Vignettes By GW Two short f/F fighting stories. Contains f/F violence and N/C Not for children, for mature adults over twenty-one, only. AGNES AND BEVERLY. Agnes Cummings was the new Physical Education Director, at Hollywell Hall School For Young Ladies. She only started this job a month ago, but very quickly determined there was entirely too much bullying and hazing going on. Most of the trouble was caused by a handful of senior girls. Beverly Edmunds was the ringleader of the group. Right now, unobserved Agnes was watching the sadistic game Beverly was playing with a younger girl in the ring, at the center of the gym. Agnes decided what Beverly needed was a dose of her own medicine. The tall, sturdy Games Mistress sauntered confidently toward the ring. With her midnight-black hair and huge, blue eyes, not to mention her magnificently developed figure, she was stunningly beautiful. Though not vain, she was well aware of the impact she had on others. She reached the ring, without either of the two students seeing her. Agnes watched in dismay, as Beverly bounced the pretty little freshman off the ropes into a clothesline. In her low, sultry, but authoritative voice, Agnes said. "That's enough, Beverly! How about showing me, some of those holds, and let Maryann hit the showers?" Beverly looked up, startled. She thought the gym would be deserted at the dinner hour, but she didn't back down any. Agnes's imposing body, covered only by a gym shorts and T-shirt, was certainly impressively intimidating, but Beverly boldly looked the tall Games Mistress up and down, and then answered snottily. "Sure, Miss Cummings! I'd be happy to teach you anything, I can!" Disregarding the seventeen-year-old's arrogant effrontery, Agnes vaulted easily into the ring. "We've been wrestling by professional rules." Beverly said. "I learned them at the wrestling camp, I went to, the last three summers. Are they all right with you?" Agnes was familiar with amateur rules, though perhaps not an expert, but she was confident she could handle this snotty, little brat no matter what rules they used. "Whatever you feel comfortable with, Dear!" She answered in a sweet, deliberately condescending tone. "O. K.! Two falls out of three!" Beverly chirped. "Ready?" "Whenever you are!" Agnes replied, as she got into a ready position. Meanwhile, Beverly jumped and gyrated around the ring, reminding Agnes of a chimpanzee. As Beverly's antics continued, Agnes watched bemused, but suddenly the teenager was on her. With surprising speed, Beverly smashed her forearm across the Coach's expansive, high-set bosom. Agnes gasped in amazement. The blow really hurt her. Then Beverly seized her arm. The world was suddenly spinning. In disbelief, Agnes realized Beverly had judo tossed her, and that she was sailing through the air. Agnes yelped involuntarily, and then totally unprepared for it, landed with a thump, that took her breath away. As she tried to get her bearings, Beverly grabbed two handfuls of lustrous, black hair, and dragged the beautiful Games Mistress to her feet. Agnes squealed at the pain of Beverly yanking on her hair. As soon as she pulled the beautiful woman coach, to her feet, Beverly kneed her in the kidneys. Agnes groaned. She was dizzy and off-balance, and Beverly hurled her into the turnbuckle. Somehow, Agnes stayed on her feet, only to have Beverly grab her, as she bounced off the buckle. Beverly got hold of the bigger girl's arm, and whipped her into the ropes. This time, when Agnes bounced off, Beverly clotheslined her, across the throat. The next thing Agnes knew, she was flat on the canvas, choking for breath. Her throat felt as if it had been permanently crushed. Still pretty dizzy, she was totally surprised and unprepared, when Beverly knee-dropped into her flat belly. The washboard-muscled ridges of her abdomen, provided scant protection against Beverly's considerable body weight, all concentrated in that one spot. Agnes would have screamed in shock, if she could have made any sounds at all. Agnes helplessly felt Beverly drag her to her feet by the hair again. "Ow, ow! That hurts!" She thought. She tried to protest but only managed a strangled gurgle, as the relentless teenager pummeled her head, back and forth with forearm smashes. Agnes tottered backward. Her long gorgeous legs trembling unsteadily. The Games Mistress's legs were quite heavily muscled, though super shapely. Yet, powerful looking, as they appeared, Agnes