At Rachel's – Part 2 --Brenda's favour
by Aristocatch

Brenda's great favour was for me to replace Rachel at an 'event' she was organising, given that Rachel's finger wouldn't be healed in time. It was essentially a mixed-wrestling event and, although sexy, she assured me that the men wouldn't get to fuck us at the end. I saw no reason to refuse.

The event was organised to celebrate the 21st birthday of the son of one of the surgeons at the hospital, a lad that many on the staff had known almost since his birth. Nurses being nurses various 'naughty' ideas had been thrown about. The young man was fairly slight in build, and supposedly shy. The idea of an initiation had come up, which gradually developed into a silly wrestling event where the birthday boy and three of his friends would be invited to 'wrestle' with four of the female staff at the hospital (three nurses and Rachel). The boys would wrestle to touch up intimately the ladies, until the ladies could encourage them to shoot their load. His friends were carefully chosen to ensure that they were not physically too dominating. All good clean (fairly) fun. The boy's father was not against the idea. A full party was organised elsewhere and this was to be a prelude with just a few people present in a room in the basement of the hospital.

When I joined Brenda at the hospital I found Rachel who had come to watch, along with a dozen or so other spectators. The other two wrestling nurses were an attractive black woman, Carol, with her long hair plaited up on her head who was just as cheerful and as full of life as Brenda, and a Scottish lady who answered to the name of Maggie and who was in her mid thirties. Maggie was the least sporty looking, but with the most to grab hold of for the lads. We were asked to wear T-shirts, without bras and fairly flimsy-looking strings, which didn't leave much to the imagination, especially in Maggie's case.

The four young men were just wearing boxer shorts which showed that, even before we started, three at least were sporting the start of an erection. Who was to fight who hadn't been arranged beforehand, and so a draw took place which paired the birthday boy up with Carol. It was suggested that the boys might benefit from experiencing more than one partner and so it was agreed that every five minutes we would change partners.

Before starting we ladies had had a little discussion and agreed that it would be churlish to bring the guys off before they had managed a bit of groping. Brenda, Carol and I admitted to some previous wrestling experience which could counteract the fact that the guys were likely to be stronger. Maggie would have to fend for herself!

By the time we started there were maybe twenty spectators, mostly women, as the men had expressed the idea that they didn't want their male friends there to watch them, which I could readily understand.

My opponent looked young, but was of much the same age as the birthday boy. He was no bigger than me, with well muscled legs, but a slight upper body. I grappled him to the floor, by which time his hand had found it's way inside my panties. Either he was afraid of losing very quickly, or he was using Brenda's 'catch-them-unawares' tactics. For a while I wrestled and he groped, but always putting his hands up under my T-shirt, or down inside my string. Left to my own devices I made sure that his cock, through his boxer shorts, was nice and hard, without exposing it, or seeking to end the fight prematurely. I did ask him if he didn't want to wrestle a bit, but he replied that he was more than happy as he was.

Our five minutes were up and as we changed partners I saw that I was the only one still wearing a T-shirt. My three partners were all topless, and Maggie's string was pulled to one side, showing most of what Maggie had under it! As they got to their feet two of the guys, including the birthday boy were tucking the tips of their penis back inside their shorts. The birthday boy was to get to grips with Maggie next, and I found myself with the other one who had been hiding his assets.

He was keen to wrestle abit, and I let him wrestle my top off and, of course, fondle my breasts a bit. The birthday boy faired worse. Too attracted to the ample charms of Maggie his penis spurted forth, almost without Maggie's aid. It was after all his birthday and it seemed unfair that his friends should continue too long after him. I wrestled my opponent into a reverse face sit, pulled my string to one side and lowered my pubes onto his face. He quickly got the idea and put his tongue to work. I put my hands to work.

Initially through the cloth, but then I eased his shorts down. I hadn't realised just how ready he was to come, and the touch of my hand on his exposed penis was too much, covering his tummy with the evidence that his fight had come to an end.

