LUCKY DAY IN RENO

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"LUCKY DAY IN RENO" by Cage

Bill Richardson was having a record great day. He owned a restaurant in Reno. Joan, his wife, was in town dealing blackjack to eight that night at one of the casinos. The restaurant business was a little slow in the mid-afternoon so he left his headwaiter in-charge and took Nina, his twenty year-old waitress, out back to his office trailer. Nina was a little Mexican girl with the tightest little ass this side of the Rio Grande. She knew it and she used it. Bill was in the process of grunting out his second climax, this time in her tight little ass, when his luck seemed to go sour.

Unfortunately, things were slow in town and Joan was having one unlucky deal after another. Her pit boss decided to give Joan an early out on her shift. Joan was pleased to be free of the drudgery, but she didn't like the feeling that she was given the day off because she was losing too much. She walked into office just as Bill pulled himself out of the sweaty, satisfied girl. His first warning that all things were not well came when Joan pulled him off the girl and attacked. The fight was not exactly fair. At five feet two inches, Nina was three inches shorter than Joan and was outweighed by one hundred and forty-five pounds to one hundred and ten.

Still Nina fought like a tiger tearing out handfuls of Joan's bleached blonde hair and ripping open the outraged wife's blouse. Joan punched and pulled the little girl around the office. Nina's naked breasts and still dripping pussy were attacked again and again until the Mexican girl was screaming in tears as she fought back. Joan's large forty year old boobs were finally exposed and treated to some savage mauling by the Mexican's strong little hands. Nina gave a good account of herself, but she was outweighed and unprotected by clothing. Joan took the upper hand and began to punish the girl so severely that Bill finally pulled his wife off Nina's curled up body. He held the cursing forty year old bleached blonde until the bloody girl could escape.

Then he released her. Joan turned to him with a hurt look on her face. Bill reached out to comfort her and took a knee to his balls for his compassion. Bill fell like a stone and twisted on the floor in agony. Even when the pain dropped to a dull roar he decided that it was the better part of valor to remain on the floor until his wife's yelling indicated she was slowing down. Joan was still giving him holy hell an hour later when the door to the office opened and Nina and her mother Maria walked in.

Maria was an inch taller than her daughter and weighed at least 150 pounds. Joan was a big heavy woman with large balloon like tits that hung down now on her growing belly. Her measurements were 42DD-33-41. Maria, although shorter, was even bigger at 44E-38-46. In halting English, the 45 year old Mexican made it plain that she wanted a piece of Joan for what she had done to Nina. Fresh from her victory over the young girl and cowering husband, Joan was ready to take the mother apart for fun.

After a lengthy discussion in two languages punctuated by pushing and shoving the four parties to the dispute ended up at the back of the desert lot onto the soft dirt near the filthy dumpster. Reno had just received about ninety percent of its annual rainfall and the ground was still wet. Nina stood well away from Bill and Joan. There was a moment's pause ended by the large Mexican woman. Maria kicked off her shoes and started to strip out of her blouse and bra. Joan looked around nervously until the Mexican woman started mocking her body. Convinced that nobody would see or hear the fight, Joan stripped as well. Maria's belly pushed over her belt that held up her white slacks. She stood on the balls of her bare feet and waited. Joan was wearing the red pants and white stockings that were part of her dealer's uniform. Joan sucked in her belly, but a bit of flesh rolled over the top of her casino cowgirl belt. Both women eyed each other's body. Joan, although very heavy, looked to be in better shape and her short blonde hair was less of a target than the Mexican's waving long black locks.

Joan asked about the rules and Maria replied by spitting on Joan's hanging white boobs. Reacting instantly, Joan's right hand connected with the Mexican's cheek with a loud slap that twisted Maria's head around. Maria cursed and lunged forward into Joan's left fist. Maria grunted and stepped back. Joan grabbed the Mexican's hair and pulled her forward. Joan was ready to deliver a haymaker, but Maria stepped into her with a right to Joan's fat belly. Joan grunted and smashed her fist into Maria's belly causing the Mexican to fall forward and drag Joan to the ground.

