THE ROOKIE

Carley was lounging on her deck in her flowered bikini soaking up some rays about 2 weeks after her fight with Melissa. They hadn't had a rematch yet due to Melissa's vacation to Hawaii. It's sucks to be rich. Carley had done the lawn and that was that. She had thought about Melissa and what the future might hold for them. The woman was a tough and nasty fighter but then Carley had proven herself to be that herself, tearing Melissa's pussy apart and reducing the tough woman to tears but not for very long.

Her quiet revelry into a hot sun and a beaten foe was broken by a knock on her front door. “Damn.” Carley got up to answer it. She came down the stairs and opened the door to find a geeky(to put it mildly) girl , she was midsize, long hair in a ponytail, a little on the chunky side, glasses, kinda pretty in moon faced innocent way. She had dungaree shorts(baggy) and a chemise(peasant blouse?) shirt. She looked like a chubby hippy. “Hi .” said Carley, “What can I do for you?” “Uh this is VERY embarrassing. Can we speak in the house?” “Sure why not.” Carley said opening the door. She walked up the stairs and sat on the couch with the young girl beside her. “Well?” Carley noticed the girl staring at her. The arms, shoulders, breasts, legs and such. The girl was definitely giving her the once and twice over. “I'm sorry for staring. My name is Missy Ettinger. I'm 22 years old and we have a mutual friend. Again sorry for staring but you're very muscular”

“Yup and my boyfriend loves it.” “You have a boyfriend? I heard that…

Well. Again I'm sorry I made a judgment based on what my mutual friend told me about you.” ”Well first tell me who our mutual friend is?” Melissa Garrett” “Oh.” (Miss I'm in

Hawaii and I can't fight you.) “ I live next to her and we've gotten to be very good friends. She told me about your … uh encounter of 2 weeks ago.” Carley started feeling a little unsettled. “So?” “You beat her up. Bad. Humiliated her. But believe it or not after that she really likes you.” “Again so?” “I want you to teach me to fight.” “Huh?”

Missy started, “There's a girl. She hates me. We were in high school together. She'd knock the books out of my hands and stuff like that. Then we both went to the local college. She plays on the softball team and well, I'm in latin club. Well I try to avoid her. She's blonde, tall, athletic, strong, and mean, all the things I'm not. She caught me in the parking lot, late, and really pushed me around. I thought she might really get nasty. She punched me a couple of times and when she had me down on the ground gasping, well, she grabbed me. I know I don't look it but I've got a nice chest and she grabbed me. Then when I covered up she well felt me down between my legs. She made me cry. That really got her going. She laughed and kicked me. I hate her but I love the school and I told Melissa and she told me about you.” Carley was shocked and mad at the same time. Missy was obviously a nice kid and to be picked on in college by some bully. “So you decided to fight her? She'll kill you and do to you what I did to Melissa and not be nice about it. She'll strip and humiliate you.” “ Well I have no choice. She told me I have 2 choices, fight her in her basement or she'll grab me, take me in the woods and … well you said it. “”Hey why don't you take 2 days and if you still are bound and determined to do this come back Thursday night and come prepared to work. Oh what is the other girl's name?” “ Ronnie Stephens.” Missy got up and left. Carley thought it was time to see some softball.

The college softball team actually had a workout the next night, about 25 girls running and throwing around the softball field. One girl stood out. About 5'11, maybe 165 pounds, not muscular but really toned and a set of legs a sprinter would kill for. Great thighs and bulging calves, and Carley bet she could make a bicep pose with the best of them. This had to be Ronnie. She ran effortlessly and threw well like a guy. She was obviously the alpha female of this group, all deferred to her, even the catcher who must have had 30 pounds on her. Missy would get killed and from what Carley could see Ronnie would enjoy administering the beating. And Missy could do little or nothing to prevent it. Carley was depressed as she turned to leave. With a fixing up Missy could be a cute college girl, as it was she was a nice smart mannerly young lady being victimized. Carley thought about talking some “sense” to Miss Stephens but probably more bad would come of that. I beat up Ronnie and Missy takes a double beating. Oh well Carley thought. She got to get into her truck and a blonde woman stepped up. “Scout?” “Nah just reliving the old days,” Carley lied. “Oh I thought you might be scouting Ronnie.” If you only knew thought Carley. “Yeah coach says she has a chance to make the USA Team and then play some professionally.” “Like I said just reliving my youth. And you are?”

