After a particularly galling defeat at Kathleen's hands - or perhaps ass, if the fight in question was their pool brouhaha where the brunette had face-sat the redhead into oblivion - an angry Jennifer left an unwary Kathleen a note at work one Friday afternoon:

IT'S TIME TO SETTLE OUR SCORE - AGAIN. COME TO MY HOUSE TOMORROW BY NOON, AND COME ALONE. NO RULES, NO CLOTHES, & NO HOLDS BARRED, JUST LIKE ALWAYS.
I'M READY FOR YOU, BITCH. ONLY ONE OF US IS GOING TO WALK AWAY FROM THIS FIGHT - AND IT WON'T BE YOU! FACE ME IF YOU DARE ...
J.

Bitch! thought Kathleen, who had made plans for the next day. But better to cancel her plans and fight, lest Jennifer call her a coward come Monday morning for not showing up. Besides, the brunette knew she could beat the redhead again, even though it wouldn't be easy. Kathleen spent the night steeling herself for the next day's undoubtedly brutal confrontation before settling down for a good night's rest, confident that she was ready for anything.

The next day saw Kathleen stepping out her front door in just a tight t-shirt, tighter jeans shorts, and white sneakers with no socks at around 11 a.m. She adjusted her sunglasses and picked up her handbag before heading up the walkway, getting into her car, and driving away. She arrived at Jennifer's house some 30 minutes later, to find the redhead in a little purple bikini, sunning herself in the backyard behind the very high pointed wooden fence ringing the yard's perimeter. The redwood fence was so high that no one in the sparsely-populated neighborhood would able to see over it unless they were airborne.

"You're here," said Jennifer, smiling wickedly. "Good. Now we can began."

"Let's do it," responded Kathleen coldly, her eyes locked onto Jennifer's.

Jennifer got up and walked over to within several feet of her rival; then, as if on cue, both women stripped to the skin, tossed away their meager clothing, and stood ready to face one another for the latest time in their ongoing woman-to-woman struggle.

They had fought each other for over six months now, the results as even as their 5-7, 135-pound, twenty-something forms, complete with long tapering legs, firm full breasts, voluptuous derrieres, and pretty faces. They barely recalled how they had ever come to grips in the first place, but they enjoyed doing it, neither woman willing to let the other lord a victory over her for long.

They stared at each other, standing up straight, arms now resting at their sides. Then, as if reacting to some unheard, unseen signal, they bent their knees and raised their hands as they crouched into wrestling positions and began to close in on each other, circling as they did so.

"This is it!" snarled Jennifer. "Time to shut up and fight!"

"Only one of us is making it out of here!" growled Kathleen as they came in closer, never taking their eyes off one another, pawing and feinting all the while.

"And I told you it wouldn't be you!" shrieked the naked redhead as she lunged bare-handedly at the bare-skinned brunette, who was poised for the attack ...

Jennifer jumped forward, latched onto Kathleen's bare breasts with both hands, and began squeezing with all her strength. Kathleen cried out in agony, and returned the favor with interest. Soon they were scrabbling and shifting about the yard, bare feet scrambling for purchase on the lush green grass as they mauled each other's chests mercilessly. Kathleen and Jennifer squeezed and shook, pulled and pinched, and turned and twisted each other's bare breasts, the gasps and groans and squeals of both battlers punctuating the midday air as they fought fiercely. Neither woman was willing to surrender, or show the slightest hint of mercy, so intent were they on destroying each other.

Eventually, though, they realized that neither was going to win this way any time soon, and they wrapped their arms around each other's waist in a crushing mutual bearhug. Their battered breasts squashed together, and their groans became even louder as they tightened their respective holds and began squeezing the life from one another. They struggled and squeezed in this fashion for the next few moments, canceling each other out at first, until Kathleen slowly but surely began to dominate.

Feeling her spine cracking, the anguished redhead gasped and pushed underneath her enemy's jaw with both hands, trying to push free, only to feel Kathleen's arms tighten further about her waist. Growing desperate, Jennifer looped her arms under Kathleen's to bring them in front of Kathleen's face, and then she pressed her hands down together hard over Kathleen's breathing passages, smothering her.

"Got you!" cackled Jennifer as she pressed her hands tighter over the brunette's mouth and nose, cutting off Kathleen's air supply. Kathleen tried to maintain her hug and crush the fight from her foe, but her lack of breath soon took over, and she was forced to release Jennifer's body and look for another avenue of attack.

