Jeannine and her rivalrous sister-in-law mix it up--and so do their mothers.

By the time the threesome arrived at Tony and Nicole's house, the party was in full swing. There were close to forty people in attendance, but the home's spacious patio easily accommodated not only the guests but a bar, a lavish buffet spread and the DJ's equipment.

Tony had done very well for himself. At age thirty, he was already one of the most successful commercial real estate agents in Orange County, and his house reflected that success. An elegant tri-level, it was located just a couple of miles from the ocean and was a far grander home than Ray could ever hope to afford on his cop's salary.

It was a typically warm September day and most of the party guests wore bathing suits, though only a few were in the pool. After greeting their hosts, Ray, Jeannine and Marie went inside to change. The brand new, tangerine-colored bikini that Jeannine had brought had a conservative bottom but a low-cut top that showed off her firm, high D cups, and Ray whistled when he saw her in it. But when Marie emerged wearing her new suit, Ray's mouth suddenly became too dry to even put his lips together.

The purple one-piece molded her womanly curves to perfection and allowed Ray to see for the first time how truly large and beautiful Marie's breasts were. Full, rounded and flawlessly smooth, they were so big they spilled out of the suit's bodice and drew Ray's eyes like a magnet. She had tied a sheer, purple print sarong around her hips that emphasized their feminine sway as she walked toward him.

"Well?" Marie asked. "How do I look?"

"You, uh, you look great," stammered Ray. "I never knew you had such a good, uh, you know, good body."

Marie threw back her head and laughed, and her breasts jiggled enticingly. "What you mean is, you never knew I had such big boobs." She looked down at her chest then up at Ray. "Joe never allowed me to wear anything revealing in public. Said he wanted to keep these treasures all to himself."

"I can understand that," Ray muttered under his breath.

"Well, I think you look fantastic, Mom. Very hot." Jeannine spied a vase of fresh flowers on a nearby table and plucked a lavender-hued blossom from the arrangement. Snapping off the stem, she stuck it in her mother's thick, wavy, dark hair and stepped back to admire her handiwork.

"Perfect." Jeannine took her mother's arm. "Come on, let's go find Nicole. I can't wait to see her face when she sees you in this bathing suit."

"Just remember to mind your manners, Jeannie. Save all that spite of yours for the wrestling match."

Alexa had arrived at the party nearly an hour before Ray and the two women made their appearance. Scanning the crowd of guests, she had smiled to herself in satisfaction, believing she would have no problem holding her own in the attraction department that day, even among all the younger women there. Her driver's license might say she was fifty, but the thrice-divorced Alexa felt she had the face of a forty-year-old and the body of a thirty-year-old. She worked hard to stay svelte and toned and even harder to keep her breasts firm and youthful, wearing a bra to bed every night for years and finally resorting to a breast lift. She had worn her favorite designer bikini to the party, a black halter number, because of how perky it made her B cups look and how it showcased her tight little ass.

It hadn't taken Alexa long to mark her prey. After a scant half hour of mingling, she had narrowed it down to two of the older men present, both of whom were probably in their forties and either of whose wives she decided would be an excellent fight opponent. She had immediately gone to work on the men, one at a time, sitting or standing a little too close to them, touching them and touching herself suggestively as she spoke, constantly moistening her collagen-plumped lips with her tongue and making unholy promises with her eyes.

Judging from the reactions of the wives, Alexa felt she was making real progress when Ray, Jeannine and Marie joined the party dressed in their bathing suits. Right away, her targets' attention turned from her to the voluptuous olive-skinned woman in the purple suit, as did the attention of a lot of the other, much younger men. Alexa seethed inside as she watched the men slowly gravitate to Marie. She could see all her well-laid plans going up in smoke, and she wished for the ground to suddenly open up and swallow the other woman. Either that, or for the opportunity to beat the smile off Marie's face and twist those disgusting bovine tits off her body.

As the day went on, Ray also noticed how much attention his mother-in-law was garnering. Marie's earthy good looks, natural warmth and unpretentious charm--and superb breasts--drew the men to her like flies. She never lacked for dance or conversation partners, and she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. Ray watched as she devoured several barbecued ribs, ripping the meat with her teeth and smacking her lips after she'd sucked the sauce off the bone. Marie ate the way she danced and laughed and did most everything else--with gusto--and Ray couldn't help wondering if she made love with that same zest and zeal.

It was after four o'clock and more than half of the guests had left when Nicole approached Jeannine about their wrestling match. "So, are we still going to do it?"

"You bet your ass," replied Jeannine. "Whenever you're ready."

"I'm ready now. I'll have Tony and Ray set things up for us."

Nicole started to leave, and Jeannine put a hand on her sister-in-law's arm to stop her. "Wait a minute. What would you think about making this a submission match?"

"You mean, like that grudge match yesterday?"

