Jenna had broken my heart four months ago. My fiancé, the love of my life, had told me, a month before we were to marry, that she didn't know if she truly loved me, and that that doubt made it impossible for her to commit to me.

I guess that made sense, but it certainly didn't make me feel any better. For three years, every weekend we'd meet at the Econolodge, same room, and just cherish each other. Jenna lived in Wayland, about 90 minutes away from Anderson , where I lived. I had a full-time job there, too, but I worked second shift at a hospital in Wayland for extra money on Saturdays. So on weekends, we'd hang out together, plan the wedding, shop, whatever, then I'd work, come back to the room Saturday night, and have her all to myself.

Although Jenna was now out of my life, my second job wasn't. I needed the money, and now, four months later, found that I needed companionship, too. So my old flame Michelle, a 28-year-old knockout I had met and dated in college, was thrilled when I called and asked her to spend the weekend with me. She was hot ---5'6”, shoulder-length blonde hair, green eyes, creamy skin, about 1% body fat, toned to the max, and sublimely perfect breasts. She was wild ---a little too wild for my tastes, though, which is ultimately why I left her for Jenna. Nonetheless, she forgave me, and was more than welcome this weekend.

The sex Friday night had been great---I had forgotten how, uh, creative, Michelle could be. We spent most of the day Saturday in bed, exploring each other's body, intimately and playfully. When two-o'clock rolled around, I sighed. I needed to shower and get to work, no matter how enticing the time with Michelle was. So I kissed her good-bye, gave her some money for shopping, food, whatever, and went on my way.

Second shift simply dragged at a glacial pace. I couldn't wait to get back to that hotel room, and Michelle. Although the physical stuff with her was awesome, deep in my soul, I knew that that's all it was. There'd be no relationship here. My heart still hurt from the loss of Jenna. Even now, after all this time, I knew that if Jenna told me she changed her mind, I'd go back with her in an instant. Well, after making her grovel for about, I don't know, 2 minutes maybe…

I pulled into the hotel parking lot a little after 11 PM , excited, horny, and curious. What wonderful physical tests might Michelle pose tonight?

I took the elevator to the fifth floor, unlocked the door and entered our room. There was one lamp lit, and Michelle was sitting at the small breakfast table, feet up on the table, wearing nothing but a thong and a smile. In her hand was what looked like the belt of a silk bathrobe.

“I have some plans for you tonight,” she purred, and I was slightly embarrassed that I had a smile from ear to ear. I hurriedly took off my shirt, slipped off my sneakers and socks, and started to unbutton my jeans.

The anticipatory moment of rapture was interrupted by a knock on the door. As it dragged me back into reality, I went to the door, thinking that maybe Michelle had ordered some food from room service. I opened the door.

Jenna was standing there! Wearing a long coat, hands in its pockets, a tiny but nervous smile on her face, she was the last person I had expected to see. But at that instant, 3 years of feelings gushed into my head and heart, and I was simply stunned.

“Jenna! What---what are you doing here?” I stammered.

“I figured you still worked weekends, and I saw your car, and I missed you, and…” Her voice trailed off as she saw that we were not alone. Michelle had not moved from her seductive recline, but as Jenna's eyes became accustomed to the low light in the room, she saw my sexmate and hesitated.

Plowing forward with her thoughts, though, Jenna continued. “I made a huge mistake and I know that love you---I always have.” She looked over at Michelle, who still hadn't moved, but was taking it all in. “Maybe, uh, your friend could give us some privacy?”

Michelle just smiled, but made no effort to move. I invited Jenna in the room, closed the door, and we both sat on the bed. Jenna was clearly uncomfortable talking about any of this in front of Michelle. Damn---the whole thing was awkward. Finally, Michelle draped the silk belt over her shoulders, stood, and sauntered over to us, not a care in the world about her lack of clothes. God, she was beautiful!

“Why don't you tell him why you really came over?” Michelle asked. “It's so obvious that you've got something under that stupid coat that you want to show him. Go ahead.”