Bringing her hands up like twin blades, she chopped them down hard into Jennifer's collarbones, evoking a loud yell from Jennifer. Kathleen then repeated the move twice more, harder and harder, Jennifer still yelling, until the redhead's bare hands peeled off the brunette's face and Kathleen could breathe again.

They shoved each other away by the shoulders to take a moment to catch their breath, before Jennifer lunged forward to renew her smother holds, one hand clamping tight over Kathleen's mouth, the other pinching her nostrils shut. Like Jennifer's previous grip, though, this one didn't last, either, as Kathleen fired off a terrific right hook that slammed off Jennifer's left cheek, broke the redhead's hold, and sent her tumbling to her right. Jennifer was staggered but stayed on her feet, only to take a right to the gut and then a left. Jennifer then swung wildly with a right, the back of her hand connecting with Kathleen's cheek and knocking Kathleen to her left, Kathleen's back now to the house behind them.

Jennifer swung a high left and missed as Kathleen ducked under it and then punched Jennifer in her left breast, evoking a yelp from Jennifer, who quickly responded with a left uppercut that caught Kathleen flush on the chin and made the brunette see stars. Dazed, Kathleen was unable to defend herself as Jennifer then punished her rival with a left, and then a right, and then another left, each time driving Kathleen further backwards until she was almost up against the round patio table that rested a few feet from the house. One could almost feel Kathleen's pain from Jennifer's powerful punches.

Then Jennifer cut loose with a devastating left that sent Kathleen sprawling backwards over the table where she came to rest in a spread-eagle fashion, her hands, feet, and head all dangling over the edges of the small surface as she lay there, stunned.

Jennifer saw her chance and wasted absolutely no time. She quickly clambered atop the fallen brunette and lay flat against her foe, their full breasts squashing together again as Jennifer licked her lips eagerly in anticipation. Reaching out eagerly with both hands, Jennifer then got as good a grip on Kathleen's vulnerable throat as she'd ever had and again began squeezing with all her strength, thumbs pressing deep into Kathleen's exposed windpipe, the redhead determined to choke the life from her rival once and for all as the brunette lay there helpless ...

Kathleen was still bent over the edges of the table, Jennifer's strong hands relentlessly tightening about the brunette's soft throat as the redhead ruthlessly choked the life from her enemy. Jennifer licked her lips eagerly as she poured on the pressure, determined to win this contest at all costs, thumbs still sinking deeper into Kathleen's exposed windpipe by the second. Kathleen coughed harshly and just lay there, battered by Jennifer's blows, dazed and unable to defend herself, as Jennifer squeezed with all her considerable strength.

"How does this feel, bitch? Does it hurt!" growled Jennifer, still tightening her hands relentlessly about her victim's throat. There was no response from Kathleen, who continued to lie there, suffering in silence. Kathleen made no move to attack Jennifer or even try to pull those terrible hands off her throat. Jennifer could have cared less as she kept it up, squeezing harder and harder, victory probably just moments away for her. Kathleen's face was turning red from lack of air, and her eyes were shut tight in agony as she suffered in Jennifer's grip. The lights were going out for her ...

But suddenly Kathleen stopped playing possum and lashed out with both fists to smash them straight into Jennifer's high cheekbones. Jennifer howled in pain as Kathleen lashed out again, and again, smashing Jennifer's cheeks hard both times, until Jennifer broke off her chokehold and covered up her battered cheeks with both hands. Kathleen grabbed her foe by the face and shoved Jennifer away, Jennifer rolling right off the table and onto the bench below before toppling off it and onto the concrete patio where she curled up in pain. Kathleen then rolled slowly to her left and off the table and onto the grass, clutching her throat with both hands and coughing hoarsely, spitting saliva out onto the lawn as a souvenir of her frightening ordeal.

An onlooker would have breathed a huge sigh of relief at Kathleen's escape, and perhaps hoped that she would now take the fight to Jennifer, who had been the aggressor so far this day. It was amazing how Jennifer, who had been so humiliated in their last struggle had retained her full fighting spirit and had led in this bout so far. But she was a spitfire, with a hot temper that reflected her red hair, and she couldn't stand to let Kathleen be one up on her, ever.