"Yeah, except it wouldn't be topless. And there wouldn't be any ten-counts given for pins or holds. It would just go on until somebody submits."

Nicole thought about it briefly then said, "Yeah, I like that idea. I'd like to hear you submit to me in front of everybody."

"The only submission anybody's gonna hear is yours."

"We'll see," Nicole said with a sneer as she walked away.

While their wives went inside to ready themselves for the match, Tony and Ray got to work preparing the wrestling site. They spread several blankets on the grass to create a large square wrestling "mat" and, with the help of some eager male guests, ringed the blankets with patio chairs for the spectators. Most of the remaining party guests had been about to leave when Tony announced the forthcoming bikini wrestling match, and instantly they had changed their minds. They all wanted to see this last, very unexpected bit of entertainment.

Upstairs in the master bedroom, Alexa helped her daughter prepare for the bout. "All right, take off your earrings and let's put your hair in a tight ponytail."

Nicole removed her large, solid gold hoops along with the rest of her jewelry and dropped them in her jewelry box. She sat down at the vanity and allowed her mother to style her hair in a ponytail that even a tornado wouldn't have been able to undo. When she was through, Alexa surprised Nicole by double-knotting the string ties of her bikini top.

"That's so Jeannine can't get your top off easily and get to your tits."

"I don't think she's going to try that. This is a straight wrestling match. Besides, there's not much here for her to grab." Nicole looked down at her chest ruefully.

"There are always the nipples. She could do a lot of damage to those. Anyway, baby, I think your tits are fabulous. They're like two perfect little plums standing up so nice and proud. They don't need to be any larger. Everyone knows that anything more than a handful is a waste."

Nicole was inclined to disagree, having seen all the attention paid to the huge-breasted B.B.W.L. wrestlers the day before and to Jeannine and Marie at the party, but she remained silent. Moving away from the ornately-carved furniture, she performed a series of stretching exercises to try and limber up her body, paying special attention to her beautifully long and strong dancer's legs.

"I'm going to get Jeannine in some of those scissor holds we saw yesterday. They seemed really effective."

"Head scissors are," said Alexa as she rummaged through her Gucci tote bag. "But one of the fastest ways to get a submission is by getting your hands on a woman's tits. Very few women can handle a sustained attack on their tits and nipples. Or on their pussies," she added. "Though that probably wouldn't be appropriate in this match."

Nicole looked at her mother in surprise. "How do you know so much about fighting?"

"Oh--when I was young I had to defend myself a time or two against some jealous girl. You know how it is." Alexa pulled a bottle of sunscreen from her bag and held it up. "Now, we just have to oil you and you'll be ready to go."

"I don't need any more sunscreen, Mom, I put on plenty this morning. Besides, it's too late in the day to burn."

"This isn't for sun protection, Nicky. It's to make your skin slick so it'll be harder for Jeannine to get a grip on you and to hold it. It'll give you an advantage in the beginning." Alexa smoothed the orange-scented oil over her daughter's body, avoiding Nicole's hands and taking care not to rub it into the skin. "All right, baby. Time to go and win your first fight."

Jeannine was already on the makeshift mat and the spectators were already seated when Nicole and Alexa emerged from the house. "Alexa, over here," Marie called out as she gestured to the chair she'd saved next to hers, and Alexa had no choice but to sit beside the woman who had spoiled her day.

Nicole joined Jeannine and their husbands on the mat and engaged her rival in a staredown as Ray went over the rules. "Okay, you two have decided this is going to be a one-fall submission match. All wrestling holds will be allowed except choke holds. There's to be no hitting, biting, scratching, gouging or hair pulling. You get one warning for an infraction and if you break the rules again, you'll be disqualified and lose the match. If at any time a wrestler's shoulders leave the mat, both of you have to release and re-start in the middle. Any questions?"

The women shook their heads, so Ray ordered them to shake hands and get down on their knees to start. There was a rousing cheer from the spectators as the sexy sisters-in-law knelt and squared off against each other. The visual contrast between the two young women was undeniably exciting: blonde Nicole, taller, leaner, a true California golden girl in a white thong that displayed her perfect round ass and a ruffled top that camouflaged her lack of breasts, and brunette Jeannine, curvier, darker skinned and more sultry looking, with very full, very kissable lips and spirited eyes the color of unsweetened chocolate.

"Wrestle!" cried Tony, and the women immediately leaned forward on their knees and got each other in a front headlock. Jeannine had to struggle to keep her arm on Nicole's oiled neck and eventually Nicole was able to pull her down to the mat. The blonde tried to wrap her long legs anywhere around her rival's body, but Jeannine avoided the scissors by constantly twisting and kicking Nicole's legs away from her.

"Come on, Nicky, work the hold!" Alexa called out excitedly. "Tighten your arm on her!"

Marie was just as vocal. "Come on, Jeannie, try to get out of her hold! Come on, you can do it!"

