The League's hunky new ref gets double teamed by the League's newest wrestlers, lusty identical twins Brittany and Courtney.

"Hey, wait up, you guys! You're not gonna believe what I have to tell you!"

Jeannine rushed across the lawn to join Diane and Karen as they were making their way to the wrestling area. Panting hard, she waited a few impatient seconds to catch her breath before blurting, "I just found out some stuff you are absolutely not gonna believe!"

"What?" the other women asked in unison.

"Well, first, remember Julie's boyfriend, Scott? We met him the week before last. Well, apparently, he and Julie broke up last Saturday after the grudge match. He's with Samantha now. They're living together."

"You're kidding," said Karen.

Jeannine shook her head vigorously. "Uh, uh. And that's not all. Julie is now living with Heather and Michael. The three of them, all together in one big bed."

"How do you know they're sleeping together?" Diane asked.

"Oh, come on." Jeannine rolled her eyes. "Last Saturday evening, when we were all sitting in the spa, you saw them leave the pool house together, right? Do you remember the looks on their faces when they left, and how they acted like they couldn't get outta here fast enough? And didn't it seem like they'd been alone in the pool house an awful long time? Especially Heather and Julie. They were by themselves in there for a while even before Michael came in. And then this morning, the three of them were holding hands as they walked in and they looked very chummy."

"You were right--I don't believe it!" Diane laughed. "Wow. I never thought Heather would ever share Michael with another woman."

"And I never thought she would ever be with another woman," said Karen. "Guess you just never know."

"Yeah, I guess." Jeannine paused, allowing her breathing to return to normal. "Right now, Samantha's going around telling anybody who'll listen that Julie didn't win their match. That it was given to her because she was sleeping with the referee."

"That's a bunch of crap!" Karen said heatedly. "Anybody watching the fight could see that Julie kicked her butt!"

Jeannine nodded in agreement. "And Samantha's reminding everyone that she's still undefeated, since grudge matches don't count in the standings."

"Well, she won't be undefeated after her first regular match with Julie. I bet Julie'll kick her butt again," said Karen.

"What the heck is Samantha doing here so early, anyway?" asked Diane. "It's only a little after 9:30."

"Scott must have made her come early," said Jeannine. "You should see them together. It's disgusting. 'Yes, Scott.' 'Coming, Scott.' 'Whatever you want, Scott.' She's letting him totally control her. I'm surprised she's not wearing a collar and leash."

Karen smirked. "Now, this, I've gotta see."

"You will." A note of excitement crept into Jeannine's voice when she added, "You'll also see the new ref today. He just got here a little while ago. His name is Dean. He's 26, single, and drop dead gorgeous!"

"Really?" exclaimed Diane.

"Uh, huh. He's got blond hair and dark eyes and a really good tan. He kinda looks like a surfer. And his body's really cut. Just wait 'til you see him--he almost makes me wish I weren't married!"

"I hope he refs my matches today," Karen said with a grin.

"So will all the other girls once they've seen him," said Jeannine. "He's gonna be one popular guy."

"Did those two new girls show up this morning to audition?" asked Diane.

"Yeah, they're with Laura right now. Turns out they're not just sisters, they're identical twins. Brittany and Courtney. They look kinda young, maybe only 20 or so, and they're real cute. Nice bodies, too."

"How big are they?" asked Karen. "What division would they be in?"

"If they make it, they'd be in the Lightweight Division with us, even though their tits are bigger than ours. They both look like they're packin' a pair of F cups."

"Oh, great," Diane groaned. "Just what we need. Two more young, big-titted bodies for our husbands to compare ours to."

"Come on, let's go watch the audition matches," said Karen. "I want to see these twins."

# # #

"So, which of you is Brittany and which is Courtney?" Laura asked the two bikini-clad blondes standing before her on the mat.

"I'm Brittany, and she's Courtney."

"My God, you two look exactly alike. Hair, face, body. Everything. I'll never be able to tell you apart."

"Well, there is one way you can tell who's who," said Brittany. "I've shaved my pussy and Courtney hasn't."

"Uh, since we don't wrestle naked here in the B.B.W.L., that's not going to help me much." Laura removed her robe and threw it to the side, revealing a nicely-filled, powder blue bikini. "OK, I'll wrestle you first, Brittany. Do you understand the rules that Rick just went over with you?"