Jenna blushed and nodded. I, of course being an oblivious guy, hadn't even registered that wearing an overcoat in June was bizarre. Jenna stood, opened her coat, and showed us both that she did have other things on her mind. Under that coat was Jenna's nearly perfect 5'7” body, covered only by a lacy pair of bikini underwear. She slowly dropped the coat to the floor, revealing her long blonde hair, supple breasts, tight stomach, and long, beautiful legs.

“I was hoping we could make up tonight,” she said shyly. “I want you back.”

“So let me get his straight,” Michelle interrupted. “You stalk him, throw on some slut underwear, barge into his hotel room, ignore the fact that I'm here, and think you'll fuck him back to the altar? What have you been drinking, Skank?”

I was simply too flabbergasted to utter an intelligible response. I wanted Jenna back, of course, but I was with Michelle, I didn't want to get hurt again, and about 10,000 other thoughts were racing through my head.

“I'll do anything I need to do to get him back,” Jenna said firmly, more to Michelle than me. “Anything.”

“Well, you won't have too many chances to,” Michelle countered, “in about 10 seconds when you and your coat land in a heap in the hallway outside the door.”

Jenna looked at me, smiled, and said, “Do you mind if I throw her ass out of here?”

Both of them looked at me, each expecting I would give some sort of direction, some indication that I wanted to spend, if not my life, at least the night, with one of them.

“I don't know, I don't know,” I stammered. “I'm so confused.” God, I sounded pathetic. “I don't know what to do.”

“Then we'll decide,” Michelle directed. She eyed Jenna, and added, “In about three minutes, her ass will be kicked pretty severely, she'll be gone, and you and I can continue our activities.”

“I teach aerobics, you know,” Jenna said, somewhat defensively. “It's your ass that will be whipped. But I don't want him trying to save you once I start wailing on you. Honey, do you promise not to interfere?”

I nodded stupidly, as my mind started to focus on the fact that these two absolutely beautiful blondes, in nothing but skimpy underwear, were about to fight---over me! My stupor started to get replaced with some penile response.

“That's not good enough,” Michelle said. “He'll get all protective when I started beating you. We have to make sure it's just you and me till it's over.” She took me by the hand and led me over to the chair she had posed in earlier. As I sat, she took the silk belt from around her shoulders and tied my wrists to the arms of the chair. This got me even more excited, and as Michelle finished tightening the knots, she noticed my reaction, and with her back to Jenna, started massaging my crotch and kissed me. “Something to look forward to,” she whispered, and she turned to face Jenna.

The two faced each other, both with hands on hips. Jenna was a little taller, legs a little more well-defined. Michelle's arms were more muscular, stomach more toned, breasts a little larger. But God, both were just sensational. I was lucky to have one such woman interested in me. But two? This was like a dream.

“What are the rules?” Jenna asked.

“Well,” Michelle began, “when I hit you, you'll cry.” And with that, Michelle launched a lightning-quick jab into Jenna's mouth, sending her staggering backwards.

Staying on her feet, Jenna felt her mouth with her fingers, saw no blood, then balled her fists and approached Michelle, intent on destroying her.

The two circled each other slowly, each seeking an opening. Jenna threw a punch, and Michelle blocked it. Jenna jabbed, Michelle dodged. Frustrated, Jenna threw a shot at Michelle's stomach, but Michelle's fast reflexes thwarted the blow. I could tell that Jenna was throwing everything she had into those punches. If one actually hit its target, Michelle would be in trouble.

Another attempted shot to the head, blocked by Michelle, but this time, followed by a giggle! Jenna became enraged, and threw a roundhouse, which Michelle dodged. The force with which Jenna swung knocked her off balance for a second, and I expected Michelle to take advantage of it. But, nothing. This time, Michelle just laughed at Jenna. “This is your best?” taunted the shorter girl. She stood there, smiling, beckoning Jenna to try again.

Throwing caution to the wind, Jenna took a step toward Michelle and launched another shot at her face, aiming for her jaw, obviously with a hope to shut her up. To my surprise, Michelle made no attempt to block or move. She let the shot hit her full force on the cheek, blinked for a second, dropped her hands to her sides, and then motioned Jenna to do it again.

