perch. Jo's skirt was riding up around her waist and I realized that I was seeing her in her panties for the first time in my life. I've known her since she was seven, but I had never seen her in any kind of state of undress. Sharon's skirt was up around her hips also and I could tell that Jo had the better set of thighs. Jo let out a painful yell as Sharon raked her nails hard across her breast flesh, tearing into the tanned and slightly bloodied flesh. She bucked up again causing Jo to lose her balance and tumble over onto her left side. Sharon rolled over to continue with her assault, digging her fingers deep into the well tanned flesh. Jo rolled over onto her back and now it was Sharon's turn as she quickly mounted Jo, taking a seat upon her belly. Jo reached up from the bottom and started ripping at the front of Sharon's blouse. It didn't take much to rip it open and Sharon's tanned breasts and sexy, blue bra were now on display. You could see the jiggle of her tit flesh as she straddled the sexy brunette, working her rump up towards Jo's chest. The jiggling tit flesh told me that Sharon's tits were nowhere near as firm as Jo's. Sharon grabbed hold of both of Jo's wrists and locked on tightly, stretching her arms out to the side, while moving forward upon her knees, finally planting them up near Jo's shoulders. She moved a bit further forward and successfully put Jo into a schoolgirl pin. Jo lifted her hands upward, reaching as far as she could, but was falling a good six to eight inches short of the mark. Sharon meanwhile, sent an open handed blow rocking against the left side of Jo's face and eye. She immediately reached down grabbing hold of Jo's hair, tore and pulled until she ripped Jo's ponytail free and latched on tightly to the sides of Jo's scalp. She lifted Jo's head, pulling the front of her face up against the front of her crotch. Jo kicked her feet and hollered, “Get your nasty pussy out of my face you bitch.” Sharon responded “Oh no, you're going to eat my pussy you cunt” and shoved the front of her crotch hard against Jo's face. Jo's mouth and nose was buried deep between the blonde's tanned upper thighs. Jo kicked upward onto the balls of her feet, once, twice, three times, trying to throw the blonde off of her but to no avail. Jo lowered her torso back down to the floor and Sharon began grinding her crotch hard against Jo's face. Jo hollered out again telling Sharon to quit but Sharon seemed to be getting aroused as she did a sexy bump and grind upon the brunette's pretty face. Sharon turned loose of the hair momentarily, then reattached her left hand onto the front of Jo's hair and pulled, lifting her face back up into the panty. She leaned back slightly, reaching around with her right hand and eased it down across Jo's belly, sliding it down and inserting it beneath Jo's black panty. Jo made an ummpphhing sound, her mouth buried against the front of the blue panty and she kicked her legs, stomping her feet repeatedly against the carpeted floor as Sharon reached deep within the panty, pulling and twisting upon Jo's furry carpet. Jo was in deep trouble as the blonde was giving her the full pussy treatment. Tighter and tighter, Sharon squeezed her knees together, trapping Jo's head between her legs, while continuing to actively work her hand within the confines of Jo's sexy panty. Jo's hands waved slowly, palms up toward the ceiling, slowly but surely getting weaker. Only the right leg was moving, with several seconds passing between the lifting of the leg and stomping it against the floor. Sharon felt her weakening and removed her hand from the panty and reached back down onto the hair, jerking her head hard against her crotch while shouting “You're going down bitch, you're going down.” Sharon rose up slightly onto her knees, then lowered herself back down and really went to town grinding her crotch all over Jo's face. Jo basically showed absolutely no resistance, she lay there almost motionless making low mmmpphhing sounds while buried beneath the sweaty crotch of the blue panty. Jo lowered her hands and arms back down to the floor and Sharon proudly proclaimed, “I'm going to have my way with you now, you nasty cunt.” I felt that I should intervene, but I was caught up in what was going on, so much so that I was practically on top of the action, stroking myself as I unwittingly pulled my cock from my trousers and held it tightly in my hand. Sharon rested on her perch for several more seconds, making sure that Jo wasn't playing possum, and then stood up, looking down on the limp, hard breathing body of my sister in law.