Jeannine released the headlock she had on Nicole then used both her hands to remove Nicole's arms from her neck. Planting her foot in the blonde's taut stomach, Jeannine pushed her away and then launched herself quick as a flash on top of Nicole. Grunting with effort, Jeannine grabbed the blonde's hands and tried to pin them down as well as grapevine her legs, but Nicole was able to roll onto her side, pulling Jeannine with her. Again, she tried to scissor Jeannine with her legs but, again, Jeannine wouldn't allow it.

For a couple of minutes, the heavily panting women struggled and traded dominance back and forth with loud encouragement from the spectators, especially Alexa and Marie. Both wrestlers' bodies became slick from a combination of sweat and Nicole's oily sunscreen, making their smooth skin glisten in the late afternoon sun but also making it difficult to get and maintain any holds, and the women became more than a little frustrated. Fighting with all their might for an advantage, Nicole grudgingly admitted to herself that wrestling was not as easy as it looked while Jeannine had to secretly admit that her rival was stronger than she looked.

Tony could feel his cock fill and lengthen as he watched his beautiful wife grapple with his nicely endowed sister-in-law. It was hands down one of the most exciting things he had ever witnessed. Seeing Nicole's bared ass cheeks clench in effort and quiver invitingly as she wrestled the brunette, Tony decided where he would be burying his cock that night.

Ray's cock had hardened, too, especially after Jeannine's bikini bottom slipped down her hips a little and her dense bush was revealed, but the brothers' erections weren't the only ones in Tony's backyard. Half a dozen other tents had been pitched inside male spectators' trunks and shorts, and their owners were trying to figure out a way to stroke themselves with no one the wiser.

Jeannine was finally able to get Nicole in another headlock and force her onto her back. Trapping both of Nicole's arms as she leaned hard against her, Jeannine smashed her breasts in the blonde's face and tightened her arm like a vise around Nicole's neck. Nicole squirmed and kicked her legs wildly as she tried to get out of the hold. Jeannine's breasts covered her nose and mouth as well as one eye, and Nicole was finding it hard to breathe.

"What were you saying about not needing tits to wrestle?" Jeannine asked in a smug whisper, pushing her breasts even harder into Nicole's face. "You wouldn't be able to do this, now, would you? You don't have any tits at all. I saw bigger ones than yours on some of the men here today!"

Nicole shouted out a string of obscenities in response, but they were muffled by Jeannine's fabric-covered breasts. Fuming, she doubled her efforts to escape the hold and managed to turn her body over and get Jeannine's breasts off her face, though she ended up with Jeannine on her back still hanging on to the headlock.

Jeannine brought herself to a sitting position on Nicole's lower back with her legs on either side of the blonde. Releasing the headlock, Jeannine immediately grabbed Nicole's chin with both hands and pulled back as hard as she could.

Nicole moaned in pain as her upper body was lifted off the mat and her back forced to bow. She planted her hands on the mat and straightened her arms, supporting herself and attempting to take some of the pressure off her back, and she tried desperately to buck Jeannine from her perch. Nicole soon found, however, that she couldn't get Jeannine to budge no matter what she did, and a frustrated groan escaped her lips.

Jeannine laughed. "So you thought you could beat me, huh?" She released the pressure on Nicole's chin slightly then pulled back on it again even harder. "You might as well submit now, Nicole. You can't get out of this hold, and I can sit here and do this all day long."

Stubbornly, Nicole continued to struggle but Jeannine's weight kept her pinned down and left her with no way to escape; all she could do was kick with her legs like a helpless baby. Nicole seethed inside, and her face became flushed with frustration and humiliation.

"All right, Jeannie, you've got it won! Way to go, honey!" Marie clapped her hands in delight.

Alexa was seething nearly as much as Nicole. No way was her daughter going to be beaten by Marie's daughter. "Grab her legs, Nicky!" she called out. "Grab them hard!"

Nicole hesitated a few seconds before picking up her hands from the mat, making Jeannine support all her upper body weight, and reaching back and clutching at Jeannine's legs. She dug her fingers into the fronts of Jeannine's thighs, and the brunette yelped in pain.

"She's gouging me!" screamed Jeannine. "With her nails! She's gouging me!"

"I am not, I'm just grabbing you."

"Get your fuckin' fingernails out of my skin! NOW!" When Nicole didn't obey her shouted command, Jeannine released her rival's chin in order to pry off her hands. Nicole's chest fell back to the mat and she was forced to put her hands down to try and soften the fall.

"Bitch!" hissed Jeannine as she rubbed her thighs. She was examining them for cuts when Nicole took the opportunity to buck and roll Jeannine off her back.

Ray stepped in. "Okay, you two, start on your knees again."

