Lynne's Adriatic Adventure

[EllenShaw]

Ooops, I've done it again! Got distracted from the stories I was writing by an idea for a completely unrelated one, that is. Here's Lynne's story of a little extra-curricular activity she got involved in during her summer vacation. This story was inspired by the discovery of some stunning pictures of a MILF on the profile of a forum member who goes by the name of momfight_lover. I can't quite decide if she's real or AI but she's one sexy 50-something and if you're a regular reader of my stories you'll know that's right up my street.

I've attached pictures of Brina and Lynne to this story. Sorry, no pictures of the 'oh-man-kini' - you'll just have to use your imagination for that.

My name is Lynne, I'm a 48-year-old happily married housewife and mother of two. I'm also a mature topless wrestler.

It all started when I discovered my husband Rick's stash of what I suppose you would call 'soft core' porn videos. I had been looking for a thumb drive (some call it a 'memory stick' but you know what I mean) to copy some audio book files to that I was going to share with my neighbour, Sue. I picked up one I found in Rick's desk and put it into my laptop. When the folder opened and I want to copy the files I was amazed to find it was full of dozens of MP4 files. I took a look at a couple of them and quickly realised what I'd discovered, the sneaky bastard was watching porn. And not just any old porn, women wrestling and boxing half naked. It seemed my husband of 25 years had a secret fetish.

Of course, I could have wiped the whole thing then and there, but I suspected he had a backup copy and could probably download them as well. My initial surprise and horror turned to anger and then, surprisingly, to curiosity. I forgot about Sue's audio books and watched a couple of videos at random. I have to admit that they turned me on. What I didn't notice at the time and, being slow on the uptake, needed more than one person to point out to me was that the stars of these films were my sort of age and my sort of build - MILF wrestlers!

That evening when Rick got home from work (he's a self-employed plumber since you ask) I confronted him with the thumb drive. I was still mad as hell but I knew what I'd seen excited my and it wasn't like our love life was suffering. If anything at a time of life when, according to what I'd read, a man's libido starts to fade, Rick was more virile than he'd been when we were younger.

After he got over his initial embarrassment and had gone through a typical series of male excuses and denials (it was somebody else's, he was just doing some research etc.) he came clean. Yes, he watched the videos. And yes, they turned him on. But didn't I like him randy? Wasn't he giving me the best sex of my life?

Well, I couldn't deny that. I was enjoying great sex. And if the price for that was letting him watch women I didn't know take their clothes off and beat seven bells out of each other then it was a small price to pay.

When I'd calmed down Rick invited me to watch a couple of videos with him. Rick plugged his thumb drive into a USB port on our 60" TV and we sat together, naked, on our recliner couch and watched a big blonde called Ellen wrestle a shorter, but very buxom, red head called Peggy. I guessed that both women were in their 50s. They fought wearing nothing but knickers with their boobs jiggling about. I'm a big girl but this Peggy woman's tits would have given mine a run for their money.

The fight lasted about 15 minutes with the advantage swinging one way and then the other until, eventually, Peggy trapped the blonde in a corner. She stood on the bottom rope and pushed her tits into Ellen's face, literally suffocating the taller woman until she passed out. As the poor woman's knees gave out, she put her hands behind Ellen's neck, stepped back off the ropes and literally slammed her face first into the mat. Poor Ellen was out cold. The referee counted to 10 and Peggy raised her hands in victory while another girl came to the aid of Ellen, who eventually stirred and slowly got up with a very dazed expression on her face.

As the film ended, I realised that I'd been fingering myself and I was soaking wet. I glanced across at Rick, sat next to me with a hand on his enormous boner. I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth. It took just a few seconds of licking and nibbling for him to groan and explode. I did my best to swallow all his jiz but it was still dribbling down my chin when I lifted my head and kissed him hard on the mouth. His right hand slipped between my thighs and found my love button and it was my turn to experience a violent (and very vocal) orgasm.

