By Haymaker
Casey,
late teens, her blond hair up in a bun, leans forward slowly, timidly, her eyes
closed and lips parted. Across the
table from Casey sits Amanda, a sassy Sexpot, around Casey’s age, with wavy
black hair. Amanda looks at Casey with
a wry smile then leans in quickly, putting her full lips to Casey’s. Casey quivers at the contact, allowing
Amanda to control their soft kiss.
Sue, an angelic brunet, her brown hair
braded in a ponytail, walks through the game-room of a local recreation center
out into the deserted picnic area, which overlooks the pool. Sue, a teen
herself, wears a white karate uniform with a black belt fastened around her
slender waste. The fact that Sue’s a
black belt, at her age, tells us something about her character. The uniform conceals her entire body,
besides her bare feet, hands and shoulder blades. The neckline perfectly frames her long, slender, neck, completely
concealing her perky A-cups.
Sue
comes upon Casey and Amanda, catching the end of their kiss. Casey is wearing a modest gold and orange
bathing suit. While, Amanda is in a
blue bikini, which shows off her curvaceous hips and ample chest. They both sit back. Casey smiles a smile of embarrassment, as
Amanda gazes at her longingly. Sue
walks up, trying to conceal how uncomfortable this sight has made her. She gives, her friend, Casey the best “Hi,”
she can muster. Then, turns to Amanda
and giving her a blank “Hello,” which Amanda returns with a playful grin.
Sue
addresses Casey’s attire with puzzlement.
“You’re not ready for class?”
“Yeesh,” Casey replies, “it’s not for another twenty minutes. I’m gonna’ finish my swim. I’ll be ready in time.” Casey heads down toward the pool, then turns
back to Amanda, “You coming?” ”In a
minute,” Amanda replies. Sue glares at
Amanda, who watches Casey jog down to the pool.
Amanda turns back to Sue, who fights for composure. “Lighten up Mr. Miagi,” taunts Amanda, “I’ll make sure she gets there. Go meditate.” Sue does not like Amanda’s tone. “I don’t appreciate being mocked by a little slut like you, Amanda. What the hell do you think you’re doing with Casey? She’s a good friend of mine and I won’t just stand by while you…” “What are you her mother,” snaps Amanda. “We’re just havin’ a little fun. You don’t expect Casey to experiment with a tight-ass like you.” Sue, furious now, half-shouts, “You’d better leave her alone, or I’ll try a little ‘EXPERIMENT’ of my own. Like, how fast I can wipe that grin off your face.”
Amanda
is unafraid. “You’re all talk,
‘Priss.’” March your tight-ass back
inside where it’s safe.” Sue fires
back. “Why don’t you try me, slut. I’ve got twenty minutes before class. I could spend five making you bleed and
fifteen making you beg.” Amanda gets to
her feet before Sue can finish, striking a bring-it-on pose. “Lets go sweety.” She picks up her knapsack.
Casey looks up to see the two striding away. “Oh good, they’re hitting it off.”
Inside
the dojo, students have already arrived and begun stretching out. So, the two head into the, carpeted,
“private game-room.” It’s empty, except
for two guys, about their age, playing pool.
The boys can’t help but ogle the two beauties. Sue asks the guys to “give them a few minutes alone.” But, Amanda suggests they let them
stay. “Unless you’re afraid they’ll see
me kick your ass, she adds.” The guy’s
can’t believe their luck.
Sue
barks back at Amanda, “As long as they don’t interfere.” The guys wouldn’t dream of it. “Hurry up and get ready,” says Sue. “I’m ready now, bitch,” scoffs Amanda. Sue gestures to Amanda’s skimpy blue bikini.
“You’re gonna fight me in THAT?” The
guys are practically drooling. Amanda
smirks, “I left my P.J.’s at home.”
The
two square off, sizing each other up, as the guys look on. Sue is in a karate stance, slowly shifting
her weight as she circles, her expression is dead serious. Amanda, on the contrary, wears a much more
playful expression, as she bobs and weaves like a half boxer, half
wrestler. Sue is not sure how to attack
Amanda, who moves in an unorthodox fashion.
But, when Amanda lunges forward Sue’s instincts take over and she fires
a perfect front-kick into Amanda’s exposed gut. Amanda blows air and falls to her knees, gasping for breath.
Sue
looks down at her enemy, surprised by her own tenacity. Sue begins to well up with confidence, when
Amanda suddenly reaches out, pulling Sue’s legs out from under her. “THOMP!!!”
Sue hits the floor, hard, taking the impact in her back. Sue is temporarily dazed as Amanda crawls
over her and straddles her hips. Amanda
tugs open Sue’s karate top, exposing her white sports bra. The guys move for a better view, as Sue
covers up frantically. Amanda pulls up
on Sue’s top with both hands, as it stretches taunt across her back. Sue is distracted, trying to conceal her
chest, as Amanda leans over firing her knee into Sue’s crotch. “UHHHGGGG!!!” cries Sue, her hands shoot
down, clasping her throbbing pussy.
