"Hey, you guys, get over to the pool right now! A cat fight just broke out between two of your wrestlers!"

A match between Laura and Heather had just finished when the excited young man ran up to the wrestling "arena" set up in Rick and Laura's backyard. Laura's husband Rick, Heather's boyfriend Michael, and most of the others who'd been watching the wrestling match raced over to the swimming pool and patio area. Sure enough, two women were in the shallow end of the enormous, freeform pool with their hands gripping and pulling each other's long hair. Rick saw that the combatants were blonde Ashley and dark-haired Erica, both D-cuppers who were relatively new to the Saturday wrestling group. They had wrestled each other that morning with Ashley the winner.

"Break it up, you two," shouted Rick from the side of the pool. "Save it for the mat." The young women ignored him and continued trying to pull each other down by the hair. After another minute, they shifted to pulling off each other's bikini top and grabbing bare tits instead. Rick jumped in the pool and moved towards the topless warriors, intending to separate them.

"Forget it, man," Michael called out. "There's no way you're gonna be able to separate those two wildcats. Better just to let them go and get it out of their system."

As Rick watched the rough, bare-breasted fighting going on in front of him, he tended to agree. Laura and Heather joined Michael at the edge of the pool. "I wonder what their problem is," said Laura.

"I don't know," Heather replied, "but I heard it goes way back. Apparently, they went to high school together."

After mauling each other's breasts for a couple of minutes, Erica got Ashley in a headlock and forced her blonde opponent's head under the water. "OK, let her up," demanded Rick as he waded over to the two cat fighters. Erica acted like she hadn't heard him and continued to hold down her struggling rival's head below the surface. A very strong and very angry Rick forcibly removed her from Ashley, who came up coughing and sputtering. He held Erica's arms at her sides as he propelled her toward the pool steps.

When Ashley was able to catch her breath, she yelled out at Erica, "This isn't over!"

"Damn right, it's not over!" Erica called back over her shoulder.

"You two are done for the day, get out of the pool and leave," said Rick. "We'll decide if you're coming back." He got out of the pool himself and took the towel that his wife, Laura, was handing him. The two young women dried themselves off on opposite sides of the pool while staring daggers at each other. Wrapped in towels, they walked over to the tents set up near the wrestling mat where they'd left their clothes then dressed quickly and left, Ashley accompanied by her boyfriend and Erica alone.

There was one scheduled match remaining that afternoon. After it was held, all the women wrestlers and their husbands, boyfriends and fans left except for the group's original six couples. They had gotten into the habit each Saturday of gathering in Rick and Laura's circular in-ground spa after the wrestling matches were over to talk about the day's events and decide on rules and policies for their "club." It had been decided in the spa several weeks before to allow only women with natural tits, like theirs, to join. Rick had quickly volunteered to feel all newcomers' bare breasts to see if they'd been enhanced, but Laura had stated firmly she would do it herself if there was a question about the naturalness of someone's tits.

Laura made a big pitcher of margaritas, and the 12 friends were all sipping their drinks and relaxing in the bubbling, warm water when Karen spoke up. "Well, this was sure an interesting day." The others laughed at her understatement.

"When you think about it, though, it was inevitable that something like this would happen," said Karen's husband Derek. "We keep adding more and more women to this group, women of different ages and with different personalities and backgrounds. We throw them together in a competitive environment. It's inevitable that tempers are going to flare sometimes and that they're not always going to get along."

"But we don't want fights breaking out here," said Laura. The other women nodded their agreement.

"What if we gave them an outlet?" asked Ray. His wife Jeannine was sitting between his legs and turned to look up at him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, give all the women a way to get rid of their hostility and aggression when they're pissed off at another wrestler. But in a way that would be controlled. We could have grudge matches."

"That's a hell of an idea," Matt said enthusiastically. "We could let the women fight it out at the end of the day with special grudge matches. Matches that wouldn't have the same rules as the regular ones."

"But there'd be some rules, right?" questioned his girlfriend Kristi. "I mean, we can't let anyone get hurt."

Derek jumped in. "Yeah, there'd be rules to keep the wrestlers safe but the rules should be more lenient. And grudge matches should have a clear winner, not a winner that one of us refs decided was the better wrestler. I think they should be won by submission only."

"I agree," said Matt. "There shouldn't be any time limit. The match would only be over when one of the women submits to the other. Out loud."

"OK, so what would the rules be?" Laura asked.

"I think they should be the same as they are now," said Heather. "No hitting, biting, scratching or hair pulling. This is supposed to be a wrestling club, not a catfighting club."