Adrenalin--mixed with a fair amount of venom--shot through both women's bodies as they squared off for the second time. Tony yelled, "Wrestle," and they came together with a clash. Panting, moaning, grunting and groaning, Jeannine and Nicole clutched at each other and fought it out, each more determined than ever to win. The spectators' raucous cheers were working the two wrestlers into a frenzy, and Marie grew a little concerned that one of them might get hurt. Alexa, on the other hand, was concerned that one of them might not. She smelled blood, and she wished that the girls would engage in a real, no-holds-barred fight and that her Nicky could get the chance to brutalize Jeannine before the men stepped in and ruined the fun.

After battling for several minutes without gaining an advantage, Nicole remembered what her mother had said about going after breasts to get a quick submission. She waited until she and Jeannine were in a clinch to unclasp the back of Jeannine's top then, as they rolled and struggled, she managed to work it off Jeannine's body and expose her large targets. Jeannine tried to level the playing field by tearing off Nicole's top, but the double knots around her neck and back held fast.

Jeannine had been stripped of her top more times than she could count in the B.B.W.L., so she was unfazed that her breasts were now naked to everyone's view. Her only concern was protecting them from her opponent while winning the match. The male spectators were far from unaffected, though, at the sight of Jeannine's lush beauties. Their cheers became even wilder and their cocks even harder. Both Ray and Tony sported full-on erections that threatened to tear the fabric of their trunks, but the brothers couldn't have cared less about the possibility of ruining an article of clothing. They were focused like everyone else on the hot-looking women on the mat, one with an awesome ass and the other with a newly-revealed awesome chest.

Knowing what Nicole was after, Jeannine tried to get hold of both of Nicole's hands so the blonde couldn't attack her tits, but she was only successful in controlling one hand. Nicole used her free hand to grab a big palmful of Jeannine's breast, and she squeezed it for all she was worth.

"OW!" Jeannine screamed as Nicole's fingernails sank into her tender flesh. "She's doing it again, Ray! She's gouging me with her nails!" Jeannine dropped Nicole's hand and tried to pry the offending fingers off her breast. "Get your fuckin' hand off me, bitch!" Instead of releasing her, Nicole grabbed Jeannine's other breast and squeezed it equally hard.

Alexa's pulse raced and her pussy spasmed as she watched her daughter maul Jeannine's bare breasts, but Marie's reaction was decidedly different. "Hey, that's breaking the rules!" she called out angrily. "Get her off of Jeannie! Come on, get her off!"

Ray knelt beside the wrestlers to get a closer look, and he determined that Nicole was indeed gouging his wife. He ordered Nicole to take her fingers out of Jeannine's breasts and gave her a warning. "Break a rule again and you lose, Nicole."

Alexa couldn't control herself. "Go for the nipples instead, Nick! Pull them out and twist them!"

Incredulous, Marie turned to the woman beside her. "What are telling her? She shouldn't be doing that! That's not part of wrestling!"

"Oh, no?" Alexa's voice sounded innocent, but her eyes had taken on a feverish glow. "I saw two girls doing that yesterday during a match. I assumed it was condoned."

"That was a grudge match! This is supposed to be a friendly contest!"

"Uh-huh, right."

Jeannine's squeals filled the air as Nicole painfully stretched and twisted both of her large, dark nipples. Jeannine clutched at Nicole's hands and tried to get them off but couldn't. Wrapping an arm around Nicole's neck in a headlock, she squeezed as hard as she could, but rather than releasing her hold on Jeannine's nipples, Nicole tightened it until Jeannine's squeals turned into loud shrieks.

"You might as well submit now," Nicole panted as she pinched the swelling buds between her thumbs and forefingers. "I'm not letting go, no matter what you do. Come on, let me hear you submit. Say it, bitch. Say I'm a better wrestler than you."

"No!" Jeannine twisted her body violently in a futile attempt to escape Nicole's punishing fingers. The last thing she wanted was to give any satisfaction to her rivalrous sister-in-law, but Jeannine didn't know how much longer she could hold out. She wasn't putting nearly as much pain on Nicole with the headlock as Nicole was putting on her with the nipple locks.

In desperation, Jeannine reached down with her right hand and gripped the front of Nicole's thong. She gathered the scant material in her fist and pulled it up sharply, forcing the thick string into Nicole's crotch.

"AHHH!" Nicole howled in pain as the thong sliced into her pussy. She howled even louder when Jeannine gave sharp tugs on it, creating a back-and-forth sawing action on her delicate inner flesh. "Ow! Ah--ow! Let go of it! Let go!"

"No, you let go!" screamed Jeannine, her nipples feeling like they were on fire.

With tears streaming down their eyes, the women continued to scream at each other to release, but neither one did. Nicole squeezed and pulled Jeannine's nipples so hard that the brunette was literally lifted up off the ground, and she retaliated by pulling as hard as she possibly could on Nicole's thong.

Nicole finally relented and took her hands off Jeannine's tortured nipples. Immediately, Jeannine let go of Nicole's thong, fell onto her back and, moaning from the hurt, covered her breasts protectively with her arms.