We lay side by side for a while, our hands on each other's privates, both drained. Then Rick said:

"Do you want to watch another one?"

I nodded; I couldn't wait. He selected another file and the screen filled with the sight of blonde Ellen again, this time wearing boxing gloves and boots as well as her knickers, boxing another redhead. This girl looked to be more of an athlete than Peggy and I watched, enthralled, as they traded punches and first one and then the other got knocked down only to beat the referee's count.

As I watched I felt Rick's cock harden again in my hand. I never saw the end of the fight as I had my back to the screen, straddling my partner and enjoying the best fuck I could remember.

Over the next couple of weeks, we had several sessions in front of the TV watching fight videos and fucking each other. There were different girls in the videos, one or two of whom looked vaguely familiar, but it became clear that Rick was at his randiest when he saw Ellen fighting. I began to feel jealous, particularly when, on one occasion, he called out her name as he fucked me on the rug in front of a fight she was in.

I was enjoying the sex but was he actually thinking about me or her as he shagged me? Suddenly I was a bit of an emotional wreck and, I'm embarrassed to say, I became quite frigid and rejected his advances. Rick, being a typical bloke, simply went to his office and jerked off in front of his videos. I sought solace in the arms of my neighbour, Sue, with whom (unbeknown to Rick and her husband, Tony) I'd been having a secret lesbian affair for years.

It was a hot summer and I often took a trip to the beach on a mid-week afternoon for a swim. The coast near us is blessed with some wonderful sandy beaches that are off the tourist trail with just small villages where most of the coast has huge resorts. On one occasion, after my swim, I wandered into one of the villages to browse around the few shops. I wandered into a hippy style arts and crafts shop and that's when I spotted her, behind the counter. She was wearing a loose-fitting cheesecloth blouse over a white under-wired bra and jeans and she looked a few years older that she did on screen but there was no mistaking those big boobs and the smiling face - it was Ellen fucking Shaw!

That explained a few things, like why some of the girls in the videos looked so familiar. I had assumed these films were made miles away, maybe in London or the US, but they were made locally. In fact, I later discovered, there was a secret operation in the very health club where I worked out.

My blood boiled, I was determined to have it out with her. But not here, not in public in her shop. I hung around until the shop closed and then followed her. To my surprise she came out of the shop wearing a sarong, sandals and a wide brimmed straw sun hat and headed for the beach. I followed her through the dunes at a discrete distance to a secluded little cove. She dropped her bag and hat, slipped off her sandals and took of her sarong to reveal a cheap turquoise blue bikini. To my amazement she took that off as well and headed into the see butt naked.

I watched her swimming but retreated from the edge of the dunes as I saw her coming back to shore. I scouted around the dunes and found a shelter area that looked perfect for my purposes. All I had to do now was challenge the bitch and hope she'd agree to fight me. I really wanted to teach her a lesson. I dropped my stuff and made my way back to the track I'd followed her down, assuming she'd come back the same way.

Sure enough, she appeared a couple of minutes later, strolling through the dunes oblivious to what was about to happen. I stepped in front of her and blocked her path. My blood was boiling as I said:

"At last, bitch, I found you."

She looked surprised and asked: "Do I know you?"

"No, but I know you, bitch! You're Ellen Shaw. You do those topless boxing and wrestling videos that my husband watches. He's obsessed with you. He jerks himself off watching your videos. Recently he even called your name when he was fucking me! I hate you, bitch, and I'm going to make you pay. Right here, right now!"

She looked at me but didn't answer so I repeated myself:

"Right here, right now bitch! I'm going to kick your ass! I'm going to make you wish you never got in that ring and made those damn videos! You've humiliated me, now it's my turn to humiliate you. Come on bitch what are you waiting for?"

She hesitated for a second and then said:

"Okay miss mouthy, let's do it!"

