by JimP with input from Stefano

I’m Dave, a swarthy 5’6” good looking guy with black curly hair and popular with the guys, when I’m not effing their birds. Babes are all over me like a rash especially once they see my lean muscled bod. I’m a volunteer fireman, not through Civic duty but because crumpet love a guy in uniform. I talk very loudly ‘cos what I gotta say is interesting and I’m the centre of attention. I got into martial arts at an early age to beat up wimps in the playground and show everyone who’s top dog. I now do MMA and love pummelling a guy to a bloody pulp then screw their bird, if they’re good looking, and make him watch while he’s sobbing on the floor.

At 24, this bit of skirt came to the house claiming she was up the duff and I was responsible. She was 18, 5’10’, conservatively dressed, slender with a big rack. Her face was long and slim with slender eyes with hazel irises beneath low slim eyebrows, a small sleek nose above a pert mouth and shallow chin. It was framed by shoulder-length straight brown hair worn high off the forehead. I was about to slam the door in her face when dad appeared. He was very strict. “Do you know this girl, David?” he asked “She’s a slapper” I said dismissively. The chick burst into tears “I’m a good Catholic girl” she sobbed in a soft voice “He’s my first. He said he loved me, took my virginity then I never saw him again” Dad was angry and went around to speak to her parents then came back telling me I had to do the decent thing and marry the girl. “If you’re old enough to screw around then you’re big enough to take responsibility for your actions” he told me.

We married and had our baby but I resented being tied down. The bitch started putting on weight after Carla was born saying it was because she was depressed with me screwing other babes. “Live with it, bitch” I told her. Carla grew up a dumpy fat kid, like a miniature version of her mother. Eight years later Mary caught me banging her best friend while her beat-up husband watched from the floor. Mary left and took the little trog with her. I didn’t see what the fuss was, women!

That was 10 years ago. Sometimes I miss her when I come home to an empty house and have to do all the cooking, shopping, cleaning and washing. Most nights I’m at ‘Fight Club’ located in an industrial unit me and the lads got cheap years ago to run a car repair business where I use my power tools. It’s now got a load of gym stuff I picked up and stacks of construction material that might come in handy one day. The rest of it’s at home clogging up the drive, garage and garden. Mary said I was hoarding and it should be thrown away, bitch!

Wearing shorts as I work out, the glistening sweat makes my fit bod irresistible to the babes. Knocking back another lager can, I belch loudly then reach for the barbell to do more reps when I see the lads gathered by the entrance. Getting up to see what the fuss was, I spot 2 birds, probably wanting a bit of me. One was very tall, over 6’ due to high heels, and had her back to me. A brunette with shoulder length hair in a bob wearing a smart hip-length dark grey jacket that emphasised broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist then out again to her hips and a way-too short tight black skirt, like a very sexy business woman. Eye-watering long legs looked sexy in shiny sheer tan nylons with vertical seams – stockings! and shiny black stiletto-heeled shoes. This bit of crumpet had calves that were well-developed yet feminine and shapely that flared from slim ankles, hard, fit and toned with diamond-shaped muscle heads with a noticeable cleft, they stirred my dick. For a moment I got a glimpse of the side of a naggingly familiar face of a good-looking babe in her mid 30’s with a big rack and couldn’t remember whether I’d shagged her.

I saw the other bird in side profile. Slightly shorter also in heels, she was a pretty fresh-faced youth in her late teens, maybe 18. Her hair, also brown but longer, was tied in pigtails to look cute. She reminded me of Mary when she was younger and before she got fat. A long slim face with slender yet penetrating brown eyes and slim eyebrows sat close above a sleek cute nose and nice pert mouth and shallow chin. She had an arrogant sultriness and was well racked that called to my dick. The girl wore a white school blouse tied off in a knot at the front, exposing a firm taut mid-riff, and open wide at the front showing off an amount of cleavage and breasts that would never be allowed in any school! A red with green cross-hatched tartan pleated kilt so short it barely covered her modesty, showed off the tops of sheer black stockings that sheathed a sensational pair of legs that ended in shiny black heeled shoes. She too has well-developed calves that are highly arousing as they stretch the thin nylon with their wonderful shape and diamond-headed allure.

Even without seeing them properly I know these 2 are really hot pieces of crumpet and I’m having some. “It’s your lucky day, girls!” I announce striding forwards. “This god is going to take you to paradise” I see Paul urgently shaking his head signalling ‘no’ but they’re mine. They play hard to get and don’t look at me. “Let’s have a threesome, you lucky girls”. They continue pretending to ignore me. “Nice arse, great legs. Both of you” I complement them, loving the way the short skirts stretch tightly over compact rears while their calves continue to tantalise my dick.