Nicole wasted no time in pulling the strip of fabric out of her raw, burning pussy, and as she did she noticed a drop of blood on her fingers. "You bitch!" she shouted at Jeannine. "Look what you did to me!" Furious, she grabbed at Jeannine's crotch in payback and yanked on the long pubic hairs that had escaped the confines of her bathing suit.

Shrieking at the new assault on her body, Jeannine reached down with both hands and attempted to pry Nicole's claw-like fingers off her pussy, leaving her breasts unprotected. Nicole's fury had turned into a mindless rage by that time, and she saw an opportunity to further hurt the other woman. Hastening to her feet, she stomped repeatedly on Jeannine's sore, exposed breasts.

Jeannine burst into tears. "Nooo! No, please! I submit!"

"Stop it! Stop it right now!" The instant Marie saw what Nicole was doing to her daughter, she jumped up from her seat and rushed over to the wrestlers. Ray had already pulled Nicole away from Jeannine, who lay writhing on the mat, but Marie grabbed at the blonde anyway and yelled at her. "What the hell do you think you were doing? This was supposed to be a wrestling match, not a gutter-trash brawl!"

Alexa was right behind Marie. "Get your hands off my daughter!" Grabbing a fistful of Marie's shoulder-length hair, Alexa pulled her off Nicole, snapping Marie's head back painfully in the process.

"Ow! Let go of my hair!"

"Don't ever touch my daughter again!" Alexa hissed, giving an extra tug on Marie's dark locks.

"Let--go--of--my--hair!" Marie twisted her upper body and tried lashing out at Alexa with her right fist, but she only managed to connect with one glancing blow.

One was all Alexa needed. "How dare you strike me!" she said in an overly loud voice. Shifting her grip in Marie's hair, Alexa pulled even harder, turning Marie around and forcing her head farther down. Marie swung wildly with both her fists, trying to hit Alexa anywhere on her body, but the blonde's long arms kept her out of reach.

Ray moved to separate the two women, but Tony stopped him. "No, let them fight a little--I want to see this! Don't worry, I'll step in if things get ugly."

With one fist buried in Marie's thick hair to control her, Alexa used her other fist to punch Marie's breasts. Marie gasped loudly, in surprise as much as in pain. By the time she reacted by covering her breasts with her hands, Alexa had given both of them several hard, sharp jabs.

Alexa immediately began to hit Marie's unprotected belly instead. She had landed a number of punches when Marie moved her hands down to cover her stomach. Without pausing, Alexa went back to punching Marie's fleshy breasts until Marie was able to grab the blonde's hand and stop her.

"Stop it, you bitch! Let go of me!"

"You started it, bitch. You shouldn't have hit me." Tightening her hold on Marie's hair, Alexa tried to force the other woman to the ground.

Marie fought to keep her footing, and the women staggered around the blankets as they battled, the crowd cheering them on. Before long, the single knot holding Marie's sarong on her hips worked its way loose. The garment fell to the mat, and Tony quickly snatched it up out of the way of the combatants then stepped back to give them a wide berth.

When Marie released Alexa's hand so she could attempt to free her hair, Alexa grabbed a second fistful of hair and was finally able to pull Marie off her feet. Scrambling onto Marie's back, Alexa let go of her hair and pulled down both shoulder straps of Marie's one-piece bathing suit. She left the snug straps midway down Marie's arms, effectively trapping them against her body. Panting like mad, Marie managed to dislodge Alexa from her back as she struggled to free her arms, and she rolled over face up. Quickly, Alexa moved on top of Marie, sitting on her thighs, and pulled Marie's breasts out of her suit.

A loud buzz of appreciation rose from the spectators at the sight of Marie's naked tits. They were the largest, best-nippled breasts most of them had ever seen, at least in person. Generously full and beautifully shaped, they didn't hang nearly as much as they should for a woman of Marie's age. The captivating nipples and areolas were a deep shade of brownish pink and were proportionately large--the areolas were the size of small saucers and the nipples, the size of ripe cherries.

As Marie wriggled around trying to get her arms out of the straps, Alexa set about pummeling both of her exposed breasts. Marie shrieked in pain, and it took several agonizingly long seconds until she managed to free her arms. As soon as she did, she grabbed Alexa's hands in mid-air and pulled the blonde down on top of her.

The women grappled and rolled, grunting obscenities at each other as they both fought for the dominant position. Alexa soon came to feel she had underestimated the other woman. She was surprised by Marie's strength and tenaciousness, and she was frustrated that she couldn't pull her hands free from Marie's powerful grip. Sinking her teeth into the brunette's shoulder, Alexa gave her a sharp bite.

"You filthy bitch!" screamed Marie. In retaliation, she bit the top of one of Alexa's breasts.

Alexa was furious. "Cunt!" With a burst of effort, she broke Marie's grip on her hands then fought fiercely to get back in the superior position.