"Yeah," replied the young woman as she reached back and unclasped her top.

"Wait a minute, what are you doing?" asked Laura.

"I fight better when my tits are swinging free," said Brittany as she slipped the thin straps over her shoulders. "Courtney does, too."

"The only time we wrestle topless around here is during a grudge match. Put your top back on," snapped Laura. She saw Brittany's hesitation. "Now."

Rick chuckled to himself as he joined his sable-haired wife and the nubile blonde on the mat. "All right, you two, get down on your knees. Brittany, this will be a five-minute match, the same length as our regular matches. No points will be awarded, though. Laura just wants to get a feel for how you wrestle. Do you have any questions before we start?"

"Nope," said Brittany as she eagerly lowered herself to her knees.

Rick set his stopwatch then called, "Wrestle!"

Right away, Laura had her hands full with the younger woman. Brittany was quick and agile, and she fought with an exuberant energy that Laura wasn't used to. Laura had to struggle mightily to get Brittany down, struggle to stay on top of her, fight hard to hold her in place, and fight like hell to get out of her holds.

By the time Rick called, "Break! Match is over," Laura had seen enough to know that Brittany was going to tear up the Lightweights. She gulped for air as she rose to her feet and retrieved her water bottle from the sidelines.

"So, am I in?" asked Brittany, her voice only slightly breathless.

"Yeah," Laura panted, "you are."

"OK, my turn!" said Courtney as she flounced to the center of the mat.

Laura took a long swig of water then shook her head. "No, if you're anywhere near as good as your sister, I don't need to wrestle you. You're both in. You can start wrestling next week."

"But I wanna wrestle you," Courtney pouted. "I love wrestlin' and I wanna show you how good I am."

"You did say you were going to audition both of us," said Brittany.

Laura took another drink of water and sighed, "Oh, all right. Just give me a couple minutes."

Laura soon discovered that Courtney's wrestling talent rivaled her sister's. Toward the end of their hard-fought match, Courtney had Laura pinned flat on her back beneath her when she said, "Brittany and I wanna start wrestling today, not next week."

"Can't," panted Laura. "Today's matches are already set."

"So? Just add us to the schedule."

"Can't do it."

"Can't, or won't?" muttered Courtney. She pulled Laura's trapped arms above her head and pinned both her wrists together with one of her surprisingly strong hands. With her other hand, Courtney reached down between their joined bodies and slipped inside Laura's bikini bottom.

Stunned into silence, Laura merely gasped as the younger woman's soft, lithe fingers found her pussy. Courtney slowly ran her fingers up and down the slit before beginning a sensual massage of Laura's clitoris. "Wow, you're really wet down there," she whispered as she expertly fingered Laura's nub. "So, do my sister and I get to wrestle today?"

"N-no."

Courtney rubbed faster. "Put us on the schedule."

Laura's only response was a breathy moan. Frustrated, Courtney gripped Laura's pussy and lightly squeezed while working the heel of her hand on Laura's fleshy mound. "I said, put us on the schedule."

"Ah, ah, oh God," breathed Laura.

Courtney placed her middle finger on Laura's excited clit and flicked it back and forth as she pressed her hand into Laura's mons. "Do we get to wrestle today? Huh?" She circled the slick nub with her finger then slipped her thumb inside Laura and gently pinched her clit.

'"Yes! Oh, yes! Yes!" Laura moaned as she tried to lift her hips off the mat and press her crotch more tightly against Courtney's magic fingers.

Rick called time, and Courtney immediately pulled her hand out of Laura's bottom and released her wrists. Jumping to her feet, Courtney said excitedly, "Brittany, Laura said we get to wrestle today! She's gonna put us on the schedule!"

"Good," said Brittany, "I can't wait! Let's go get something to drink now before the matches start, OK?"

With eyes shut and head reeling, Laura remained on her back for a long minute after the twins had gone bouncing off. Her aroused pussy ached almost painfully, desperate for relief. Rick gave her a hand up then looked at her closely. "You OK? You look kind of flushed, and you're breathing funny. Did Courtney give you more than you could handle? And what did she mean by 'Laura said we get to wrestle today'?"

Laura clamped her legs together. "She thinks I told her that they could starting wrestling today instead of next week."

"What? Why?"

