Toni and Cheyenne had hated each other from the first day they had arrived on campus. They pledged into rival sororities, ran for Homecoming Queen, struggled for leadership of the dance team, and (to his delight) fucked the star quarterback. Their lives were constant competition, and it simmered red hot just below the surface for four years. A month before graduation, it finally erupted.

A meeting of the Greek Council had just fell apart under acrimonious sniping between the two girls. They argued out into the parking lot, boyfriends trailing uncomfortably behind. One of them – Tom – had been dating Toni for long enough to finally now have an idea born out of irritation and horniness. “Why don’t you two settle this once and for all?” Tom said.

They stopped and stared at him. The sudden silence was refreshing, he thought, after listening to the two of them for the last hour.

“What are you talking about?” Toni finally said. Tom made her a little nervous. He was great in bed but she had always thought he was a little dangerous.

“My parents have a beach house,” Tom said. “They’re in Europe for the year, so no one uses it but me. The four of us can go there for the weekend. You two girls can settle your problems.”

Cheyenne snorted. “You think that a weekend getaway is going to make us friends? We going to have a clambake and sing campfire songs?’

“No,” said Tom. “No campfire. It’s a big house, no neighbors, very private. I’m talking about the two of you going there and setting the pecking order once and for all. A knockdown, no rules, fight to the finish. One girl left standing.”

This time the stunned silence spun out for a long moment. Tom could hear the crickets in the warm spring evening. Jeff, the other boyfriend, carefully looked at his feet and wondered if Cheyenne could tell he had an erection.

Cheyenne and Toni simultaneously turned to each other.

“You don’t have the guts for it,” Toni said.

Cheyenne flushed. “Fuck you, bitch. I’m not afraid of you.”

“Tomorrow night then,” Tom said before they could think again. “I’ll send you directions.”

Their drive had been mostly in silence. Tom left Toni alone. As the late afternoon moved slowly by, Toni began to pace the beachhouse living room like a caged panther. It was a big room, luxuriously furnished but with a lot of open space. A oak bookcase stood along one wall, a wetbar along another. Toni stopped and toyed with the piano, then impatiently closed it with a bang. “She’s not coming,” she said to Tom for the tenth time.

“We’ll see,” he said. Toni was tense as a spring, and it made her hotter than ever. Her nipples jutted through her thin cotton t-shirt, and her tongue kept darting out to wet her lips. She was as turned on as he’d ever seen her, he realized. Maybe tonight was going to turn out to be more than he had expected. He caught her by the wrist as she went by and pulled her down to the couch beside him. Her body was practically humming.

He slipped a hand under her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and she arched her back as he cupped her breast, pushing it into his palm. Her breath was fast, almost panting. “The thought of fighting her makes you hot, doesn’t it?” he whispered. She didn’t answer but she squirmed as he unsnapped the button on her shorts, a soft moan slipping through her lips. A strand of her blond hair had fallen over her eyes, now half-closed.

“Picture it,” Tom said softly as he slid her shorts over her hips. She wasn’t wearing panties either. “Your fist smashing into her face. Blood coming out of her mouth.” He touched her clit and she bucked involuntarily, her eyes closed completely now. With a quick, smooth movement, she pulled her shirt off over her head herself. Her breasts were big and firm, with dark nipples the size of silver dollars. He slipped his thumb deep into her and ducked his head to bite one of her nipples gently. It was rock-hard in her mouth. She moaned again, louder than before. “Kicking her in the guts,” he murmured. “Until she begs you to stop. Kicking her in the tits while she kneels in front of you.”

Toni came violently, shuddering and crying out, as soon as he entered her. He thrust hard against her. She dug her fingernails into her back, her head thrown back as she gasped for breath. “Clawing her tits like that,” he gasped into her ear. She had a second orgasm as he came inside of her.

“And just think how good the sex will be after you beat her,” he said as he let her up.

Cheyenne and Jeff arrived while Toni was in a back bedroom freshening up. Cheyenne went to a different bedroom immediately, speaking to Tom only enough to find out where to go. Tom got the sense from Jeff’s slightly dazed look that they might have stopped for a diversion similar to what he had just enjoyed with Toni.

Jeff joined him briefly. “I’ll have to act like I hate you when she gets back,” he said. “But man, you are a fucking genius. She has been as hot as a goddamn firecracker all day. And I get to watch two gorgeous girls tear into each other. Between you and me, I don’t care that much who wins, but I am looking forward to a victory fuck.”

Tom smiled. “I’m with you, brother.”