Jo lay upon the floor on her back, her belly rising and falling rapidly as she breathed in and out deeply. Her blouse was wrapped around her neck and her firm, shapely breasts begged to burst loose from the sexy white confines of the bra. Her breast was bloodied from where Sharon tore open the flesh with her teeth, and her black mini skirt was up around her waist, totally exposing her lower half. I was drawn to her black hose and upper thigh area, as I don't think I had ever seen a better set of thighs on any woman before, and that included Nadia. Sharon pulled her panty down off of her hips, lowering them down her legs until she kicked them free, leaving her totally naked beneath her white skirt. She grabbed hold of the short hemline and straddled Jo's head, standing forward while looking down upon her hard breathing body. Sharon lowered herself down, planting her bare ass directly upon Jo's nose and mouth, burying her beneath. Jo kicked a bit as she took in she smell of Sharon's ass and pussy, but Sharon knelt upon her arms, pinning them to the floor. Sharon leaned forward, sliding her hand across Jo's tanned belly, her hand disappearing beneath the fabric of Jo's black panty. The muscles in Jo's legs tightened as she felt the stress that Sharon's hand was creating beneath the panty. Sharon used the left hand to pull down on the front of the panty, allowing me to get a good look at the fur patch that covered her mound area. Just like her sister's, full and thick, the dark patch covering the whitened area between her legs. She crossed and uncrossed her legs several times, trying to stop the painful hair twisting and yanking that Sharon was placing on her crotch area. I was taken by what I was seeing and knew that there was nothing I could do at this point in stopping the fight. I was captivated and had to see it through until its ultimate ending. I was turned on by the small, dark moles that decorated her inner thigh area, very sexy and I thought they added to her personality. Sharon yanked particularly hard and hollered, “Bitch, I want you to lick my ass and lick it good.” Jo struggled and kicked, but Sharon applied some more pressure as I watched her hand tug and pull upward, stretching hard at the skin of her pubic mound, pulling it painfully tight. I heard a muffled sound coming from beneath Sharon's backside and pleasant sigh pass through her lips. Sharon removed her hand from the panty and lifted her lower torso slightly, reaching around with both hands and grasping hold of her own, fleshy butt cheeks, using her hands to pull them apart, allowing Jo easier access to her bum hole. Sharon breathed in and out heavily, all the while repeating over and over, “That's it, work it, work it, move it around the edge, keep it going, faster, faster.” She was really getting aroused as Jo's tongue was reluctantly doing a number around the rim of her asshole, and I couldn't help myself as I was getting off on it also. Sharon raised up a bit higher, pulling outward on her butt cheek with her left hand while moving her right around to her front, lifting her white skirt and stroking her hand though her neatly trimmed pubic patch. Jo's eyes were clenched tightly shut, but it seemed the more she flicked her tongue up into the blonde's backside, the more she seemed to be getting into it. I could tell because she was able to free her arms from beneath Sharon as she swayed and bucked from the arousal, and rather than attempt to free herself, she used her hands to grasp hold of Sharon's buttocks and separate them, opening the area so she could really give her the ultimate tongue treatment. Sharon took the opportunity to begin using both hands down upon her crotch, running her left through her darkish blonde hair, using the tips of her fingers to pull open the lips of her hot, damp pussy, while using her right to rub and squeeze upon her large, swollen clitoris. It seemed overly huge as she worked her thumb and fingers upon it, slowly gyrating her hips into a rhythmic motion, working in concert with her lap dog brunette foe. Sharon's breathing escalated into a faster and deeper pace, finally raising both her hands to her scalp and running them through her long, blonde hair. She raised up off of Jo's face, spun around so she was looking down upon Jo's glazed over brown eyes and lowered her hot pussy down upon Jo's mouth. She grabbed Jo by the hair and pulled, pulling her up into her pussy and rolled over to her right, eventually rolling over onto her back, holding Jo tightly by the hair and rolling her over with her. Sharon was positioned on her back with Jo now resting on her belly, being held tightly by the hair, her face forced hard against the blonde's pussy. The hold upon the hair seemed quite unnecessary as Jo positioned her hands upon Sharon's thighs and pulled them apart, opening the area between her legs wide and hungrily worked her tongue and mouth all over blonde's crotch region. Sharon removed her hands from Jo's hair and began stroking the front of her tanned belly, running it up and down very gently, barely touching her flesh. Goose bumps had formed upon her shapely body, her groaning becoming a bit more pronounced as Jo eagerly tongued and slurped all over the blonde's long, stiff clit. Sharon moved her hands up onto her breasts, rubbing gently for a second or two, and then squeezing them hard within her own hands. She grasped the tops of her sexy blue bra, lowered the cups down below her breasts, allowing her soft breasts to tumble out freely. She had large, brownish areolas with small, hardened nipples located directly in the center. She moved her fingers onto her nipples, kneading and pulling on them as she gyrated her hips back and forth, rubbing her sex up into Jo's feverishly probing tongue and mouth. She appeared to be glassy eyed, her green eyes rolling up into her eye sockets, then reappearing and locking onto mine. She stared with this totally aroused look upon her face, removed her right hand from her small, but pert nipple, and motioned for me to move forward. She reached down