The Great Beach Catfight Trap

By Susan Alexander

A gorgeous tan MILF and her wife, a blonde body builder, are going to mercilessly use me for their pleasure if I lose this fight!

And yet it all started so innocently - I'd wave to the beautiful, tan MILF I ran past every day on my jogs. And when she called me over to ask me to lotion up her back, well, it would just be rude not to help. But then her wife came out of the house, and now I'm toe to toe with this big blonde bodybuilder, being challenged to a fight right here on the beach. And if I lose, the two of them are going to use me for their pleasure!

What am I going to do? I could say no, and maybe that's the smart move - I feel like I'm not the first college student who's been lured in like this. But I've never been one to back down from a fight - and I kind of want to see how I'm going to do against this lady. My heart is pounding as I lift my fists to test my luck in the Great Beach Catfight Trap.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susan Alexander
• Release date: Sep 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005496319

Susan Alexander

Susan Alexander is a lifelong writer who has worked as a lawyer and law professor. She now focuses primarily on writing. Susan grew up in Chicago, where she attended public schools before going on to earn degrees in political science at Washington University in St Louis (AB with highest honors) and Northwestern University (MA). She then chose to work towards social justice through law at Harvard University and earned a law degree at Harvard Law School. Susan began her legal career as a law clerk to a U.S. district judge in Chicago (Julius J. Hoffman, who famously presided over the "Chicago 7" trial, but who also offered his law clerks valuable experience deciding important legal issues). Susan then garnered a Reginald Heber Smith Fellowship, working as a public interest lawyer for two years: First, at the Chicago Legal Aid Bureau's Appellate and Test Case Division; second, at the National Legal Program on Health Problems of the Poor, located at UCLA Law School. Susan continued her work as a public interest lawyer at the Legal Aid Society of San Diego and the National Institute for Consumer Justice, based at the University of Michigan Law School. While at Michigan, Susan began her teaching career, focusing on teaching law students legal analysis and writing. She later taught poverty law at the University of San Diego School of Law. She moved on to teaching legal analysis and writing for two years at IIt/Chicago-Kent College of Law and a total of four years at Northwestern University School of Law. Susan has served as an arbitrator since 1990 and has worked as an associate and a knowledgeable source on writing at three Chicago law firms. She has also created You Can Write Better, a consulting business that helps practicing lawyers sharpen their writing skills. She is a lifelong writer whose writing has appeared in a wide range of publications, including major newspapers like the San Francisco Chronicle, the Chicago Tribune, and the Chicago Sun-Times, as well as a number of professional journals like the Hastings Law Journal, the Buffalo Law Review, and the Cooley Law Review. Susan's novels, "A Quicker Blood" (2009) and "Jealous Mistress" (2011), have garnered high praise in customer reviews appearing online. Her short story, "Neglect," was a prizewinner in Chicago Lawyer magazine's first annual fiction contest. The protagonist in "Jealous Mistress" is loosely based on Susan, and the novel, a mystery, depicts her life as the mother of two young daughters in a North Shore suburb of Chicago who temporarily leaves her demanding legal career so she can spend more time with her young children. The mystery plot is, of course, total fiction. Susan launched a blog, Susan Just Writes, in 2012 and has added a new post about once a month since 2012. The posts include commentary on the passing scene, travel, politics, movies, books, and an array of other topics. Some recent posts: "A day without a drug commercial"; "Pockets!"; "The last straw(s)"; "High heels are killers"; "Of mice and chocolate"; "They're my blue jeans, and I'll wear them if I want to"; "Down and hot in Paris and London,";"Watching the movie 'Z': A tale of two Hoffmans"; "Let's lobby Congress to pass the Paycheck Fairness Act" Susan's new novel, "Red Diana," is a psychological thriller that explores themes like the desire for revenge, the burden of guilt, the tyranny of unethical lawyers and corrupt judges, the parent-child relationship, the shattering pain of loss, and the many routes survivors take to deal with their loss.

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The Great Beach Catfight Trap

This whole thing started on a Saturday in early June. I like to keep in shape by jogging - it helps clear my head, and with my college classes just wrapping up, if I didn’t get out of my dorm and away from that paper on data structure visualization I was going to scream.