"Just put them on the card, OK? Last match of the day. They can wrestle each other." Laura grabbed Rick's hand and pulled him toward the dressing room tents. "Come on, I need your help right now."

A wide, knowing grin broke out on Rick's face. "Looks like you really enjoyed wrestling the twins." As he allowed Laura to drag him along, Rick added, "You know, we don't have much time. The first match begins in ten minutes."

"I'll be done in two."

# # #

Seated in a grandstand, Brittany was scanning the crowd when her eyes stopped on a light-haired, barechested man in trunks who stood on the edge of the wrestling mat, talking to Rick. Although his back was to her, Brittany could see enough that her lips started to dry out and her pulse started to pick up speed. The man had wide, sculpted shoulders that looked like they'd been shaped from years of swimming. His back was strong and smooth, and it tapered down to a narrow waist and sleek hips. The trunks he wore were slightly baggy, but even still Brittany could make out two tightly-rounded butt cheeks and a pair of muscular thighs.

She liked the contrast between the deep, golden tan of his skin and the paleness of his slightly unkempt, sunbleached hair, and she liked watching the play of muscles across his back and arms as he donned the black-and-white striped shirt that Rick handed him.

When the man finally turned to face her direction, Brittany's eyes lit up and her mouth curved into a huge smile. She moistened her lips and nudged her sister in the ribs.

"Check out that guy! The blond ref! Is he hot, or what?"

"He's hot," agreed Courtney as she studied Dean with avid eyes. "Very hot. He's got 'fuck me' written all over him."

"Hmm. We need to meet him."

"Definitely."

Dean spent the morning assisting the other referees on the mat, and Brittany and Courtney spent the morning watching Dean. Their blue eyes glittered hungrily as they followed his every move, especially when he leaned over and his trunks tightened across his fine ass. After the first few matches, the sisters noticed the beginning of a bulge in the front of his trunks that slowly grew with each subsequent match. By the time the lunch break came, Dean's bulge had gotten so large that Brittany and Courtney were practically salivating.

"Come on," said Brittany as she jumped up from her seat, "let's go introduce ourselves."

The twins followed Dean from the wrestling area to the swimming pool then watched as he removed his shirt and dove cleanly into the water. They were dismayed, though, when they saw him immediately joined in the pool by several wrestlers who had the same idea of meeting the new ref.

Brittany quickly assessed the situation, then kicked off her sandals and removed her bikini top, releasing a pair of generously full, lightly tanned breasts. She reached behind Courtney's back, unclasped her top and pulled it off her shoulders. Grabbing her sister's hand, Brittany said in a determined voice, "We're going for a swim."

Dean caught a glimpse of bouncing bare breasts out of the corner of his eye, and his head turned with a jerk. For a split second, he thought he was seeing double: there, on the patio, were two sets of identical breasts--same size, same shape, same tan lines--belonging to two identical looking girls. He blinked his eyes a couple of times, but the fascinating vision remained.

When the other women in the pool realized they'd lost Dean's attention, their jealous eyes followed his gaze to Brittany and Courtney. Seeing that the two were topless and making a beeline for Dean and not wanting to be shown up by the sexy young strangers, each of the women hurriedly removed her own top and threw it aside. By the time the twins had waded through the chest-high water to reach them, the women had surrounded Dean in a tight circle and were all talking and flirting with him at once, each vying for his undivided attention.

Rick and Steve, Diane's husband, were passing by the swimming pool. "Will you look at that? Man, he's got the world by the ass right now," said Steve, shaking his head in disbelief and envy at the sight of Dean and his harem in the pool.

"Oh, I don't know," answered Rick as he watched Laura and Diane walk together toward the pool house, their pretty, barely-covered breasts swaying enticingly as they moved. "I think we've got it pretty good ourselves right now."

Brittany and Courtney were getting frustrated by their inability to get close to the hunky ref. The other women had succeeded in shutting them out and were monopolizing Dean, questioning him playfully and talking and laughing with him while trying to thrust their bobbing breasts under his nose.

Courtney glanced at the waterfall at the far end of the freeform, rock swimming pool, glanced back at Dean then got an idea. "Come on, Brit, we need to swim some laps. Expand our lungs."

Brittany gave her twin a questioning look. Courtney ran her tongue over her lips repeatedly while nodding her head up and down and shifting her eyes to Dean. "Oh! OK. Let's do it," said Brittany.

