Bridesmaids Revisited
By Punch
Something borrowed, something black and blue!


...she just about had it! 

It was a low throw and right in front of her. 

If Irma could stretch just a LITTLE further she could... 

There!!! 

It was just barely in her lace-gloved hands. 

But suddenly another pair of pink laced gloves slapped hers aside and it 
was gone! 

Eyes blazing, Irma turned her head and saw it was her younger sister 
Edna. 

It had nearly fallen to the floor as the forty-year-old woman in pink 
taffeta reached for it when her older sister unceremoniously pushed her 
aside. 

Irma, also in a pink taffeta gown, reached down to scoop it up when her 
sibling tackled her to the floor. 

Edna tried to scamper past her sister but her matching pink pumps 
couldn't find purchase on the hard linoleum, so she pulled herself ahead 
using Irma as a ladder, ripping her sister's gown in the process. 

The forty-two year old Irma wasn't about to let her younger sister get 
the better of her as she grabbed a handful of light brown hair and 
pulled violently. 

Her younger sister screamed, then yelled, "OK Irma, you wanna play 
dirty, then that's how it's gonna be!"  Edna then kneed her sister in 
the stomach. 

Irma doubled over on the floor but refused to relinquish her grip on 
Edna's hair and grabbed another handful in her other pink glove. 

"You started it, you Bitch!" 

Edna grabbed a handful of her sister's own brown hair with her left 
hand, and reached into the low-cut gown with her right and squeezed her 
sister's left tit. 

"How do you like that, Cunt!" 

Irma howled as she released her right hand from her sister's head. 

She then reached under Edna's dress and clamped down on her lace-covered 
pussy. 

As her sister screeched her disapproval Irma spat out, "And how do you 
like THAT, slut?" 

A little girl was about to pick up the object of desire when her mother 
quickly pulled her away and out of danger from the two older women, 
fighting viciously on the floor. 

Edna was chewing on her sister's nose when the lights went out. 

Irma had grabbed the bouquet and bashed her sister over the head with 
its hard handle. 

She untangled herself from her sister and took possession of the now 
disheveled flowers. 

The wedding party was stunned by the ferocity with which the two old 
maid sisters fought for the bride's bouquet. 

Irma surveyed the damage her groggily rising sister had done to her 
tattered gown when a white-laced glove grabbed both one of her ears and 
one of her sister's. 

Maggie, their sixty year old mother, had seen enough! 

The crowd cheered as the bride pulled the two bridesmaids by the ear to 
the back of the reception hall and, presumably, to the woodshed to 
discipline her misbehaved daughters. 

The End