Ray thought the fight had gone far enough and was about to break it up when Alexa began punching Marie in the nose and mouth. Immediately, he grabbed Alexa by her shoulders and jerked her away from Marie, but not before she managed to land three punches on his mother-in-law's pretty face.

"Mom!" Jeannine had gotten up from the mat during the older women's brawl. When she saw Alexa attack her mother's face, she rushed to get involved but was restrained by Tony.

"It's over, Jeannine. Let it go," he said. His strong arms encircled Jeannine's chest and rubbed against her bare breasts as she struggled to get free.

"Yeah, it's over," jeered Nicole. "Your mom lost just like you did. You're both a couple of losers."

"Lost, my ass!" Jeannine screamed. "We want a rematch! Both of us! We want a rematch with both of you cheating bitches! We'll show you who the losers are!"

It was Alexa who responded. "Fine, we'll fight you again. And we'll beat your dago asses again, won't we, Nicky?"

"We sure will."

"Just name the time and place," growled Jeannine. "We'll be there. And we'll beat both you fuckin' bitches so bad you won't ever wanna show your faces to us again!"

Alexa spoke up immediately, an undercurrent of excitement in her voice. "Next Sunday. Here. Same time--four o'clock. No rules and no refs. Agreed?"

"Agreed!" Jeannine spat out.

Alexa turned toward the all-but-forgotten spectators and waved her hand in a magnanimous gesture. "And you're all invited to come watch."

"No, they're not," Tony said quickly. He released his hold on Jeannine before addressing his guests. "The party's over, everybody. I'm really sorry about all this. Hope you had a good time anyway." Turning his attention back to the women on the mat, he began an examination of his wife's and mother-in-law's injuries.

Ray had helped Marie to her feet and was examining the bite on her shoulder. "It's not real deep. I doubt if you'll scar at all. We should put some antiseptic on it, though." His eyes traveled down to her naked breasts, and he gulped. Even reddened and slightly swollen as they were, Ray thought Marie's breasts were just about the most beautiful, most appealing, pair he had ever seen.

"Come on, let's get outta here." Jeannine had fastened her bikini top back on and was very gingerly adjusting her breasts in the cups, wincing each time her sore nipples brushed against the fabric. "We'll be back next week to kick your asses."

Nicole was wincing with each step she took, her stinging pussy a reminder of what Jeannine had done to her. "Wrong, bitch. We'll be kicking your asses. Again."

Ray reached out a hand just in time to stop his snarling wife from attacking her blonde rival. "Let's go, Jeannie. Come on. Let's go now. We'll talk about all this later." He tucked Jeannine's arm into his and offered his other arm to his mother-in-law. Marie pulled her suit back up over her breasts and retrieved her sarong before taking Ray's arm. Striding toward the house, she glared into Alexa's frenzied eyes as she passed the other woman. Alexa responded by curling her lips in a silent smirk.

"Thanks for your hospitality, Tony," Ray called over his shoulder.

"You're welcome, bro. I'll call you tomorrow."

Tony waited until Ray and his women were out of sight and Alexa had her back turned to grab Nicole's hand and place it on his erection. "Feel this, baby?" he whispered roughly into her ear. "This is from watching you wrestle. From watching that gorgeous ass of yours sticking up in the air every time you rolled over on top. Oh, man, that was so fuckin' hot!" He moved her hand up and down his rigid, fabric-covered shaft. "Come on, Nicky, let's go inside and play."

Nicole didn't bother to lower her voice. "You've got to be kidding! Do you have any idea how sore my pussy is right now? That stupid bitch cut me with my own thong!" She pulled her hand off Tony's cock. "There's no way I'm going to fuck you now. I probably won't be fucking you all week. My pussy needs time to heal."

"It's not your pussy that I'm interested in, Nick." Tony reached around with both hands and fondled the temptingly rounded globes of his wife's ass.

"No." Nicole turned abruptly away and walked with mincing steps toward the house. "I need to go soak in my tub right now. Mom, are you coming? We should put some salve on that bite of yours."

"Yes, baby, I'll be right there." Alexa paused beside her son-in-law. "Meet me at nine tonight, Anthony," she whispered. "The usual place. I'll give you what you need."

# # #

"Oooh!" Jeannine flinched as Ray pressed an ice bag against one of her painfully swollen nipples. Over an hour had passed since the fight, but her buds were still distended to twice their size and were still an angry shade of red.

"Sorry, Jeannie, but it'll help bring the swelling down." He gave a second ice bag to Marie. "Here, you could use this on your nose and lip."

"Thanks." Marie took a long swallow from her glass of merlot before applying the bag to her face.

"I know you were planning on leaving soon, Mom, but I really think you should spend another night here with us. I don't think you should be home alone tonight. Not feeling like you do."