The sisters began to swim underwater laps across the enormous pool, taking deeper and deeper breaths and staying under the water for longer and longer periods of time. After several minutes, Brittany signaled her readiness to Courtney and they made their way back to the circle of bare-breasted women surrounding Dean.

"Excuse us," Brittany said as she and Courtney pushed and pulled the other women out of their way.

"What do you think you're doing?" "Let go of my arm!" "Who the hell are you?"

"Hi," cooed Brittany, looking up into Dean's amused but very interested eyes. "I'm Brittany and this is my sister Courtney."

"I'm Dean."

"Hi, Dean. We heard you're new here. It's our first day here, too." As she spoke, Brittany tried to sneak a peak at the crotch of his trunks to see if that impressive bulge was still there, but the water obscured her view.

"Oh, yeah? How do you like it?" Dean's gaze dropped to her floating tits and puckered pink nipples then moved across to her sister's matching set, and he felt his still-hardened cock twitch a few times.

"A lot, seeing how you're one of the refs," said Brittany. "Come on, there's something we wanna show you." She grabbed one of Dean's muscular arms and urged him toward the deep end of the pool. "You ladies don't mind if we borrow him for a few minutes, do you?" she asked with saccharine sweetness. "We promise to bring him back in one piece."

Giggling, Courtney took Dean's other arm and helped her sister pull him away as the women shot daggers at the twins with their eyes. They headed to the large, crescent-shaped waterfall that cascaded down several feet into the swimming pool. Passing through the curtain of water, they found themselves in a cave-like pocket of total seclusion.

The concrete wall of the pool had been extended up and over about six feet. Sheets of water fell noisily from the edge, sending up misty sprays as they hit the surface of the pool water and forming a kind of privacy drape around the threesome.

A concrete bench long enough to seat four adults was built into the side of the pool, and the twins pressed Dean to sit down on the bench before sitting down on either side of him. The water came up to Dean's nipples, covering most of his hard, smooth chest but leaving his well-defined pecs exposed to the girls' view.

"So, what did you want to show me?" Dean asked with an excited grin.

"Our breath control," replied Brittany. She reached underwater, gripped the waistband of Dean's trunks with both hands and wriggled them off his body. She felt rather than saw his erection, and she wet her lips in anticipation. Placing his trunks on the overhead ledge, Brittany proudly asserted, "Our breath control is outstanding," before filling her lungs with air and ducking her head under the water.

Dean groaned as Brittany's lips closed around his cock and slowly slid down and up his entire length, the heat of her mouth warming his shaft as she moved over him. She gripped his base with a circled finger and thumb and firmly massaged the bottom inch of his cock as she sucked the bulbous head.

Meanwhile, Courtney leaned into Dean and rubbed her breasts against his body, teasing him with her erect nipples, before drawing his head down and kissing him deeply. Dean's hand found one of her breasts and he cupped it and thumbed her stiff bud as he returned her kiss. He pushed his tongue into Courtney's mouth; she trapped it with her lips and suckled him hard, mimicking her sister's suckling of his cock.

After about a minute, Brittany surfaced. Her hand replaced her mouth on Dean's rigid member, and she stroked him as she spoke. "OK, Court, your turn. You'll like him, he's a real mouthful."

Courtney eagerly dunked her head and pulled her twin's hand off Dean's cock. As her mouth covered his long shaft, her hand covered his suspended, nearly weightless sac. She heated it with her palm until it loosened and she was able to separate the balls with her fingers. Dean groaned with approval as Courtney massaged his balls one a time, rolling them gently in her hand, while she continued to pleasure his cock with her lips and tongue.

Brittany had cupped one of her tits and offered it to Dean's mouth. He took it immediately and began to feast on her nipple as if he were starving, his deep, hungry sucks sending shivers throughout her body. Impulsively, Brittany grabbed her other tit and lifted it to her own mouth, licked the nipple until it peaked then sucked it with equal vigor.

Dean and Brittany were both moaning loudly when Courtney's smiling face emerged from the water. "You're right," she purred, "I do like him. OK, Brit, you get to go again."

As Brittany's hot mouth took its turn on his cock, Courtney snuggled against Dean and placed wet kisses on his lips and throat. She trailed her kisses down his chest until she reached a hard, dark nipple. Courtney touched her tongue to the tiny bud and got an immediate reaction.