grabbing Jo by the hair and rolled over, putting Jo on her back while she got back onto her knees and mounted the brunette's face. She raised her left hand back up to her nipple and began kneading it while she reached out with her right and took my hardened, exposed cock into her sweaty palm. She immediately felt the heat being generated from my cock while she kneaded and rubbed her thumb across the head. She smiled when she felt the pre-cum that covered the tip, using it as a lubricant to rub her thumb briskly upon the knob. She told me to stand up and literally led me by the dick, moving me directly above Jo's head, placing me directly in front of her. She removed her left hand from her breast and took my cock in both hands and lowered her hot mouth onto the tip, working her tongue along the rim, then taking my cock into her mouth, engulfing the upper portion, using a lot of tongue and teeth. A great tingling feeling overwhelmed my body and I knew I wasn't going to be able to last very long. I was already in an overheated state of arousal, and with my cock in her hot, talented mouth; I had no chance of prolonging this for an extended period of time. She worked her mouth like a pro while tugging downward on my balls, helping prolong the experience as best she could. I felt she sensed that I was extremely close and she used some techniques she was obviously familiar with. I could tell she was getting close also as Jo worked furiously upon the cock sucking blonde's pussy, lapping and enjoying the lightly moaning woman's wet sex. I could tell she was getting closer by the amount of pressure she was applying with her hands and mouth. Her moaning started getting louder and louder, she moved her hands from my balls to the shaft, really stroking it hard while using a lot of teeth action on the tip of my hot penis. Suddenly, I was weak kneed and repeating over and over, “My gawd, oh my gawd” as I exploded, shooting a hot load into the blonde's hungry mouth, her tongue lapping and throat swallowing as fast as she could. Almost instantly, she removed her mouth from my cock, squeezed upon it tightly and began moaning loudly as her lower body moved moved at a frenetic pace, screaming “oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooohhhhhhh” as she was having what appeared to be the orgasm of her life. I dropped down onto my knees, Sharon pulling hard and tightly upon my cock, while easing down her pace as she thoroughly enjoyed this moment of sexual explosion tingling and numbing her entire lower body. Jo lay upon her back, still hungrily working her tongue all over the hot, wet pussy of her blonde headed foe, seemingly totally oblivious to the other action occurring within the room. I wrapped my arms around Sharon's waist and pulled her forward, pulling her body up against mine and planted my mouth upon her full, red lips. Our hot tongues fired in and out of each other's mouths as we frantically searched each other out, our hands moving all about each other's bodies. I had hoped that this night would be something for me to remember, but I never imagined that it could possibly turn out like this.
I buried my tongue deep inside the pretty blonde's mouth, both of us working it at a furious pace. I moved my right hand up onto her chest and started fondling and playing with her left breast, my thumb zeroing in on her hardened left nipple. I could feel my aching cock start to soften a bit while I fondled upon this blonde beauty's body. I started to thrust my lower torso forward, slamming it against the front of her crotch area when I felt probing fingers grab hold of my throbbing shaft and pull downward. Damn I thought as she was determined to drain that thing of every drop of my hot juices. While working our tongues together at a break neck pace, I was completely stunned when I realized that my throbbing, but softening cock had a pair of hot lips wrapped around the head and a tongue hungrily lapping up every sticky drop like it was an ice cream cone. I couldn't believe what was happening, this was Jo, my wife's sister and she had the tip of my cock in her mouth. I was totally turned on by this and was determined that I would have to try my best to regain some stiffness into the throbbing shaft. Sharon soon realized what was happening and took my left hand and placed it down upon her hot, wet pussy. She pulled me over to the side, pulling us both onto the carpeted floor telling me to play with her pussy. She did have such a large clit and wanted me to work on it hard and rough. This turned me on quite a bit also and I could feel something that I hadn't been able to do since my twenty's, and that was to get thoroughly stimulated very quickly. I felt quite lightheaded as I tried to focus solely upon her large clit but I couldn't' concentrate completely, I was beside myself as Jo worked my cock deep inside her mouth, she too proving to me that she knew what she was doing. I had never before been involved in a three way in my life and if it had ever been proposed, I would have turned down the offer out of fear, but things were happening so quickly that I didn't have time to give it any thought. Jo was going to town on my cock while Sharon pulled away to reposition herself, placing her pussy up near my face while grabbing hold of my hair and forcing my head down into her hot, sweaty pussy. The smell was both pungent and sweet as I felt her thighs tighten around my head while I went to work tonguing her large, swollen clit. As I did, she squirmed around wildly, while I thought to myself that I must be doing something right. After nearly a half a minute of squirming, she quit and opened her legs a little and I soon realized what was going on. Her movements were not due to overwhelming pleasure between her legs, but due to her positioning herself and working her mouth and tongue all over Jo's pussy. Jo immediately began moaning with my cock in her mouth and I could feel that she was experiencing much pleasure as her teeth were becoming a bit more prominent as she bit down a little into the tip of my penis.