"I don't think any of us would have a problem keeping those basic rules the same for a grudge match," said Rick. "But since there's no time limit and a woman can only win by getting her opponent to submit, there shouldn't be any points scored. And if there are no points scored, then maybe there shouldn't be any five- or ten-counts given in a grudge match."

"Rick's right," said Michael. "Why give a ten-count for a hold if the whole point is to get a submission?"

His girlfriend Heather answered him. "Because, if you don't, a wrestler could get hurt. What if a woman is in a hold she can't get out of and she's, like, too stubborn or too proud or whatever and just won't give up? It's possible that something could get broken or dislocated or--I don't know. And what if her face was being smothered and she couldn't submit, let alone breathe? I just think you have to have ten-counts and you have to make the aggressor release the hold like we do in the regular matches."

"I agree with Heather," said Diane. "We've always tried to make sure nobody gets hurt here, so why would we change now? Although, maybe to make it easier we could forget about the five-counts for pins and just have ten-counts for all holds and pins."

Laura nodded her head. "I like that idea."

"So do I," said Rick. "But how about changing the rule that the wrestlers have to start on their knees again after a ten-count? For grudge matches, we could allow them to resume wrestling from whatever position they're in at the time the aggressor releases her hold."

"That could make it interesting," said Diane's husband Steve.

Ray sat upright and blurted, "Hey, I just thought of another way we could make these grudge matches 'interesting'. We could make them topless!"

"Topless! Wow, that's a great idea!" exclaimed Derek.

"Yeah, you would think so," Karen said sarcastically. "Isn't it enough that you see all kinds of big breasts in skimpy little bathing suit tops every single week?"

"There's no such thing as seeing enough breasts, babe, especially bare breasts." The men immediately and loudly voiced their agreement. Derek continued, "Besides, if today's little catfight in the pool is any indication, women will be going straight for each other's tits in a grudge match. They'll be ripping off each other's tops to get at 'em, and that's going to mean a ruined top each grudge match. It would save you girls money to make the matches topless."

"I hate to admit it," said Jeannine, "but Derek has a point. We've all had to replace tops that've gotten torn just from the regular wrestling. I guess it does make some sense to have grudge matches be topless."

"So, are we all in agreement about having grudge matches and about the rules of a grudge match?" Laura asked the group. Every head nodded. "OK, then, I guess we could start having them next week. We'll need to explain about them to the other wrestlers first, though. I'll call everyone and ask them to come early next Saturday so we can have a meeting before the regular matches start."

"Are we going to let Ashley and Erica come back next week?" asked Heather.

"Sure," Diane said, "they'll probably want to sign up for the first grudge match!"

"I think we should let them come back, too," said Kristi, "but with the understanding that they'll be kicked out of the group if they fight again."

"OK, I'll give them both a call and let them know," said Laura. "Anything else we need to talk about?"

"Yeah, there is," said Karen as she poured herself another drink. "Some bigger women are joining our group now. They weigh a lot more than some of us and they have much larger tits. We smaller girls," she said, including Heather, Diane and Jeannine in her glance, "don't think it's fair that we have to wrestle them. We feel like we're at a disadvantage."

"You know, now that I think about it," said Steve, "nearly every match I've watched between small and large women was won by the bigger opponent."

"Do you think our group has enough members now that we could divide it into two divisions, like Smaller and Larger, maybe?" Diane asked everyone. "And only wrestle girls in our own division?"

"That sounds fair," said Ray. "And I think there're enough wrestlers now that we could divide the group. But how exactly would we do it? Ask everyone how much they weigh? Or just size all the women up ourselves and decides who's a lightweight and who's a heavyweight?"

"If you knew anything about women, you'd know neither of those ideas would work," Rick laughed.

"Yeah, and besides," said Diane, "this isn't just about weight, it's about bigger tits, too. Some of the new women use their jugs like weapons, slapping us in the face with them and trying to smother us. And we smaller girls don't have the same 'weapons' to fight back with!"

"What if we divided the wrestlers by their tit size?" asked Jeannine. "All the big-titted women are heavier anyway, right? Instead of figuring out women's weight and stuff, we could just put all the D- and DD-cuppers in the Lightweight Division and the F-, G- and H-cuppers in the Heavyweight Division."

"That's a great idea," Laura said. "But that would make me a 'Heavyweight,' and I don't consider myself to be heavy at all!"

"Neither do I!" said Kristi.

"OK, what if we name the divisions, Lightweight and Middleweight?" Matt asked with a grin. "Would that make you two feel better?"

