A fight took place a year ago at my cousins wedding. If you've seen an Italian or Irish wedding, you know they drink a lot. Imagine what happens when an Irish girl marries a Polish guy. Both families started at the rehearsal Friday night and by the reception Saturday afternoon everyone was pretty well lit.
One of the combatants was the groom's Polish mother, Jan Koziusko, an attractive, well-built blond who looks a lot younger than she is, which is 42. The other was the bride's acid-tongued, Irish mother, Mary McBride. Mary, 39, has a good figure (despite her small breasts) shoulder length red hair and a fiery temper. The catalyst for the fight was Vicky Dalczymski, a friend of Jan's who's hated Mary since they both lusted after the same guy in high school. Mary had eventually married him.
Jan and Mary took an instant dislike to one another when they first met more than two years before, although I don't exactly know why. The wedding gave each of them the chance to upstage the other. When Jan said she and her husband would pay for a lavish rehearsal dinner, Mary announced plans for an even more elegant bridal shower.
The final straw came when Jan showed up in a dress nearly identical to Mary's but with two major differences. First, Jan's gown had a plunging neckline that displayed her impressive cleavage while Mary's was quite modest. Also, Jan's was slit up the side nearly to her waist. When she walked, anyone who looked closely (and all the men looked) could see her panties (powder blue thong). Mary' dress on the other hand was only slit to the knee. Everyone commented on Jan's dress (the women said it was too revealing; the men loved it) and pretty much ignored Mary. She sulked in the corner as Jan pranced around, proudly displaying her breasts and being the center of attention.
At the reception, both women got drunk, as did most of the spectators. Jan told her family she was celebrating showing up Mary with her sexy dress while Mary tried to drown her sorrow at being overshadowed by the voluptuous blonde at her own daughter's wedding, a wedding she and her husband were paying for!. In any case, things got ugly and as usually happened in our town when something ugly occurred, Vicky Dalczymski was in the middle of it.
Vicky will delight in telling the story of the reception for years to come, for she certainly was smug when she left. Some background about Vicky might help your readers understand why the fight happened.
Mary's husband Dave McBride broke up with Vicky after he met Mary and neither woman ever got over it. Mary had been thrilled to lure Dave McBride away from the attractive and popular Vicky, but even after she was out of the picture, Vicky still hung around with Dave and his friends. It drove Mary crazy with jealousy.
Finally, at a 4th of July picnic, Vicky and Mary finally fought. It had been quickly broken up, but Mary gave Vicky a black eye during the brief scuffle. Ever since, Mary hasn't missed an opportunity to remind Vicky about it. That's why Vicky made it her mission in life to embarrass and humiliate the redhead every time she got a chance. Mary asked her daughter not to invite Vicky to the wedding, but Jan had insisted and Eve gave in to avoid problems with her future mother-in-law.
Therefore, it wasn't surprising that Mary got upset when she was headed for the bar to get another Scotch and overheard Jan and Vicky talking about her. Jan described Mary's dress as 'modest,' adding, 'But since she ain't more than a B cup, she's got reason to be modest.' Mary had been sensitive about the small size of her breasts since high school where she'd refused to shower with the other girls in gym because they teased her and called her 'Tiny.'
Vicky had replied with an even brutal remark, 'I guess when she breast fed Eve, the girl sucked her dry leaving those shriveled up prunes and she never recovered.' They both broke up in raucous laughter as Mary turned white with shock and then beet red with embarrassment. Since it was Jan and Vicky making the remarks, it hurt even more. The cruel joke quickly spread from table to table on the grooms side.
Mary's only real character 'flaw' was a violent temper. She'd offended nearly everyone in the room at one time or another, though a few of them still considered themselves her friends. Most of the woman, however, had little affection for Mary and the joke brought laughter from nearly everyone who heard it.
Mary was usually quiet, even shy on occasion, but she had that awful temper. Her running feud with Vicky Dalczymski was a result of this and because of it, her relationship with Vicky's friend Jan Koziusko had gotten off to a bad start and gone steadily downhill. Unfortunately, Mary's quiet appearance left most people unprepared for her sharp tongue and when she lost her temper and made unthinking remarks, it hurt people that much more.