Jenna's face showed that she didn't understand why this psycho was letting her hit her and offering no defense. But she willingly obliged her, cocking her arm back, and taking another shot at Michelle's beautiful face. Her fist connected with Michelle's cheek in roughly the same spot. Michelle took a tiny step back, shook her head, and smiled. It was if she had been testing Jenna by baiting her, but I couldn't understand what she was trying to do. Surely Michelle was in pain---just one look at Jenna, who was starting to sweat from the force of her punches, confirmed that some damage was being done.

But Michelle just kept smiling, balling her fists but keeping them down, eyeing Jenna, circling around her slowly. Jenna's face was grim and determined. Michelle's laughs and smiles only added fuel to her anger, and pumped up her desire to destroy the smaller girl.

Jenna launched a powerful jab at Michelle---I could tell it was powerful because Jenna grunted with exertion as she threw it. This time, though, Michelle dodged it easily, that ever-present smile inducing her. Jenna regained her balance and, trying to catch Michelle off-guard, threw a kick at Michelle's chest. Although it was obviously some aerobic move Jenna had learned, she was clumsy in initiating it, and with another grunt, totally missed her target. At that, Michelle burst out laughing and actually pointed at Jenna while doing so.

Jenna countered by throwing another shot at Michelle's face---blocked. A jab to the chest---dodged. A gut-punch, blocked. Jenna looked so sexy now, breathing heavy with a thin sheen of sweat covering her---God, I just wanted to lick her from head to toe. But slowly, I started to figure out what Michelle was doing---at least I think I did.

Another roundhouse from Jenna, accompanied by a grunt of exertion, and this one actually landed. Well, sort of. Michelle dodged, but not enough, and the shot grazed Michelle's shoulder. I expected Michelle to respond with a punch, kick, or something , but to my surprise, she took three steps toward Jenna and with both hands in front of her threw them, palms first, into Jenna's chest, shoving her back about five feet. Surprised, Jenna cocked her arm in preparation to clock Michelle, but Michelle pursued, and again shoved Jenna full-force backwards. Jenna slammed into the wall, which seemed to hurt significantly less than the two hard shoves against her chest.

With nowhere to go, Jenna brought her hands up and out in what looked like an attempt to shove back at Michelle. But Michelle was too quick, and jabbed at Jenna's face with lightning precision. Jenna's head snapped back, hitting the wall. Michelle followed with a jab to her mid-section, burying her fist into Jenna's stomach. I could tell that this one hurt Jenna. She grunted as the shot landed, and reflexively, her hands went down to her stomach. Instantly, Michelle landed another punch to Jenna's face, again snapping her head back, again hitting the wall.

My immobile arms were driving me crazy. My penis felt as hard as a brick---what I would have given to be able to touch it! Or to have one of them touch it! It was screaming for liberation from those damned jeans, but it, as I, was a prisoner until this fight ended. I was actually getting off on watching Jenna get hit. I loved her like anything, but the sight of Michelle hitting her at will ratcheted up my excitement even more. Maybe it was a subconscious thing---maybe it was payback for dumping me. I really wasn't worried for Jenna's safety---she was a big girl, obviously tough---she could take care of herself. But I knew I liked what I was seeing.

Jenna took a step away from the wall, towards Michelle, and jabbed forcefully. Michelle again dodged, smiled, and stung Jenna in the face again, snapping her head back for the third time. Then in a blur, Michelle moved in on Jenna, pounding her stomach and chest with a barrage of punches. Jenna was backed into the wall, and couldn't escape the torrent of blows. With precision, Michelle pummeled Jenna's stomach with lefts and rights, then worked up to her breasts, flattening them temporarily with each punch. Jenna tried to block the assault, but Michelle was too quick. As the attack progressed, I could hear Jenna start to groan each time Michelle landed a shot, and with each shot, Jenna's arms dropped a little lower.

Michelle stopped for a minute, took a step backward, and with her hands, invited Jenna to step away from the wall and engage her. Jenna, appearing a little bit dazed, stepped toward Michelle, and was greeted a sharp blow to the chest. The sound made me cringe, as it was delivered with so much force. Jenna was propelled back into the wall, and Michelle followed. She wrapped her right hand around Jenna's throat, pinning her to the wall, and rained blows on her stomach with her left fist. Jenna instinctively reached for Michelle's right hand, in an effort to release the chokehold, but Michelle's grip was locked.