The teen gave me a smouldering look over her shoulder. PHROAR! what a cutie. “What’s your name, love?” I ask, putting a hand on her shoulder while staring down her impressive rack. Her shoulder stiffens under my hand. “Don’t worry love, I’ll go easy” I reassure her. “HAI!” she yells sharply, startling me. A sleek hand rose held flat with fingers straight then swung back fast. I cried out as pain exploded in my family jewels as the hard edge of her hand chopped my balls. Groaning in agony, the back of the tiny kilt rose to reveal sexy tight buttocks, stocking tops and suspenders as the minx raised a knee before her. “HAI!” I cupped my hands over my balls to protect them as a foot shot back at terrific speed then groaned loudly as it streaked high to hammer my six pack, my body jerking under the impact. Grabbing a wrist with one hand, she pressed my hand right back with the other making me yelp. Keeping it bent she gripped the back of my elbow and whipped it down towards the floor then right up behind me launching my body into a painful reverse spinning wrist throw. Flipping backwards in a tight circle, my back slammed heavily against the floor.

“Owned by a schoolgirl” a soft girly voice shamed me in front of my mates. I look up to see the teen posing over me with hands on hips, looking down with smug superiority. “You better start begging, old man” she said to the lad’s amusement “Enough of the old, I’m only 42” I snap back “OMG that’s ancient!” she gasped. Her legs towered over me, lean and muscular like a gymnast, very sexy in sheer black nylon stockings. They soared away to her crotch where I could see skimpy white knickers beneath her skirt. In that outfit she was like a wet dream with the hint of stocking tops and the top of her blouse wide open exposing a phenomenal amount of softly curved breast and cleavage. “Oi! My face is up here you dirty old man!” she scolds causing more laughter. “Keep doing that and you’ll find out how it feels to get beaten up by a girl in front of your mates” the cocky little brat sneered. “You little dyke” I growled getting up, what else could she be to resist my charms? She gave an exaggerated yawn “You’re boring me old man, can we just skip to the part where I kick your arse?” I wasn’t going to let some mouthy girl show me up. Squaring up toe to toe to give her a scare, the teen tried to look tough as a pretty girl can.

“Don’t break daddy yet, dear” came a familiar voice. “Mary!” I gasped in recognition, shocked to see my ex looking far hotter than I ever remembered, so much so that my dick stiffened in yearning. “Yes David” she replied with a simmering pout that made my cock hard. I looked back at the belligerent teen. “Carla?” I exclaimed barely recognising her, no longer a chubby kid but an astonishing hottie. Of course with my good looks that wasn’t surprising, but boy if she wasn’t my daughter I’d do her! “Mum, he’s got a boner just looking at me” she complained earning sniggers from the lads “Yes dear, he only thinks with his dick” Mary replied to snorts of laughter. “Play with daddy while I go change” she instructed “and put him away before you do the same” I lost sight of Mary as the lads crowded around to ogle her muscled calves raised upon high heels flex and wane sensually as she walked towards the small changing and shower area at the back. When the hell did she get calves like that?

“Mary, wait up!” I called stepping forwards but the kid blocks my way. “Hey I’m talking to you” Carla shouts shoving her hands aggressively against my chest. “Maybe you should just fall down before I make you” she shoves me again “Stop being an annoying little brat. I’m your dad” I snap reaching for her shoulders to move her out of the way. Clasping her hands together her arms drove up between mine then sprang apart knocking my hands away. “You’re no father, you buggered off when I was 8 and never bothered since” she accused “Just look at you, useless dad of the century, staring at my tits with your cock quivering to attention inside those stupid shorts that old men like you should be banned from wearing””Don’t talk to me like that. If you were younger I’d spank you” I told her “I bet you’d like that” she said getting very close and thrusting her big rack prominently into my vision. My eyes went straight down to those plentiful young mounds.

“You filthy pervert, you’re at it again!” Carla shrieked then grabbed my shoulders. The hem of the kilt flicked up and a stocking-clad upper thigh shot up, burying a hard knee right between my legs. I jerked onto my toes wailing in agony. “Dave’s getting nailed by a schoolgirl” the lads laughed as I crumpled over my aching balls. The teen drew back a fist but I punched first to nail her belly. The lads gasped but my knuckles came to a painful halt and she didn’t even grunt. “If you’ve left a mark!” she cried, unfazed. I followed her gaze and was staggered to see below that tied off blouse, an incredibly toned ripped six-pack with well-defined abs standing proud on a slim taut stomach. Jeez how did she get abs that like!