“Marci Stephens, Ronnie's mom.” Marci stuck her arm from under the windbreaker and Carley could see where Ronnie got it from. Where Ronnie was toned, Marci was downright muscular. Not the mannish muscular but a Cory Everson beauty muscular. Marci was downright good-looking. 5'8, 185 easy. She was wearing sweat pants but Carley thought she probably had thighs that could crack walnuts. “No I'm no scout but a friend of one Ronnie's friends, Missy Everson.” “That slut, Ronnie told me the little punk tried to steal one of Ronnie's boyfriends.” “Marci have you ever seen Missy? I don't think she's ever gone out with a boy much less steal one from your daughter.” “You calling Ronnie a liar?” “Well to tell you the truth Ronnie has a vendetta out for no good reason against Missy and actually assaulted her.” Marci looked around and saw that the truck was basically in a secluded part of the parking lot. Carley resumed getting in the truck, Marci ripped off her windbreaker and grabbed Carley. Carley was half in and half out of the truck. Marci grabbed Carley's arm and pinned against the doorframe and slammed the door on it. Carley slumped and screamed. For good measure Marci did it again. Carley slid out of the car but was only down momentarily,

as Marci picked her up and slammed against the truck. Carley staggered against the truck, Marci grabbing her by the throat. Although a few inches shorter Marci was an impressive woman. Curly hair , dark complected, shoulders and arms a linebacker would be proud of. God almighty thought Carley thought she's bigger than I am. “First Missy is a slut, period. And don't EVER speak against Ronnie. EVER. Or I'll beat you so bad, well…” Marcy then opened the door still holding Carley with one arm and just about threw Carley into the truck. “Got it.” At this point after such a mugging all that Carley could do was nod. Shit Carley thought maybe Missy and I will get the shit kicked out of us.

Right at 7:30 Missy showed up at Carley's door. Carley thought this to be a bad thing. “So you want to go through with this?” “Yeah maybe a beating and it'll end.” “Well I'll be straight with you. I went last night and saw Ronnie. You couldn't beat her in a fight with a baseball bat. But at least I know where she gets it. See.” Carley lifted her arm showing Missy her arm. “ Her Mom ambushed me when I spoke up for you.” “Yeah I've seen Mrs. Stephens around. I think only Ronnie is pissed at me. Mom is the female version of the incredible hulkette.” They both laughed. “So what are we going to do tonight?” “Well Missy I have to tell you, well let's go down stairs.” Carley led Missy to the basement to where the mats were laid out. “My boyfriends favorite spot.” “Why?' “We wrestle nude down here.” “ Yeah nude and the winner usually dominates the loser. Got it. But fortunately we like each other. A lot.” “Nude. Domination?” Yeah, can I ask you a few questions?” “Sure.” “Stop me when the answer ISN'T no. OK?” “Sure” “ Have you been in a fight? Have you ever wrestled another girl.” “Yes.” “Really? Where?” “Gym class. She pinned me and bounced on my chest. Made me cry. It was Ronnie Stephens. The teacher had to break it up.” “OK, moving forward. Have you ever been with a boy? Have you ever been with a girl?” “Yuck” “ OK well, have you ever been in front of anyone undressed or partially undressed.” “Yeah only in gym class. And I tried to keep my clothes on as much as possible because of Ronnie.” “ Are you ashamed of your body?” “ No but…OK matter of fact I like my body. Could I use to lose a few pounds around my butt, yeah, but, no pun, I've never been athletic and when I wanted a couple of years ago to do something I was so scared of Ronnie catching me well I stayed as close to home as possible. Besides,why all the questions about my body and if I ever did anything? .” “ Well you know what I did to Melissa in our fight.? And if she had won she would have done the same or worse to me. This isn't going to be a boxing bout or a high school wrestling match or anything as honorable as those events. This is going to be knock down, mostly you, drag out, you being dragged around, and you know from past experience that Ronnie that has already attacked you in a sexual way. This time you'll be alone, just you and her, she'll beat you bad and then have her way with you. Whatever that is. Let your mind wonder. That's what this has to do about your body. Let's say your actually competing with her and she gets pissed and she rips your bra off. Are you going to cry, cover up and be pummeled , curl up in a ball and get kicked multiple times. Or what if she strips you nude, period. How are you going to react?” Missy thought about it. She stood stepped away from Carley and removed her t-shirt. Then she kicked off her gym shorts. She released her bra. She was right she did have a very nice firm pair. And finally she removed her panties revealing a very hairy bush. “Where's your boyfriend? Let's wrestle.”