Jan was just the opposite of Mary, loud, bold and boisterous, but with a warm nature. But she too had a hot temper as anyone who'd seen her blow up on the tennis court could testify but she usually kept herself under control and never held a grudge. Many of her bitterest opponents on the tennis court were close friends off the court.
Surprisingly, despite the substantial difference in the size of their breasts, in other respects, height (5ft.4in.), weight (120) and their other measurements (-23-35), Mary and Jan were very much alike. Despite their age, both women still had their natural hair color, as subsequent events would conclusively prove. They were also both athletic, Jan a top tennis player in the Country Club League and Mary a record-holder in the local running club.
As I said, both women were drunk so when she heard Jan's catty remark about her breasts, Mary exploded. She grabbed a plate of wedding cake and walked (somewhat unsteadily) over to where Jan was sitting. 'You goddamn cow,' she screamed as she pushed the cake in Jan's pretty face. The shove knocked Jan's chair over and she fell on her ass. For a moment she lay stunned with her feet in the air and her legs apart as pieces of frosting and wedding cake slid down her face and dropped from her chin into her substantial cleavage. Everyone at the party stopped and crowded around, eager to see what would happen next.
The men tried to look up Jan's skirt or down her cleavage, depending on where they were standing, as everyone jockeyed for a good position to see a fight if, or when, Jan retaliated. The people sitting nearest Jan were her friends and they encouraged her to get up and redeem the honor of the 'Country Club set.' Others were Mary's enemies who wanted to see her embarrassed further. The rest were neutral and appalled by her bad manners and lack of judgment.
Most of Mary's friends were sitting on the other side of the hall with her husband. Some of them wouldn't interfere because she'd gone too far and needed to finally be taught a lesson. Both women's husbands were out of the room, so no one was willing to try to stop Jan as she rose to confront Mary.
Everyone hoped Mary would 'get what was coming to her,' but it was Vicky Dalczymski, her arch enemy and Jan's friend, who really caused the fight. She grabbed Mary from behind with her left arm around the redhead's waist and pinned her hands to her sides. Her right hand was in Mary' long hair and she pulled her head back, causing Mary to yelp in pain. Vicky leaned over her shoulder and looked at Jan who was still on the floor. And what a sight she was! The cake had fallen from her face and a large amount of it had collected in the front of her dress between her big breasts.
Jan looked stunned and confused by Mary's sudden attack and, as I said, she was also drunk. Vicky, however, wasn't about to let Mary get away with a sneak attack on her friend. 'I've got her Jan. She won't try anything else. Get up and get her. You can't let her get away with this.' Jan got slowly to her feet, but she had to hike up her skirt as she did. There was an audible gasp from the men as they got a good look at her 'scanties,' as she called her thong panties. They realized for the first time how little material there really was covering her pussy.
Several men handed her napkins and she wiped the cake from her face, leaving icing clinging to her hair and smearing her mascara in the process. Then she shoved her hand into her dress and scooped a large glob of cake and icing from between her breasts. As she did, some cake slid even further down inside her beaded dress and oozed through the beaded material that stretched tightly over her flat stomach. She wiped her hands on her skirt and threw the napkins on the floor.
For the first time since Mary's attack Jan spoke, 'You fuckin' crazy bitch. What the Hell's the matter with you?' There were tears of frustration in Mary's eyes as she struggled in vain against Vicky who held her tightly. Vicky had Mary around the waist, just below her breasts and as she struggled Vicky's arm worked up until it was over Mary's breasts. Jan stalked over to where Mary was struggling and stood toe-to-toe with her, the blonde's large chest touching the redhead's small breasts. As their chests heaved, cake and icing rubbed off Jan's gown onto Mary's. Vicky later said Mary was 'trembling in fear' as Jan glared at her. I heard Mary whisper in a trembling voice, 'W.. wha.. what are you going to d.. d.. do?'
Jan looked at the crowd that had come close to hear their exchange. 'What do you think I should do to her?' she asked, turning toward them. Shouts of 'Kick her ass', 'Spank her' and 'Shove a handful of cake down her dress' as well as other, even more graphic, suggestions were offered by men and women alike. But it was Vicky's idea that Jan liked the best.
