Missy was still restless and lonely. Carley was into the second week of her vacation and other than the Erica Plonk thing and her fight with her ex’s live-in Janie the first week was pretty uneventful. She and Kari were getting along. Erica prayed that Kari never found out about her intimacy with Missy. She and Kari were finally really getting along after a very long time. Missy even secretly thought about holding Kari to her previous agreed to sex slave position for a month. But a lot of water had passed under that bridge since made the agreement with her and Carley. And it seemed that Kari doing her on Carley’s pool table would be last of that promise. What few people knew was that Missy enjoyed the last few months because her own home life sucked. Her parents were divorced and her mother was a jet setter. She was now in St. Thomas with a guy almost as young as Missy. OK, Missy’s family was rich. That’s how she got to know that bitch Melissa Garrett. They were two females unhappy with their lots in life, even though those lots were rich ones. Up till Ronnie Stephens Missy had never been in a fight or physical altercation before. Why? Everything had been provided for her, almost to the point of stifling her. Her mother would be livid if she knew the “types” of people she now hung around with. She would be amazed to learn all Missy wanted right now was some kind of sex, with either sex would be OK, or at least a big brawl. Where was Debbie Smith when she needed her? Poor little rich over sexed needing a fight girl. Missy laughed to herself. Missy lived in a big mansion with a housekeeper, Nettie, who really was more mom than her real mom. Nettie was about 70 and practically raised Missy. She wondered what Nettie would think of her secret “other” life. Missy stayed home as little as humanly possible. She always left early, stayed at school and then went home late. But today she was off her schedule. Pure boredom. Nettie came to the door and announced a visitor to see Missy. Kari walked into Missy’s bedroom. “Hey nice digs.” “Hey to you. Yeah they’re OK. Honestly I hate them.” The girls talked back and forth for about 15 minutes. “Yeah were you slumming when you did my mother?” Missy was stunned. Would Kari attempt to take her rage on Missy here? Instead Kari smiled “Yeah she told me. She told me how nice and decent you were to her. And how good you made her feel. Thanks. I’ve been an ass to her for along time and you made her feel good. I appreciate that. And I also forgot my obligation to you. I understand that Carley is on vacation and will take care of her later. But now I’ll begin my agreement to you.” Kari was dressed in summer attire. A light sleeveless shirt that showed much cleavage and gray gym shorts and flip flops. She climbed out of her shorts, no panties, kicked off her flip flops and pulled the shirt down in front revealing her well developed chest. Then like a super hero Kari tore the shirt off her body. “Your sex slave ready, willing and able. Missy” Thank God thought the very bored Missy.
Kari was obviously in a sexual supercharged mood. She was playing with herself and cupping her big breasts all for the benefit of Missy. Missy was in her pajamas and Kari pulled those off leaving her naked on her bed. Kari climbed on the bed and began to climb Missy’s body smothering her with wet kisses. Kari was even better than the day in Carley’s basement. Kari reached Missy’s crotch and licked and sucked and brought Missy to a quick orgasm. She then climbed higher and placed her boobs on both sides of Missy’s face. Missy licked and sucked the boobs insatiably. Missy loved Kari’s body. She was bigger, about 20 pounds, a few inches taller, bigger shoulders and more muscular. She was a good kisser and not shy. Kari then mounted Missy’s face and made Kari cum in also record time. Missy then mounted Kari in a 69 position and they lay on their sides doing each other. Although only noon the two girls lay in each other’s arms and slept. Missy woke first and placed her smaller but still developed boobs over Kari’s mouth. “Hmmm good” licked Kari. “You know I hope one thing.” “What’s that?” “I hope you have a shirt that’ll fit me because after my incredible hulk routine this one is trashed.” The girls laughed and then used the shower in Missy’s room to soap themselves up in those hard to reach places. The 2 girls were in the shower for