Carol and Brenda finished off their guys, meaning that no-one survived beyond two rounds. I thought that would be all but, as usual, I was wrong.

Brenda informed me that there was to be further action, but not for us. Knowing what was planned for the four young men, two of their mothers had seen it as a chance to deal with some sort of disagreement that had existed between them for some time. To avoid them coming directly to blows they had come up with the idea of adopting what we had just been doing in the hope that their sons could cause the desired embarressment by denuding and molesting the other's mother in front of a watching public. It was not to everyone's liking, and several persons present had agreed to intervene in the event that it got out of hand.

The mothers were dressed alike, short skirt and knickers, T-shirt and bra. Their sons kept their boxer shorts, or at least the one I had brought off did, but the other had to change having come in his shorts!

I wondered at which point in time honour would be satisfied or whether the mothers, who had known each other since childhood, were secretly hoping to prove some highly unsubtle point.

Aesthetically the fight was well chosen. One mother was blond (at least aided by a bottle), while the other was dark haired, even if some of the colour was beginning to fade. They were in their mid forties, not unnatractive, and reasonably slim, though I'm sure that they imagined they were overweight. The blond was well tanned, while the brunette had much lighter coloured skin. I wondered what the boys were feeling, doing unmentionable things to your friend's mother, while your friend was doing the same things to your own mother. Depending on what was secretly sought for, could their really be a winner, or a loser?

At any rate the two fights started more or less side by side. The brunette's T-shirt was soon in shreds while the blond's aggressor was targeting her skirt. The boys were more dominant than they had been with us and the mothers both initially tried to protect their clothes, rather than take the fight back to the boys. This, of course, only delayed matters, and they still slowly lost their clothes anyway.

There came a time when the Blond no longer had her T-shirt, and one of her breasts was no longer within the bra. The Brunette still had her T-shirt in part, but not her bra. Neither had their skirts, but both still had some modesty left thanks to their knickers, if modesty was really the right word.

To what extent the fights had been pre-planned wasn't clear but, almost simultaneously, both mothers started taking the fight back to the boys. Before the mothers were topless they had both removed their opponent's shorts. Both sons, finding their penis being in their friend's mother's hand, quickly lost the capacity to fight and both shot their loads as their mothers triumphantly looked at each other. It was most strange.

This, however, was not apparently the scheduled end. Ignoring the splashes of semen the mothers set to work to bring their friend's son back to an erection. The boys for their part began getting their hands onto their friend's mother's body, and especially the breasts. The boy I had made come really went to town on the Brunette's breasts, not worrying too much what she was doing to his penis. After all he had come twice already and, even though he quickly had an erection again, he no doubt thought that he could delay coming for some time.

The other boy was more intent on proving that the blond was really a blond, though he was having trouble removing her knickers. She didn't seem too keen on this and although she grabbed his penis when she could, she also tried to fight him off her underwear. For the first time since the beginning the two combats were developing differently.

Strangely when he succeeded in tearing away enough of the knickers he didn't try to experience first hand the Blond's pubes, but turned his attention to removing the bra, which didn't take long. He took the two exposed breasts in his hands and began lavishly squeezing them. His friend presumably saw what he was doing, left the Brunettes knickers part way down her legs, and began squeezing her breasts in much the same way.

The boys watched each other even as they were malaxing their friend's mother's mammaries. The mothers for their part had a penis in hand and were seeking to produce fresh outpourings. As inexperienced as I imagined the boys to be sexually, they had both discovered that by adding some attention to the nipples they were exciting the mothers in a way that had not been evident up to now.

With hindsight it seemed likely that there had been some collaboration between the boys in deciding what they were going to do before hand, and maybe between the mothers as well. At least this seemed to have removed a much more perverse element where one tried to do to his friend's mother excesses that were not being done to his own mater.