Toni came out first. Even Tom was surprised. She had carefully done her face, with perfect eyeshadow and fire-engine red lipstick accentuating her pouting mouth. More than that, she was wearing only a thong bottom, a skin-tight wifebeater undershirt cut off below her breasts, and black patent leather spike heels. Her skin was shining with perspiration and her nipples were clearly outlined through the thin shirt.

“Where’s your bitch?” she said to Jeff, her voice a little hoarse. “Hiding out in the car?”

“I’m right here,” Cheyenne said. Three heads pivoted toward the other bedroom door. Tom felt his erection reviving again. Cheyenne had lightly oiled her black curls so that they glistened in a wild riot around her face. Her make-up was much like Toni’s, sopisticated and a little slutty. She was wearing a red silk camisole top and matching french-cut panties, and red spike heels. Her breasts bobbed beneath her top as she strode into the living room.

“Jesus,” Jeff said softly beneath his breath. The raw electricity coming off the two girls was incredible. They had always been hot, but now they were transformed from spoiled sorority girls to ultrasexy gladiatrix. This was not going to be a baby-slapping pillow fight.

Toni met Cheyenne in the center of the room. They faced off, so close that their breasts brushed together. Toni clenched and unclenched her hands reflexively. Cheyenne held her stare, her lips curled with contempt. Tom took the emcee role by default.

“No rules,” he reminded them. “Anything goes. Use anything in the room. We won’t interfere. The fight goes on until one of you gives up or can’t go on.” He paused for a beat, then shouted, “Go!”

Instantly, each girl’s hands shot for the other’s hair. Shrieking, they jerked hard, then stumbled to the side as they both happened to pull the same way. Cheyenne must have been an ounce stronger, because Toni went down to one knee, but she still had the brunette’s hair, bending her over. Cheyenne ended that a second later. Her fist flashed up and back down into the blonde’s face like a hatchet. Toni’s hands dropped, flying to her face. Cheyenne chopped down again, and Toni went to both knees as her head snapped sideways. Cheyenne took a step back and kicked her hard in the stomach.

Both boys winced involuntarily as the blood-red toe of Cheyenne’s shoe drove deep into Toni’s midsection. Tom saw her mouth open in a breathless, silent cry, saw her eyes close in anguished pain. She doubled forward, arms clutching her stomach, her forehead pressed into the carpet as she gasped for air. Tom remembered what he had said to her about kicking Cheyenne only a little while before, and wondered if she was remembering it as well.

Cheyenne was pumped. “Take that, bitch!” she shouted. “Your ass is mine!” She swept to one side and kicked Toni in the ribs. Toni rolled to her back, groaning in pain. Cheyenne lifted a foot, aiming to stomp her spike heel down into Toni’s exposed stomach, but the blonde girl wasn’t as helpless as she thought. Toni snatched her other ankle, jerking her planted leg out from under her.

Surprised, Cheyenne fell hard on her shoulder. In a flash, Toni threw herself on the brunette. Still gasping her air, she grabbed for Cheyenne’s hair and slammed the back of her head against the floor. The carpet absorbed most of the impact but before Cheyenne could move Toni was astride her belly and punching straight down into her face. She smashed Cheyenne’s mouth, cutting her lips against her teeth, and hammered another punch into her eye before the brunette bucked her off.

They scrambled up, spitting curses at each other. Cheyenne touched her mouth, enraged at the blood she saw on her fingers when they came away.

“I’ll kill you, you fucking cunt!” she screamed.

“Bring it on!” Toni screamed back. “Bring it on, you cheap cocksucker!”

Cheyenne charged into her. Jeff bailed out of the way as they toppled into his chair, twisting and scratching. They crashed to the floor, Toni on top again, her one hundred and twenty pounds knocking the air out of Cheyenne. Toni wrapped one hand into Cheyenne’s curls and starting punching again. In her rage, she was oblivious to the fact the her shirt had been pushed up, baring all of one breast and most of another. Tom and Jeff stared hungrily as she pounded her fist into Cheyenne’s face, her tits bobbing as she swung.

Cheyenne bucked her off again, but Toni’s fists had taken a toll. Cheyenne rolled to her side, her hands holding her bruised face. It was Toni’s turn to exult as she got to her knees. Her hands were throbbing, but she knew that Cheyenne’s face was hurting a lot more. “Who’ll kill who?” she jeered. As Cheyenne tried to get up, Toni caught her in a full nelson, and pulled her roughly to her feet.

Cheyenne’s beautiful face was battered. Both of her eyes were visibly swelling already, the left one badly. The trickle of blood from her lips was now a steady stream, running over her chin and down her throat. Toni turned on the pressure, forcing a grunt of pain out of Cheyenne. She twisted, trying to pull free, but Toni’s hands were locked across the back of her head and her struggles only intensified the pain shooting through her neck and shoulders.