After a few minutes of recovery, they were at it again, Kathleen scaling the table and leaping off of it to tackle Jennifer and send them tumbling back onto the green grass. They rolled and wrestled as they wrapped about each other, punching and kneeing as best as they could, each determined to triumph in this third encounter. All one could see was a tangle of long arms and legs and sleek, sweated nude bodies rolling over and over, back and forth, first one on top and then the other, neither able to gain an advantage. They pulled hard at each other's silky hair, shrieking all the while, before switching tactics and squeezing each other's bare breasts savagely, both women squealing in agony as they assaulted one another's chest.

Kathleen was on the bottom of their pile-up, being straddled but still getting the better of Jennifer by sliding her thighs about Jennifer's waist and squeezing her enemy mercilessly. Jennifer groaned aloud, but then she one-upped Kathleen by plunging downwards with both hands to seize Kathleen by the throat and begin choking her again. Kathleen grasped Jennifer's wrists to no avail as Jennifer pounded Kathleen's head against the lush lawn, harder and harder, fingers squeezing tighter, until Kathleen was almost out cold, her hands falling away from Jennifer's wrists as unconsciousness toyed with the beautiful brunette.

But it wasn't over yet. Sensing a new opportunity to more fully punish her foe, Jennifer released Kathleen's throat, and then brought her hands up to her face and licked her palms thoroughly until they were drenched with saliva. Plunging them down again, a wicked grin etched across the redhead's pretty face, she fastened her wet hands over Kathleen's breathing passages to form two airtight vacuums, one hand clamping hard over Kathleen's mouth, the other pinching Kathleen's nostrils completely shut as Jennifer began to smother her opponent lifeless. Saliva dripped from Jennifer's hands and spread over Kathleen's breathing passages, forming a vacuum effect and completely cutting off the brunette's breath.

Kathleen went wide-eyed at her lack of oxygen and tugged at Jennifer's wrists frantically as Jennifer howled with glee from above, Kathleen desperate for air but unable to breathe with Jennifer's bare hands clamped tight over her face...

"Got you!" cried Jennifer as she leaned over Kathleen and pressed in harder with both hands, completely smothering her arch-rival. "Now let's see how long you can hold out before I suffocate you!"

Jennifer was on top of Kathleen and was suffocating her, Jennifer's bare hands planted over Kathleen's mouth and nose. Kathleen pulled at Jennifer's wrists, trying to break her hold; but Jennifer's grip was too strong, made even more so by the saliva which drenched her palms. Jennifer cackled with glee as she smothered Kathleen breathless, the advantage again Jennifer's in this latest nude bout between the two bitter female rivals.

Kathleen had been battered so far in the fight by Jennifer's punching, choking, and smothering hands, and now Kathleen was again desperate to breathe as Jennifer deprived her of precious air with one of her favorite holds. Kathleen surely couldn't last much longer, and again her face began to redden from lack of oxygen, much as when Jennifer had been choking her to death over the patio table earlier in the match. Jennifer seemed no worse for the wear for the fight, having taken most of it to Kathleen, and Jennifer grinned wickedly as she held on with both hands and threw her pretty head back with a huge smile.

That was a mistake on Jennifer's part, because in doing so she had given Kathleen a perfect opportunity to counterattack. Arching her back as best she could under Jennifer's weight, Kathleen thrust her long legs skyward and crisscrossed them in front of Jennifer's head before snapping them down as hard as she could, levering Jennifer to the ground while pulling her hands free of Kathleen's face. Kathleen wiped Jennifer's saliva away from her own breathing passages with the back of one hand as she secured a scissors hold about Jennifer's neck with her calves, and locked her ankles together to bring tremendous pressure to bear on Jennifer's windpipe. Jennifer went wide-eyed as she gasped for air and pulled at Kathleen's legs, but she got nowhere in doing so. Kathleen leaned back on the grass and flexed her long, beautiful legs to put more pressure on Jennifer's neck, only to feel a bare foot covering her face, and toes pinching her nostrils shut as Jennifer groped at Kathleen's face and tried to foot-smother her.