At exactly the same instant the boys ceased breast fondling and turned their attention to parental pussies. The mothers, for the first time, seemed less willing. I suppose that having your breast fondled is one thing, having your pussy felt up by your son's friend, was perhaps another. Penis were left aside as the mothers sought to avoid what the boys were trying to do. This part didn't seem pre-planned, at least by the mothers.

Despite the mothers' efforts both boys got through their defences, essentially rubbing their pussies. The Blond's son got further, inserting a digit into the Brunette's pussy, but his friend didn't take long before the Blond felt her insides invaded. The Blond instantly counterattacked. Now that her indignity had been breached she had less reason to rely soley on defence and, catching her opponent unwares, she took his penis into her mouth.

The Brunette said something that I couldn't hear, before wasting little time copying her childhood friend. This was an assault that neither could repell and both ejaculated with much force. Although both women had removed their mouths, all four were splashed in semen.

Still this wasn't the end. Freed from the fear of coming (again) the boys turned their attentions back to their mature quests and the women were subjected to digital and oral attempts that were purely designed to give back some of the sexual stimulation that their sons had received. Despite the odd circumstances the mothers were obviously turned on, and they didn't resist what was being done to their pussies and their breasts with any real effort.

I distinctly heard one mother say 'OK' and the other announce something like 'now it's your turn'. I guess that the boys understood that something was about to happen to them, but they had no time to react. The Blond grabbed a handful of hair and hauled her friend's son off her and onto his back. The Brunette didn't need the hair, but her 'lover' was soon also on his back.

With a choreography that could hardly have been improved on, both took their friend's son's balls in hand and squeezed. The mothers had triumphant looks in their eyes and both seemed just as happy to see what their own son was suffering, as they were with their own handiwork. Variety is the spice of life, and the mothers were not content merely to squeeze. Having rendered their prey helpless they tested various methods of inflicting pain on male genitals, regardless of appeals for clemency.

I'm sure that any young man invited to gain sexual knowledge of a mature, but attractive, woman would not refuse though, as a woman, I did not appreciate the collusion that seemingly existed between the two young men to exploit each other's mother to the full. Trying to be fair, however, I'm not sure that I approved that much of the mothers using their offspring to inflict some sort of sexual revenge on each other.

These two young men couldn't grumble, they had enjoyed sexually playing with attractive women, and also two orgasms produced by these same women. The price they had to pay was now. Amazingly, despite the pain being inflicted on their balls, both soon had full erections again, which merely gave the mothers another target. I'll leave you to imagine just what was done to those male genitalia and how that must have deflated those two male egos (if not their penis), especially considering just who was inflicting that pain.

When enough pain and humiliation had been inflicted, the two mature madonnas rose and high-fived each other!

Brenda is a great one for replacing violence with pleasure. She quickly organised a ring of the ladies around the two mothers, more or less shielding them from the handful of men present. She calmly suggested to the Blond and the Brunette that they had generously given sexual release to their sons, but were without any themselves (even though they had been well stimulated). It would be a logical end to their endeavours therefore to give each other that tiny bit of missing pleasure that was needed. The two mothers quickly understood and wasted no time fingering each other until their needs were satisfied. Then they hugged each other in a way that suggested that what we had just witnessed was just what they had needed to do away with whatever it was that had soured relations between them in the first place.

The two sons were left to nurse their wounds. The other two young men, including the birthday boy, had been rather forgotten in all that. Once again Brenda came to the rescue. Calling her fighting nurses (and me) to her she led us on an assault on their virtue. The boys rapidly understood that we meant them no ill, and made no attempts to protect their clothes. It must be said that we helped them divest the ladies of their garments, especially Maggie who was butt naked in no time, and much in demand.

I confess that I kept myself in the background and didn't remove my string. I did take my turn playing with the boy's dicks and, if the birthday boy had been disappointed with how little time his original birthday treat had lasted, we more than made up for it. By the time he left to go to his main party he was wearing the biggest smile possible, even if his breath smelt highly of Maggie's pussy!