"Ahhh!" Dean groaned as Courtney licked his sensitive nipple. When she covered it with her lips and nursed on it, his groan became a yell and his entire body convulsed with a powerful climax.

Brittany continued to stroke Dean's cock with her mouth as load after load of hot semen shot down her throat. When she was sure she'd milked every last drop from him, Brittany raised her head out of the water and soundly smacked her lips.

"Oh--oh, man," Dean panted, "that was something else." Awestruck, he looked back and forth between the twins. "You girls sure do have outstanding breath control."

Brittany flashed a self-satisfied smile. "If you like, we can give you another demonstration later, after we wrestle."

"I'd like."

# # #

The last scheduled match of the day had ended when Laura's voice came over the loudspeaker. "Hey, everybody, don't leave yet. Another match has been added, a Lightweight bout. It'll be starting just minutes from now, at 5:00, so please stay put."

Heather was seated beside Julie in the top row of one of the grandstands and was engaging in her second-favorite pastime--people watching--when she spied Brittany and Courtney. The sisters had moved to the center of the wrestling mat and were talking to Rick and Laura.

"Look, Jul. Those must be the twins everybody's talking about."

"Wow, they are identical," said Julie. "And they're even wearing identical bathing suits. How does anyone tell them apart?"

"I don't know. I think Laura should make them wear different color bikinis from now on." Heather studied the newcomers intently. "They've sure got nice bodies, but I heard they're a couple of bitches. There're already some women here who want to kick their butts."

Julie bent her head and pressed her mouth to Heather's ear. "Their bodies aren't as nice as yours," she whispered huskily. Heather nestled in closer to her friend and smiled in anticipation of the night ahead.

Exactly at 5:00, Laura's voice came back over the loudspeaker. "OK, today's final match is a Lightweight Division bout between our very newest wrestlers. Both in pink bikinis, please welcome Brittany and her twin sister Courtney."

An enthusiastic cheer rose from the crowd as the sisters waved, shook hands then dropped to their knees and squared off against each other. Dean was standing nearby on the mat, ready to assist Rick with the refereeing, and both girls looked up at him and licked their lips simultaneously. He felt his cock stir, and he was suddenly glad the matches only lasted five minutes.

Brittany and Courtney came together with a clash when the bell rang. As if by pre-arrangement, they immediately ripped off each other's top, releasing their breasts and delighting the spectators.

Dressed only in tiny thongs, the girls appeared at first glance to be fighting naked. Their rounded butt cheeks quivered sexily and their large, firm breasts swung and smashed together repeatedly as they struggled with each other. Before long, a fine sheen of perspiration covered their bodies, emphasizing the smoothness and healthy color of their skin.

Watching the topless battle, it wasn't only the men who wanted a "piece" of Brittany and Courtney. Among the crowd were a number of women who wanted nothing better at that moment than to get their thighs around each girl's head, get her arms behind her back and get their hands on her tits.

The twins were equally matched in strength, skill and competitiveness, and four and a half minutes into the fight, the score was tied at two points apiece. After pulling each other down from a kneeling position, Brittany quickly snaked her arm around Courtney's neck and was able to get her in a headlock. Brittany pressed the side of her body into her sister and forced her onto her back. Brittany's lower breast was smashed against Courtney's face, an erect nipple within a quarter inch of her mouth.

Courtney whimpered in pain and frustration, helpless to escape the hold. One of her arms was pinned under Brittany and the only thing her other arm could reach to grab was Brittany's toned thigh.

Rick started calling the ten-count, and Brittany started taunting her sister. "Ha, ha, I'm gonna win. I've always said I'm a better fighter than you, and this just proves it." To emphasize her dominance, Brittany released some of the pressure on Courtney's neck then quickly re-applied it, harder than before.

Desperate to win herself, Courtney did the one thing she knew would distract her sister into releasing the hold: she stuck out her moist, pointy tongue and touched it to Brittany's nipple. Brittany, still aroused from earlier in the day, shivered and moaned and tried to push it into her sister's mouth. When Courtney began flicking her tongue back and forth over the sensitive bud, Brittany let go of her own wrist, releasing the pressure on her twin, and Rick stopped counting.

As Brittany's free hand sought her other nipple to pleasure it, Courtney grabbed her sister's arm and pried it off her neck then gripped both of Brittany's hands and rolled over on top of her. Courtney planted her knees on either side of Brittany's body and forced her twin's outstretched arms down to the mat.