The women quickly started hair-pulling and kicking trying to get on top and stay on top. Punching to the sides and to the stomach continued to produce grunts and cries, but neither woman was clearly winning. Both women were soon covered in dirty smears and red streaks. Maria's hands found Joan's white boobs. Joan screamed as the brown fingers disappeared from sight in the twisted folds of flesh. The Mexican forced the wife onto her back and straddled her. Joan smacked her fists upward and bucked until Maria slid off. Maria still held on to Joan's boobs and gave them a rough jerk to get the blonde's attention. Joan cursed and grabbed the Mexican's boobs. Side by side they kicked with their legs and mauled each other's tits with their claws. The old broads were really proving to be a couple of merciless bitches. Bill alternated between enjoying the fight and worrying about dealing with his wife when it was over. The two battlewagons cursed and screamed in two languages as they rolled across the ground into a muddy ditch.

The fall into the ditch separated them. Both woman were stunned and winded. Joan pulled herself up the side of the ditch until she was standing, still gasping for breath and cursing. Maria was slower crawling up the opposite side. Nina was yelling for her mother to get up, but the girl's screams did more for the muddy blonde. Joan turned around and dug her right fist into the Mexican's kidneys, smashing the shorter woman into the side of the ditch. Joan got in several more punches causing Maria to drop to her knees. The blonde grabbed the Mexican's long hair, dragged her onto her ass and down the ditch to an even muddier area. Holding the fallen woman by her tangled muddy hair, Joan began to kick the Mexican in the back. Maria finally twisted onto her stomach only to receive the outraged wife's muddy right foot in her face twice. Maria's nose spurted blood just as she grabbed the deadly foot and twisted. Joan hopped a moment trying to avoid the crash into the mud, but to no avail.

Joan slipped twice trying to scramble to her feet. When she finally regained her feet she was facing a very muddy Mexican with a bloody nose and split lips. Both women were filthy, but Joan was clearly the cleaner and the less damaged of the bitches. Maria continued to curse in Mexican and doubled-up her fists challenging Joan to a fist fight. Joan accepted the challenge and stepped forward with her fists ready. They exchanged several punches to the face and head of which only six or seven connected. The Mexican's punches backed Joan up twice and brought blood from her nose. Joan staggered Maria four times and further split the woman's lips. Joan dug her right fist into Maria's fat belly just below the belt line and caused the Mexican to fall to her knees. To Bill's surprise Joan fell back against the side of the ditch gasping.

Maria held her stomach and gasped for air as she stood. Joan stepped forward and jabbed Maria in the right eye. Maria counterpunched to Joan's chin and the blonde stumbled backward. The Mexican followed with a roundhouse swing that buried her brown fist into the blonde's already red and swollen left tit. Joan squealed and drove her own fist into the Mexican's own boobs. The two big breasted women leaned against each other and unloaded hooks and uppercuts into each other's boobs and bellies. Nina screamed for her mother and Bill started cheering on Joan. After three minutes of furious pounding the women were exhausted. First one and then the other would lob a slow but still powerful punch into the other's belly or boobs. The punches slowed and then stopped.

Joan stepped back and drove a stiff uppercut into the staggering Mexican's chin. Maria's head snapped back and her legs collapsed. Joan leaned against the side of the ditch and cupped her red swollen boobs and cursed the Mexican. Maria stayed on her knees in a heap of flesh, blood mixing with mud and sweat. Nina yelled for her mother to get on her feet. Maria started to struggle to her feet. Joan waited until the Mexican was on her hands and knees trying to push up, then the vicious bitch walked forward and delivered a powerful kick to the Mexican's belly. Maria groaned and fell forward into the mud. Joan stepped between her legs and kicked at Maria's crotch. I doubt the blows connected because of the mud and the Mexican's heavy ass and thighs, but Nina screamed and leapt from the side of the ditch onto Joan's back.

Joan and Nina fell against the side of the ditch with Nina on Joan's back ripping at the muddy bleached blond hair. Bill pulled Nina off his wife and held her back. Joan had already fought twice and won twice, she wasn't ready for a third fight. Maria had rolled over on her back and regained her senses long enough to see Joan resting on her back against the side of the ditch. The Mexican grabbed Joan's ankles and pulled. Joan slipped down the side and fell in the mud beside Maria. Using Joan's tits for handles Maria pulled herself to a sitting position beside the screaming wife. Furious with the attack Joan fought back like a wounded animal. Maria`s big boobs received a terrible mauling. Joan suffered, but she carried the tit fight to the Mexican and finally forced Maria to beg. Joan ignored the Mexican's pleas. She used the big brown nipples to pull and twist the meaty tits in oblong pretzels. Maria's nipples seem to go soft as she begged for mercy. Maria finally passed out leaving the blonde's reddened breasts to bounce back against her muddy belly.