You can find out what happened next in another of Ellen's stories ("The Jealous Wife"). Suffice to say that a few days later I became one of the latest women to join CLAWS (the civilized ladies amateur wrestling society).

What was more surprising was that when I confessed what I'd done to my next-door lover, she admitted that she had wrestled herself in the past and that her daughter was already a member at CLAWS. (That story can also be found under the title "Best Friend's Best Kept Secrets".)

Sue and I both became senior wrestlers at CLAWS and, as she and several others had predicted, when Rick saw me in the ring, both on video and in the flesh, it took our sex to another level. Win or lose, Rick didn't care, he'd fuck me senseless either way. Any obsession he had with Ellen Shaw was a thing of the past. Besides, she's knocking on a bit. While I'm no spring chicken, I'm definitely fresher meat than her, and readily available at his table.


Anyway, that's all last year's news. Sue and I are now fighting in the senior wresting tournament, we've even fought each other (I won). It's now August and, after four rounds of the tournament, I'm in second place, one point behind Terri Brooks and one point ahead of Sue. The next round of the tournament will be on October 7th but before that Rick and I are going on holiday and I've arranged a little surprise for him.

We are taking our motorhome through Europe to the Adriatic. I've always wanted to go Venice and Dubrovnik and Rick fancies sailing around some of the islands in Croatia so we are taking a few weeks off and enjoying a leisurely trip through France and Switzerland to Lake Como and then on to Venice. From there we'll work our way around the coast to Pula and across to Rijeka before following the coast through Zadar and Split to Dubrovnik. On the way back we plan to go through Ljubljana and Bled to Salzberg and on to Munich. Then it's a meander through Germany and Belgium to the channel and home.

It's a dream trip but, although he doesn't know it yet, I've arranged an extra bonus for Rick. A few weeks ago, I was checking out posts on a private fighting group site and I found a Slovenian MILF who was looking for an opponent. Brina seemed a perfect match for me. A few years older and a few pounds lighter but definitely my kind of girl. She tells me that she hasn't fought in a while but used to wrestle before her kids were born and taught physical education at a local school. It turns out she lives just up the coast from Pula. She's arranged for us to have a private wrestling match at a local boxing club - I can't wait to get to grips with her!

So why have I been looking for a new opponent you ask? Well, as you know, I'm new to this game and I need to get a bit more experience. Other than my match with Carole at Sian's, which was really more of a sex fight, I've only fought Ellen, Sue and the other women in the CLAWS senior tournament. Sparring with Ellen, Terri and Sue is all well and good but it's not teaching me much. Sue didn't take kindly to me besting her back in June. Our little rumpy-pumpy sessions in her living room have become a bit more aggressive since then and, although she always apologises for hurting me, I know that I need to up my game if I'm going to stay competitive.

If I can beat Kelly and Sue loses to Terri I'll be in the final. Terri made me cum and knocked me out when we met in April. Since then, I've learned to control my urges but she's still a much better fighter than me. Taking on someone far away that no one knows about seems an ideal way to gain experience. Fingers crossed that proves to be the case. I only wish I'd found more than one opponent on this trip.

After our initial contact Brina and I exchanged a few emails and I got to know a few things about her. Brina Kovece was born in Tolmin in the Julian Alps but now lived in Izola, one of the towns on Slovenia's short coast line. She was married and has two daughters aged 23 and 21. She was a week or two shy of her 53rd birthday while I had just recently turned 48, so she was a little under 5 years older than me. She told me she weighed around 65Kg, 145lbs to my 148lbs, and 165cms tall - 5'5", the same as me. From the photos she sent me I could see she was a solidly built woman with a pageboy blonde haircut and C cup breasts. All round she looked pretty fit and a pretty close match for me.