now found them hardly able to support her. Beverly seized Agnes's arm and whipped her into the ropes again. As Agnes bounced off this time, Beverly threw a body block against her legs. The momentum of Beverly's body flipped Agnes over, somersaulting her onto her back, once more. Beverly pounced hard across Agnes's chest, pinning her. Gamely, the big, beautiful coach tried to throw the girl off her, but Beverly grabbed her long leg and pulled it tight. Now, Agnes found that Beverly had her shoulders pinned firmly. Beverly began to count, slowly. She reached the mandatory "three", but then, even more slowly, counted all the way to "ten." As Beverly let her up, Agnes realized, in chagrin, that the insolent young student could have held her down until she reached "one-hundred" if she chose, without her ever getting free "You better rest awhile, before the next fall, huh Coach?" Beverly said with mock solicitude. Her face burning in embarrassment, Agnes was glad enough to go sit down in the corner, for a while before she faced the teenage bully, again. While she tried to get her breath, she tried to figure out what had gone wrong. At five-foot-nine and one-hundred- forty-eight very solidly-packed pounds, to Beverly's five-foot-five, and one-hundred-twelve pounds, she was certainly bigger. Agnes knew too, that all her extra weight was solidly developed muscle without an ounce of fat. She knew she was much stronger than the student, but Beverly threw her around, as though she was a rag-doll. It was a full five minutes later, when Beverly said. "Ready yet, Coach, or do you need more time to get it together?" It seemed only a few seconds to Agnes, but she was too proud to admit that to her obnoxious student. She was still really shaken from the first fall. Full of secret doubts, she confidently answered. "I'm ready anytime you are, Beverly!" She jumped to her feet, though wincing internally. Agnes circled cautiously, staying out of Beverly's reach. "Afraid to mix it up, Coach?" Beverly snickered, disparagingly. Agnes gritted her teeth in annoyance at the nasty little bitch, but kept silent. Then tired of chasing the tall, beautiful coach around the ring, Beverly catapulted herself into the ropes and bounced off with built-up momentum. She caught Agnes by surprise, piling into her and burying her shoulder in Agnes's chest. Agnes gasped in pain. Then she had the unpleasant surprise of feeling Beverly's hand between her legs. "Ommigod, the bitch is touching my pussy!" Agnes went almost insane, struggling to free herself. As she struggled, Beverly eased the coach's big body onto her shoulder. Then with that firm grip on Agnes's crotch, she hoisted the big woman off the canvas. Agnes certainly wasn't timid, but the thought of being flung down from that height terrified her. She kicked and yelled. "N-no, no, don't!" Instead of body slamming her, though, Beverly slammed Agnes down across the top, corner-turnbuckle. The pain in her back took Agnes's breath away. She hung there, afraid to move, until Beverly raised her hands overhead, and smashed them down, as hard as she could, in a two-handed punch to Agnes's belly. Agnes bounced on her precarious perch, as Beverly repeated the punch. The third time Beverley hit her, Agnes's body jack-knifed in the middle, and she fell to the canvas, hurt and groggy. The gym coach nevertheless clambered valiantly to her feet, only to have Beverly slam into her, knocking her backward into the turnbuckles, again, and again, and again. When Beverly finally let her loose, Agnes stumbled to the center of the ring, and fell down on her knees. She doubled up clutching her middle. Beverly deliberately drew back her foot, and as though place kicking a football, drove her foot into Agnes's broad, boldly-rounded backside. With a loud cry of shocked indignation, the helpless coach hurtled forward, and landed face down on the canvas. With cruel deliberation, Beverly knee-dropped into Agnes's kidneys. Agnes screamed at the pain. Beverly rolled Coach Cummings over on her back. It was obvious, from the look of sick pain on her face, that Agnes was beaten. Beverly straddled the older woman. Sitting astride her chest, she pinned Agnes's shoulders with her bony knees. The mortified gym coach just lay there, unable to move. The pain was bad enough, but the humiliation, of having one of her students, trounce her so thoroughly, was just devastating. Tears of frustration blurred her eyes and one ran down