Joan rested for a couple of minutes while Nina struggled to get free and help her mother. Maria regained consciousness and lay in the ditch sobbing. Finally Joan stood and started stripping off her belt. She doubled it up and started whipping the downed Mexican. Maria cried and tried to crawl away as the belt left welts across her back. Nina screamed and struggled. Joan kicked Maria in the ass and sent the woman face first into the muck in the ditch.

Joan turned to the young girl and told Nina that if she wanted another lesson to strip and get down in the ditch. Nina was more than ready. Once Bill released her Nina was out of her blouse and bra in seconds. She stepped out of her heels and removed a belt from her jeans. Nina's body was bruised from the previous fight, but she was completely rested. Joan on the other hand was still exhausted and badly damaged. She was covered in mud, but the blood on her face and the swelling in her boobs could still be seen. Although she had the size advantage Bill feared and secretly hoped that she was about to take a beating at the young girl's hands.

With a scream Nina jumped down on the blonde. The hit the side of the ditch and the third fight of the day was on. Nina's hands were all over Joan's body pinching, scratching, gouging and punching. Joan squealed and grunted, but she still had plenty of fight in her, all of it dirty. After a moment they were in the mud ripping at each other's hair. Nina was inflicting more damage, but Joan took it better. The belts had not really been used until Nina found Joan's belt around her neck. The Mexican girl sputtered and clawed at Joan's face, but she was slowly choked down into the mud. Bill was about to jump in and stop it before Nina got killed, but Joan released the hold and stood up over the gasping little girl. Now the belt got used. Joan whipped the young girl across the breasts and stomach until Nina rolled onto her hands and knees. Then the muddy blonde followed her down the ditch putting welts on sobbing youngster's back. The youngster finally collapsed crying for mercy. Joan lifted her off her knees with two kicks to the ribs and then tied the girl's hands behind her back with the Mexican's discarded belt. Joan rolled the girl on her back and put the belt to her round little breasts as the girl wailed for help. Bill started to intervene, but then Joan turned away and started stalking toward the girl's mother.

Maria motioned for Joan to wait. The fat woman pulled her belt out and then started stripping out of her mud heavy slacks. Joan smiled through her bloody lips and did the same. Maria let her belt out and stood there in the muddy ditch wearing stained white cotton panties. Her brown belly looked like it was about to pop the elastic and her thick bush showed through. Her thick legs were dimpled with fat and looked like perfect targets for the blonde's heavier belt. Joan moved down the ditch flicking her belt in front of her. Black pubic hair peeked out of Joan's red bikini panties. Her white stockings were only knee highs and they were discarded with two simple pulls. Now the fourth fight of the day was ready to play out.

Joan put the first new welt on Maria, but Maria was not far behind. The woman whipped at each other sending mud and squeals flying. Bill waited for one to move, but they were determined to whip each other into submission. The welts on Joan's white tits began to crisscross, but the blonde kept striking at the Mexican's legs, arms and face. They circled around each other striking again and again until Maria scored to Joan's face. The blonde squealed and turned away.

Maria was on her in a many laying the belt on the staggering blonde's back again and again. Joan turned suddenly and charged headfirst into Maria's belly. The resulting tackle changed the course of the fight again. Once on top of the Mexican woman, Joan went wild punching and clawing. Maria fought back, but she was being blinded by fingers, mud and knuckles. She finally rolled the blonde off and rolled to her hands and knees.

Joan was on her back in a second, wrapping Maria's own belt around her neck from behind. The blonde tightened the belt and pulled back choking the Mexican. Maria clawed at the belt, but there was no way to free herself. Maria waved her arms in the air and begged for Bill to help. The stunned man watched a few seconds longer than he should. Maria's flailing arms dropped to her sides. Bill jumped into the ditch and pulled his wife away. Maria fell forward gasping for air. Joan managed to kick her in her dangling right breast before Bill could get her out of range. Maria coughed and sobbed in the mud. Her daughter did the same several yards down the way. Maria started crawling toward her daughter.

Joan struggled to get at Maria, but Bill held her firmly until the fighting rage dissipated. Joan collapsed into his arms and started sobbing. For more times than he could count, Bill was stunned by his wife. She started kissing his neck and pulling at his clothes. The struggle out of the ditch, into the shower and into bed was Joan's fifth physical confrontation of the day.

It was her lucky day. She had won all five of her battles.

[cage]

And oldie...thanks for finding it and posting it