Marie had to remove the bag to speak clearly. "Well--I am off work tomorrow. I guess I could spend one more night here. That is, if it's all right with you, Ray."

"Sure, no problem." Ray transferred the ice bag to Jeannine's other nipple.

"Oooh! Ow!" squealed Jeannine. "Oh, that hurts. Fuckin' Nicole. Just wait until next week. I'm gonna pay that bitch back for everything she did to me."

"And I've got a big score to settle with Alexa," mumbled Marie through the bag.

Ray shook his head. "You two can't seriously be thinking of a rematch."

"Damn right, we are," Jeannine declared. "We wanna teach those uppity blonde bitches a lesson. Did you hear what Alexa called us, Ray? She called Mom and me 'dagos.' Bitch. Who the hell does she think she is?"

"Well, I think you guys should just let it go. I know you two are the better women. You don't have to prove anything to me."

"Maybe not, but we wanna prove it to them." Jeannine pushed the ice bag away from her nipple and groaned. "It's not just my nipples that hurt, it's my whole tits. Massage some of that aloe vera lotion on them, would you babe?"

Ray obliged by pouring a little of the cool lotion into each palm and smoothing it over both of his wife's breasts at the same time. His powerful hands were surprisingly gentle as he worked the lotion into her mounds, massaging the soreness from her tit flesh with just the right amount of pressure while carefully avoiding her injured nipples.

"Oh, baby," moaned Jeannine. "Oh, yeah. That feels gooood."

Marie pulled the ice bag off her nose and mouth. "How about massaging my boobs, too? They still hurt like hell, thanks to Alexa using them as punching bags." She unbuttoned the front of the sundress she had just changed into.

"Uh..."

Marie laughed as she pulled out her bra-less breasts. "Come on, Ray, what's the big deal? You've already seen them once today. You, and about twenty other people!"

"Okay. If you want." Ray gave Jeannine's tits a last, light squeeze and bade her to put the ice bag back on her nipples. Scooting his chair closer to Marie's, he tentatively picked up one of her heavy breasts and dribbled the lotion directly onto it then, using both hands, he began to massage it.

Ray's eyes remained fixed on Marie's glorious, melon-like breasts as he gently kneaded and stroked first one, then the other. They felt incredible beneath his hands--firm fleshed yet soft and smooth and supple--and were incredibly responsive to his touch. As he ran his palms and fingers over them, the nipples burgeoned to a size equaling that of Jeannine's stretched-out buds. Ray had to struggle mightily to remain still and silent, and beads of perspiration broke out on his face from the effort.

Marie wasn't silent in the least. "Yes, oh, yes! You were right, Jeannie. This does feel good. Sooo good. You've got a great set of hands on you, Ray."

Ray swallowed hard and hoped that his mother-in-law wouldn't notice the fierce erection that was tenting his shorts. He continued to soothe Marie's breasts as she moaned and squirmed until he felt himself on the verge of losing control. He was about a second away from replacing his hands with his mouth on her breast when he suddenly released her and grabbed a nearby towel.

"Uh, okay, all done."

Marie's eyes twinkled. "Thanks, sweetie, I feel so much better now. You're quite--gifted."

Not long after finishing a dinner of delivered-Chinese, Jeannine and Ray said their good nights to Marie and headed upstairs to bed. Marie poured herself a fourth glass of wine and settled in to watch one of her favorite television shows, a well-written, well-acted drama that most nights held her attention for the full sixty minutes. But not that night. Barely fifteen minutes into the show, Marie became too restless, too edgy, to follow it any longer. Her body had become filled with feelings of almost overwhelming physical need, feelings that normally just surfaced as she lay in her lonely bed at night.

Marie's mind wandered to the tit massage she had received earlier, and as she remembered the erotic feel of Ray's hands on her breasts, her nipples immediately hardened and wet warmth pooled between her thighs. Trying to turn herself off, she pressed her legs together tightly, but instead of squeezing the needy ache out of her body as she'd hoped, she only succeeded in making her pussy spasm and throb. With a groan, she pressed a hand to her crotch and worked it as she tossed off the rest of her wine in two big gulps.

Upstairs, Ray and Jeannine readied themselves for bed. Ray had given his wife a Vicodin for her pain, and the medicine was starting to take effect. Jeannine felt almost euphoric as she finished brushing out her hair and climbed up onto the bed.

"Oooh, baby, is this because of me?" she asked, curling her fingers around Ray's erection and moving her hand up and down the stiff shaft.

Not exactly, thought Ray as he flashed back on having Marie's breasts in his hands. Aloud he said, "Yeah, but are you up to it tonight? I mean, aren't you still hurting?"

"Nope. I'm feeling pretty good right now. Feeling pretty horny, too." Jeannine stretched herself out beside Ray and thrust her pelvis up in invitation. "Come on, baby."