Amanda lets Sue’s top “SNAP!!” down across Sue’s breasts like a
rubber-band. Amanda climbs off of Sue,
leaving her to curl up in pain. Amanda
looks to the boys. “Who wants a
souvenir?” she asks. The guys say
nothing, turning toward each other, “what does she mean,” they wonder. Amanda bends over Sue, who’s still in a lot
of pain and tugs at her karate jacket.
Sue puts up little struggle, and in no time Amanda has pried off Sue’s
bright white top, leaving he in bra, pants and belt. Amanda tosses the jacket to one of the guys. “There ya go,” she says with a wink.
Sue
is getting it together, and climbs to her knees. Amanda walks over and in a “ho-hum” fashion, she reaches down
around Sue’s ribs and yanks the sports bra over her head and off her body in
one quick motion, flashing her perky A-cups.
Sue gasps, horrified and folds her arms around her naked chest. Amanda twirls the bra in her hand a minute
before flinging it aside. The guys
watch the braw sail through the air, coming to rest on one of the chairs
against the wall. Amanda gets a good
grip on Sue’s braded ponytail, and pulls up, slowly lifting a reluctant Sue to
her feet. Just before Sue is standing
strait, she’s lead a few steps and slammed against the wall. Amanda reaches back and sends a right cross
into Sues face. Sue doesn’t block,
keeping her arms locked around her bosoms.
But the pain from the blow is stunning and makes Sue raise her hands in
a dazed defense. Amanda sends a left
into Sue’s tight abs, letting her fist linger, as Sue curls slightly, in
agony. Amanda is in control. She grabs Sue’s black belt like a handle in
her left hand and fires a sharp uppercut below Sue’s navel. “UHHHHHH!!” Sue
gasps as Amanda’s fist slams into her lowr belly. Amanda pulls her hand back.
Still holding Sue by the belt with her left hand, she repeats the
attack, sending blow after blow into Sue’s lower abs. Amanda pauses between each blow, to savor her foe’s pain. “Uhh!…
Uhh!… Uhh!… Uhh!”
Sue starts to sag. Amanda fires
an elbow into one of Sue’s perfect tits, for good measure. “AHHHH!!!”
Sue clenches her smashed mammary, sliding half-way down the wall, before
Amanda yanks her back up by the hair and belt.
Amanda
lead’s her wobbly foe a step and a half and dumps her onto the pool table. Sue’s legs fold over the side, displaying
her tight butt. Amanda pulls down Sue’s
pants, then her panties, for a better look.
Amanda climbs up on the table.
She straddles Sue, facing her butt.
Amanda rubs her hands over Sue’s bare bottom, caressing her smooth
flesh. After a moment, the inevitable
takes place. Amanda cocks her hand back
and slaps Sue ass with all her might.
The “SLAP!” echoes through the room.
Sue tenses, raising her head in shock, as several more, hard slaps
follow, leaving half of Sue’s firm rear bright pink. Amanda begins altering hands.
Slapping with the right, then left, then right, back and forth. Sue lets out a pained, but faint, “Ahh,”
with each slap. As the assault
continues swear rolls down Amanda’s slightly clad body, tracing the curves of
her smooth tan frame.
Amanda
halts the attack and wipes the sweat from her brow. She gives flirtatious looks to the lucky boys. Taking advantage of the delay, Sue grips a
pool ball on the table, pulling it close.
Amanda climbs off of the table and grabs a cue stick, intended for god
knows what. Amanda faces the boys, her
back to Sue as she grips the cue and feels for weight with a devilish
grin.
But,
as she turns back to Sue she is met with a gripped cue ball, which hammers down
across her shoulder blade. Amanda
crumbles to her knees from the well-placed blow. Sue awkwardly tugs up her pants and hops of the table walking
around behind Amanda. Sue’s tired and
sore, but also very angry. She pick up
the cue Amanda planned to use on her and pitches back, striking Amanda across
the back with a mighty two-armed swing.
“THWATT!!” Sue tosses the cue on
to the table as Amanda writhes on the floor, an angry red streak appears across
her upper back.
No
longer letting her bare breast concern her, Sue drags Amanda by her loose black
locks, as Amanda struggles to keep pace crawling on her hands and knees. Sue takes a note from Amanda and pulls her
upward by her hair. Amanda gets to her
feet just in time to receive a perfect roundhouse kick to the gut, which puts
her back down. Sue slowly walks behind
Amanda planning her next assault. Sue
is sweating as well. A few beads roll
down her chest. As Sue wipes her chest
with her palm, she is reminded that she is topless. An idea comes to her. Sue
leans over Amanda and unhooks her blue bikini, letting her breasts bounce
free. Then, she pulls the bikini top
around Amanda’s neck, using the top to strange her from behind. Amanda gags and tugs at the strings that cut
off her air. The guys have made their
way around to survey the action from a better angle. They soak up every moment, as Sue’s muscles tense, in an effort
to keep the blood from reaching Amanda‘s head.