a good half hour and then dressed. “So what are we going to do? Get in some trouble? A fight?” Missy looked at Kari, “Honestly I was thinking the same thing. If things hadn’t gone so well the last few hours I was going to throw you around my room.” “Yeah you could try.” “Hey I remember a girl, locker room, nudity, standing up on benches, embarrassment.” Ok ok you got me. Thank God we now like each other cause I couldn’t ever live that down.” “I promise I’ll never mention it again.” The girls looked at each other and laughed. “Who can we fight? Tag team or together.” “ I know who we can fight. Debbie Giannaro.” “Who?” “Debbie you know Debbie and Diana. Giannara is Janie, the slut’s, last name. And don’t tell you didn’t enjoy you brief ass kicking of Debbie. Miss Tough. Strip. Hell you sounded sooo tough. I was ready to strip.” “Ok Ok that came out a little tougher than I anticipated and besides Debbie wasn’t the one I was looking at. I thought I was looking at my twin in Diana. Princeton. Her from Janie? Man she must have a lot of her father’s genes. Besides Diana wouldn’t want any part of our action. She’s studious. But you’re right Debbie might. Me kicking her ass and your mom doing a number on her mom AND sitting on her face. Let’s call.” Kari took a cell out of her pocket placed a call to Debbie. Debbie appeared more than willing to mix it up and said she knew a couple of girls she could call to get a second. The time was set at 5 that afternoon, along side the railroad tracks in a desolate spot in the “bad section of town”. The girls had about 3 hours to kill. They went out to get a bite to eat and then back to Missy’s to change. They decided even though it was warm to both wear jeans and bras. They both knew the terrain in the spot and there was bottles and glass everywhere. The jeans would protect bare legs. With about an hour to go, they left and drove past the location. No one was there. They drove around and after awhile parked and walked down. It was a desolate area. If not for all the garbage on the ground it would be an excellent place for a fight. After about 15 minutes Debbie came over the small rise. She had the same idea, as she had sweat pants on and a black tight sleeveless muscle shirt. Missy thought her pick for the shirt was excellent. Debbie looked like a slimmer version of Ronnie Stephens. 5’8 170 toned not muscular, with small breasts. It was obvious she wore no bra. Missy was surprised at her companion. The girl, no woman, was shorter than Debbie, but VERY muscular but not a bodybuilder. She wore also a red muscle shirt and shorts that bordered on bikini panties and showed 2 very well developed legs. She was maybe 5’4, 155. Missy actually looked down at her. “OK this is my friend Angie. She doesn’t care which of you she fights.” “Well you already had a piece of Missy and didn’t fare to well and we’ve still got some unfinished business, how about Missy versus Angie, and me Kari versus Debbie. We fight till one side gets one submission each. Tag rules being 2 women can go anywhere around here but 2 women must stay in a designated area and can only enter the fight on tag and may only fight their specific girl. It was decided that Kari and Debbie start. Kari removed her shirt revealing a black bra that was bursting at the seams. Kari went after Debbie with vengeance, maybe remembering the hammerlock that her mother Janie had put on Kari the previous week. If not for her mom Kari felt Janie would have broken Kari’s arm. She grabbed Debbie in headlock and ground away. She put her big shoulders and arm to use and put unbearable pressure on Debbie’s head. Debbie was turning black and blue and Kari loved it. Debbie was in trouble and knew it. She did the only thing she could and drove her hand up and into Kari’s bra and went for Kari’s right boob. Debbie had a firm unbreakable grip on Kari’s nipple. Kari screamed like she had been shot. Debbie stood out of the headlock and began to lead Kari around by the boob. Kari’s eyes watered. She was in immense pain. Kari thought she was tough. She was a catcher, a leader. She had caught one game for 20 innings in unbearable heat. But nothing prepared her for this pain. Debbie dragged her over to the tracks and draped her boob over the track. Debbie then stomped her breast. Kari wailed. Missy thought she was done. But 2 things had happened. One Debbie had slipped and didn’t