I saw Jenna's face start to turn red---not from the beating, but from the choke. I figured that this fight would go about another minute, Jenna would give up, and Michelle would win. She'd untie me, and then what? What would I do?

In a desperation move, Jenna reached out with both hands and found purchase in Michelle's golden locks. She wrapped Michelle's hair around her hands and pulled as hard as she could, forcing a scream from her attacker.

It did the trick. Michelle released the chokehold, stopped punishing Jenna's midsection, and instinctively grabbed Jenna's wrists to wrest them from her hair. The two struggled, Jenna jarring Michelle's head back and forth by the hair, Michelle digging her nails into Jenna's wrists. Their momentum took them away from the wall, locked together, in a kind of psychotic dance. Jenna's biceps flexed as she led Michelle around by her hair, and the force with which she pulled Michelle around the room highlighted her well-muscled back.

The sight of those flexing muscles, of course, added to what I thought was an already maxed-out erection. Jenna was keeping Michelle off-balance, inflicting some serious pain, near as I could tell, and driving me crazy. Absolutely mad! If I could have, I would have burst through those silk bindings, tore off my pants, and fucked whichever girl was closest. Unfortunately, Michelle had done an expert job in securing me to the chair, so as hard as I pushed on the belt, there was no give. The thought of Jenna starting to turn the tide on Michelle, though, added yet another new sensation to my hard-on. I could feel a mild dampness in my crotch.

With a mighty effort, Jenna released Michelle's hair, hurling Michelle on to the bed. Michelle landed on her back, crying, feet falling to the floor, and Jenna approached for the finale. As Michelle held her hands to her head, trying to mitigate the searing pain in her scalp, Jenna bent over her and reached for her again, hoping to lift her from the bed by the hair. Michelle was ready for her, though, and without notice fired off an upper cut into Jenna's jaw. The blow stunned Jenna, who fell on top of Michelle.

My hard-on became even harder at the sight of Jenna on top of Michelle, breast-to-breast, shiny with sweat. What I wouldn't have given to be the filling in that sandwich!

Michelle shifted her weight, and both tumbled to the floor. The two grappled briefly, but Michelle wasted no time in climbing on top of Jenna, sitting on her stomach, and pinning her arms to the floor by the wrist. Jenna struggled, pushing up, bucking her pelvis, trying to knock Michelle off, but Michelle countered each move, remaining securely atop her foe.

Michelle started to inch her way up Jenna's body, and eventually was able to use her knees to pin Jenna's arms to the floor, by kneeling on her biceps. Jenna cried out in pain, but Michelle, whose hands were now free, merely responded with a backhand slap to Jenna's face. Michelle was kneeling straight up, with all of her weight on her knees, cutting into Jenna's arms. I cringed at what that must feel like for Jenna, but that did nothing to abate the sexual excitement I experienced at seeing my love once again being beaten by another beautiful woman.

I could see tears rolling down Jenna's cheeks from the pain, and noticed that her bucking and writhing had subsided. Michelle delivered another backhand slap to Jenna's face, and then quickly dropped her weight, her ass landing squarely on Jenna's chest. I could hear the air rush out of Jenna's lungs, and saw Michelle again inch her way up, so that her crotch was now over Jenna's chin.

Michelle looked over at me, smiled, and blew me a kiss. Jenna was vulnerable, Michelle was confident, and I kind of feared (a little) what she was going to do now. Realizing that I was staring at her glistening, rock-hard breasts, Michelle decided to entertain me a bit. While Jenna remained pinned to the floor, Michelle fondled first her own breasts, feeling them, kneading them, until her nipples were hard. Then she leaned back a bit, and started to do the same to Jenna's, all the while smiling at me. Obviously Jenna did not appreciate this as much as I did, for she started to writhe and kick her legs, to no avail. Jenna's flailing made Michelle smile even more, and she played with Jenna's breasts even more intensely.

The sight of Michelle now dominating Jenna made me come. Michelle was having her way with her, and Jenna was powerless to stop her. Maybe later Michelle would do the same thing to me!