Kathleen bit down on the ball of Jennifer's foot to free herself, just as Jennifer twisted her head and bit down on one of Kathleen's legs just above the ankle. Their screams intermixed in the midday air as they both pulled away in pain and shakily got to their knees, but then Kathleen dove at Jennifer and knocked her down. As they hit the grass, Kathleen sat up and fastened her hands about Jennifer's neck before strangling her with all her might. Jennifer gasped again and tried to pull Kathleen's hands loose, but had no leverage to do so, her eyes closed in agony. Feeling herself fading as Kathleen shook her head back and forth ferociously, Jennifer twisted hard to her left and uncorked a left hook that hit Kathleen in her right cheek and sent her sprawling. Kathleen rose shakily to her feet moments later, but just as she did so she caught a glimpse of Jennifer hurtling herself through the air and knocking Kathleen over with a drop kick, the redhead's bare feet slapping against the brunette's bare skin. Kathleen again tumbled to the grass, as did her redheaded rival, who also hit the ground hard. Both women were stunned, but it was Kathleen who valiantly tried to rise again, stumbling towards the patio on all fours.

Kathleen got up on one knee before a rejuvenated Jennifer tackled her from behind, but Kathleen managed to secure a side headlock on Jennifer and squeeze her foe's head mercilessly as they rolled back and forth on the smooth concrete. Jennifer reached in front to seize Kathleen's breasts in both hands and squeeze them savagely, and Kathleen yelped and broke off her headlock to claw Jennifer's hands away from her chest. Twisting behind Jennifer, who was now face down on the deck, Kathleen then grabbed Jennifer's left leg and began to twist Jennifer's foot around at the ankle; but Jennifer yelled and quickly kicked out with her other foot to knock Kathleen away.

They rose to their bare feet soon after and faced one another head on, just a few feet apart, before lunging at each other, hands securing in hair and pulling hard as the two women twisted around and around, neither fighter able to gain an advantage over the other. The stalemate only ended when Jennifer released her hair hold to smash Kathleen in the cheeks with both fists, mimicking Kathleen's earlier ploy when Jennifer had been choking her off the table. Kathleen was staggered as she lost her grip, and she just swayed there, standing up, for a second, as Jennifer stopped to catch her breath.

Then Jennifer made her move to end the fight, snaking out with both hands to squeeze them about Kathleen's throat in the best chokehold she'd ever gotten on Kathleen, hands squeezing together like a vise - with Kathleen's neck caught in the middle.

"Ullkkk .... guhhh ... unnhhh ..."

Kathleen gagged, her tongue lolling out and her eyes rolling up as Jennifer shook her foe back and forth, Kathleen trying desperately to pry Jennifer's hands loose from her throat. Jennifer held fast, though, her steadfast determination etched on her face as her steely fingers coiled tighter about Kathleen's white neck, crushing it with all her savage strength.

"Stop .... choking ... me ..." Kathleen gasped as Jennifer throttled her, the brunette still tugging at Jennifer's wrists in vain.

"Not until you're breathless, bitch!" snapped Jennifer as she squeezed harder and harder with reckless abandon, determined to finish their fight once and for all ...

Jennifer held Kathleen in a standing-up stranglehold, her fingers tightening relentlessly about Kathleen's throat, choking the brunette to death as Jennifer squeezed the breath from her foe with all her strength. Their fierce nude struggle had raged for a half-hour or so across Jennifer's backyard, and if the bout had been scored on points, Jennifer would have been ahead. As it was, she was now going for the knockout blow as she applied the coup-de-grace, her hands like a vise about Kathleen's neck. Kathleen strained to pull Jennifer's hands free with her own, but was failing to do so as Jennifer throttled her.

Kathleen could only cough in response as Jennifer backed her up to the house, slamming the brunette back first against the vinyl siding before beginning to drag Kathleen down the side of the house towards the concrete patio floor. Jennifer felt she could straddle Kathleen there on the ground and finish her off at her leisure with those gripping, squeezing hands of hers, Kathleen suffering all the while until she passed out or expired, Jennifer didn't care which this time. She just wanted to win ...

Kathleen finally hit the hard stone on her soft rear-end, Jennifer kneeling in front of her and preparing to force her enemy down onto her back for the finale, when suddenly Kathleen shot forward and slid her legs about Jennifer's waist. Locking her ankles, she squeezed her thighs together with Jennifer stuck in the middle, even as she dangled backwards in Jennifer's chokehold. Jennifer cried out in pain and tried to concentrate on finishing Kathleen off, but she was in agony from Kathleen's scissors hold. Kathleen beat at the inside of Jennifer's elbows with her balled-up fists, Jennifer yelping with each blow but still holding on as Kathleen's face again began to redden from oxygen deprivation.

Kathleen might have been playing possum again just to lure Jennifer in close, as she had done before, but had she waited too long this time? Jennifer probably could have slammed Kathleen's head against the patio, but Kathleen was now rearing back to keep her skull flush with the concrete and prevent this. Several hard blows to the head and Jennifer would have finished off Kathleen but good.