make full contact with the breast and two she had lost control of the hold she had on Kari’s breast. Kari was still in unbearable pain and then remembered the humiliation of Missy making her strip and forcing her to eat her out in front of God and the whole damn softball team. No one would humiliate her like that again. Debbie reached down to regrab Kari but Kari knew she had to do something fast. She reached up and pulled Debbie’s sweats down to her ankles. Kari noticed that Debbie was wearing a black thong, a very thin thong. Debbie didn’t even blink at the sweat being pulled down. She reached at Kari again and Kari again reacted quickly. Kari hit Debbie with a flattened hand right in the throat. Debbie was stunned and could barely breathe. Kari knew it wasn’t a hard blow and Debbie was more stunned than anything else. Whoever could react first would win. Kari rolled over and stood. Her right boob and nipple ached. Debbie was on her knees with her hands around her throat. Kari grabbed Debbie by the hair and place Debbie across the metal railroad track. She placed the track right across Debbie’s spine. She stomped Debbie’s stomach, driving her into the track, and again and again. Five times she stomped Debbie. Debbie rolled away instinctively. Kari then just stomped the sensitive spot in Debbie’s back. Debbie ceased moving. Kari hauled her up and removed the muscle shirt. Debbie’s sweats still dangled at her ankles. Kari ripped off the thong. Debbie’s crotch was completely shaved. Kari punched Debbie right in the small of the back. Kari had to hold Debbie up. The fight was over and all that remained was Debbie’s submission. Debbie had taken a great deal of punishment and Kari could appreciate and admire. Then she was reminded of Debbie practically ripping her nipple off. The respect thought disappeared and Kari picked Debbie up and body slammed her on the track. “Please no more. Please I’m done.” Kari sat on Debbie stomach and forced her swollen boob and nipple into Debbie’s mouth. “Lick it and be nice about it or with that back you’ll never walk again.” So for the next 3 or 4 minutes Debbie made Kari feel better. Kari rose and walked towards Missy. Missy got on her knees and also licked Kari’s swollen orb. Angie walked over to Debbie and helped over to where Angie had been. Debbie had barely walked. Missy versus Angie was up next.
Angie looked pissed. Even Missy thought the body slam might have crossed the line. But she couldn’t worry about that now. Angie was stretching and posing. She was impressive, not tall but pretty built. Not muscular in a classic sense but really toned. And Missy realized something else. And this worried her a bit. In this fight she would have the biggest chest. Angie bordered on being flat. Missy was not voluptuous but still had a very nice set. She was built nothing like Kari but bigger than Debbie or Angie maybe bigger than them combined. Still she was worried, she had seen what Debbie had done to a bigger, stronger girl by just controlling her breast and nipple. Missy knew Kari had taken a great deal of breast punishment and she just didn’t know if she could deal with same type of punishment. “Hey pudgy. Yeah you with all the clothes on let’s fight like women.” With that Angie stripped off her top and her shorts. Missy looked, great muscled chest, no boobs, but the hairiest bush she’d ever seen. Missy complied. She stripped off her shirt and bra, had Kari stand by her when she stripped off her jeans and panties. Angie was still striking poses. Fuck her thought Missy and she struck a pose. Angie laughed. “You won’t be laughing when you’re eating me out bitch.” Here were 2 females circling around dressed in only sneakers. Kari was amazed Missy would fight her nude. Missy decided to attack and attacked right into a bear hug by Angie. This wasn’t on of those phony female wrestling bear hugs but Angie had Missy cinched up and her chin in Missy’s sternum and she was putting a ton of pressure on Missy and bending her back. Again like Kari Missy realized that she had to do something fast or Miss Muscles would squeeze the fight out of her. Angie was wise enough to have her legs inside Missy’s. No kicks to the crotch. Missy realized Angie was strong and had done this before. Angie probably did some real girl wrestling but Missy was a catfighter. Could a wrestler or catfighter defeat the other? Obviously the