“Ladeez and gentlemen, tonight, due to popular demand, we have a mother daughter tag match. Please put your hands together for our referee, Ms Sandra 'Sandy' Malone!”
I sat back in my front row seat and applauded with the others as a big woman with short cropped dark hair entered the ring, unsmiling. Dyke, I thought. A male ref for this kind of fight was asking for trouble, but I wondered if she would be any better. She looked professional enough in her black and white striped vest and short pleated black skirt, not that there was anything professional about this event. For one thing it didn't look as if her D cup tits would stay inside that vest for long if put under any stress. She stood in the centre of the ring acknowledging the applause with little more than a curt nod.
“Put your hands together for our first pair, Fiona Jameson and her daughter Janice.”
This was my first sight of our opponents. Fiona looked fortyish, with short dyed blonde hair, and big hips, and a layer of cellulite on her thighs. The lightweight yellow swimsuit she wore cut into the tops of her C cup tits and her buttocks, threatening to disappear between them. Janice was taller than her mother, and could not have been more than eighteen. Wearing the same style and colour swimsuit, she looked shy and nervous, with smaller apple-like tits whose nipples stood out like buds through the suit.
“Introducing our second pair, Maria Gonzalez and her daughter Jasmine.”
I cheered wildly and clapped, urging the others around me to do the same. Maria and I were living together now, with Jasmine. I loved the dark mystery of the Hispanic look, the luxuriant black hair that both women had, cascading about Maria's shoulders, and Jasmine's almost down to her waist. Both of them had large breasts, but while Jasmine was slim with lean muscular thighs, her mother had run a little to fat, her breasts slightly looser. I was fucking the mother, but it was more than true that given the opportunity I would have been only too happy to have the daughter too, and the little minx new it.
They both wore red swimsuits, lightweight like the other two, and a similar style. Jasmine's suit fitted perfectly, but Maria's, like Fiona's, seemed too small, and I seriously considered that it could be embarrassing for Maria, if things went badly. Not that either pair had much choice in the suits they wore. These were provided by the venue, a seedy club in the rough part of town. Judging by the crowd, who were boisterous to say the least, most of them came from that area.
The prize money for this fight, was £500, money we both needed, and I had put a further £100 down on my girls to win. Looking at the two pairs I was relieved to see that my money seemed pretty safe, but for some reason the odds had been significantly in favour of Fiona and Janice.
“Tonight, were are introducing a special rule to decide the winners. Normally a tag match goes to one fall, but this time the match will continue until both girls on one team have submitted or been pinned, the first girl on each team to fall, taking no further part in the fight.”
That should be interesting, I though, imagining Maria and Jasmine double teaming Fiona – there was no question in my mind that the nervous looking Janice would be first out.
“Of course only one girl is allowed in the ring at any one time, as per standard tag rules.”
There were a few boos at this, and looking at the ref, Sandy, I could see she would enforce that. Still it was what it was.
The ref called the girls to the centre of the ring for the usual pep talk and pat down. The guy sittnig next to me nudged me. “Should be an interesting fight,” he said smiling.
I nodded. “You been here before?”
“Oh yes.”
More than I had. “So who do you think will win.”
“Those your girls?” He nodded towards Maria and Jasmine as they made their way back to the corner, pointedly not answering my question.
“Yes, Maria's my girlfriend.”
He looked them over, his eyes stripping both women off in a way that got my hackles rising. “Good lookers.”
“Yes.”
Fiona was instructing her daughter, as was Maria. Planning strategy, I guessed, and as the bell rang, Fiona gave Janice an encouraging slap on the rump and stepped out of the ring. Maria left the ring too, leaving the two daughters together.
The fight was on, and as sporadic lewd comments came from the audience, the girls circled each other. If any of the backchat phased them they didn't show it, being totally focussed on each other. I felt my pulse rate rise. This was it, the first trial. If Jasmine could make short work of Janice, the fight was all but won.
Maria charged in first, her progress slowed by the impact with Janice's body as she wrapped her arms round her opponent, and continued to shove. Janice grunted, her feet sliding on the canvas as she struggled to hold her ground, but Maria had the momentum and as she leaned into her opponent, was able to drive her back relentlessly into her own corner, while all Janice could do was struggle, then emit despairing cry as her back was pressed into the turnbuckle. Fiona moved aside, as the ref, Sandy, moved in to see fair play, but the concern for her daughter showed on her face.