Rick called a five-count for the pin. "That wasn't fair," Brittany hissed at Courtney as they rose to their knees to resume wrestling. "I'm gonna get you back for that."

The bell rang before Rick could give the command to wrestle. "Which one are you?" he asked as he helped Courtney to her feet and raised her hand in victory.

"The better fighter," teased Courtney. She told Rick her name and he mouthed it to Laura.

Dean had retrieved both sisters' tops and he gave them to Brittany after helping her up off the mat. Brittany pressed her body close to his and whispered, "There's a bedroom in the pool house. We'll meet you there in 10 minutes." Hard and eager, Dean watched the twins as they walked away, their bare tits and almost-bare ass cheeks bouncing and swaying with each seductive step.

A throaty voice broke into his thoughts. "Let me know when you get tired of those young girls. I'd be happy to show you how a mature woman--a real woman--treats a man."

Dean turned to see an attractive, very buxom brunette beside him. She stuck her hand out and gave him a firm shake when he clasped it. "My name is Marilyn."

"Uh, nice to meet you. My name is Dean."

"So I've heard." Marilyn glanced toward the pool house and saw the twins' retreating backsides, both sets of cheeks wriggling suggestively as the girls walked. "They're hot, I'll give 'em that," she said. "But they're also very young. You should keep my offer in mind." With a bawdy wink, she turned and left.

Brittany and Courtney had taken a quick shower together and were lying on the bed, naked and impatient, when Dean entered the bedroom. As he soon as he was within their reach, the twins sprang to their knees and pulled him onto the bed. They made short work of his trunks and shirt then pushed him flat on his back and began their seduction.

Brittany muscled her way to Dean's cock, shoving her sister aside roughly. She wrapped her greedy lips around him, took him fully into her mouth and sucked hard. She curled her tongue around him, licked and suckled, over and over, and dragged him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Dean groaned with pleasure as she worked his base, gently massaging his sizeable balls, and slid him in and out of her mouth.

"Which one are you?" Dean rasped as Courtney knelt beside him and dragged her pretty tits up and down his torso.

"I'm Courtney," she said, adding, "I'm the one without the shaved pussy." She bent her head and licked at his nipples, her tits resting like soft pillows on his hard stomach.

Courtney had both of Dean's nipples pinched lightly between her fingers when she sought out his mouth with hers. After first nibbling and sucking on his full, sensual lips, she thrust her tongue inside and ran it leisurely around his mouth and over his teeth. Dean captured her tongue with his lips and suckled it, drawing an excited moan from Courtney as she felt her pussy muscles tighten in response.

Courtney broke the kiss and anxiously moved her body on top of Dean's, straddling his shoulders with her knees. She positioned her crotch directly over Dean's mouth then slowly lowered herself and kissed him with her pussy lips, pressing them gently against his mouth in the barest of caresses then slithering them across his lips in a nice wet smooch.

Dean returned Courtney's erotic kiss with a passion. Her well-trimmed hair tickled his face as he drove his tongue between her nether lips and slid it back and forth along her moist inner flesh, lapping her with flat, broad strokes. After licking around her pussy hole, he stiffened his tongue and thrust it inside, and Courtney began a slow ride on his face. His questing tongue found her clit; he was surprised and more than a little excited by the size of it. For several seconds, he circled it with his tongue then sucked the nub between his lips and licked it with a rapid motion.

Brittany felt Dean's cock jerk inside her mouth, and she decided to take the first ride on it. She gave his balls a gentle squeeze as she pulled her lips off him and rose to her knees. She was about to straddle his hips and impale herself on his steely rod when Courtney cried out, "Wait a minute, what do you think you're doing? You shouldn't get him first, I should get him first! I won the match!"

"Well, I made him come!"

"Only because I was sucking his nipple!"

"I'm older than you," Brittany said with finality.

"By ten lousy minutes? So what? You know, I'm getting sick and tired of you always trying to be the boss and acting like you're better than me. I deserve him first, and I'm gonna get him first!" Courtney pushed her sister away from Dean, toppling Brittany off her knees. She launched herself at Brittany and soon both twins had their hands locked in each other's hair and were rolling around grappling on the bed.