Kathleen coughed hoarsely in Jennifer's grip and then did the only thing she could probably think of to save herself, reaching out with both hands to pull mercilessly at Jennifer's nipples with her fingertips.

Jennifer howled again at this new pain, and tried to ignore it and strangle Kathleen lifeless, but she must have felt like her nipples were on fire the way Kathleen was pulling them outwards for all they were worth. Finally Jennifer shrieked like a banshee and reluctantly broke off her attack to slap Kathleen in the face, trying desperately to make her let go, but failing. She then tugged hard at Kathleen's wrists, trying to break her grip, but Kathleen held fast as she gulped in some much-needed air, the color returning to her cheeks as Jennifer tried to pull free.

Kathleen then began to pull Jennifer downward by her nipples, and if Jennifer had been in agony before, it was as nothing compared to now. She screamed bloody murder, and it's a wonder nobody called the cops; but then, it wasn't a very well populated neighborhood to begin with. Kathleen's tactics were surprising, but she probably felt that if Jennifer could do anything to win, then so could she. The dirtier fighter had triumphed in almost all of their previous bouts, so why not in this one? Any and every body part was a potential target, and Kathleen had simply beaten Jennifer to the punch (or pinch, rather, this time).

Jennifer still clawed at Kathleen's hands, but now Kathleen had seized the whole of Jennifer's breasts in both of her own hands and was squeezing them like there was no tomorrow.

Tears spilled from Jennifer's eyes at her chest torture, and she was almost sobbing in her agony. Suddenly Kathleen reached up and slugged Jennifer across the chin with a right, dazing her victim. Kathleen then grabbed Jennifer by her hair and began to pull her downwards towards her own breasts, Jennifer still stunned, with Kathleen finally stuffing Jennifer's face into her bust and smothering her, hands wrapped tight in the back of Jennifer's hair and holding her in place.

Jennifer's muffled screams filled the air as she slapped the patio with both hands and tried to push free but couldn't, as Kathleen held her foe fast with her both hands and thighs, the latter continuing to methodically crush Jennifer's waist. Jennifer struggled and shifted in Kathleen's holds, trying to break free, even as Kathleen pulled her in closer. Jennifer might have tried to bite her way free, but her jaws were too constrained.

Kathleen was rolling back and forth on the patio, Jennifer still thoroughly trapped, her bare hands gripping Kathleen's shoulders fiercely but to no avail. Kathleen still clutched Jennifer's face to her chest like a newborn child, her arms now wrapped about the back of Jennifer's head and binding her, as Jennifer's struggles began to soften. Jennifer was tough, but even she couldn't last forever without air - but if she was going to go down, the redhead would take the brunette with her.

Groping blindly at Kathleen's face and throat, Jennifer knew she didn't have enough strength or leverage for a stranglehold, but she felt she could still smother the brunette with her bare hands. Feeling her way along Kathleen's face, Jennifer finally clamped both her hands down over Kathleen's mouth and nose, shutting off the brunette's breathing passages. Kathleen's eyes went wide again as her breath was cut off, her oxygen supply still not fully replenished from being brutally choked mere moments before. She could only mutter an anguished "mmmppph" as she suffocated, unable to break free so long as she maintained her breast-smother on the redhead, which Kathleen refused to give up even if it meant her own undoing. She was so close to winning ...

They rolled and wrestled on the hard ground, both battlers going for broke. Kathleen wrapped her long legs tighter about Jennifer's body while pushing in hard on the back of her opponent's head and forcing it into her chest, smothering the redhead. Jennifer steadfastly maintained her own smotherholds, hands pressing in harder over Kathleen's mouth and nose, perfectly sealing off the brunette's air supply, suffocating the brown-haired beauty.

In the end neither would taste triumph, as Jennifer went under moments later from lack of oxygen, and Kathleen followed suit soon after, her "victory" lasting just seconds as the two beauties ended up smothering each other unconscious. They lay slumped together on the stone patio, Jennifer's face still stuffed in Kathleen's breasts, Jennifer's hands still plastered over Kathleen's face. Both women's eyes were closed, their breathing shallow, their bare chests swelling and deflating slightly against one another's as the sun began to set.

This heated bout had been a draw, but the redhead-brunette rivalry would continue, no matter what. This time there had been no victress - but there was always next time ...

END