We knew that the first two fights would be easy, and they were. It was fun wrestling with Bella but she was never going to put up much resistance and, much to her delight, I treated her like a slut in front of Eamon, her husband.
In the other match Eamon could have won against Dee because she wasn't that experienced but he made some very basic mistakes and Dee capitalized on them. She won the fight when Eamon decided that he would like to breathe rather than be smothered by a wet pussy.
Sadly, even though Dee fucked him well, Eamon didn't like losing and left the gathering and never came back but no one seemed to miss him much and we got on with the other two fights.
I wasn't all that happy about being the referee for Angela and Bruce's fight ... I would have much rather watched my beautiful lady being mauled from a little higher while I was holding another beautiful woman ... but I did what I had to do.
I looked up and Bella smiled at me and I noticed Dee sitting between Craig and Paula and getting some attention from both of them and then I looked down at Angela, and I could see that she was ready and raring to go.
She looked up at me and whispered, "I love you," and I blew the whistle and set the timer on my phone. Bruce was well-muscled and lean and knew that Angela would try hard but I didn't expect her to last the full six minutes with him.
Angela moved straight in and for a moment or two they teased each other with feints to his head ... a finger snagged in her bikini top that he pulled down so one breast popped out ... another feint to that breast that she batted away ... a vague attempt to grab at the bulge in his shorts that missed completely and made him laugh.
And then he just pushed between her arms and carried her over onto her back. She squealed as the move put pressure on her knees but she managed to straighten them out as her back hit the floor.
Angela tried to wrap her arms around his head but he grabbed her by the wrists and slowly forced her arms up over her head. She tried to push back and she was fighting every millimetre of the way but she didn't seem to delay the inevitable for a second.
She twisted and turned, grunted and groaned and struggled to either get her arms free or get him off her body but achieved neither of her goals and she was still struggling when he casually leaned down and kissed her.
I saw Angela freeze for moment and I noticed his hips move ... he had managed to push his way between her legs and the iron bar in his pants was pushing hard against the crutch of her bikini. She relaxed and moaned as she kissed him back and pushed her hips up to meet his cock's short thrusts.
Bruce let go of her arms and for a moment she held his face in her hands and kissed him passionately ... and then she laughed and rolled him over and scrambled off him. She knelt a short distance from him and waited for him to get back onto his knees.
She used that time to modestly slip her bare breast back into its place in her bikini top ... much to my disappointment. When he was ready they sparred for a few seconds and then he tried the same move that he had used at the beginning of the fight to get her onto her back but this time she was ready for it.
She ducked under his arms and came round behind him. Before he could turn she had her arms around his chest and was throwing herself backwards. He tried to resist but for once she had the leverage and, and with a groan of frustration he came over on top of her.
Instantly she made sure that her legs were intertwined with his and while she held him to her with one arm across his chest her other hand went down inside his shorts and began stroking his cock. It was his turn to twist and turn and try to find a way to get free without hurting himself. At the same time he had to try and ignore what her hand was doing to his manhood.