Carley was flabbergasted. The last thing she expected for this young thing to do was strip. “Hey I'm tired of being afraid if I'm going to do this then I'm going to do it right and won't worry about anything. Hey I am kinda cute, aren't I.” Missy said as she twirled around. Carley felt herself getting hot, hey Missy was a little on the chunky side in the hips but she had nice legs, was pretty as hell and man she did have a nice midsize rack.

“Yeah you are but my boyfriend is nowhere around. But I'm sure he'll be sorry he missed this little display.” “OK what's next?” “Well walk upstairs and walk in front of the living room window.” “Why?” “Hey become free and easy with your new found nakedness. If she strips you, you won't shrivel up.” Missy walked upstairs and Carley got out and old punching bag from the storeroom. “OK what's next.” “Well I'll teach you some wrestling but let's see if you punch and box. Get down in a stance and throw some punches.” The nude Missy stood in front of the bag, got down in a “stance” and threw some what could be euphermistically called punches. As Granny Clampett you to say “piteeful”. Well I have her comfortable with her nakedness hey everything else tonight is gravy.

“No no no. Like this.” Carley then stood in front of the bag and threw jabs and hooks. The bag shook. Missy's eyes about popped out. “Carley do me a favor.” “At this point kid pretty much anything.” “Go after Ronnie and her Mom like that will you, please. And it'll save me a lot of grief. Although this nude thing I'm getting to like. Maybe that's why my nipples are all erect.” “Maybe you're just chilly,” lied Carley. Missy's transformation was cute but a little unsettling. She was coming out of her shell but it could all come to a crashing halt against Ronnie. Missy got in front of the bag and did better but still hit like a girl. “Hey think of this, Ronnie has stripped you and pinched and grabbed your boobs. Now hit the fuckin bag!” Missy got in front and actually looked like she was visualizing Ronnie humiliating her. She then made contact, better, but the usual non-athletic mistakes. Pushing off the wrong foot, not following through, not staying low before and after the punch. Carley stepped in front and had Missy stop. She stripped off her cut-off t-shirt and stood straight up. “Punch me, punch me hard in the stomach. For every punch you don't push me back I'll punch you, somewhere.” “OK but don't hurt me.” “Shut up you little loser. Punch me, punch me for all your worth. Do you realize that after Ronnie gets done with you you'll be lucky if you aren't in a hospital. You need to defend yourself. She's bigger, stronger and she WANTS to hurt you. And guess what she comes by it naturally. Her mother is a psycho ,too. And she's mine. So fucking hit me or I'll hit you back. Come here on the mat. Punch me.” Missy threw a punch and Carley barely felt it. So she threw a short jab to Missy's right breast. Missy moaned and backed away. Carley thought she would cry but hey she didn't. Missy wade in again and this time threw a combination right and left to Carley's right breast. It barely hurt but, “I'll spot you that one for guts. Again.” Missy came in again and Carley threw a short right right into Missy's unprotected midsection. Missy went down to both knees sobbing. Carley stepped in and picked Missy's head by the hair. “Ronnie smacked you and now has you at her mercy. You little baby I barely hit you.” With that Missy exploded forward actually knocking Carley off her feet. Carley fell back, Missy trapping her left arm between her legs. The arm Marci had caught in the door. Missy hit the arm 8 or 10 times. Carley was in a great pain but she smiled up at Missy. ”Good job. You got pissed, exploded and remembered my arm hurt and took advantage of it.” “I'm sorry I hurt you but the punch to the gut hurt and took me by surprise. I know why you did it, to surprise me but pissed me off anyway which I guess was good.” Missy and Carley both realized at the same time the position they were in. Carley on her back, Missy above her, nude, with Carley arm between her legs. “You wanna go over faces-sitting with me now? It seems like a good time.”