wrestler had to be ready for nasty acts on the part of the catfighter. Missy punched Angie as hard as she could in the side of the face. Multiple times and Angie still hung on to the bear hug. Missy could feel the effects of the bear hug and it wasn’t good. Missy then bent her thumb and plunged it into Angie’s eye. Missy didn’t want to blind Angie but she wasn’t going to eat this bitch out unless SHE wanted to. Angie wailed. This time Missy gouged the eye with the bent thumb. Angie wailed and in a display of strength threw Missy. Missy landed about an inch away from a wooden railroad tie. Damn if I had landed on that this would have been over. Angie was bent over and rubbing her eye. Missy ran up and kneed her in the forehead. Angie pitched forward on all 4’s. Missy stood above her and unleashed a punch to Angie’s face and then another. Missy reflected that 3 months before she would have never thought about punching another girl in the face multiple times. Was she a better person now? She knew she was more reliant and more confident but was she a better woman. Hell of a time for a moral conflict. She knew she had lesbian tendencies but enjoyed sucking John’s dick. Was she a bad person? She thought not. But it came back to this, Debbie, Angie, Kari, Janie, the other Debbie, Melissa or Ronnie would have beaten her to a pulp and humiliated her, Ronnie had proven that. Angie would do that now. Hey some girls enjoyed basketball, soccer or skating. She enjoyed fighting and no one forced her opponents into the fights. What the hell winning was better than the alternative and her moment of indecision gone. She grabbed the muscular right arm of Angie and draped it over the tracks. She then dropped her knee on the bicep 3, 4, 5 times. Angie was screaming. Again the little voice talked to her. “Submit or I’ll continue the punishment.”
“Fuck you cunt.” Missy forgot about the voice and draped Angie’s whole body lengthwise on the tracks. She placed her foot on the middle of Angie’s ass and reached up and grabbed her by the hair and jerked back. Missy ground the bone of Angie pussy into the metal track. Angie was screaming and actually tried to muscle out of it but Missy had the leverage. “I give. I submit!” Missy grabbed Angie and pulled to her knees. “Good fight. Now loser eat me.” And she forced pussy on Angie’s face. Angie looked away. “Don’t or I’ll hurt you some more and I don’t want to. So just eat me and be done with it.” Angie complied and as she was being eaten and licked Missy felt Angie’s smooth strong muscular body. Missy came and was fascinated with Angie’s body. She gently helped Angie up and led her up the slope into some grass and placed Angie down. She then began to inspect and investigate this wonderful smooth, muscular body. She caressed the biceps, thighs, calves and shoulders so much different than hers. She wished that Angie had some boobs. Those were her real weakness. After awhile she had Angie turn over and then did Angie’s back. She licked and hugged and groped and sucked all portions of her back, butt, and legs. Missy was roused from her bliss by moaning occurring a few feet away. Kari had obviously found Debbie ass and thighs similarly interesting. Debbie was on her stomach ass in the hair and Kari behind her licking and groping her ass and thighs. Angie seemed to be all played out. Muscular but obviously no sexual warrior, Missy was still hot and came behind Kari and began to do exactly to Kari that Kari was doing to Debbie. Kari had lost weight since the locker room and now had a much more muscular ass and thighs. Missy thought to her self and she explored Kari’s bun and thighs. Am I attracted to muscles? Carley had muscles, muscles on top of muscles. She was entranced with Angie and Kari was no longer fat. Maybe Missy wanted to be more toned rather than the somewhat chubby girl she was now. Hey that chubbiness had helped her out. Melissa could attest to that and Debbie Smith could too. Maybe she ought to start to working out? Could she have that girlish butt and thighs but somewhat muscled up and develop more toned shoulders and arms? Later that night she stood in front of her mirror nude. She liked her body, she had lost some weight but hey let’s try combining a little chubbiness and a more toned upper body. Why not? Kari who was on her knees behind her feeling and groping her ass and thighs liked the idea also.