'It feels like there's a lot of padding in there,' she said rubbing her arm up and down on the front of Mary' dress. 'Strip her and let's see if those little bumps are real. Then you can turn her over your knee and give her the spanking she deserves for ruining your beautiful dress.' Jan leaned over and her lips brushed Mary's ear. She whispered, 'What do you think I ought to do to you, you crazy bitch?' Mary's lips were trembling too badly for her to respond. Jan told Vicky to hold Mary tight as she gave Mary's breasts a squeeze.
'Vicky's right,' she announced, 'there's foam rubber in there. Maybe the bitch isn't even as well endowed as we thought.' The comment brought nervous laughter from women whose own breasts were no bigger than Mary's. A couple of them eagerly elbowed past the men to get in the front row to witness the high and mighty Mary's humiliation.
'Leave my wife alone,' Dave yelled from the back of the crowd, 'Let me through, please, get out of my way.' Jan turned and shouted to the crowd, 'Anyone who wants to see what Mary's been hidin' for years, come down front. The rest of you can wait in the back with her old man `til I'm through. Just give me time to finish this.' As soon as they realized that she wanted them to prevent Dave from interfering, the crowd squeezed together and frustrated his attempt to reach his wife.
Jan's husband grabbed Dave's arm as did Mary's daughter and her husband. 'Why not let them settle this once and for all?' he said. 'If we stop it now, they'll end up just like her and Vicky, they'll continue the argument some other time and place. Maybe if we let them get it out of their system now, that'll be the end of it.' Dave looked at the tightly packed crowd and shrugged. His wife had behaved erratically before, embarrassing him on many occasions with her out-of-control tirades. He was sick and tired of trying to smooth over her misadventures. He knew Jan's husband was right, if he stopped them, they'd just continue to bait one another until it resulted in another fight, perhaps with tragic consequences for one, or even both, women.
Mary's temper had finally gotten her in a position where she might be badly embarrassed. Perhaps humiliation would be what it finally took to convince her to change her ways at last. He shrugged and the four of them returned to the bar to watch what was happening over the heads of the spectators. Eve bit her lip as she watched. She knew her father and Mr. Koziusko were right, but she was ashamed that her mother and mother-in-law had gotten into a fight at her wedding.
With no further threat of interference, Jan and Vicky got down to the business of stripping, punishing and ultimately, humiliating their rival. Jan held Mary's arms as Vicky unbuttoned her dress down the back. She was about halfway when one of the men in the audience chided them. 'What's the matter Jan, is she too tough for you to handle by yourself? Do you really need Vicky's help?' Even the women who supported Jan nodded their agreement. 'He's right,' one said, 'If you can't handle her yourself, then you shouldn't do this. After all, she's drunk. With Vicky holding her, she can't even defend herself.' Jan stopped unbuttoning the dress looked at Vicky who shrugged, 'Whatever you say Jan.'
Jan stepped back and said, 'OK Mary, they want to see you defend yourself. Take off your dress and show us what you've got, or I'll take it off you myself.' Mary didn't answer, but lunged at Jan and dug her hands into the startled blonde's hair. It was the second time that day Mary had attacked Jan when she wasn't ready for it. Unprepared for the sudden attack, Jan fell on the floor with Mary on top of her. They rolled over several times and Jan accidentally scratched Mary's neck with her fingernails as she tried to grab her hair and missed.
Mary screamed in pain and in retaliation slapped Jan's face twice. Then, she grabbed the front of the blonde's dress and tried to rip it off, hoping that if she embarrassed Jan, she'd run for cover, ending the fight. Mary pulled Jan's dress off her shoulder and one of Jan's creamy breasts came out along with more wedding cake. There was spontaneous applause from some of the men as they got a really good look at one of Jan's superb breasts.
Before Mary could follow up her advantage, however, Jan got a hold of her red hair and they rolled across the small clearing once more. This time, Jan ended up on top, straddling Mary's legs. She stopped to push her breast back inside her dress as Mary pulled one of her legs out from under Jan's ass.