She told me she had done freestyle wrestling at school and briefly been a member of the Yugoslav ladies' national team before the country broke up. After Slovenia became independent, she was a founding member of the Slovenian Wrestling Federation and fought in international freestyle events throughout Europe. At an event in Amsterdam, she met a girl called Claudia who told her about a place in Vienna where they paid girls to wrestle topless, filming the fights and selling the movies. Like many people in their twenties, Brina could always use some extra money and she made the journey to Vienna several times during the 1990s, only giving up fighting when she got pregnant.

After her daughters were born she taught physical education at a local school and also coached girls in freestyle wrestling. Her younger daughter, Jada, was now competing at a national level.

Having access to the CLAWS archives meant that, with a little help from Ellen, I was able to find some videos of Brina in action at the Catz Club in Vienna, including her first fight there against an opponent I instantly recognised as the CEO of Marshall's Heath Clubs, Suzi Lomax. Brina was no match for Suzi that day but she displayed real skill in some of her later fights. Like all of us, she was bigger and plumper now that she'd been 25 years ago but I had no doubt that, with that experience behind her, she'd be a formidable opponent to little old me.

Having agreed when and where we were going to fight Brina asked me about rules. I sent her this email in response.

Hi Brina,

I would like to fight you using the rules we use at my club. They are as follows:

    1. Best of 5 falls (submissions or 3 count pins) or a 10-count knockout
    2. 20-minute time limit
    3. No biting, hair pulling, strangling, closed fist punching or gouging - pretty much anything else goes
    4. No attacking a downed opponent until their knees are off the mat
    5. Topless, briefs or panties only, no shoes

Let me know if that's okay,

Lynne

Brina seemed generally happy with my rules and only added one extra condition of her own:

"As this is the first time we have met, I think we should fight in bikinis. I don't show my tits to every woman and I meet. Maybe later we can move onto topless."

I have to be honest and say this condition worried me somewhat. I'm a big girl up top, 38E. I have never fought the bra on before and I wondered how a flimsy, unwired, bikini bra would constrain my puppies during combat.

The other thing that worried me a bit was that Brina had found a referee for our match, her daughter Jada. She assured me that Jada would be completely impartial but I was understandably sceptical.

Unfortunately, her email about the bikinis didn't reach me until we were well on our way to meet her and I only had a limited wardrobe with me. During a stop in Lido di Jesolo I surveyed my selection of outfits. I only had the three with me; a string affair with a halter top that, in all honesty my tits would probably fall out of if the wind was in the wrong direction, a more robust royal blue halter top bikini that I kept for more formal (if that makes sense) occasions and an outfit that Rick calls my 'oh-man-kini' because, when I wear it he looks at me and goes "oh, man!".

This latter outfit is more of a one piece than a bikini but not much of a one piece. I'm proud of my body and not ashamed to show it off. This outfit is basically a thong that goes over my shoulders rather than my hips. A single split piece of black and silver fabric, about 5 inches wide at the widest point, rises from my crotch to my shoulders, just about containing my tits on the way, and then runs down my back, disappearing into my bum crack. I look stunning in it but could I fight in it? And would Brina allow me to?

A day later we arrived in Izola and made contact with Brina for the first time. She suggested we meet that evening for a drink at a local bar. We did and she was charming, enthusiastic and spoke excellent English. She also admitted that, since I got in touch, she'd been on the Tygress website and watched a couple of my fights. I described my outfit to her and she seemed a little indifferent to it, affectionately patting me on the knee and saying:

"You wear what you want, Lynne. Just remember that we're fighting, not sunbathing."

She gave me the address of the gym where we would be fighting and told us to meet her there at 2pm the next afternoon.

We arrived at the gym in good time and were met by Jada, who led me to a locker room door and said:

"Change in here, my mother will meet us in the ring."

She then led Rick away to the ringside. Alone in the locker room I quickly undressed, did a few warm up exercises and slipped into the oh-man-kini. I looked myself up and down in the mirror, admiring my outfit.