For about the third time since she had known Missy Carley was shocked. “What about face-sitting?” “Hey relax Melissa told me all about it. She said she made some poor Mexican woman pass out because of her face-sit. So how about it? I'm properly dressed.” “First of all when I asked if you had ever made it with another woman you said Yuck. And now you want me to face-sit you OR the other way around. And besides what makes you think I don't think Yuck?” “You talk about your boyfriend, whom I've never met, by the way , but I think you're bi.” “You're right I am and I DO have a boyfriend and if you thought he would have enjoyed your striptease oh brother he'd love this little exchange. And what makes you think I would want to jump your young bones? Chubby.” Missy leaned over and kissed Carley full on the lips, tongue and all. “Musclebound.” They both laughed and Missy helped Carley out of her sports bra and shorts. “So face-sitting?” “Hey you understand there are 2 types of face-sitting right? The love-making kind that we want to do to each other and the forceful kind that Melissa did to the Mexican woman. Believe me the Mexican woman didn't get any pleasure from it. Melissa just ground her, uh, OK pussy into the woman's mouth and trapped the woman's head between her massive thighs. If Ronnie does it to you I don't think you'll want to pleasure her. Will you?” “That psycho skank. She sits on my face and I'll bite anything she places in my mouth.” Carley laughed. Missy pushed Carley back and mounted her. First she rubbed her breasts for awhile. Carley looked at began to massage Missy's breasts. Missy moaned in pleasure, obviously she had very sensitive breasts. Carley began to play with her nipples, pinching and kneading them between her fingers. Carley thought Missy would explode. Finally Missy moved over Carley's large breasts and sat on Carley's neck. She placed her pussy over Carley's mouth and Carley began first to nibble and then to slurp and then lick ferociously. Again Missy moaned and then louder and then exploded within minutes. Her nude body was drenched in sweat. She sat up and again leaned over and passionately kissed Carley. “Thank you for this and for helping me. I love you for it.” “Well then lean back and you do some of the work.” Carley mounted Missy and she could see some trepidation in Missy's eyes. It's one thing to on the top and another to be underneath. Another life lesson, Carley mounted Missy's face and clamped her thighs around her head and ground her shave pussy into the young girls face. Missy began to gag and thrash and kick her legs wildly. Carley grabbed Missy's hair like a horse's mane and held on tight. Missy subsided, Carley immediately climbed off and began to kiss and lick Missy's face. “Sorry but that's the second kind of face-sit, that's the kind that Ronnie will do. She'll lock those thighs in tight and you'll be out. Maybe nude photos on the Internet? Maybe she'll shave off your hair, your pussy hair. She'll embarrass or humiliate you and you'll have no defense.” “ No that's where your wrong. I got you watching my back. I'm not going down into that basement without you. I fight Ronnie Saturday night. They called. Marci Stephens wants a piece of you in Round 2.” “Oh.”