"Much," said Laura as she swatted at Rick's hands. He'd hefted both of her G cups and was pretending to weigh them.

"I don't know," he said, "they feel like heavyweights to me!"

"You guys, there could be a problem dividing the tit sizes that way," said Heather. "What about Shannon? She's an F-cupper like Kristi but she's a lot shorter and, um, no offense, Kris, she weighs a lot less. Would it be fair to make her wrestle in the Middleweight Division?"

"No, it wouldn't," Kristi answered. "OK, what if we make the Lightweight Division for any woman with D and DD tits and for women who weigh less than, say, 140 pounds with F cup tits? And F-cuppers who weigh more than 140 would be in the Middleweight Division. What do you think?"

Everyone voiced their approval, and Rick said he'd come up with new pairings before next Saturday.

"One more thing," said Diane as she finished her drink and set her glass down on the edge of the spa. "Don't you think it's time we named this group of ours?"

"Yeah, we should," chorused some of the others. Names were suggested and discarded until Kristi came up with the only one they could all agree on: the Big Breasted Wrestling League.

"Hmm, B.B.W.L.," said Jeannine. "It's very official sounding. I guess we're in the big time now!"

Rick and Laura remained in their spa after the others left for the day. Laura was sitting between Rick's long legs, her ass pressed against his crotch. She leaned back, rested her head on his furry chest and closed her eyes. "Oh, the water feels so good," she sighed.

Rick slid his hands over her nylon clad breasts and gently squeezed them. "So does this." He removed her bikini top, releasing her breasts and allowing them to bob and float on the water. He cupped them from behind, each one far more than a handful, and massaged them gently. Laura purred with pleasure. He tweaked her sensitive nipples then massaged them, too, until they formed two huge pebbles.

She shuddered as a wave of desire swept through her body. Laura always marveled at how quickly Rick could arouse her. No other man had ever excited her as much or had taken her to the sexual heights that he did almost every day.

Her eyes still shut, Laura concentrated on the sublime feeling of Rick's caresses until the ache in her pussy became too demanding to ignore. She arched her back and rubbed her curvy ass against Rick's crotch. Feeling his hard arousal, she stood up and peeled off her bottoms then reached under the water and removed his trunks. "Excited, are you?" asked Rick as Laura faced him and kneeled on his seat, straddling his body. She sank down slowly onto his rigid erection, one glorious inch at a time, until all eight inches were firmly sheathed in her hot, wet pussy.

"You know what wrestling does to me," she answered him as she began to slide up and down his cock.

"Yeah, I do. Especially wrestling topless." Rick grabbed Laura's heavy, round tits and fondled them roughly. "I'd like to see you wrestle in a grudge match. I bet you'd like that, too, wouldn't you?"

She responded with an excited moan. "I bet you'd like to get your hands on another woman's big bare tits again," Rick said, "just like you had your hands on Kristi's that time. You want to squeeze that soft flesh again, knead it through your fingers like it's a thick, smooth dough." He kneaded Laura's full breasts demonstratively, and she began to whimper. "Oh, yeah, you'd like to feel another set of tits. And taste them, too, I bet. Lick them all over with that talented tongue of yours."

Laura bit her lip and groaned, moving slightly faster on her lover's cock. Rick continued in a husky voice, "And I bet you'd like to have a woman's hands on your tits again, too, wouldn't you, baby? To feel her creamy-soft fingers and palms gripping and stroking these gorgeous melons of yours. Maybe she'd slide her hands over your nipples then finger them and pinch them. And suck them. Have you ever wondered what it'd feel like to have your tits sucked by a woman? Do you think it would feel any different than this?"

Leaning his head down, Rick brought one of Laura's breasts up to his lips and drew the hardened nipple into his mouth. She groaned in ecstasy and quickened the pace once more, sliding herself faster and faster upon Rick's marblelike shaft. Rick's head bobbed up and down in tandem with Laura's body as he suckled one nipple and lightly pinched the other.

"Rick, Rick, oh, God, Rick!" Laura cried out as she tumbled over the edge, her body tensing then shuddering uncontrollably. The slick warm walls of her pussy gripped Rick so tightly, he came himself, long and hard and loud. They sat wrapped in each other's arms afterward, trembling and breathing heavily, as darkness fell and warm water swirled around them.