'Not bad,' I thought to myself, 'let's just hope it stays on'

Jada came into the locker room and asked if I was ready. I nodded and slipped on a bathrobe before following her out to the ring. Brina was already in the red corner, looking resplendent in a white bikini with a halter top and tanga briefs that showed the merest hint of a camel toe. She certainly was a sexy looking lady.

Jada and I climbed into the ring by the blue corner and I slipped off my gown, tossing it to Rick who was sitting with Brina's husband, Jakob. I gave the boys, and Brina, a twirl. I felt sexy and powerful. A gladiator ready for battle.

Jada called us to the centre of the ring for a quick briefing:

"Ladies, you both know the rules you agreed to. I want to see a good, clean fight and I will not tolerate cheating. Now shake hands, return to your corners and wait for Rick to ring the bell - then come out fighting."

We shook hands Brina looked me in the eye and said:

"Remember Lynne, no funny business. We're here to fight, not fuck."

We returned to our corners and waited until Jada nodded to her father and he rang the bell for the start of the first fall. At the sound of the bell, we advanced on each other, locking up in the centre of the ring. Brina moved quickly and caught me off guard, spinning me around and converting her shoulder and elbow lock into a side headlock.

Almost immediately I regretted my choice outfit. It was fine for a relaxed day on the beach and, with a sarong, even at a restaurant or walking the streets of a Mediterranean town. But those two flimsy bits of fabric were never going to contain my big boobs during a fight. We were seconds into the action before, bent over on the headlock with my bog boobs dangling down, first one and then the other of my puppies came free. Distracted by my state and undress I reached down to try and cover my tits and paid the price as Brina bulldogged me to the mat.

Dazed by the impact I took a moment to clear my head, pushing myself up to my knees and pulling the fabric back across my nipples, before coming to my feet but the count of eight. That set the tone for much of the rest of the fight. I was on the back foot for most of the time constantly fiddling with my outfit as first one and then the other booby came free. With her tits contained in a solid bikini bra Brina had no similar problems, nor did she seem phased by the frequent appearance of my nipples. In fact, she took full advantage of their nakedness on more than one occasion, attacking them aggressively and causing me to concede the first submission of the match after just four minutes.

As I sat in my corner, once again fiddling with the fabric to cover my (by now very sweaty) tits, Brina called across the ring to me:

"Lynne, stop fiddling with your boobs. If your costume doesn't cover them, why don't you just let them go free. If it's all the same to you I'll keep my top on, but I want to fight you and I don't want you distracted."

I nodded in response but said nothing. She was right, of course, the oh-man-kini was never going to keep my tits under control in a fight. The next time they popped out they were staying out. That way I could focus on beating the blonde in front of me.

I thought that would be the end of my problems, but I was wrong. Fabric back in place, I waited for the bell to signal the of the start of the second fall and then came out to face my opponent. Once again, we locked up and wrestled for supremacy. This time I was wise to her and avoided her attempts to twist us and catch me in a headlock. With neither of us getting an advantage, we broke apart and locked up again, this time in a trial of strength, palms to palms and fingers interlocked.

For the next minute or so we pushed and pulled each other around the ring but, once again, neither succeeded in taking the other to the mat. Then suddenly Brina released her hold on my right hand and delivered a left hook to my right breast, knocking it out of its fabric covering. I staggered from the impact. The fabric, free of its load and no longer in tension, slipped off my shoulder and down my arm. Not only did this limit my mobility but also became clear that, should the other strap go the same way, I would soon be completely naked. That was something I felt neither of us wanted this early in our relationship or this early in the fight.

She followed up with a right to my gut which doubled me up but mercifully didn't affect my costume further. I hit back with the left hook of my own catching her on the jaw and forcing her to back off. As she stepped back, I quickly took hold of the fabric that was slipping down my arm and moved it to the inside of my cleavage that, at least, would stop the costume coming off completely.