Carley tried to hold the look of concern. Ronnie would surely destroy Missy and well do whatever she wanted and based on their first encounter she could guess where it would lead. But her fight with Marci was different. Marci was crazy. Marci was a bodybuilder with great muscularity and with being psycho steroids were probably involved making her even more dangerous because they cause over aggressiveness . Marci showed that in their first encounter jamming Carley's arm in the door. A woman she just met. But now Carley was on her list. Carley had no doubts she could take her but she would have to use her fists on the woman and with that their could be repercussions. Her fists were weapons as a professional. Was she defending herself? Ah let is rest. If it came to fisticuffs Marci certainly deserved it and she was certainly sponsoring the attacks on Missy all this time so if she had to fuck up Mrs. Musclewoman so be it. The rest of the week was uneventful with Carley mowing during the day, going to the gym in the late afternoon and “working out” with Missy at night. She certainly was getting more aggressive and was even punching harder but Ronnie was a trained athlete and nasty bitch who would chew Missy up and spit her out. Friday night was funny in that John showed up about 30 minutes before Missy. Missy then knocked realizing John was there in an outfit obviously intended for Carley. Again a peasant shirt except this one showing just about all of Missy's cleavage. And a pair of daisy duke shorts with obviously no panties on. John led Missy down into the basement where it was obvious to Missy we had been “wrestling” Missy though coming out of shell wasn't yet ready for this tension convention. John the wiseass he is asked Missy “Wanna wrestle?” Missy turned another shade of red when she realized what he meant. Missy then went upstairs and changed into an old one piece of Carley's and John actually taught her some moves and holds. She seemed to appreciate it.

John left and Carley was alone with Missy. “Try to get some sleep and I'll pick you up at 6:45 for us to be there by 7:00. OK” Missy agreed. She seemed a little down obviously as she had planned an evening with Carley that John screwed up. Oh well it was late now. Missy got up to leave but came over to where Carley was sitting and passionately kissed her on the mouth.”Thanks for the last week. I can't beat Ronnie but I'll try for you and you just make sure as I lay there in my haze you kick the shit out of Marci. OK” Carley nodded and Missy left. Carley just wondered what the next 24 hours would hold. A Rocky story? Nah.

Carley didn't do much Saturday and didn't call Missy. She even wondered if Missy would be there when she went to pick her up. She got some sun, slept and decided to fight Marci in the nude. Maybe probably not but maybe Marci might be self-conscious.