her pretty cheek Beverly sat on top of Agnes for a moment, enjoying her triumph. She was about to start counting, when thought. "Heck! This is too much fun, to end!" Beverly patted Agnes's cheek contemptuously. "Don't cry little Coachie!" Beverly snickered. She jumped up and rolled Agnes over on her stomach. Agnes helplessly slapped at the girls hands, but Beverly just laughed at her. Beverly hopped between Agnes's splayed legs, and picked up one, under each arm. "Stop it! Stop it!" Agnes whimpered, almost crying, as Beverly rolled her over on her stomach. Agnes was helpless to resist, as Beverly twisted her body into a boston crab. Before she knew it, Beverly was bending her so far backward, that Agnes was terrified, the little bitch would break her back. As the pain increased, Agnes yelled, and then screamed. "Stoppp, stop! I give! I give! Pleeeeeas! Let me go!" Beverly ignored her, and poured on the pressure, until Agnes was soon screaming hysterically. Finally, Beverly did drop her legs. As she did, Agnes tried to scramble toward the ropes, but Beverly caught her from behind, by the hair. "Where you going, Aggie?" She chortled. "We're not done yet, are we? Don't you want to play, anymore?" "Let me go!" Agnes whimpered. Beverly was really starting to scare her. Beverly laughed, some more, and dragged Agnes by the hair over to the ropes. She pushed Agnes back against them. Agnes tried to fight her off, but she was sick to her stomach, and couldn't muster any strength. Then Beverly wrapped the coach's arms between the top and middle strands. It didn't take much for Beverly to tie her arms up securely. This embarrassing position thrust Agnes's very large boobs into special prominence. Beverly glanced at them eagerly. Licking her lips in anticipation, she rolled Agnes's T-shirt up, until she fully exposed Agnes's immaculate, white bra. "What are you doing? Stop it! Stop it! Are you crazy?" Agnes wept, fearfully. Beverly cut off Agnes's frightened protests by kissing the helpless gym coach, hard on the mouth. "Mmmmffffffm!" Agnes gurgled. Beverly reached behind the trembling coach, and unfastened her bra. Agnes gasped in shock, as Beverly pulled it loose, and Agnes's enormous breasts sprang free. They bounced about her chest, with a tight elasticity, borne up by Agnes' well-defined pectoral muscles. "Boy Coachie! You sure got big tits! Every one said you must be wearing falsies, but these are real enough!" Beverly pinched a nipple and prodded her boob. Agnes squawked in outrage. "Geez, they're real too! No silicone!" "Get away from me, you nasty, little bitch!" Agnes wept. Beverly ignored her protest and went right on taunting her. "It's amazing! These great big boobs don't sag at all, either. They're just like two helium balloons at the circus. I bet you love people to play with them! Don't you?" She added, boldly fondling the round, high-set melons. Agnes turned beet-red, in horrified indignation. "N-no! I don't! St- stop it! What do you think you're doing?" She stammered tearfully. "I'm playing with your tits, Coachie! What do you think I'm doing? Hey Aggie, I bet with tits like these, you got a real pretty pussy, too, huh, Coachie?" Agnes looked at the horrid teenager, in shock. Surely she wasn't' going to.... But of course, Beverly was! She slid Agnes's shorts, down her muscular thighs taking her white briefs with them, until she exposed Agnes's delightful genitalia, ebony fringed, and firm-lipped. Beverly greedily fingered it. "Ooooohh, nooo!" Agnes moaned in terror. "Shut up, or I'll really hurt you down here!" Beverly snarled. Her tone readily scared Agnes into compliant silence. Beverly was down on her knees between Agnes's muscular thighs. Agnes still couldn't get her arms loose from the ropes, although she had slid down, until her solid butt was on the canvas. Beverly slid the fingers of her left hand into Agnes's pussy, and began to play with her. At the same time she slid her right hand inside her own gym shorts and began to masturbate. Agnes gagged in disgust. She wanted to shriek at being violated like this, but Beverly pressed her mouth against her soft lips, silencing her protests, again. Beverly was quite skillful, and, hard as she tried, Agnes couldn't prevent herself from responding. Her big bottom was soon bouncing up and down on the canvas. Just as Agnes was about to come, Beverly came herself. As soon as she had satisfied her own passion, Beverly pulled her plundering hand out