As predicted, Erica and Ashley quickly signed up for the first-ever grudge match the following Saturday morning after Rick and Laura finished explaining the changes that had been made to the newly-named league. Most all the women wrestlers liked the idea of having two different divisions, and one of the women suggested starting to keep win-loss records and posting standings within the divisions. The six original wrestlers--Laura, Kristi, Karen, Diane, Heather and Jeannine--and their partners looked around at each other. Seeing their nodding heads, Rick said that he'd start keeping track that day of wins and losses and that he'd buy another big board to use to display division standings. He was already using a big white dry-erase board to display each week's wrestling match times and pair-ups. Rick stated he didn't think grudge matches should be included in win-loss records, and everyone seemed to agree with him.

It was late afternoon and starting to cool slightly when the last match of the day was completed, but not one wrestler or spectator left Rick and Laura's backyard. Everyone was curious about the upcoming grudge match, and the men there were excited at the thought of seeing some tough, topless fighting.

Ashley and Erica removed their bikini tops as instructed and met in the center of the mat. Rick told them to kneel down facing each other, just like they were starting a regular wrestling match. "The rules are basically the same," he told the young women, "no biting, scratching, hitting or pulling of hair. You get one warning for an infraction and if you break the rules again, you forfeit the match and are placed on probation. If you get your opponent in any kind of hold that she can't get out of, you'll get a ten-count and have to release her. BUT," he said, "you don't have to start back up on your knees. You can start wrestling again in the same position you're both in at the time. Also, there are no points scored and no time limit. The match isn't over until one of you has had enough and submits verbally. A grudge match could take a minute or it could take an hour."

The two young women appeared evenly matched, both about the same height and weight. Their tan-lined tits stood up firm and proud and their nipples were puckered in anticipation of the battle. There was venom in their eyes as they stared at each other. "Boy, those are some ugly tits you've got," Ashley hissed at Erica after taking a good look at her opponent's breasts. "I'm surprised you can get a man with those things."

"Shut the fuck up," Erica shot back. "You won't have a man anymore once I get done twisting your titties off your chest!"

On the sidelines, two men sat staring with open jaws at the bare-breasted beauties on the mat. "Christ, would you look at that ass?" said the taller man.

"Which one?" asked his companion.

"The one on the brunette. Her tits are nothing special, but, oh, man that ass! It's the best one I've seen here all day!"

Rick had remained standing on the mat near the wrestlers so he could serve as referee. He nodded at Kristi's boyfriend Matt, who rang a big bell to start the grudge match.

The fight was on. Erica filled both of her hands with Ashley's pretty, perky D cups and began to twist them. Her own cone-shaped D cups stuck straight out and provided two big handles for Ashley to grab and pull. Grunting loudly, they gripped and kneaded their opponent's bare breasts then used them to pull each other down to the mat. Their legs tangled together as they fought for leverage, but neither released the hold she had on the other's tits.

Erica tried desperately to banish the feelings of arousal that were flooding her body as she kneaded Ashley's perfect breasts. They were the kind of breasts she herself yearned to have--plump and soft and beautifully shaped--and they felt oh, so good in her hands, but they belonged to her longtime hated rival. The fact that Ashley's tits could drive her wild with excitement caused Erica to despise the blonde even more. Rick called out a ten-count for the double tit hold. "OK, release," he told the two grapplers. When they both ignored him, Matt came over to help.

"Looks like we'll be needing two refs for a grudge match," he said to Rick as he leaned over the tit-locked young women and grabbed a couple of arms. "You get the blonde and I'll get the brunette."

The women were pulled apart a few feet but were both still on their sides when Rick said to them, "And...wrestle." Erica quickly turned onto her stomach, planted one knee and launched her body on top of Ashley's. She straddled her blonde opponent and grabbed both of her flailing wrists. Leaning forward, Erica held down Ashley's arms on either side of her head. She pushed her bare tits into Ashley's face and rubbed them in while Rick called out a ten-count.

As she tit smothered the other woman, Erica's big, round, tanned butt was stuck up high in the air, directly facing the chairs occupied by her two "fans."

"That ass is fuckin' perfection," groaned Chad, the taller man. He tried not to be obvious as he placed a hand on his burgeoning erection and began to stroke it through the fabric.

"Fuckin' A," agreed his friend Tom who was likewise fondling his hard arousal.

"Ugh!" cried Ashley when Erica released her arms and sat up on her stomach. "Keep those gross things away from me! They're all sweaty!"

"Screw you," Erica replied.

When Rick said, "And...wrestle," a few seconds later, Erica immediately grabbed Ashley's wrists again. Still straddling Ashley's body, she scooted herself forward on her knees and sat on the other woman's face.