Carley ate a light supper and left at 6:30 wearing a muscle shirt and a baggy pair of shorts. She thought of inviting of John along, lord knows he'd love to see a twinbill but Missy would be mortified. She pulled up in front of Missy's and wondered of Melissa was back from Hawaii. After taking care of Marci kicking hell out of the fatty would be fun. Missy came bounding out like they were going to the movies. Carley kept quiet with Missy only giving directions. The Stephens home was a dump, Missy told Carley there was no Mr. And hadn't been for some time. The lawn was overgrown and the house was in dire need of a paint job. The inside was no better. A dump. Ronnie met them at the door wearing a thin robe that clung to body. She towered over Missy. She led them downstairs. It was like entering a different time zone. The place was immaculate with a beautiful entertainment center and mats off to the back. “You two can dress right here on the mats.” Missy and Carley looked at each other. Missy at this point was still modest in front of other people who oh wanted to destroy her. Carley stood in front of Missy, “Get undressed and do your thing behind me.” “Thanks.” A few minutes later Missy came out with a reasonably modest dark blue one piece on. We started warming up and Marci Stephens came down the stairs in a matching robe to Ronnie. She came over and stood next to her daughter. Where Ronnie was tall , dark short hair, Marci was short muscular as hell and blonde. A sort of lethal Mutt and Jeff. Marci spoke up first “The young ladies will fight first and then you and I. Both fights will be to a finish. There will no interference by the seconds in either fight.” “No problem.” Said Missy of all people. Marci laughed. Missy stepped out on the mat. Ronnie dropped her robe revealing a yellow string bikini. Oh my God thought Carley. She might be the most beautiful and beautifully built young woman she had EVER seen. Her arms toned, a great tan EVERYWHERE, and again legs to die for. Shit was she good-looking. Marci gave the signal to fight. Missy struck a defensive stance and Ronnie came across the mats like she was fired from a cannon. She punched Missy right in the face. Missy staggered. Good job kid. Ronnie grabbed her by the hair and threw her down. She bounded up right away. Ronnie grabbed her by the hair and pummeled her, 5, 6,7, 10 punches. Missy collapsed. Ronnie pulled her up to a standing position and from behind stripped off Missy's suit. Well that didn't take long. Missy was sobbing but still attempting to hang tough. Ronnie was laughing now and Missy tried to tackle her. Nude and still fighting, pretty good thought Carley. She managed to knock down Ronnie but on her side. Missy threw her elbow right between Ronnie's legs. Miss. She did manage to hurt the inside of Ronnie's thigh but missed the intended target. Missy was basically sitting on Ronnie's knees. Ronnie grabbed her by the hair and slapped her ferociously. Missy came right back and delivered an open hand slap herself. This went on back and forth for 5 slaps each. Carley smiled to herself. Ronnie finally rolled away. The got and faced each other, Ronnie feinted to Missy's hair again, Missy raised her hands and Ronnie delivered a punch about 10 times more destructive than Carley's had been a few days before. Missy went down to all 4's. Carley could tell it was all over except what Ronnie wanted to do to her. Missy was gasping and crying at the same time, any fight was just blasted out of her body. Ronnie looked over to mother, mom smiled and ran her hand across her throat. Uh oh this isn't good. Missy was still on all 4's gasping and crying. Her ass was riding up and her orbs hanging down. She was prime bait for Ronnie. Ronnie dropped to her knees on the side of Missy. “Well bitch you were a little tougher than I thought. Some of those slaps kinda hurt and you basically didn't bat an eye when I stripped you but now I'm going to finish you and make you wish you never fucked with me. And then my mom is going to dismantle tattoo girl over there. Like she did before.” With that Ronnie reached underneath Missy with her right hand and grabbed her bush and she then grabbed Missy by the hair and then lifted her UP. Missy screamed. Ronnie then brought her down on her knee adding to the misery of her pained stomach. She dropped Missy back to her stomach and grabbed again the same way. This time she placed both knees on Missy's back and picked up again. This time Missy was screaming and begging for mercy. Ronnie dropped her on the stomach and Missy curled up. Ronnie slid behind her and punched her twice in the anus. “No more please. I tried. No more (swallow) I'll do anything.” “Yeah bitch you will.” Ronnie climbed out of her bikini. And walked to the furthest point across the mat. “Come over here pleasure me, and we're done for ever. Miserable cunt.” Missy got up to all 4's, she had done her best, even inflicted some pain but now the fight could be over. She crawled over to Ronnie. She kissed her biceps, licked her breasts, licked between Ronnie's legs, slurped at her pussy. Ronnie then stood up and leaned against the wall. “Now eat my ass and you can leave and I'll never touch you again.” Missy was mortified but without hesitation she began doing Ronnie's ass. She remembered Carley telling her how John loved doing Carley's ass. Finally Ronnie walked away. “You can fucking leave loser.” “No I'll stay and watch mom beg for mercy to Carley.” Carley smiled she still had a little attitude left. Marci stood and dropped her robe. Yikes, was she built. She had a one piece suit on but it had less material than a bikini. She began to flex. Carley saw that Missy's eyes about to pop out. She leaned over, “But can she fight?” “Shit who cares. She's awesome.” Carley laughed, Marci was awesome. But if she wasn't ambushing someone could she fight? Carley had her clothes on during Missy's beating but just quietly stripped as Marci waited. Shirt, sports bra, shorts, sneaker. Everything hit the floor. “Let's go.” Both women came to the middle in a mutual bearhug. Marci was strong but Carley had her by 4 or 5 inches. And she used that advantage and leverage and threw Marci to the ground. “Again tough girl?” Marci stood up looking Carley's body up and down. “No this was.” Marci was challenging Carley to a test of strength. They locked up and moved forward. While the basement was cool the 2 women began to sweat profusely from the exertion. Marci actually started to bend Carley back but then equal strength, height and leverage won out again and Carley bent Marci over and let go. Carley moved in quickly as Marci started to stand and Carley caught her and picked her up and slammed into her right knee. Marci moaned. Carley in a feat of strength that amazed even herself, picked her up again and body slammed Marci into the mats. Marci was moaning. Carley moved in and rolled Marci over and brought Marci's left arm up behind her into an excrutiating hammerlock. Carley came to the side and dropped her knee into Marci's massive bicep 2,3,4 times. “This is for the truck door cunt.” Carley then picked Marci up by the hair with Marci's left arm dangling limp. She stepped behind Marci and removed Marci's “suit” the same way Ronnie removed Missy's. Marci had some peach fuzz around her pussy and obviously was not a real blonde. Carley grabbed Miss Muscles by the head and kneed her in the pussy. Marci went down to her knees. “Well Musclebound Marci ready to eat some pussy? Maybe I'll have you eat Missy. She'd love that.” Marci's head was bobbling around like one of the dolls. Carley came close and stuck her pussy close to Marci's mouth. She thought she saw a tear rolling down her cheek. The big tough bitch brought to her knees, literally. Then she heard a scream and just saw Ronnie chop block her from behind her left leg. Carley went down like a ton of bricks. Ronnie was all over her, throwing punches left and right. In a fair fight Carley knew Ronnie would be no competition but now chop block and from behind she was being served up on a platter. Carley's knee throbbed and Ronnie actually pinned her. Ronnie was rallying her mom to get up and help and all Carley had was a sad young girl who 15 minutes before had been forced to lick her opponents ass. She was fucked. Ronnie managed to rouse her mother who realized what the situation was. She bounced up, Ronnie pulled Carley by the hair and Marci took up a position behind Carley with a killer scissors around Carley's waist. Carley had been right she could break walnuts with her thighs. Carley was in BIG trouble. And that little pussy Ronnie was still helping out punching Carley in the face, slapping her and her tits while standing over her. Carley only had a matter of moments before Ronnie punched her lights out or Marci cracked a rib. Shit.