After several minutes, Michelle seemed to grow bored with this, and slowly started to straighten her legs, still sitting on top of her rival, crotch still on Jenna's chin. As she removed her knee from Jenna's bicep, Jenna grabbed Michelle's thigh, but the move was futile. Once both of her legs were straight in front of her, Michelle reached down, grabbed Jenna's bangs and pulled her head up off the carpet. Then dropping to her side, Michelle executed a perfect head-scissor, trapping Jenna's neck in between her thighs, face in Michelle's crotch, locking her ankles, and squeezing.

From my perspective, I could see all of Michelle, and a bit of Jenna's face buried in the front of Michelle's thong. As if she could read my mind, Michelle grabbed Jenna's hair from the back and pulled hard, so that I could see Jenna's face turning bright red. She pawed at Michelle's thighs, trying to break the hold, but it was clear that Michelle was now in total control.

Flashing that ever-present smile at me, Michelle said to me, “You're mine, now. It's time to finish this.” With that, she rolled to her back, keeping her legs locked around Jenna's neck with her face buried in Michelle's crotch. She lifted her legs in the air and continued the punishing head-scissors---I could tell she was increasing the pressure even more, as her legs started to tremble from the force she exerted on the weaker woman. To my shock, Jenna started to get to her knees, hands still on Michelle's thighs, intent on escaping Michelle's torment.

Michelle allowed her to get to her knees and then, as if it had been planned all along, released her hold on Jenna. She folded her legs in, quickly aimed at her opponent, and then launched a two leg kick, smashing Jenna in the breasts, sending her flying backwards on to her ass.

Michelle jumped to her feet, came over to me and kissed me, again kneading my hard-on. “Mmmm, keep that going for a few more minutes,” she purred.

She sauntered over to Jenna, who was slow to get up. Grabbing a handful of Jenna's hair, Michelle yanked Jenna to her feet, and threw a jab into her ribs. Jenna tried to double over, but Michelle held her up by her hair. Another blow to Jenna's stomach knocked the wind out of her, and a third to the midsection yielded simply a groan. Michelle released Jenna's hair, grabbed Jenna around the neck, and brought her down into a headlock, tightening the hold with her free hand.

Jenna, weakened to the point of exhaustion, made one feeble attempt at breaking the hold, and then her hands dropped flaccidly, useless. Michelle increased the pressure on Jenna's throat, slowly dropping to her knees, bringing her defeated enemy to her knees as well.

“Do you give up, Princess?” Michelle taunted.

Jenna could issue nothing but a gurgle, and even that barely made a sound. Her utter helplessness, the ease with which Michelle was destroying her, the bulging muscles in Michelle's arms as she squeezed the life out of my beautiful ex, the confidence and cockiness exuded by Michelle, and the sheer sexuality of watching one woman simply physically overwhelm another one, made me, unbelievably, come again.

Finally, mercifully, Michelle released the headlock, and Jenna pitched forward to the carpet, face first, in a heap. She coughed---a good sign, but was otherwise motionless. Michelle got to her feet, kicked Jenna over to her back, placed her sweaty foot on Jenna's face, and raised her arms in a victory pose, biceps flexing. I wanted her---right then and there---at that moment, she was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life. She seemed to sense what I was thinking, smiled at me, and licked her lips.

Michelle glanced down at her trampled foe and shook her head disapprovingly. “You need to leave, Skank.” She rubbed her foot back and forth across the beaten woman's face, then stepped off, bent over, and grabbed Jenna's laced panties.

“Let me help you up, Skank,” she said as she pulled. Jenna's lifeless body was actually lifted off the carpet briefly, but dropped back down as the garment tore down the middle. Shrugging, Michelle instead bent down, grabbed Jenna by the hair, lifted her to her feet, and then threw her over her shoulder. The ease with which she lifted the weaker woman---like a sack of flour, again excited me---this whole dominance thing---who'd have thought? With Jenna draped over her shoulder, Michelle removed the now-destroyed underwear from her beaten opponent, and walked to the door. She opened the door, peeked out in the hallway, and seeing that it was empty, dumped the naked woman prone into the middle of the hall.

She re-entered the room, locked the door, and ambled over to me. She sat on my lap, kissed me, and slowly started to untie my silk bonds. She leaned over, placed her mouth near my ear, and in her sexy, sultry voice, asked, “So, do you want to wrestle?”

--The End--