Ashley could hardly breathe--the crotch of Erica's thong bikini bottom was placed smack dab on her nose and mouth. The thin fabric was soaked with Erica's pussy juices as were the dark hairs that extended outside the narrow crotch. As Ashley tried to breathe through her nose, the wet fabric was sucked up into her nostrils along with an unfamiliar musky smell that she found faintly, and disconcertingly, exciting.

Erica's bare butt cheeks were pressed firmly on Ashley's face, and Ashley felt like she was suffocating. "Get your smelly pussy out of my face!" she yelled, but her muffled words came out as incoherent gibberish. She hit the mat repeatedly with her foot and struggled in vain to get free.

When the ten-count was over, Erica rubbed her crotch on Ashley's face, coating it with her slimy juices, and slid her butt down to sit on Ashley's defenseless tits before releasing the other woman's arms. Ashley gulped in a mouthful of air and forced it out hard through her nose, as if to rid herself of Erica's scent. Swiping her hand across her face, she snarled at Erica, "You're a real cunt, you know that?"

Erica's lip curled; she was enjoying dominating her archrival. She figured Ashley wouldn't be able to take much more smothering so when she heard the call to wrestle, she trapped Ashley's arms, leaned forward and mashed her D cups into her opponent's face once again. "Want some more tits? Or maybe you'd like some more pussy. I can give that to you next."

Gasping for breath, Ashley knew she had to do something to get the other woman off of her or Erica would just stay in that position and smother her into submission. Her strong, limber legs were free and she considered how she might use them to break out of Erica's dominance. After the ten-count, she waited until the instant that Rick said "wrestle" to bring her legs up as far and high as she could and grip a seated Erica tightly around the neck with her legs, crossing her ankles. She squeezed hard on her very surprised opponent, then used her leg muscles to pull Erica down from her perch, rolling over with her and keeping her ankles crossed as tightly as she could.

Erica's head felt like it had been placed in a vise. She grabbed Ashley's legs and tried to pull them off her neck, but they wouldn't budge.

Ashley didn't relax the scissor head lock she had on Erica until Rick finished calling out the ten-count. "That fuckin' hurt!" Erica growled.

"Do you submit?" asked Ashley.

"Uh, uh. There's no freakin' way I'm gonna submit to you!"

"Oh, yeah? We'll see about that."

At Rick's call to wrestle, Ashley immediately got Erica in another head lock. Erica gripped her opponent's legs once again and tried to pull them away, but they were as strong and immovable as steel posts.

"You know you're gonna have to submit," Ashley taunted. "Go ahead and say it! Say it, bitch! Say, 'I submit'!"

In frustration, Erica sank her fingernails into Ashley's lower legs and raked her. "Ow, you bitch!" yelled Ashley. Rick gave Erica her one warning, then continued calling out the ten-count. This time, it was Erica's turn to stamp her foot on the mat in pain and frustration.

Once more, Ashley put a hard scissor lock on her rival's neck. Erica couldn't stand the choking pain any longer and cried out, "OK, I submit!" before Rick had finished with the latest ten-count. Ashley unwrapped her legs from the brunette's neck and stood up. She smiled as Rick raised her hand in victory and the crowd applauded her.

"Are you alright?" Rick asked Erica as she lay on the mat, moaning and rubbing her neck.

"Yeah, leave me alone."

Ashley stood over the defeated woman and said smugly, "See? Wrestling's just one more thing I'm better at than you."

Ashley's boyfriend Jake came up and gave her a hug. "You were awesome," he said. "I'm so proud of you. Do you feel OK?"

"I'm a little sore, but really I feel great," Ashley replied. And she did. Adrenaline still rushed through her body, and she felt like all her nerve endings were tingling. The cool, late afternoon breeze was especially making her naked tits tingly and hypersensitive.

"Hey, when did you learn that move, you know, that headlock?" asked Jake.

"I've got moves you've never seen," Ashley replied seductively. She looked him up and down, her eyes focusing on the hard bulge in his trunks. Her nipples tightened even more, and she ran her tongue over her lips.

Jake stared at his obviously-aroused girlfriend then reached out to fondle her pretty, bare breasts. "I'd really like to see some of those moves." He felt his cock twitch. "Now," he said in an urgent voice.

"That could be arranged." Ashley grabbed his hand and practically dragged him into one of the tents, sneering down at Erica as she passed her.

Although Chad and Tom had stopped stroking their erections as soon as the grudge match was over, they were forced to remain in their chairs for a few minutes as they tried to compose themselves--something they found difficult to do since they couldn't keep their eyes off Erica's nearly nude body lying on its side in the center of the mat.

"I'd sure like to fuck her," Tom said hungrily.