Mary kicked Jan in the stomach, knocking her backwards. But as Mary got to a knee, Jan tackled her around the shoulders and the redhead sprawled on the floor with Jan atop her. Mary's head hit the floor, stunning her and leaving Jan seated on her ass. As Mary flailed her arms groggily, Jan ripped open a few more buttons. More than half of the buttons were now undone one way or another. The back of Mary' dress was hanging open and spectators could clearly see her bra.
Jan was bent over working on the next button when Mary twisted her torso and threw her elbow back, catching the blonde on the temple. Jan slid sideways but managed to roll away and give her head a chance to clear before Mary could catch her. Mary used the break to crawl in the opposite direction. She got to her feet and had to use one hand on her chest to hold her dress up while she fumbled behind her with the other, trying to re-button her dress. Since Jan had torn off several buttons, Mary looked for a friend to help button her dress. She was still searching for a friendly face when Jan came after her.
Mary had been a tomboy in her youth and her temper had gotten her into fights with her siblings as well as with other kids in her neighborhood. When Jan came at her with her hands up reaching for her dress, Mary ducked and punched the blonde in the belly. Jan gasped and stopped dead in her tracks holding her stomach. It was the second time Mary had hit her in the stomach and despite being in good physical condition, the blow had hurt her. There was a large stain on the front of Jan's dress where cake and icing from inside had been squeezed through the beaded fabric by the force of Mary's punch.
Mary saw that Jan was hurt and moved in to finish the fight quickly. She drew back her right hand and threw a wild roundhouse punch at Jan's chin. If it had landed, it could have ended the fight, but Jan saw it at the last second and tried to duck. Her fist hit Jan's nose and it exploded in a shower of blood. A steady stream of blood ran from her nose down her chin as she dropped on her ass and leaned back on her hands. Her legs were limp and open wide as she sat stunned.
It was obvious to most of the crowd that Jan was barely conscious. The crowd was silent and no one moved until Vicky Dalczymski let out a scream and rushed to her fallen friend. 'Oh my God, she killed her!' she screeched. Vicky clutched Jan to her chest in a sitting position and held a cake-encrusted napkin to her nose in an effort to stem the flow of blood. Jan's head was spinning and she barely knew where she was, but Vicky's intervention had given her a break to recover her wits.
Mary threw Vicky aside and warned her, 'I'll deal with you next, you interfering bitch.' She grabbed Jan's shoulders, pushed her onto her back and knelt between the groggy blonde's knees. She reached in through the slit in Jan's dress and because Jan was slow closing her legs, Mary got her hands all the way under her dress. Men pushed forward for a better look as the crowd glanced at one another in shock and confusion, unsure of what Mary was up to. She ignored the buzz of conversation and continued with what she was doing to her blonde rival out of their sight.
As Jan began to recover she realized what Mary was doing and reached down with her hands in an effort to stop her. Unfortunately, her dress got in the way and by the time her head cleared enough for her to figure out what to do it was too late. With a triumphant yell Mary lifted Jan's hips off the floor and as Jan tried to pull away, she yanked Jan's powder blue thong panties out from under her skirt.
The crowd stared in silence as Mary waved Jan's panties in the air. The thin straps that ran from a small patch of cloth in the front around Jan's waist and down the crack of her ass were broken, leaving Mary holding a small swatch of cloth with two long strings hanging from either end. Mary waved it over her head as she danced around the circle. 'Who's stripping who now?' she chortled to the stunned onlookers. She shook the tiny piece of cloth at Vicky, 'I haven't forgotten about you either, bitch!' she snarled. 'When I finish with the Blonde from Hell over there,' she jerked her thumb over her shoulder, 'I'm going to get you next.'
While Mary displayed her trophy and gloated, however, Jan was recovering and she rose unsteadily to her feet. The crowd watched in silence as she stalked Mary from behind. No one warned the redhead when Jan raised both hands over her head, clasped them together and slammed the double fist against the back of Mary' neck where it joined the skull. Stunned, she stumbled forward a few steps and then dropped to her knees. The thong panties slipped from her grasp and fluttered to the floor. Mary was stunned and although she was rubbing her neck with one hand, her face was blank and her eyes couldn't focus. It was as if she were in a trance.