of Agnes's wet pussy, leaving The Games Mistress trembling helplessly. Still trapped in the ropes, Agnes sobbed helplessly, as Beverly calmly straightened her shorts, and walked to the corner of the ring. Before Beverly climbed out through the ropes, she turned and said. "Well, Coachie, it's been fun. If you don't tell anyone what happened, I won't, either. That is I won't, if we can wrestle again, from time to time? See you around, Coachie!" She left poor Agnes dangling half- naked from the ropes, her body on fire with unfulfilled passion. Agnes could hear the nasty little bitch laughing, all the way to the door of the gym. It took several minutes, before Agnes finally got her arms free. She stood up shakily, and pulled up her gym shorts and briefs, and put her bra back on. Her hands were shaking so badly, she couldn't get it properly fastened in back, but just pulled her shirt down. By then the crotch of her shorts were stained. It was a very chastened, humiliated gym coach, that slunk away that night, from the worst defeat, and mortification of her entire life. BARBIE AND MRS. JENSEN. I'm a sixteen-year-old junior in an all-girl's school. I have always enjoyed wrestling the other girl's in my class, for as long as I can remember. The other day, I was wrestling Cindy Jensen in her backyard. She's seventeen and a little bigger than me. Also, she's a senior. Even so, I was regularly pinning her. Her mother was watching us for a while. I could tell it was bothering her, that I was beating her daughter, so easily. Cindy was the star athlete of our school, and I knew Mrs. Jensen was pretty proud of her. Anyway, Mrs Jensen didn't say anything, but she finally went inside. I caught a glimpse of her, at the kitchen window, peeking out at us, though. I decided to give her something to look at. I pinned Cindy down, and got her arms under my knees. Then, I started slapping her face back and forth. "Stop it, Barbie! Stop it!" Cindy yelped. I slapped her some more, and she began crying, with real tears running down her face. She started yelling. "Mom! Help, Mom! Help me!" "You, big baby!" I laughed, as her mother came running back out. "What's going on here?" "Oh your daughter's a little wuss, who can't take it!" I sort of laughed. "You get up off her, right now! You bully!" Mrs. Jensen snapped, real stern-like. I got off her precious daughter. Cindy just lay there, sobbing. What a wimp! "You need a good lesson. Young Lady!" Mrs. Jensen said. "It would serve you right, if somebody gave you a good beating, and hurt you the way you did Cindy!" I don't know what made me say it, but I gave her a nasty grin, and snickered. "Who's going to do it, though? Would you like to give it a try?" Mrs. Jensen clenched her hands, and gritted her teeth, then she snapped back at me. "Well, maybe I would, Young Lady!" "Fine with me!" I smiled, wondering what I was getting myself into. Mrs. Jensen is a big, beautiful blond, in her late thirty's. She's the golf and tennis champion of our local Country Club. She was my instructor in Red Cross swimming, when I was younger, and I know, she's in really fabulous shape. I never fought a grown-up woman before, but I was kind of excited, at the thought. None, of the girls at school, were any challenge, anymore. Anyway, Mrs. Jensen went inside to change. She was back out, in just a couple of minutes, wearing this baby-blue bikini. I must admit she was really a knockout in it. Her middle is very trim and muscular, and her big, mature boobs don't sag at all, like my Mom's do. She's about five- nine, and over one-fifty, but big-boned, with long muscular legs. "Do you want to wrestle or box?" I asked her. "Or we could have a free-for-all, anything goes, if you want?" "Anything goes, sounds good to me!" Mrs. Jensen answered. I could tell she was real eager to show me up, and put me in my place. "O.K.! You have to give up, to be beat!" I said. We started circling each other. I moved first. I dived at her legs, grabbed her around the knees, and dumped her flat on her back. I really surprised her, and she landed real hard. I straightened up, for a second, and then jumped on her. My knees landed in her stomach. Since she's so much bigger than me, I wasn't taking any chances. The breath whooshed out of her, and her mouth opened in a big "O" when I landed. "Oh Barbara, that hurt!" Mrs. Jensen gasped. "That's the name of the game Mrs. 