"You and me both," said Chad. "You know, I can't believe she doesn't have a boyfriend or anything. Not with that fine ass of hers."

As he stared at the shapely young brunette, a kernel of an idea sprouted in Chad's head. "I think I know how we can both fuck her," he said in a low voice. "Provided I can get her into one of those tents." Chad pondered his idea for several seconds. "Yeah, I think that would work."

"What'd work?" asked Tom.

"You'll see. After she and I go into the tent, wait about 20 minutes then come in very quietly. Don't let her know you're there."

"Huh?"

"Just do it," said Chad.

Chad scanned the perimeter of the wrestling mat until he found Erica's bikini top. Picking it up, he sauntered over to her and put his hand out to help her up off the mat.

Erica looked at the smiling, sandy-haired stranger and said, "I don't need your help." She started to rise slowly.

"Come on, I'd like to help you. Please."

She hesitated a few seconds before giving him her hand. After pulling her up, Chad didn't release her hand, so she shook his. "Thanks," she said grudgingly. "I'm Erica."

"I'm Chad, it's nice to meet you. Oh, here's your top."

"Thank you." She studied his face. "I don't think I've seen you at Rick and Laura's before."

"You haven't. I don't live around here, I live up in the Bay Area. I'm just down for the weekend. The friend I'm staying with has been here before, and he thought I might enjoy watching these wrestling matches. He was right. And I especially enjoyed watching you."

"Really?" A stiff breeze came up just then and Erica shivered slightly, though whether it was from the cool air or from the fleeting look of hunger she thought she saw in Chad's eyes, she didn't know. She glanced down at her bare breasts and saw gooseflesh and two almost-painfully tightened nipples.

"Your ti--that is, your neck looks sore," said Chad. "You look like you could use a nice, gentle massage. I can help. I, uh, happen to be a massage therapist. I'd be happy to work on those sore muscles of yours. To, you know, help you relax, make you feel better."

Erica rolled her head slowly. "A massage therapist, huh?"

"Yeah, I work up in San Francisco. A lot of my, um, clients are athletes, and they always say a massage helps them the most when they get it right away, right after they've, you know, played whatever sport they're into."

She touched the side of her neck and winced. "Well, I guess I could use a massage. That is, if you're sure you don't mind doing it."

"Believe me," said Chad, "it would be my pleasure." He looked around, pretending to be searching for something. "I need you to lie down for the massage, so why don't we go into one of those tents over there?"

"Oh. OK. Let's use that tent, it's where I left my clothes."

Chad followed Erica into the 8 by 10 foot tent, closing the door flap behind him but leaving it unzipped. The floor had been covered with soft thick blankets, and three or four pillows were stacked in a corner.

"Alright, how do you want me?" asked Erica.

On your knees with your bare ass stuck up in the air. "Uh, I'd like you to lie down in the middle of the floor, on your back first." He waited for Erica to get into position. "OK, I'm going to give you one of my total relaxation massages. It's designed to make your body feel real good. To do this, I have to blindfold you, and you'll need to keep the blindfold on throughout the massage."

"What? Why?"

"Because when you don't have your sense of sight, all your other senses are really heightened. It's the only way to achieve total, complete relaxation. Trust me, Erica."

"OK, I guess," she said. "So what are you going to blindfold me with?"

"This." Chad held up her string bikini top. "Lift your head a little and let me tie it on."

Chad covered her eyes with the thin but opaque fabric. "Now, I want you to part your arms and legs slightly and go totally limp. I'm going to start at the top of your body and work down. I don't want you touching me at anytime during the massage, but you can touch yourself if you like."

Chad knelt behind Erica's head and began lightly massaging her scalp, tracing lines and circles with his fingertips. "Mm," she purred, "that feels good." He ran his fingers through her long soft hair, then gently massaged her temples. A shiver ran through Erica's body when Chad moved to her ultra sensitive ears. As he traced the perfect shells with the tips of his fingers, she felt her nipples contract and lengthen even further. She started to reach up to fondle them but suddenly stopped, leaving her hands in midair.

Chad saw Erica's hesitation and said in a soothing voice, "Go ahead, Erica, feel free to touch yourself anywhere you like. Do anything that makes you relax, makes you feel better."

Erica moved her hands to her nipples and slowly circled the dusky areoles with her index fingers before pinching the buds and rolling them between her fingers and thumbs. She gasped in surprise then moaned in pleasure when Chad's tongue replaced his fingers on her ear. He swirled his tongue around her ear over and over again, darting inside occasionally, and Erica began breathing heavily. Her breaths became pants when he caught the lob between his teeth and gently bit then sucked on it.