This was nothing like I imagined, the three of us forming the ultimate triangle, each of us hungrily working upon each other's crotches. Fortunately for me, I wasn't the first to go. Sharon's large clit was overly sensitive and she was soon worked into a lather as her legs began squeezing extremely hard upon the sides of my head while thrusting her lower torso forward, bumping and grinding while moaning uncontrollably. I felt like my head were going to explode between her thighs but I continued to lap and tongue her clit, finally wrapping my lips around it and sucking hard upon it. This threw her over the edge as she threw her head back away from Jo thighs and burst into a full-fledged orgasm. Jo was left unattended and ceased working on my cock and pulled it from her mouth. I continued to suck on Sharon's throbbing clit when I felt my hard shaft being maneuvered by a gentle pair of hands, then swallowed up my an extremely moist, hot pussy. I thought I was in heaven as I felt Jo take me deep inside her, her muscles tightening and grabbing hold of my hardened cock. Jo mounted me and worked her body up and down, sliding it the entire length of my shaft, moving slowly up and down. The warmth of her hot pussy and the muscles tightening upon it was quickly working me into a frenzy. I was moaning and working my mouth at a furious pace, sucking and lapping up every bit of Sharon's warm liquids from her heat bearing pussy. Jo rose up onto the top and held her position, concentrating on the tip, her pussy squeezing and pinching at the tip. This was about all I could handle as I started to moan and unload all of my hot juices up into the hot brunette's pussy. Jo felt me start to unload my hot cum up inside her and began riding up and down hard and fast. As I shot my load hard and heavy inside her, it seemed to set her off and she started to howl out in pleasure while she rode and pounded her pussy down upon my crotch like there was no tomorrow. Finally, I felt her body tense up and her tempo come to a complete halt, then slowly ease down upon my throbbing shaft with a whew like sigh. I lay there feeling totally fulfilled, my mind thinking about absolutely about nothing more than the most fantastic sex that I had ever experienced. I lay there silently, listening to the sounds of the three of us breathing in and out heavily, sort of lost in foggy, altered state. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of my slowly softening cock slowly being squeezed out of Jo's hot, wet pussy. I couldn't move, my legs seemed to be paralyzed and every bit of my body was tingling with a satisfied, numb like feeling. I felt myself drifting away into dreamland and could do nothing about it. I just felt overwhelmed and I was soon resting comfortably, dissappearing into a peaceful, satisfying sleep.
As I started to groggily come to, I looked around and had that feeling of where am I and how did I get here. The room was dark and I could see shadows of objects, but couldn't quite make them out. I slowly rose and felt a sharp pain down around my crotch and I immediately began remembering the events from earlier. I found my way to the lamp and turned it on, recognizing the room where the evening's events had begun. I didn't see either of the girls and started to make my around, checking the adjoining bedrooms. They were nowhere to be found and I paused with a confused look upon my face. My look of confusion soon turned to panic when I noticed the time on the clock in what was Jo's waiting room. It was 6:15 in the morning and if I hurried I was going to be able to just make my flight for Japan. All sorts of thoughts were filling my head as I scrambled around trying to get myself ready and head down to my car. My cell had been turned off and when I turned it back on, the alarm kept going off letting me know that I had many messages. I moved about the room a bit clumsily, trying to get myself together before heading to the front desk to pick up my car keys. As I did, I listened to the many messages and knew right then and there; I had screwed up again, like I always seemed to do when it came to the women in my life. Every message was from Nadia and she wasn't a happy camper. I made my way to the elevator and found my way to the desk, and then out the door to my car. I hurriedly started the engine and sped off, heading directly for the airport. Nadia was on my mind, Jo was on my mind, Sharon was on my mind, Amanda was on my mind, Kyoko and Yuki were on my mind, and I was reeling from the all that was going on at this exact moment. What was worse, as I thought about all that that had just occurred, I knew that I'd have several more hours to dwell upon all this while a prisoner upon that United Airlines flight. So many things that could have lasting results upon my life, and I'd be powerless and in the dark until I returned from the land of the rising sun. This was not going to be the pleasurable trip that I had originally thought. It had the potential to be the longest week of my entire life. I pulled up to the curb and unloaded, handed the porter a $100 to make sure my car got parked safely and told him to lock the keys in the car, I always carried a spare set with me. I was fortunate that I was able to get through quickly due to the low passenger count and I was soon on my way, beginning of my journey to see the two Japanese fighters who I hadn't seen in several months. I couldn't believe how desperately they wanted to prove to me that they're ready to come back and fight the American duo of Jenny and Sharon. They really didn't need to prove anything to me; I was headed just to witness a couple more female fights, something that totally consumed my life now. I pressed the button leaning the backrest of my seat back to get comfortable, this was going to be a long, long flight and I had some thinking to do.
To Be Continued…………….