Jan picked up her panties. Although they were useless as panties, she thought of another use for them. In their current condition they were perfect for what she had in mind. She looped one end of the string around Mary' wrist, knotted it and forced the groggy redhead down on her belly. Mary fell with a grunt and lay limp and groggy as Jan twisted her other arm behind her back. With no resistance from Mary, Jan tied her wrists together with the panties, leaving Mary virtually defenseless.
As Mary shook her head and tried to recover from the blow to her skull, Jan finished unbuttoning Mary's dress. When she finished, she sat and waited for Mary to regain full consciousness. Jan wanted to make sure Mary knew what happened to her, that would make it more enjoyable. Mary groaned, raised her head and looked around in confusion. It wasn't until she tried to rise that she realized her hands were tied. A look of panic crossed her face and Jan stood to get a better look. Mary rolled onto her side and saw Jan's grinning face looking down at her. 'Are you ready to pay for your impetuous act, you slut?' Jan asked.
Tears filled Mary' eyes as she realized what Jan was going to do to her, but the only sound anyone heard was her choked plea, 'Please ... don't.' Jan laughed, but Vicky turned to the crowd of women and asked them, 'Well, do you want to see her tits?' A large number of the women chanted, 'Show us her tits! Show us her tits!' Jan shrugged and said, 'The ladies want to see what you've got. I'm sorry Mary,' she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, 'But it's what they want. I have to do it. I hope you understand.' As Jan approached her, Mary desperately lashed out with both feet.
Mary's desperate kicking nearly tripped Jan, but she carefully stepped over Mary' flailing legs and grabbed her by the hair from behind. Using both hands, she forced the kicking, screaming redhead to her feet. With the buttons of her dress undone, the top of Mary' dress simply fell to her waist, exposing an expensive model of 'push-up' bra. Jan used her handful of hair to bend Mary's head backward and to the side so she couldn't see what was happening in front of her as Vicky stepped in and grabbed the dress at her hips.
'NO!' Mary screamed as she felt her dress start to go, but she was powerless to stop Vicky from pulling her dress over her hips and down her shapely legs to the floor. Jan continued holding Mary's hair in both hands. Several women commented on Mary's bikini panties and unflatteringly compared them to the scandalously brief pair Jan had worn.
Vicky rose and slid her hands up Mary's legs until they rested on the redhead's hips. Mary felt the hands at her waist and she was sure they were Vicky's and she knew what her enemy had in mind. Slowly, Vicky moved her hands up until they curved under Mary' bra. Vicky fondled her briefly as Mary begged the women to let her go. Without answering her plaintive pleas, Vicky began to slowly and unhook the fasteners between the cups of the bra. Mary tried to kick but missed and she instantly felt Vicky's strong hands grab her thighs as she wedged herself between them.
'Tilt her head forward,' Vicky sneered, 'I want to see her face when I do it.' Jan forced Mary' chin down until her face was inches from Vicky's. Playfully, Vicky kissed the tip of her nose as she toyed with the hooks, delaying Mary's moment of humiliation and drawing it out for her own amusement. She stared deeply into Mary's tear-filled eyes. Vicky was having the time of her life and poor Mary was never more miserable.
Mary's face was bright red and there were large tears pouring down her red and blotchy cheeks. 'Please,' she wailed, 'I'll do anything you want. Don't, please?' Vicky giggled as she unsnapped the last hook. She held the bra closed with her fingers, using her body to shield Mary from the crowd that eagerly leaned forward for a better view. Vicky dramatically reached inside the bra and pretended to look for something inside, 'Boy,' she sighed, 'you sure have a lot of room in there.' The crowd tittered at the joke, and then Vicky shouted in triumph and pulled out two thick foam 'pillows' and threw them in the air. She and Jan teased Mary about her 'boyish' figure. And then Jan released Mary' hair and pulled away the bra to bare her breasts to everyone to see.
Just to be sure everyone got a good look at her 'petite nubs' as Vicky playfully called them, Jan held Mary by the hair, bent her back from the waist and walked her slowly around the circle of her neighbors, enemies and friends. One woman, who had been in high school with Mary shouted, 'Now, see why we called her `Tiny' in gym class?' Another woman, who many suspected was a lesbian, pointed and giggled, 'They're just bite size.' Things began to get out of hand, however, when a man stopped Jan and fondled Mary's breasts.