"Well, if you're sure..." Ray dove into Jeannine's bush with his face and coaxed out her juices with his talented tongue. When she was good and wet, he rose to mount her but Jeannine shook her head and rolled over.

"Nuh-uh. I want it doggy-style, Ray." She brought herself to her knees and, lowering her head to the bed, she stuck her ass in the air and wiggled it impatiently.

"You got it." Ray positioned himself behind Jeannine and pushed into her with one slick seamless thrust. Grabbing her hips with both hands, he pulled her body hard against him and buried himself to the hilt then began to plunge deeply and rhythmically.

Jeannine laid her cheek on the silky sheet and closed her eyes. "Mmm, yeah," she moaned breathlessly. "Oh, yeah, Ray, that's how I like it."

With his wife's full ass cheeks slapping against him with every stroke, Ray was pumping his hips at a nice steady tempo when he happened to look up into the bed's mirrored headboard.

And met Marie's eyes.

Marie had pushed open the bedroom door slightly and was standing motionless in the darkened hallway just outside the room. Her ebony eyes shone brightly as they took in Ray's pistoning cock and clenching buttocks, and when she raised them again to meet his in the mirror, they contained such a look of raw, naked hunger that Ray lost his rhythm.

"Wh-what's wrong?" panted Jeannine. "Why are you slowing down?"

"Uh, no reason." Keeping his eyes locked on Marie's, Ray resumed thrusting his cock deeply and relentlessly into Jeannine's wet sheath. The pace of his thrusts increased the longer he watched Marie watch him. He could tell she liked what she saw--seemed to want what she saw--and that excited Ray and drove him to pump ever faster and harder.

He became lost in her eyes, utterly mesmerized, and as he imagined it was Marie's pussy he was pounding and Marie's ass that was slamming against him, his ardent lovemaking turned into a frenzied fucking.

"Oh, oh, Ray!" cried Jeannine. "Ray! It feels--it feels so good! So fuckin' good!" She reached down with her hand and massaged her aroused clit until she stiffened and then jerked spasmodically, howling as she came.

Her movements clasped Ray like a glove and drove him over the edge. With a final powerful thrust, he cried out as a shuddering climax tore through him, forcing his eyes to close shut.

When Ray opened them and looked back up into the mirror, Marie's reflection was gone.

"Baby, that felt incredible," Jeannine murmured, burrowing her face in her pillow. "Really incredible." Before he could respond, she was fast asleep.

Sleep didn't come quickly to Ray, however. As he lay flat on his back staring into the darkness, his mind was filled with thoughts and memories of Marie that just wouldn't leave--getting his first look at her in a revealing swimsuit, seeing her suck a rib bone like it was a cock, watching her fight another woman topless, feeling her incredible tits in his hands, knowing she wanted him by the look in her eyes...

Marie wanted him. Ray's cock sprang to life again as a series of erotic vignettes played inside his head. He could see Marie kneeling before him as he sat in a chair, taking his erection between her lips and giving him the best blow job of his life; Marie squeezing her pillow-y breasts around his cock and tit fucking him to an intense orgasm and then licking his cock and her tits clean of his cum; Marie sitting astride him, riding his cock as her breasts bounced and shook and him reaching up and grabbing hold of them, seeing their mass spill over his large palms.

Before he knew what he was doing, Ray had gotten up from the bed and shoved his hands into the sleeves of his robe. He belted it as he moved quietly to Marie's room.

Her door was closed, but he saw light coming out from under it. "Marie?" he whispered, rapping lightly on the door with his knuckles. "Marie, are you awake?"

"Um--yes. Come in."

Ray opened the door just enough to squeeze through and approached the bed with hesitant steps. Marie had wiggled herself up to a sitting position and was pulling the sheet over her obviously bare breasts. The sheet wasn't long enough to cover them, though, and Ray got another eyeful of her beautiful tits.

His erection twitched beneath his bathrobe. "I just wondered if you were okay, Marie. If you were feeling okay."

"I'm fine."

"No pain?"

"Not really."

"Oh--good. Jeannie's doing okay, too. She took a Vicodin earlier." He raised his eyes from Marie's breasts to her face. "She's out like a light now, by the way."

"So, why aren't you asleep, Ray?"

"I was thinking about you. Wondering if you needed anything." He gave Marie a meaningful look.

Marie waited several seconds before she responded, biting her lip hard as if she were struggling with something. "I don't think so," she finally said. "No thanks."

"Are you sure? Sure I can't do anything for you?"

Her eyes flickered over Ray's impressive hard-on, and she sighed with regret. "I'm sure."

"Well--good night, then, Marie." Reluctantly, he turned for the door.

"Good night, Ray."

Marie switched off the bedside lamp and flopped her head down on the pillow. With her mind in turmoil and her body still in need, she knew sleep would be almost impossible to find that night. Oh, damn you, Joe. Why did you have to leave me? Why? Choking off a sob, she turned onto her side and began the long wait for morning.