'J'!" I told her, kind of smug-like. "If you want to give up, we can stop, now!" That made her mad! "Not on your life, Young Lady! We just started!" She snapped back. While we were talking, I planted my bottom solidly on the old lady's gut. She started bucking, and trying to bridge me off. She was really strong, and I knew I couldn't hold her down for long, so I smacked my closed fist into her chin. I really clobbered her hard. It jarred my arm right up to the elbow. Her head bounced on the grass. She looked dazed, and for a second, her eyes were even crossed, just a little. So I hit her again. She grabbed my wrists, then. Mrs. Jensen has big hands, and a grip like a steel trap. I couldn't pull loose. When I couldn't get my wrists loose, I bounced up and down on her gut, some more. I weigh one-twenty, and had already hurt Mrs. Jensen, down there some, so I could tell it hurt her for me to do that. Finally, she rolled me off her. She still had a hold of my wrists, though, and she started to roll on top of me. I knew I'd never get the big cow off, if she got on top, so I kneed her between the legs. Mrs. Jensen grunted, at that. I wriggled my legs up, and got my feet planted in her belly. Then, I kicked for all I was worth! That broke her hold on my wrists, all right. I rolled away from her, and got up, real quick. Mrs. Jensen made the mistake of getting up on her hands and knees. I jumped on her back flattening her again. It must have hurt for those great, big boobs to hit the ground that hard, because I heard her moan. Before she could do anything, I grabbed her right arm, with both hands, and shoved it up behind her back, as far as I could get it. She started yelling, and I whispered in her ear. "Ready to give up, now, Mrs. 'J'?" "Damn it, no!" Mrs. Jensen hollered. Then she really amazed me. She used just her left arm and her legs, to power slowly up on her hands and knees. Even with me on her back, she straightened up, to her feet. She was really the strongest woman, by far, of anyone I ever wrestled. I still had her right arm, twisted behind her back, but I knew it would only be a few seconds, before she broke loose, now that she had room to maneuver. We were right near the house, though so I shoved her toward it. She dug in her heels, and tried to slow us down, but not soon enough. I built up enough momentum, to slam her against the concrete wall. Mrs. Jensen protected her face with her free hand, but her big boobs splatted real hard. Before she could do anything, I jerked her backward, and slammed her into the wall again. This time her forehead hit the wall too. She was moaning real loud. I kept her shoved against the wall and poured on all the pressure, I could, on her arm. I had it rammed up darn near to her neck, by now. I got my knee between her big, round thighs too, and kneed her behind constantly. Mrs. Jensen suddenly broke sideways, and twisted out of my hammerlock. I still had hold of her wrist, though. I used her momentum, to whip her right around in a circle, and she crashed into the wall, again. She was going so fast she couldn't use her free arm to protect herself. I lost hold of her wrist as she hit the wall, so I grabbed the bottom half of her bikini and jerked it up, as hard as I could. Mrs. Jensen really screamed at that. I'd wedged her little bikini, right up in her crotch. I knew it must be cutting into her pussy and her rear end. I must admit, I never fought so rough, or so dirty, before, in my life. I guess it was because, when I was fighting other girls my own age, I never guessed how much fun it was, to hurt a big, grownup woman, who I'd known since I was in kindergarten. I was really turned on. I guess, if you must know, I kind of like other girls, and I had a crush on Mrs. Jensen for a long time. I used to have fantasies of dressing her up in baby-doll clothes, and playing with her big boobs, and maybe spanking her, if she talked back. Just then, the string holding together the two halves of Mrs. Jensen's bikini bottom broke. It was no wonder, the way I was jerking it. Mrs. Jensen was pulling so hard to get loose, that when the bikini came loose, she fell down. She landed on her hands and knees. Her great, big bottom cheeks waved around, naked in the air. I smacked her across her big butt. Then I decided to pull her bikini top off, and finish stripping her precious "Mommy" right in front of dear, little Cindy. I ripped it loose, pretty easy. The catch was really junk. When I ripped the top off, Mrs. Jensen jerked away from me. She grabbed a lawn bench, and pulled herself to her feet. When Mrs. Jensen turned around to face me, I threw both pieces of her itty-bitty, blue bikini in her face. There were tears running down her face, just like her darling daughter. She tried to hide her big boobs and her pussy with her hands, but it wasn't much use. She has big beautiful boobs, with sexy, brown nipples, and a beautiful light- brown beaver. "Ready to give up now, Mrs. 