"I, I've never had a massage quite like this before," Erica managed to say.

"Yeah, my massages are unique."

Chad grinned; he liked the way things were progressing. They'd been in the tent less than ten minutes, and Erica was already panting and moaning and pleasuring her own nipples. He felt his cock harden and balls tighten, and he had to shift to get comfortable. Moving to a kneeling position on the side of her body, he placed his hands on her neck and very gently massaged it.

He dragged the pads of his fingers slowly down Erica's chest, teasing the sides of her breasts. He circled her navel a few times, then lowered his head and dipped his tongue inside. A shudder tore through Erica's body, and she could feel the beginning of an ache deep within her pussy.

Chad's fingers continued their journey down her smooth-skinned body, avoiding her crotch but lingering on her nicely shaped thighs. He bent each knee in turn and massaged her calves before moving to her feet.

"Oh, yes!" Erica moaned loudly as Chad massaged her feet. "That feels sooo good."

Chad had placed himself at the end of Erica's body. Bringing her foot to his mouth, he slipped the big toe inside and started suckling.

Erica nearly shot up off the floor; the feeling was so erotic and so intense. The ache in her pussy grew and started to throb, demanding relief. She removed a hand from her nipple and slid it inside her thong. Moaning excitedly, Erica ran her fingers back and forth within the wet folds as Chad sucked each one of her toes.

"I just remembered," said Chad. "There's a part of your front that didn't get massaged. I'll need to do that before you turn over."

Moving back to Erica's side, he gently gripped her free breast and massaged it, paying special attention to the tightly-puckered nipple. He bent over and licked the hard bud like a lollipop then circled it with his tongue. When Chad sucked her entire areole into his mouth, a jolt of sexual electricity shot straight from Erica's nipple down to her pussy. She began to frantically rub one of her hands over her clit and the other over her nipple as she sought release from the almost unbearable tension building inside her.

Sensing her approaching climax, Chad pulled his mouth off Erica's breast and sat back on his haunches. "OK, done with the front. Time to work on the back."

"No," Erica groaned. "You can't be done. I'm not done!"

Chad smiled to himself as he grabbed two pillows from the corner of the tent. "Come on, turn over. I need to work on your back side now." He nudged her hip until, reluctantly, she removed her hands from her nipple and pussy and turned onto her stomach.

"OK, for this part of the massage, your lower torso needs to be elevated."

"Why?"

"Uh, it has to do with blood flow and stuff. Get up on your knees a little so I can slide this pillow under you." When Erica raised herself up, Chad slid a large pillow under her pelvis.

Erica's beautiful round ass was raised high into the air. Chad had to force himself to breathe as he stared at the enticing sight before him. Yeah, this has to do with blood flow, alright, he thought. All my blood's flowed into my cock.

Chad cleared his throat. "Uh, now, in order to massage the back of you, I'll need to remove this." He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Erica's thong and pulled down, slipping the tiny, dampened garment over her feet and throwing it aside. "OK, just try to relax like before. And remember, feel free to touch yourself if you want."

Chad moved aside Erica's long hair and started massaging her neck, rubbing small circles on the tense muscles. He glided his hands across her upper back to her shoulders then moved them slowly down her back, gently pressing and kneading as he went. Erica sighed with pleasure, and her hand found her pussy again.

Chad's trailing fingers stopped when they reached the swell of Erica's ass. He lost his ability to speak, to think, to breathe as he watched her twin orbs shake in rhythm to her masturbatory strokes.

"Mm," she moaned. "That felt good. Why did you stop?"

Swallowing hard, Chad said, "I, uh, need to change my position." He walked on his knees to the end of her body, grabbed both ankles and spread her legs apart. Positioning himself between her legs, he placed his eager hands on her quivering ass and began his massage.

Chad saw the tent's door flap open out of the corner of his eye. Tom entered swiftly and silently. He stood behind and slightly to the side of Chad and watched, unmoving, as his friend fondled the bare ass they'd been drooling over earlier.

Chad grabbed and kneaded two handfuls of Erica's smooth, firm flesh. "You've got a hell of an ass," he said in a husky voice. He spread her cheeks apart, displaying her beautiful asshole to both his and Tom's eyes. Chad needed to taste it now. He gave a soft growl as he lowered his head and sensually licked and tongued her puckered hole.

"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" cried Erica. Her hips bucked as she began to vigorously pump two fingers in and out of her pussy while rubbing her aroused clit with the heel of her thumb. Erica was panting and moaning loudly, and she didn't hear Tom remove his cock from his trunks nor hear his heavy breathing as he stroked himself hard and fast.