My focus was drawn by the swell of Jasmine's breast against the side of her suit as she pinned Janice into the corner and consolidated her hold. I glanced at her mother, who was watching with interest, blissfully unaware of the cheap buzz the sight of her daughter's tit was giving me.
Jasmine pulled back, still holding Janice, and adjusting her grip, leaned back. Janice yelped as she was lifted off the canvas and turned cross body, legs kicking, her thighs quivering delightfully. Jasmine couldn't hold her for long as she struggled, her feet braced, thighs and back flexing as she staggered slightly, and she didn't try. She slammed her opponent down onto her back in front of her mother, glancing at her like a cat who's just brought n a dead mouse.
“Way to go, Jaz!” I yelled.
Janice let out a pained grunt as she landed, but she wasn't hurt enough to lose focus. Instead she rolled away, reaching up to tag her mother, who slid through the ropes quickly to face Jasmine.
Jaz started to back away from Fiona, who was clearly intimidating her as she stalked her, while Janice, climbed out of the ring, rubbing her back.
“Get back, sweetie. Tag me in!” yelled Maria leaning over the ropes and reaching for her daughter.
“Nice arse your girl's got,” said the guy next to me.
I really didn't need him to comment. As the suit stretched over it, I could see that, but I was less than happy that he and most of the rest of the audience could see it too.
Jasmine stood her ground, though she might have been better advised to take her mother's advice, as Fiona moved fast, grabbing a hank of Jasmine's long dark hair, and jerking her around with it.
Jasmine shrieked, reaching up for Fiona's hand as she twisted in her grip. Again I was distracted by her breasts shifting dangerously inside that suit, and as Fiona jerked her head back, it seemed as if one or other of them was on the point of slipping out.
“Come on Fi, slip those titties out!” It seemed I wasn't the only one who'd noticed, and whoever said that got some appreciative applause, to my alarm.
Fiona didn't do that. Instead she lifted her leg, swinging it round to driver her knee low into Jasmine's stretched belly.
Jasmine howled as her body jerked with the impact.
“Fuck!” Maria's eyes were wide, her hand to her mouth as her daughter doubled over in agony.
“Oooh!” the guy next to me said. “A real egg cruncher, that!” I glowered at him as he smirked. “You girl's not going to be best pleased about her grandchildren becoming an omelette!”
The guy made me sick, but he was right about one thing. Maria wasn't happy at all.
“Ref, that was a low blow. Call it!”
Sandy ignored her looking down at Jasmine who was now on her hands and knees, nursing her belly, her eyes wild with shocked pain, while Fiona grabbed her hair again to haul her up to her feet.
“Go, mum, fuck her up!” yelled Janice from her corner, jumping up and down excitedly.
I found the sentiment from the young girl shocking, and wondered how she'd feel if Maria did the same to her. A twisted part of me hoped that she might; teach the girl a lesson. As it was, it seemed to me that her nipple buds were even more solid as her apple breasts jiggled in her suit.
“Ref, you can't let this continue. CALL IT!” I could hear the anger and panic in Maria's voice.
Again, Sandy ignored her as Fiona jerked Jasmine's body back again, and this time her left breast did pop free, to a round of cheers from the audience, who didn't seem to care how badly hurt she was.
Jasmine's body glistened with sweat, and I have to admit that as that well formed breast quivered under the light, so similar but firmer than her mother's, my cock stiffened.
“You done the daughter too?” The guy next to me was looking at me, and I guess what I was thinking was written all over my face. “Probably not much point now, of course... whoa!”
He leaned back as I went for his throat. I felt a hand on my shoulder. “The only fighting here is in the ring!” said the bouncer.
“I've had enough of this!” Maria was climbing into the ring, and only then did Sandy take notice of her.
“Out of the ring NOW!” she shouted, whirling on Maria, while the crowd whooped with delight.
“Call yourself a ref? Look what's going on. LOOK!” There was a note of panic in her voice and I looked.
Fiona was driving a now helpless Jasmine back towards her corner, where Janice waited, a wicked smile on her face, to loop her arm round Jasmine's throat and hold her there. Fiona then took a step back and to my horror slammed her forearm openly across Jasmine's breasts while Sandy was distracted.