I was just in time, Brina recovered from my punch and charged forward, taking us both to the mat, her on top of me underneath. For the next two minutes we struggled for supremacy, rolling over and over on the canvas, first one on top and then the other. Being submissions only there was no sense in trying to pin the Eastern European so I did my best to use my bulk to control her. Eventually I managed to secure a grapevine, spreading her legs and pushing my tits into her face. She bucked furiously, trying to throw me off, but it was no good and after what seemed like an age she finally submitted, bringing us to one fall each.

The fabric covering my left boob had now gone the same way as the fabric on the right one had earlier and, as I got to my feet, both tits were hanging out and the left strap of my outfit was slipping down my left arm. Walking back to my corner, I pulled the strap up and, as I'd done earlier with the right one, hooked the fabric into my cleavage. Finally, I thought as I sat on my stool taking a quick drink and considering my next move, that's sorted - but once again, I was wrong.

Brina may have not fought for many years but she was proving herself to be quite a formidable opponent. Slightly shorter and lighter than me she was still very powerful and had shown skills which I certainly didn't possess, despite all my training with Ellen and Terri.

When the bell rang for the third fall, I stepped out with both breasts now exposed, quickly realising that the fabric of my outfit was pinching rather uncomfortably around my nether regions. It didn't take long for Brina to pick up on my discomfort and take advantage of it. After locking up we were soon back on the mat, this time with me on top. But the chaffing around my pussy was distracting me again and she could tell. Grabbing the back of my outfit she pulled it into a wedgy, yanking the bunched-up fabric around my crotch deep into my cxnt. That hurt like hell and it was no surprise that I quickly submitted for a second time.

When the bell sounded, I rolled off my opponent and lay on my back, my fingers prising the fabric away from my abused labia, before sticking my hand inside the fabric to massage my poor clit. After about 15 seconds or so I got to my feet and made my way, somewhat bow-legged, back to my corner. I was in agony. I stood for a moment, looking out of the ring in an attempt to keep my tears hidden from my opponent. I found myself staring directly at Rick, his face a picture of concern at my discomfort (and at the realisation that he probably wouldn't be getting any for the next few days). When I turned to face Brina again, she once again called across the ring to me:

"Oh, for God sake Lynne, take it off. It's not doing you any good. I don't need to use your outfit to beat you. I'm going to take you out whatever you are a weak bitch and I will win this fight."

I have to admit that piss me off a bit. How could she say she didn't need my outfit to beat me when she'd just used it to rough my pussy up? She was right though, how could I have been so stupid to select this outfit for a wrestling match? There was nothing for it. I pulled the straps over my shoulders, lowered my arms and let the garment fall to the canvas, standing before the assembled group complete as nature had intended.

I wasn't under any illusion that Brina would follow suit. She'd already made it clear that she was not about to reveal her most intimate parts to a complete stranger. But she certainly wasn't against giving me advice. Advice that I was forced to admit made perfect sense.

The bell sounded for the start of the fourth fall and I made my way, completely naked, out to the centre of the ring to look up with my opponent. What follow next was something of a blur. Somehow, she managed to turn me around and trapped me in a scarf hold, my own arms cutting off my air supply. A knee found its way between my legs, slamming into my pubic bone. Before I knew it, we were sitting on the mat, her behind me and me between her legs.

She quickly hooked her feet inside my thighs and begin spreading me. At the same time, she released the scarf hold and wrapped her own right arm around my throat in a choke while her left hand started to squeeze my left breast. My left arm was trapped inside of hers. My right arm was now free, but my strength was fading fast. I could do little more than slap wildly at her thigh as she pressed her bikini clad breasts into my back.

Brina tightened her hold and my vision began to fade as I was slowly starved of oxygen. I had no doubt that somewhere beyond the range of my eyes, Rick was creaming his boxer shorts and I strongly suspected Brina's husband was as well. I was powerless and it was just a matter of time.

Brina's free left hand was squeezing my left breast and twisting the nipple. It was painful and distracting but, at the same time, sensual and stimulating. I relaxed a little, preparing for the inevitable and hoping that, when she felt my muscles relax, she would slacken her hold.