Amanda grits her teeth and tugs at the thin material around her
neck. Her arms bat and squeeze her
firm, sweaty, C-cups against her rib’s as she squirms. Sue is loosing control of the hold and
plants a knee in Amanda’s back for support.
But, it only buys her a little time.
Amanda’s thrashing and pulling eventually pays off. Amanda twists and fights her way free of the
choke, only to find herself in another choke, as Sue quickly shifts to a half
nelson.
After
a few more seconds in Sue’s vice grip Amanda is starting to grow faint. In a last-ditch effort she pulls her legs in
and struggles to stand.
Somehow,
Amanda gets to her feet. She begins to
rock from side to side, but doesn’t have the strength the escape the hold. Amanda grows still.
Suddenly
Amanda stomps Sue’s foot. As Sue
flinches from the pain Amanda drives her back.
The two pick up speed and slam into the rear wall. But, the force isn’t
great enough to get Sue to release Amanda from the choke. Though, she loosens it enough to allow
Amanda some air. With a fresh breath,
Amanda sends an elbow into Sue’s already tender middle. Once heeds a cry of pain. After a second, Amanda is free.
She
steps away from Sue, who’s braced against the wall holding her stomach. Amanda is sucking air, trying to get back in
this thing. But, Sue recovers first. Amanda, seeing Sue advance throws a weak
right punch, which Sue easily swats away.
Sue counters with a strait right punch to Amanda’s chest. Amanda howls and clenches her throbbing tit
with both hands as Sue’s left hook and spinning, right, back-fist snap her head
back. Riding the momentum from the
spinning back fist, Sue spins again launching a devastating spinning heal kick
to the side of Amanda’s head. Amanda
twirls to the floor seeing stars.
Sue
stands over her opponent. She is a
vision in her fighting stance. Topless,
in only her black belt and karate pants, Sue pants heavily, her taunt, body
heaving as sweat glistens on her chest and stomach. She looks down at her unconscious foe in triumph.
But,
Amanda’s not out yet. She stirs and is
on her hands and knees in a few seconds.
Standing after a few more. Sue
can’t help but be impressed, as Amanda raises her hands to resume the
fight. The two stand unmoving for what
seems like a full minute. Then, Amanda
rushes Sue, emitting a primal war cry.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!” Sue plants her foot in Amanda’s chest and rolls back
allowing Amanda to sail over her.
Amanda lands on her back with a “CRASH!” as Sue flips to her feet. Sue turns toward the downed Amanda and
strikes a firm, fighting stance. “No
point.” Amanda barks. “Back to positions.” Sue is in full tournament
mode, playing announcer as well. Amanda
shuffles to her feet, bracing her lover back with one hand.
Sue
hops forward, fainting a jab at Amanda’s head.
As Amanda attempts a block, Sue sends a sharp sidekick into Amanda’s
chest. Amanda stumbles back against the
wall. “Point!” Screams Sue as she moves
in. Sue shifts her stance from left to
right, before planting her fist into Amanda’s sternum. Amanda folds and drops like a rag-doll. “Point!” Sue yells once again. She lowers her defenses, glaring down at the
broken Amanda. “Do you submit?” she
asks. Amanda nods, wining positive
replies. Then, you’ll stay away from
Casey.” More nods.
Sue
is satisfied. Despite herself, she
bows, to signify the end of the fight in a traditional show of respect. Amanda’s hand shoots out for Sue’s crotch,
but the attack is intercepted, as Sue blocks and grasps Amanda’s wrist. Angered by the attempted “cheap-shot,” Sue
twists Amanda’s wrist and puts her in an arm lock. A little pressure on Amanda’s joints motivates her to stand. “You have no honor,” Sue states
plainly. Amanda’ face is a mask of pain
and terror as she looks at Sue’s merciless expression.
“Thwap!” A flip-kick bashes Amanda’s face
slamming her upright. “Thuck!” A harder
flip-kick crashes into Amanda’s stomach leaving her slightly hunched over. Finally, Sue spins, sending her heel deep
into Amanda’s gut in a perfect spinning back kick. The force of the blow knocks Amanda off her feet. She curls on the floor, coughing
furiously. “Point, match.”
After
a moment, Sue struts over to the guy holding her karate jacket. As she holds out her hand the guy realizes
what she wants and quickly hands it over.
Sue puts it on with a smile, forgetting the bra. All the while, Amanda is trying to replenish
her air, oblivious to anything but the searing pain in the stomach. Before she leaves, Sue turns back to the
boys, who are still stunned. Half
flirting, she says, “Sorry for interrupting your game,” then marches off, high
as a kite. Amanda won’t be giving her
any more trouble.
-Haymaker-