As arousing as the girls' naked catfight was, Dean broke it up almost immediately. He didn't want either one to get hurt and, more importantly, he wanted to get some pussy.

"All right," panted Brittany as she rose to her knees after Dean had separated her from Courtney. "Let's do it. Right here and now. Winner gets to fuck Dean first. Agreed?"

"Agreed," said Courtney.

Brittany turned to Dean. "We're gonna need the whole bed. Go sit in that chair over there while we settle this."

"So, just how are you girls gonna settle this thing?" asked Dean.

Courtney gave him a carnal look and answered, "The same way we've been settling our differences since we were 12 years old. With a pussy fight."

Dean was glad he was already sitting down because her words floored him. "Um, uh, you two pussy fight all the time?"

"Yeah," Courtney said matter-of-factly. "We started it because our parents didn't allow fighting at home. So when we had a problem with each other, one of us would sneak into the other's bedroom at night and we'd settle it on the bed. Whoever comes first in the fight, loses. We still settle things that way. And after all these years, Brittany's and my record are just about even."

Dean had heard about pussy fights--that they were invented by New York fashion models who wanted a way to settle their differences in a real fight but without risking bruises and hence their jobs--but he'd never witnessed one before and never thought he would in this lifetime.

Dean's heart raced and his cock twitched uncontrollably as he watched the twins position themselves for their fight. Seated facing each other, they had spread their legs wide open, placed their hands flat behind them and leaned back on their arms. Their abundant breasts bounced against their chests as they scooted forward and each thrust her left leg under her sister's right leg. They lined up their crotches then edged closer and closer to the other until coming to a halt with their pussies just a hair's-breadth apart.

Both girls had been built for pussy fighting. Their engorged, highly-visible clits were even longer than their fully-lengthened nipples; though this made them vulnerable in a sex fight, it also gave them the unusual advantage of being able to penetrate another woman.

Except for Brittany's being smooth shaven, the sisters' pussies were identical: Their mounds were only slightly rounded and their outer lips were thin and not particularly long, contrasting greatly with their large, protruding clits. Their shiny inner flesh was a very appetizing shade of pink.

Courtney gripped the back of her sister's neck with her right hand, and Brittany did likewise. Leaning back on their left arms, they used the neck grips to pull themselves together. They stared into each other's eyes, unmoving, until Brittany cried, "Go." Immediately, they mashed pussies and began to rock their pelvises, grinding them against each other. They shifted their bodies around a few times, jockeying for best position, as each girl tried to avoid a direct rub to her clit while trying to rub her sister's directly.

The twins were already highly aroused and it didn't take long until they were panting and moaning with excitement. Their hips found a steady, sensual rhythm, undulating back and forth as if they were conjoined. Brittany's eyes had drifted closed, her mind wanting to enjoy the sensations her body was feeling, but she jerked them open when she felt her tension build dangerously close to the breaking point. Courtney had won their last pussy-bout and there was no way Brittany was going to allow her two victories in a row.

Brittany pulled her hand off Courtney's neck and grabbed one of her sister's excited nipples instead. Raising and turning her lower body slightly, Brittany attacked Courtney's pussy from a different angle while tugging on her nipple.

"Oh, ah, ahhh," Courtney groaned as Brittany's clit slipped inside her wet folds and fenced with her own nubby weapon. Her nipple tingled with both pain and pleasure as Brittany worked it over, and she felt her pussy muscles tighten in turn. Courtney knew she was fast approaching her peak; she also knew she was tired of her sister's selfish, bossy ways and was not going to let her have Dean first.

Courtney pushed off with her supporting arm and launched herself forward, forcing Brittany onto her back. With pussies still joined, she covered her twin's body with her own and began a lip-and-tongue attack on one of Brittany's nipples.

"Ah!" cried Brittany. "No fair, you bitch! Get your mouth off my nipple!" She grabbed a handful of Courtney's hair and tried pulling her sister's face away from her sensitive bud while furiously rubbing her clit with her own. Although her groans became much louder, Courtney continued to nibble and suck away, even when Brittany twisted the nipple she still had pinched between her fingers.

Dean's groin was throbbing with almost unbearable tension as he watched the twins' erotic battle. He was incredibly hot and hard, the skin over his balls stretched tight. His cock pulsed in his hand but he forced himself not to stroke it, knowing just a few firm strokes would have him shooting his load and wanting to save his erection for the winner's juiced-up pussy.