Toni’s lips were only inches from Cheyenne’s ear. “Give up, tough girl?” she asked as Cheyenne went still. She pushed harder.

“Fuck you,” Cheyenne forced out.

Toni pushed harder still, and Cheyenne could only moan. Her chin was forced down to her chest, and the blood from her mouth dripped into the space between her breats. Toni twisted, turning Cheyenne so that she could see herself in the wall mirror. “I’ll break your fucking neck,” Toni snarled.

A second later she shrieked as Cheyenne stomped a spike heel down into her foot. She lost her grip, and the brunette girl instantly rammed an elbow back into her stomach. Cheyenne wheeled on her, grabbed the shoulder straps of her t-shirt, and pistoned a knee hard up into her gut. Toni legs buckled under her. Cheyenne still had her by the shirt, the sweat-soaked material stretching and riding up above her breasts again as she slid to her knees. Cheyenne kicked her again, deliberately aiming low in her belly, just above the waistband of her thong.

Toni would have collapsed if Cheyenne would only let her go. A dark, burning pain shot through her abdomen, cramping deep into her. Cheyenne jerked her up by the shirt and slung her to one side. Toni landed facedown with a crash on the heavy, glass-top coffee table that Tom had pushed out of the center of the room earlier.

Cheyenne paused, trying to catch her breath, even surprised herself for a second at the strength the adrenaline pumping through her gave to her. She had thrown Toni like a rag doll. She suddenly felt unbeatably powerful. “You’re no match for me, bitch!” she crowed. “I’m gonna fuck you up so bad!”

Before Toni could move, Cheyenne was on her, dragging her head back by the hair and then smashing her face down. Tom thought from the sickening sound of the impact that the thick glass top had cracked. As Cheyenne pulled Toni’s head up again, he realized that the sound had been the blond girl’s nose breaking. A bubble of blood burst from her nostrils, spurting down over her white t-shirt. She coughed violently, struggling for air as blood filled her sinuses and throat, spraying a mist of crimson across the table. Cheyenne slammed her down again. This time Toni’s forehead took the brunt of the impact. Bonelessly, she slipped sideways.

Cheyenne probably could have finished Toni right then. The blond was more unconscious than conscious. But Cheyenne was only interested in adding to Toni’s pain. She pulled Toni up by her shirt again, the thin cotton neckline ripping under Toni’s dead weight as she did. She scooped her up, now deliberately showing off her strength for her audience. “That’s enough for her face for now,” she said to Jeff and Tom. She lifted Toni to her shoulder and bodyslammed her down on her back across the table.

The edge of the table top caught Toni in the small of her back. She toppled to the floor, twisting in paralyzing pain. Cheyenne didn’t give her even a second. She pulled her halfway up by the shirt again, but finally the cloth ripped through. Toni slumped back to the carpet, stripped topless. Cheyenne tossed her shirt aside and grabbed her hair, pulling Toni up and draping her over the table again.

The blond girl lay dazed, her arms dangling limply off the sides of the table. Cheyenne straddled her, one foot planted on the floor, her other knee set on the table top between Toni’s thighs, and drove her fist straight down into Toni’s belly. Toni’s upper body spasmed up as for a second she seemed to curl herself around Cheyenne fist before falling back. Her heels drummed against the floor as she fought for air. As hard as her abs were, she couldn’t take the gut punishment the brunette girl was dealing out. Cheyenne reared up and hammered her fist back down again into the same spot.

Cheyenne stood up then, figuring that with the beating she had given Toni, the fight was all but over.. But when Cheyenne turned triumphantly to Jeff, his eyes were glued to Toni’s bare breasts heaving as she sobbed for air.

The entire four years of dislike and jealously slowly festering into hatred coalesced in that second. Jeff finally realized Cheyenne was staring at him, but a congratulatory grin died on his lips as he saw her eyes.

“You like looking at her tits?” Cheyenne said. Her voice was thick with rage. She turned to Tom, sitting only a few feet away on the couch. “Fuck you, Jeff,” she said over her shoulder as she pulled her camisole top up and over her head. “Look at them all you want.” She knelt in Tom’s lap like a stripper, her breasts in his face. “Kick her ass, take her boyfriend,” she whispered hoarsely.

Toni heard. Tom saw her head turn toward them, saw the raw rage in her face just before Cheyenne’s shoulder blocked his view. Just before he took one of her nipples in his mouth while reaching up to pinch the other one. Cheyenne threw her head back, luxuriating in Toni’s humiliation.