I parked my car in a lot next to the beach, stripped down to my favorite cute pink bikini and jogged three miles past the expensive beach houses. When I got to the lighthouse, I jumped in the ocean to cool down, then jogged back.

Usually I’ll pass a few people on my jog - a few people nod or wave at me. The one I see the most is a late 30’s/early 40’s Asian MILF, and today as usual she was laying on a beach chair, wearing an outrageous red one-piece, basically a pussy sling made of two straps running from her shoulders down to her crotch, the material barely covering her nipples. Today instead of just waving hi, she waved me over with a friendly Hey! Could you come over here for a second?

I jogged over, getting a closer look at her as I came up to the beach chair. Up close, she was even hotter than I’d realized, a bombshell with big, round tits (implants, I think, but they were great work work), a trim, toned tummy and a fantastic ass. I could see that her dark areola were visible on the sides of her suit and tried not to stare. She was slightly taller than average but a little shorter than me - maybe five six to my five eight.

I tore my eyes off her body to look at her no less stunning face. She was beautiful, her skin tanned fairly dark in the summer sun, her face very feminine, round, and perfectly symmetrical. She had gorgeous dark almond-shaped eyes, a slim nose and a pouty, sensual mouth. Her black hair was long, reaching three quarters of the way down her back, framing her face in the front with round bangs.

Hi, what’s up? I asked.

What’s your name?

Cate Gonzales.

Linda Cunningham. She held her hand out and I shook it. Can you do me a favor? I forgot to lotion up my back, and I don’t want to burn when I flip over.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Thanks, she purred, releasing my hand, reaching under her chair and retrieving a large bottle of suntan lotion she handed me. She rolled over, easing her swimsuit down so she was topless. I tried not to stare at her sideboob, squirting some lotion onto my hand.

Straddle my back, she suggested. I climbed on top of her obediently and got to work. The second my hands touched her warm skin she let out a low moan, and as I started working the lotion in, she made some very contented noises. It took maybe ten minutes to do her back - by the time I got down to the area just above her butt, I was tremendously enjoying working the lotion into her beautiful skin.

Oh, Cate, you’re an angel. Could you go a little lower?

Yeah, sure. Um, your suit, though…

Is it in the way? she asked innocently. It was a little bit, and I didn’t want to ruin it by getting lotion on it. Oh, just pull it down. I don’t mind.

Okayyy… I pulled it down enough to reveal the top of her butt, hesitating for just a second before starting to apply the lotion to her rump. Linda let out a happy sigh as my hands started kneading her, uh, top butt.

Cate, you’re divine, she told me when I was done. Could you go just a little lower, please?

Uhhhh... I couldn't go any lower without pulling her swimsuit down to her thighs and totally uncovering her ass. I’d have to get your suit off…

It’s okay, she assured me. Go ahead.

With a mental shrug I peeled her suit down, getting a great view of her beautiful, brown, round ass. I started applying the lotion to it with gusto. Thank you, she purred. "Ohh, that feels so nice. Cate, your hands are so soft..."

Thanks, I grunted, really working the lotion into her buttcheeks. Just as I was finishing up, I heard the back door of the beach house scraping open, and I looked up to see a scowling phat ass white girl stomping out.

What the fuck! this woman yelled, coming down the stairs to where I was frozen, straddling Linda. "What are you doing to my wife?! Oh, shit. The big lady walked right up to me as I slowly got off her wife, my hands still sticky with lotion. What the fuck is going on here?"

Oh, I’m sorry, honey, Linda rolled over, covering her chest and crotch with her left arm and right hand respectively. "It’s just that Cate here was so insistent." My mouth hung open with shock as Linda went on about how I’d talked her into letting me lotion her back up, claiming I had been confessing fantasies about her, rooted in the perverted lust festering in my heart based on seeing her every day when I jogged past.

That’s not true! I yelled just as Linda was finishing her completely fake tale of me begging to be allowed to lotion her ass. This just seemed to make the blonde angrier.

So you're saying my wife is a liar! the big blonde shrieked. That’s it! You and me! No holds barred, bitch!

This smelled like a setup - I wondered how