Missy had been enjoying Carley's impressive showing over Supermom. Damn was Carley strong. She actually looked like she was going to get Marci to eat her out and she even mentioned her. And then Ronnie. No interference was the rule. But hell anyone who terrorized someone for 10 years couldn't be expected to play fair. Missy was sore she had suffered a beating but someone who treated her with respect and dignity was getting thrashed and appeared not to be able to hold out much longer against the Stephens clan. What to do. Payback is a bitch. Missy and stood neither Stephens even noticed her. She got as far away as possible and took a running start. With her right shoulder she chopped at Ronnie's left knee and drove her left fist into Marci's face. Ronnie went down like she'd been shot. What she didn't know was Team USA was gone and years of knees surgeries were coming. And within 5 minutes SHE'D be eating out Missy. The punch rocked Marci's face allowing Carley to roll away. Missy helped her up. They hugged and surveyed the wreckage. Carley was amazed. Both women were down but Ronnie looked in real pain. Too bad. “Thanks a lot, you didn't have to with what happened in your fight. I wouldn't have held it against you.” “Yeah you would have and besides I still want to wrestle John.” With that Missy attacked Ronnie. She kicked her in the stomach and then stomped her to the point of Ronnie gagging. Ronnie was done. Her knee was the size of a basketball and the fight had been stomped out of her. Missy took her foot and pushed Ronnie to her back. She put her foot by Ronnie's mouth. “Lick it or I step on your knee. Long, hard and often.” Ronnie's face had the face of pain but she began to lick Missy's feet. This lasted 5 minutes. Which may have been the best 5 minutes of Missy's life, except the next 5 minutes when she put Ronnie out with a Number #2 face-sit. She knew that the thick thighs and big rump would come in handy someday. She stood exhilarated and put her foot on an unconscious Ronnie and posed. She had lost the battle but won the war.

In the meantime Carley had walked over to a scampering Marci who was actually leaving her daughter and trying for the stairs. Carley grabbed her by the hair and threw her into the wall. Big bad Marci was done. Carley did the same thing with Marci that Ronnie had done with Missy in the first fight. Made Marci crawl to her lick and eat her out. Everywhere. Marci didn't want to eat ass so Carley had to inspire her to. She wrapped that left arm around a pillar and stretched. Marci began to cry and beg. It's amazing to see someone so big and strong balling like a little girl. She ate ass, pretty well. Carley felt there was piece of unfinished business. “Hey you done over there?” as Missy was posing over Ronnie. “Yeah just about.” “Wanna get eaten out by Supermom?” “You bet. Come here bitch.” Carley thought that Missy might be hard to live with.