But she had underestimated Toni. A second later she heard a voice in her ear and felt a hand in her hair. “Not so fast, you bitch,” Toni panted. She had Cheyenne’s camisole in her other hand. A heartbeat later, she twisted the silk top around the brunette’s neck.

Toni dragged Cheyenne backwards off of Tom, jerking her to the floor as she poured on the stranglehold. Cheyenne kicked frantically, her hands beating at Toni’s hands, her legs, at whatever she could reach. Toni locked in close behind her, and twisted harder. The silk cut into Cheyenne’s neck. Her face was darkening, her lips bluish already. Toni flipped her face down and knelt on her back. Blood dripped from Toni’s nose, spattering between Cheyenne’s shoulderblades as she bent over her.

But she bent too far. Her blonde hair fell within reach and Cheyenne’s flailing hands clutched at it. With a desperate jerk she pulled Toni off, and Toni lost her hold on the camisole as she pitched forward.

Cheyenne scrambled away, gulping huge gasps of air into her starved lungs. Her hands went to her neck, feeling where the silk material had cut into her. Toni had pushed up to her hands and knees, but was content to stare back at her, gathering her own strength as she rested.

Tom watched impassively, but he was secretly impressed. The fight was maybe ten minutes old, but both girls were stripped topless and had hurt each other pretty badly without a sign of backing off. He hadn’t expected this kind of courage from either of them. “Face off,” he suggested. “Let’s see who’s the better fistfighter.”

Neither girl looked at him but followed his lead just the same. Slowly, they got to their feet, hands up. They circled, gradually closing. It wasn’t boxing; it was too primitive for that. But both girls were naturally graceful and athletic and were too smart to just swing wildly. The results were gratifying to their audience of two.

Toni swung first, a compact left hook that cracked into Cheyenne’s bloodied mouth. But Cheyenne deftly blocked Toni’s quick following right and drove a sharp jab into her broken nose. Toni had to fall back, gasping in pain. Cheyenne followed her as if on a string, and when Toni’s hands came up to protect her face, she instinctively took what was offered. With perfect balance, she hooked twice into Toni’s unprotected side. The punches were short but had all her weight behind them. Her fists landed with a solid sound, like a fat of a bat meeting a fastball.

Toni cried out, twisting sideways, but didn’t fall. In fact, she shot a hard right into Cheyenne’s face, ripping into her swollen left eye. The puffy skin split under the impact. “Shit!” Cheyenee cried in pain, blinded as blood streamed into her vision. She swung at Toni’s body again, but the blonde girl was looking for it. As Cheyenne opened up, Toni uppercut her hard in the chest. She took another punishing shot in the ribs, but it was worth it to feel her knuckles drive deep into Cheyenne’s breast.

Cheyenne shrieked with shock and pain. Before she could cover or escape, Toni hit her again, flattening her left tit against her chest. The sudden pain was overwhelming. The brunette hunched forward, hugging her chest. Her head was wide open, and Toni right fist caught her square in the temple.

Toni thought for a split-second that her hand was broken, but she forgot the flaring pain as Cheyenne spun to the floor. No waiting for a referee’s count in this fight. She grabbed Cheyenne’s curls and dragged her to her feet. Cheyenne’s eyes were unfocused. She offered no resistance as Toni pushed her against the wall. Then Toni held her there with a hand on her throat and went for her chest again. Savagely, she punched the brunette’s nipples, her fists brutalizing the tender flesh of Cheyenne’s tits.

“Stop it!” Cheyenne sobbed. She tried to cover her chest with her arms but when she did Toni smashed a fist into her face. That took the last of her strength. She lolled helplessly against the wall, blood streaming from her eye and mouth, while Toni went back to her breasts.

Toni finally punched herself out, her arms quivering from exhaustion. She stepped back and Cheyenne collapsed, totally beaten and barely conscious.

Toni dropped to her knees over her fallen enemy. Cheyenne moaned as Toni’s fingers dug deep into her battered breasts. “Say it,” Toni snarled. “Say that I win.”

Cheyenne shook her head, then gasped in pain as Toni twisted her nipples.

“Give up,” Toni said. “Or I’ll tear your fucking tits off your chest.”

Cheyenne broke completely. “I give up,” she cried. “You win! Just please stop!”

Toni let her go. “If you ever get in my way again, I’ll kill you.”

Jeff led Cheyenne sobbing to the car. Toni turned to Tom. “You didn’t seem to mind when she got in your lap,” she said.

Tom smiled, and pulled her to his chair. “Just firing you up, baby.”

He wasn’t sure that post-fight sex could be better, but it was.