Chad's own erection begged to be stroked. The sight, taste and feel of Erica's delectable ass was driving him to the breaking point. Just when he thought he'd have to release her cheeks, reach down into his trunks and take matters into his own hand, Erica shuddered and let loose with a keen wail. Her pelvis jerked spasmodically as she climaxed on her fingers.

Chad couldn't wait a moment longer. He tore off his trunks and plunged his cock into Erica's drenched pussy even as tremors continued to shake her lower body. Erica gasped in surprise at the sudden invasion then started to move herself on Chad's cock.

Erica's hot pussy was gripping Chad tightly as he pumped in and out of her but, because of her round full ass and deep ass crack, he found it increasingly difficult to keep his smallish cock inside her. After a frustrating minute or two, he withdrew his member and sat back on his heels, trying to catch his breath.

"Oh, please don't stop!" pleaded Erica. She moved her butt up and down to show him what she wanted.

"Hang on," Chad panted, "I can go deeper if I put another pillow under you." He grabbed the second pillow and shoved it under Erica's writhing body, forcing her ass up higher in the air and exposing her shiny wet pussy. Chad stood up and motioned to Tom to take his place between Erica's legs.

Tom had already removed his trunks, and his fully-stiffened, fully-lengthened cock was ready for action. Silently, he traded places with his friend. He guided his long, thick missile into her waiting pussy, entering her slowly but surely, then grabbed himself a couple of handfuls of her ass.

"Wow!" exclaimed Erica. "That second pillow sure makes a difference. Your cock feels so much bigger now!" Before she had a chance to consider how that was possible, Tom began moving inside her, filling her delightfully full and obliterating all rational thought.

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" Erica wailed as Tom plumbed the depths of her pussy with his sizable cock.

Tom was enjoying the best fuck of his life, but when he turned his head and saw Chad's frantic hand signals, he knew he wouldn't be able to see it all the way through. Tom reluctantly gave Erica one last solid thrust, then withdrew from her and quickly and quietly traded places with Chad. Erica moaned. "Not again! You're not going to leave me hanging again, are you?"

"I wanna change positions one last time," huffed Chad. "I, I wanna be able to see your beautiful face when we both come." He yanked the pillows out from under her then gently rolled her over onto her back. Levering her legs, Chad slipped his painfully-erect cock into her wetness and started pumping her as hard as he could.

Erica noticed the difference in the way Chad's cock was filling her pussy but figured it was because of the position they were in. After a while, it didn't matter anyway. Chad had reached down between their joined bodies and was massaging her swollen nub, driving her into a mindless frenzy.

Her loud moans drowned out Tom's rasping breaths as his hand stroked his cock to a powerful climax. He allowed himself several long seconds to catch his breath before quietly redressing and leaving the tent.

Chad was pumping Erica furiously when he felt her pussy begin to contract around him. "Oh, oh, yes, oh, God, yes, oh, yes!" she screamed. Her enveloping walls spasmed wildly and Chad lost all control. With a final hard thrust, he cried out as his own shuddering climax tore through him.

Chad collapsed next to Erica on the blanketed floor. "Oh man, that was incredible," he panted. "You are so fuckin' hot."

"Yeah, so are you." Erica reached her hands back behind her head and tried to untie her blindfold.

"Here, let me do that."

When she was able to see again, Erica turned her sparkling dark eyes on Chad and said, "That 'total relaxation massage' of yours was fantastic! I definitely feel relaxed now."

"Good," Chad said with a grin. "I feel pretty relaxed myself!" He gave Erica a quick kiss before getting up and putting on his trunks. "I've gotta get going, my friend's waiting for me. He probably has no idea where I am."

"Well, next time you're down here, I'd love another massage. It felt sooo good. Especially the part when you put two pillows under me."

Chad choked off a laugh. "Sure. Like I said before, it would be my pleasure." And Tom's, he added to himself. Chad slipped on his sandals and gave Erica a wink as he picked up the door flap and stepped through the opening.

A blissful smile lingered on Erica's lips when she left her tent, just as Ashley and Jake were leaving theirs. "What are you so happy about, you loser?" Ashley snapped at Erica. Without waiting for an answer, she shoved a large tote bag at Jake and said, "Here, you can carry this. At least you'll be good for something." She walked briskly toward the backyard gate while her abject boyfriend followed at a safe distance.

Erica's smile turned into a smirk. Yeah, bitch, she thought, I may have lost our grudge match but it looks like I got the better fuck by far. So who's the loser now?