She didn't. Instead, Brina tightened her hold around my throat and squeezed my tit harder. I tried to cry out my submission but I couldn't breathe. I tried everything to get free but her hold was locked on tight. I started to panic as the edges of my vision blurred and faded. I heard Brina whisper in my ear:

"Goodnight Lynne."

Then everything went black.

When I opened my eyes, my head was against a board and there was something red dangling in front of me. I struggled to focus. Shit! That's not a board, that's the canvas and that's the bottom rope I can see. I was lying on my side. Through a rush of white noise, I could hear Jada counting:

"eight...nine...ten...out!"

In the distance a bell rang. It was over, I'd lost. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. The figure of Brina came into view. I stared up her firm legs, past her panties to her face. She stared down at me with a mixture of satisfaction and concern. I was breathing hard but otherwise fine. I smiled up at my vanquisher and said, through gasps:

"Congratulations Brina, a well-deserved win. Welcome to the world of MILF fighting. Remember, you haven't just beaten a housewife from southern England, you've beaten one of the leading contenders for the CLAWS senior wrestling title. I can't wait for a rematch and a chance to get even with you."

That evening Brina and Jakob treated us to a wonderful meal of local cuisine in a restaurant overlooking the beautiful harbour. Emboldened by a few glasses of excellent wine and still smarting from a defeat which, I felt, owed as much to my poor choice of outfit as it did to Brina's wrestling prowess, I issued what might have been a rash challenge:

"Brina, we'll be heading back this way in two weeks' time. How do you a feel about a rematch?"

"Oh Lynne, are you sure you want another beating so soon?"

"A fight yes, a beating no, but we'll see. And now that we're better acquainted how about we fight topless? I want to pay you back for what you did to my tits this afternoon."

Brina chuckled at the memory and said:

"Yes, why not? I'm sure we can book the gym again. Perhaps Jada can persuade one of her friends to join us for a tag match."

Well, that trumped me. I wanted a rematch with Brina but the idea of mother and daughter against me and another young local wrestler was certainly tempting. And then she topped it:

"And perhaps the boys would like to have a go too?"

Jakob smiled enigmatically. Rick had never (to my knowledge at least) set foot in a wrestling ring and, despite his fetish, I wasn't sure he'd be much good at it. Jakob, on the other hand, looked like a man who could handle himself.

Back in the motorhome that evening, snuggled up in bed, Rick asked:

"Lynne, are you sure you want to fight Brina again so soon?"

"Damn right I am. I want to get even with her. I only lost today because of that stupid outfit. I'll beat her next time, you see if I don't. I know that watching me fight turns you on and knowing that turns me on too. But I'd much rather you put that big dick of yours into a winner's pussy, not a loser's - and, before you get any ideas, that doesn't involve fucking Brina."

Rick pressed his body against mine, his hard cock pressing against my naked body as his fingers tiptoed their way down my belly towards my pussy. God he was hard. And big. Like a truncheon. Desperately wanted him but the fabric of the oh-man-kini had rubbed me raw and I knew I couldn't accommodate him tonight. I gently pulled his hand away and said:

"Sorry baby, not tonight, I'm a bit sore down there, but let me help you with that boner."

"Oh, yes please honey. What about Jakob? Do you want me to fight him?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't. My mouth was already full of Rick's cock.

To be continued...

[HumanPerson]

99.9% that the photos for that profile are AI, mostly because AI is terrible at generating fingers in a natural way, but still hot and a perfect fit for what you're doing.

[EllenShaw]

I'm not so sure this particular one is AI. If you look at the profile there are three pictures (the profile pic itself and two others) that are very consistent with each other and don't suffer from the typical AI faults on fingers, nose, mouth and hair style. The skin does look rather flawless but even the wrinkles on her knees are consistent. I think she may be real. If she is I'd love to meet her     

[EllenShaw]