Jasmine howled, and let go of Janice's arm which she'd been desperately tugging at, to nurse her aching breasts.
Seeing this, Maria simply shoved Sandy out of the way and strode over to Fiona, while the crowd roared and applauded, grabbing her arm. “You cheating bi.... gaaah!”
In that moment I was thinking that a DQ would lose any hope of prize money and that my bet was lost, but Sandy had come up behind Maria and wrapped her arm round her throat, jerking her back.
Okay, maybe she had to pull her off, but the vicious kidney punch that followed was more than unnecessary, however much the crowd yelled their appreciation. Maria sank to her knees, arching back, her hand on her kidney, mouth open in a silent scream, while I looked on in horror, my cock refusing to subside.
“You didn't bet on those two did you?” said the guy, giggling. “You poor sod. Didn't you know there was no way they could win?”
I gave him a puzzled frown, curious despite my loathing of him. “You mean the ref's bent?” I said. “I can see that!”
“More than that, Fiona is Sandy's little sister!”
My jaw dropped. That explained why the odds seemed so favourable when I placed my bet! I realised then that fair play was not high on the list of the=ings these people wanted to see.
As I looked back at the fight, Fiona had turned, and was smiling down at the injured Maria. She glanced at Sandy and winked, then turned back to Jasmine. On cue, Janice released her grip on the poor girl, and Fiona whipped her across the ring with such force that she flipped right over the top rope.
The impact of 120lbs of young female flesh on my chest sent my chair toppling back into the next row. I was pushed back again as Maria squirmed in pain, instinctively holding on to her, my hand grazing her bare breast, feeling the nipple against my palm. I could smell the sweat on her and feel its slickness on her body. Worse, my hard cock was pressing against her buttock, not that she was in any state to react to that. I just hoped she wouldn't remember it later.
“A gift from heaven!” said the guy next to me, grabbing her thigh, the edge of his hand pressing openly against her sex, while he pushed the other leg away, opening her up.
“Get off her!” Angrily I shoved him back, while Jasmine rolled limply to the floor like a sack of meat.
I got to my knees beside her, while she lay panting, her belly heaving, trying not to notice the shadow of her bush through her damp suit. “You okay, honey?” I croaked, trying to ignore my cock, which was screaming at me to relieve its tension, making me feel ashamed of myself.
“Fuck her!” people were yelling, but not at me, it seemed.
I looked up at the ring, to see that Fiona was now outside it, pinning Maria's arms back over the ropes, while her daughter was openly whaling at Maria's belly with a closed fist. All Sandy was doing was watching with a faint smile, and her nipples now stood out under her black and white top.
As I watched, Jasmine grabbed the front of Maria's suit and yanked it upwards sharply. Maria let out an anguished cry as the suit bit into her sex, exposing her full bush for all to see, her legs quivering with helpless pain.
The crowd were howling with delight as my girl was publicly humiliated, but these two bitches weren't finished.
“Keep going, honey, I've got her,” said Fiona, jerking Maria's arms back.
Janice simply nodded, and let fly another cruel punch low into Maria's belly. Maria jerked forward, letting out a guttural moan, and I saw the crotch of her suit darken, then a squirt of pee jet through it.
Janice stood back, gigglng, but I'd seen enough.
“Stop this!” I yelled standing up. Everyone in the ring turned to look at me, and the baying crowd fell silent. “You should all be ashamed of yourselves. They're beaten. They lost. Let them go!”
Someone started booing as Fiona let my girl go. She climbed back into the ring as Maria's legs gave out and hauled her half to her feet. Then aided by Sandy she dragged her over towards me and heaved her over the middle rope. Maria flopped onto the apron and rolled off, landing on her belly next to her daughter.
“Fucking hypocrite,” muttered the man I'd been sitting next to.
“Shut up!” I yelled, turning on him. I knew exactly what he meant. My cock was still rock hard, and it was obvious.
“You'd better get them home before anyone notices,” he said, winking.
I glanced up at the ring to see Fiona and Janice strutting round the ring, arm in arm, fists in the air as the crowd cheered them.
He was probably right.
Maria had got to all fours and was checking Jasmine, who was still nursing her belly. I helped then both to their feet and escorted them from the hall.
“See you again soon,” said the guy.