'J'?" I asked her, again. She sniffed back her tears, and said. "Oh Barbara, you nasty little brat! Y-you're the meanest girl I ever met. You deserve a good spanking!" The way she was snuffling, when she tried to talk, it didn't sound as though she'd be the one, to give it to me, though. "Well, it's a cinch, you aren't going to give it to me!" I snickered. Although, Mrs. Jensen was snuffling like a baby, she hadn't said she gave up, yet, so I figured, she was still fair game. I went after her with my fists. She started to say something, but I cut her short, with a straight left to the mouth. Mrs. Jensen's red lips mashed against her white teeth. I saw blood on her lip, and knew it must be split. I followed with a right hook, to the cheek. Mrs. Jensen staggered away from me, but I came right after her. I hit her in the belly and on her naked boobs. They bounced all over her chest, like water-filled balloons. She tried to protect herself, but her right arm must still have been numb from that hammerlock, because it seemed almost useless. She kept backing away from me, until I trapped her against the wall. Then I really went to work on her. I punched her face some more, until I closed one of her big, blue eyes. I heard, it was black for a week, or more, after. Mrs. Jensen's head bounced back and forth, banging into the wall, at every punch. All that long blond hair tossed, every which way, too, every time I hit her. I really liked hitting her boobs. The way they bounced, turned me on, even more than I was already. I hit her in the belly a few times. I liked the way those ridged, golf-champion muscles were all squishy when I hit them, now . My fist would sink right in. I hit her real low in the muff too. By now, Mrs. Jensen was crying, and yelling. "Stop it! Please! No more, Barbara! I quit! I quit!" I couldn't stop, though, it was too much fun. Even when she fell down on her knees, I kept punching her in the head. Finally, something hit me from behind. It was Cindy trying to play hero. She couldn't stand seeing her big, super-jock Mom getting a beating, like that. I was too turned on to stop now, though, so I just turned around, and went after Cindy. I knew she couldn't box, and I'd never used my fists on her before. I hit her in the gut, with everything I had behind it. Poor little Cindy wasn't expecting that, and she doubled over. Her face turned green. I hit her again in the nose, and blood dribbled down, her face. As she started to fold up, I smashed a right uppercut to her chin. That, about finished, our little hero, Cindy. She went right over on her back, out cold. I slapped Cindy's face back and forth, until she came to, and then I propped her up against the wall, because I wanted her to see me finish off her Dear Mommy. While I was finishing off Cindy, Mrs. Jensen got up again. She must have the constitution of a horse. When she saw me beating on her precious, little Cindy, she started to limp over, to me. Well, I was finished with Piglet, and turned to finish off Mamma Sow. The dumb bitch walked right into a knee in the gut. As she doubled up, I gave her a hard right to the chin. Mrs. Jensen's eyes glazed, and she was staggering, but she tried to grab me, anyway. I never tried to airplane spin on anyone before. I'd really only seen them on television, but I figured, it would really be fun to do it to this big, naked, blond, grown-up, with her bouncing boobs. What the hell? This was my big day. I ducked low, and drove my shoulder into Mrs. Jensen's belly. I heard her squawk, as she collapsed across my shoulders. I grabbed her around the neck with one hand and got a real, sexy handful of pussy and pussy hair with the other. Mrs. Jensen howled louder than a banshee at that. I can tell you, it felt like she weighed a ton, but I got the big cow off the ground, anyway. As I started spinning and built up momentum it got easier. Mrs. Jensen was screaming louder every turn. When I let her go, she landed on her back with a loud thump. She lay there, crying like a baby, just like