Between Courtney's talented mouth on her breast and her sister's thrusting clit in her pussy, Brittany nearly lost it. In desperation, she rolled their bodies over, using Courtney's hair for leverage, and assumed the dominant position. Figuring two could play her sister's game, Brittany gripped one of Courtney's breasts and brought it to her mouth as she continued a grinding assault on Courtney's pussy.

Courtney had kept her lips stubbornly clamped on Brittany's nipple even as her twin was changing their positions. When she felt Brittany's lips, tongue and teeth on her own nipple and the corresponding tug inside her pussy, Courtney reached down and wedged her hand between their crotches and broke the contact.

Slipping first one then two fingers inside Brittany's wet, aching hole, Courtney finger fucked her sister while rubbing Brittany's clit with the heel of her thumb and sucking Brittany's tit for all she was worth. Brittany released Courtney's nipple from her mouth and cried out wantonly, arching her back and pressing herself against Courtney's hand. In a scant ten seconds, she was down for the count.

"Oh! Oh! Damn you, Courtney!" moaned Brittany as her tension broke and her pussy clenched around her sister's fingers. Courtney continued to pump her fingers fast and deep into Brittany until the orgasmic tremors finally ceased and her hand was thoroughly drenched. With a sigh, Brittany rolled off her twin and collapsed in a boneless heap on the bed.

Courtney wasted no time in claiming her prize. Rising to her knees, she stuck her curvy ass toward Dean and looked back at him over her shoulder. "I get you first. Bring that cock of yours over here now."

Dean sprang to his feet, and his straining erection sprang almost to his stomach. Standing at the foot of the bed, he placed his hands on Courtney's hips and urged her back toward the edge until her butt cheeks were pressed against his groin and his cock nestled inside her crack. Courtney rotated her hips sinuously, rubbing herself on Dean in blatant invitation. Grabbing his cock with both hands, Dean slid it up and down between the luscious orbs of her ass before slipping it inside her pussy.

Courtney arched her back and shoved her butt into the air to give Dean easier access. "God, you're so hot," he groaned, "so hot and so damn tight." He gripped her hips and with each forward thrust he pulled her back hard against him, imbedding his cock fully inside her snug pussy and causing her ass cheeks and dangling tits to shake in rhythm.

Courtney's breaths were coming in short, panting gasps and her moans deepened and mixed with Dean's own growls of pleasure as he pistoned in and out of her. When he upped the tempo, pumping even harder and faster into her hot, wet sex, his balls began to swing violently and slap against Courtney's protruding clit.

It was too much for her. Courtney cried out brokenly as her body jerked and convulsed in an explosive orgasm. Dean's release came just a few seconds later, the feeling so intense it was close to pain. It took a long time for him to empty and even after, as he felt the fluttering little aftershocks in her pussy, he spasmed inside of her.

Dean collapsed on his back between the twins, his arm thrown over his eyes as he struggled to catch his breath. Brittany was on him immediately. "OK, my turn," she said as she rose to her knees and clasped his limp cock in her hands. Expertly, she manipulated him into a semi-hard state.

Seeing that her hunky lover might soon be ready to go again, Courtney moved to help her sister. "I want some more," she whined before leaning over Dean and hungrily licking and sucking his nipples.

A masculine voice came from the doorway. "Man, I've been looking all over for you! I should have known I'd find you in the bedroom."

Dean didn't bother looking up. "Yeah, well, it's about time you showed," he said. "I need help, I'm getting double teamed here. Tag me, bro."

Brittany and Courtney stared in amazement at the man approaching the bed. "Oh my God, you've got a twin, too!" Brittany exclaimed to Dean.

"No, not a twin. Mark's a year younger than me," said Dean. "But I guess we do look a lot alike."

"I'll say," Courtney purred as she took in Mark's handsome face, thick blond hair and tanned sculpted body. Her eyes dropped to the front of his shorts, and she licked her lips when she saw a bulge that looked every bit as big as his brother's.

Dean caught Courtney's reaction to his brother and grinned. "For your information, Mark is going to be a ref, too. He had to work today, but he'll be starting here next week."

"Good," Brittany said smugly as she watched her sister tug at Mark's clothes. "I've never liked having to share and now I don't have to." With a cat-like grin, she turned back to Dean and her lips soon replaced her hands on his cock.