A fist came out of nowhere, pounding my jaw, whipping my face right back. “That’s for ignoring my birthdays” Knuckles blasted my jaw, rocking my head like a nodding dog in a car back window “and Christmas” she punched hard for a girl and wound up for another. No one hits me, not even my daughter! I punched out to put her down but the back of a forearm flashed up to block it. I tried again and again harder and faster but each time the saucily dressed teen blocked me with a mocking nonchalant air. The lads teased me up for not being able to hit a girl. A roundhouse kick will stop her but the busty young hottie blocked that too.

“HAI!” Carla leapt close with heaving breasts and a fast-rising nylon-clad knee that soared high. My face snapped back in crushing pain with blood pouring from my nose. “That’s for 8 years of no pocket money” she said as I staggered back. “I heard you were tough but you’re barely standing” she taunts “Out of breath and bleeding yet you’ve not laid a finger on me” she mocked adopting a fight stance with her fists ready for action. “Zip it” I hissed with blood trickling into my mouth “Look how hard your cock gets when I beat the crap out of you. You like it” she teased “Enough!” I yelled going ballistic, pumping a flurry of punches that had taken out much bigger guys than her while she stood there laughing at me, stopping them all. How could her forearms take such punishment?

A jiggling bust distracts me. A fist pounds my cheek, distorting my mouth and making my teeth ache “Pathetic” Carla sneered as I returned a blow, blocking it without even flinching “This must be the worst fight club ever” With my fist stuck in the air she yelled in my face “HAI!” Her other fist rocketed towards my unprotected belly at phenomenal speed. I tensed my abs confident they could stop a girl’s punch. My breath exploded from my lungs in a loud groan through gritted teeth. It was like getting hit by a battering ram, my abs gave way under a shockingly hard fist. “How humiliating” she mocked as I couldn’t stop creasing forward with terrible stomach cramps. “Lucky ... strike” I gasped.

“Give it up old man. You’re past it” the teen jeers then grabs a wrist, leaning away while turning her side to me. “HAI!” a black nylon flash and a shoe plunged into my weakened abs like a freight train with a thunderous sound like tenderising meat and the heel biting hard while my feet left the floor. “HAI!” my body jerked as pain exploded in my chest then jaw as the leg flashed twice more without lowering, working up my body within a heartbeat leaving me dazed. “How embarrassing getting beat up by your own daughter” she mocked while that sexy leg remained raised vertically giving me an eyeful of panties! “HAI!” three more lightning-fast strikes rocked my cheek, chest and groin in an eye-blink with the kilt billowing around the top of her thighs leaving me bruised and stupefied. The lad’s laughs made my face burn in fury.

“I’ve got to go change. Mummy said put you away first” Carla cooed sweetly approaching with a grin as the hem of her kilt flowed around the matt black bands of her stocking tops. Wow she had great legs! I went to push her away. “HAI HAI HAI!” a hand slashed like an axe, chopping the inside of my elbow then each side of my neck in turn. The shock to my system was electric, my arm spasmed and went numb, my body jerked and I was alarmed to feel dizzy and nauseous with the lads laughter muffled by the ringing in my ears. “HAI!” a chop to my neck made me feel odd and I had to close my eyes for a second.

I woke with a jerk of my body to wonder why I was on the floor. A commotion by the changing room drew my attention. The lads were crowded around a woman and practically drooling. I couldn’t see her clearly until one moved his head and was astonished to see Mary’s face. Ten years older, she was a stunning mature woman full of an arrogant self-confidence she never had when she was mine. He moved again and my jaw fell and dick soared at the sight of a white gi jacket several sizes too small hugging a buxom hour-glass figure tied at the waist with a 5th Dan black belt that must be fake. It was so tight it could barely contain her big breasts which swelled up at the front like two beach balls in a provocative manner the conservatively dressed woman I married never dared.

Cut-off sleeves revealed big rounded defined shoulder caps topping lean defined arms with biceps veins and writhing creepers on brawny forearms that made me uncomfortable. She had no interest in weight-training when we were together and wasn’t sure I liked it. The guy in front moved and I was shocked to see the tiny top barely covered her modesty. A full dramatic length of tan coloured stockings ran from suspender belts running over the top of her thighs, the matt band of stocking tops down to her toes and high-heeled shoes. It was not just the uncharacteristic look that shook me but the strong powerful appearance of her legs. Thicker than I recalled and shockingly muscular, the level of definition stunned me. Each of the 3 major muscle heads in her quads were clearly defined and her inner thighs were like steel cables. Still feminine, the definition was staggering and the impression of raw power clad in sheer nylon had my dick rock hard in an instant.