her dopey daughter. I pounced on her, but there was no fight left in her. She just lay there under me, crying and begging. "Please, Barb! Let me go? Please, don't hurt us, anymore? Stop it, please! I'll do anything, you want! I give! I give!" I sat on Mrs. Jensen's belly and grabbed those big, sexy boobs and twisted them, just to hear her howl, louder. It was really great, knowing I had a grownup lady, lying there, all naked, under me, begging me like ten-year-old! Cindy was crying and screaming for me to stop hurting "Mommy" but she knew better than to try and help "Mommy" again. I slapped Mrs. Jensen's face, as hard as I could. "You're the one said who should get a spanking!" I told Mrs. Jensen. "That's what, losers, like you, deserve. Tell me, that I'm the best woman here, and that you're a fat old bag who deserves what she's getting! Then tell me Cindy is a nasty little bitch!" Mrs. Jensen didn't answer me, so I squeezed her nipples, harder. Finally, she yelped "You're the best woman!" "And?" I smacked her across the face again. "I-I'm a fat old bitch!" "And?" "Cindy's a nasty, little bitch!" Mrs. Jensen was sobbing like a baby, when I finally made her say that, about her precious little Cindy. I got off her, but knelt beside her a second, long enough, to smash my fists into her belly. She wasn't expecting it, and my fists really drilled right in deep. I just wanted to make sure, she didn't recover too fast. I still had some plans for her. I grabbed Mrs. Jensen's long, blond hair, and pulled on it until, I finally got her standing up. She was gagging and choking, and would have fallen over again, if I didn't hold on to her. I got behind her, and got her in a half-nelson and made her walk over to where Cindy was sitting against the house. I wanted precious, little Cindy to see everything, I was doing to "Dear Mommy!" When I had the big, naked, blond mother standing right in front of her daughter, I reached around and grabbed her pussy. I played with it. She really squealed, when I stuck my fingers inside her. Mrs. Jensen's pussy was wet and her clit was stiff. I guess maybe, she kind of got off, having a cute teenager, like me, beat her up in front of her daughter. Anyway, in a few seconds, the big blond really came, moaning and shuddering all over. I let Mrs. Jensen go, and she fell in a heap across Cindy's legs. She crouched there on her hands and knees, crying like a little baby. I knelt down beside her, facing her big white behind. I grabbed her around the waist with my left arm, so she couldn't go anywhere. I whacked her big ass-cheeks. They were hard as rubber, like big beach balls, and it hurt my hand more than it did her ass. I pulled off the leather belt from my cut-off jeans and doubled it up. A few whacks with that, and her big behind started to get real red. Mrs. Jensen kept yelling louder and louder, as I kept on whacking her. Cindy, with her mother's big red ass almost in her face, as the belt smacked it, was sobbing even louder, at seeing her "Mommy Dear" so hurt and humiliated. I didn't stop until those big, creamy, beach balls were the color of raw hamburger. By now, the crotch of my own shorts, was sopping wet too. When I finally stopped spanking Mrs. Jensen, I rolled her, on her back, again, with her big legs straddling her darling, Cindy." I sat down backwards on Mrs. Jensen's face I could feel her nose jammed up my backside, and her mouth right against my pussy. I wriggled around, holding on to her mammoth boobs for support, while I squeezed and pinched them. I felt her mouth working against my pussy. Boy, she must really have hated that! She was sobbing for breath. I guess she couldn't breath very well in that position. I never had an orgasm that good before. When I came back down to earth, I just sat there a while enjoying my feeling of power, looking into Cindy's face. Poor little Cindy couldn't move, because "Mommy's" big, heavy legs were pinning her against the wall. Her face was green, and suddenly she upchucked, spewing chunks all over her "Mommy's" belly and pussy. I got out of the way, quick, before she got me too. Before I left, I ripped Cindy's clothes off her too, and threw them, and what was left of "Mommy's" blue bikini in Mrs. Jensen's car. I locked Mrs. Jensen's purse, and keys inside with them. Then I locked the back door, knowing the front door and all the windows were burglar-proofed. I guess Mr. Jensen was pretty surprised, when he got home a little later!