Then a second man grabbed her and a woman jabbed a fingernail into her nipple. Soon, nearly everyone was crowding forward to pinch, prod or poke her breasts. Mary was shaking, both in fear and from the trauma of the event. But there was still more to come! After Jan showed off the defeated and dispirited Mary, Vicky reminded her she still had to give her a spanking.
Someone pushed a chair forward and Vicky set it in the middle of the floor. The crowd surged closer as Jan sat down and pulled Mary across her knees. As Jan sat down there was a murmur in the crowd and then hoots and whistles as her skirt opened and they saw her bare pussy. In the excitement of tormenting, Mary she'd forgotten about her own missing thong!
She stood up and shook her finger at the crowd, 'You should be ashamed of yourselves, staring at my pussy like that.' She had Vicky hold Mary by the hair and bend her forward from the waist as she worked the dazed redhead's panties down her trembling legs. 'God no, please,' Mary sobbed. 'Don't let them see my pussy too. This is too much.' Mary fell to her knees in an attempt to prevent Jan from taking her panties but Jan just flipped her on her back, grabbed her ankles and raised her feet in the air. Then she whisked the panties off over her feet. While the crowd watched in silent awe, Jan lifted her dress and put on Mary' panties, covering her private parts with her rival's undies.
'Now,' she sighed as she resumed her seat, 'let's get back to business.' Vicky dragged Mary's nude and unresisting body over to the chair and laid her on Jan's lap. 'Does anybody have any idea how many I should give her?' she asked the audience. Suggestions ranged from '10' to 'One for every dollar you paid for your dress.' The latter appealed to Jan, but she said she'd paid nearly $1,500 for the dress. 'I don't think my hand could take it, but thanks for the thought. How about if I just spank her until I get tired?' She began with a sharp, hard blow to Mary' right cheek. She grinned when the redhead's body jerked and she writhed and kicked her feet in a feeble attempt to escape.
Jan hooked a leg over Mary' nearest ankle but allowed her to continue kicking with the other foot. The longer Jan spanked her, the more Mary's struggles increased and Jan winked at Vicky and adjusted the redhead's position until Mary's pussy was bumping up and down on her knee as she struggled. Jan held Mary tightly by the hair to keep her in that position. If Mary struggled a little too hard, Jan bounced her knee against Mary's pussy a few times and a stab of pain quickly ended her struggling.
Jan spanked Mary off and on for nearly ten minutes. She found that if she stopped, Mary relaxed and the first spank afterwards would got a stronger reaction. Finally, Jan stopped when she was too arm-weary to continue. By that time, Mary's bottom was glowing bright red and she no longer responded to the pain and simply hung limp over Jan's lap. 'I guess she's had enough,' Jan announced.
Jan straightened her dress and elbowed her way into the crowd, heading for the bar to tell Dave he could have his wife back now. By then, Mary was too far gone to be concerned with modesty and her legs splayed open, giving an opportunity to see that the hair on her head matched that on her pubic mound except for a few gray hairs on her pussy. When Vicky reached down to pinch her nipples, she got no response, so she ripped a handful of hair from the redhead's cunt. Mary groaned and then passed out.
The crowd quickly dissipated as Mary's husband, daughter and son-in-law came to save her. Her husband was sobbing as they picked her up, covered her nude body with her dress and carried her out to the parking lot and put her in their car.
That was the end of what was certainly one of the most erotic and graphic catfights I've ever seen. What made it so surprising was the fact that more than 60 people (including Mary's husband and daughter) stood by and did nothing while she was spanked and humiliated.
Although she recovered physically within a few days, Mary's personality has changed significantly from what it was before Jan spanked her. After nearly two weeks in seclusion, she finally went out in public. Everywhere she went, however, she was sure people were laughing behind her back. She hasn't lost her temper or shouted at anyone even once in the year since she was publicly humiliated and her relationship with both Jan and Vicky has been better as well.
Perhaps now that she has no more dignity left to lose, she's more relaxed and is more at ease with those around her. Or, maybe she's afraid if she misbehaves again, Jan and Vicky will strip her and paddle her behind in public a second time!
The End