Missy was pissed. She had just gone to see and spend time with Kari. She thought that Marci Stephens had laid a beating on her but after seeing Kari. Kari’s tits were still the blackist and the bluist. Erica hadn’t even called Missy for 2 days after the tournament. Kari had explained what happened. She had even taken some responsibility for the beating, that being Kari turning every fight into a sexual encounter. Kari even admitted that if she hadn’t stripped Rocky, she would have won the event. Now she was still putting ice on her nose, mouth and tits. Erica, Kari’s mom, didn’t dare take her to an emergency room for fear of too many questions. Besides other than giving pain medication, they would recommend ice, ice ,ice. Erica even admitted in private that it took almost a day to remove all the sticky substance from Kari’s face. Missy realized that was how much female juice Kari had gotten on her from eating out the 7 women. Kari wanted Melissa Garrett for putting her out with own rather ample chest. And Kari wasn’t mad at the biker Rocky who actually had beaten Kari up bad but had gotten Kari home. Kari hadn’t even fought 5 of the women who sat on her face. And she told Missy that she had liked 2 of the girls. Young college girls like them. And Kari wanted Melissa, Sooki the heavy Asian and Ronnie the black woman. She wanted those 3. Kari had mentioned that IF Missy wanted she could try to find Daria. The one who wanted to fuck Kari in the ass. Kari said if she wanted Missy could have her. As if. Missy was wondering if Daria was a real name or a name this woman used for these events. She thought she knew who would know.
Melissa Garrett was sunning herself by her pool. She had a canary yellow bikini on, which stretched the limits of all that is near and dear to those who love bikinis. She was lying on a chaise with the bra undone. “Well I’d like to ask you some questions, Melissa. I’d prefer to do this the easy way but if you prefer I can kick your fat ass, AGAIN.” Melissa was startled and looked up to see Missy Ettinger sitting across from her. “All I’d like to know is who the girl Daria? I have a feeling you know. You seem to know all the players in these events and all their intimate details. I would prefer not to have to beat it out of you now. Kari WILL take care of that at a later date.” “Kari, huh. She ever get all the cum off her face?” Melissa laughed. Missy was dressed in a jean skirt and little shirt with spaghetti straps, no bra and sneakers. In a flash Missy came across and mounted Melissa and pulled her head back, while sitting on the small of Melissa’s back. Melissa’s arms and legs were flailing. “OK bitch, here’s the score. Kari is my best friend and was assaulted by 7 women. Maybe she deserved part of it, but it went much further than that. You got your ass kicked and you were pissed. Daria got her ass kicked and brought into the locker room for some fun. Kari was wrong but the other stuff was also unnecessary. Did you enjoy smothering her out? I’m going to find Daria and make her wish she never suggested anything anal about Kari. I want you to tell me who Daria is. Simple. No need for any of this. But if you want to be a hard-ass, I’ll strip to my panties and beat you so bad you can join Kari in bed for the next few months. Or just tell me what I need to know and I’ll lay here with you and we can catch some rays and catch up on old times.” With that Missy released Melissa, stood and removed her shirt, revealing a very nice medium-sized chest and nicely toned arms. “So do I keep removing clothing and we go out on the grass or do we speak like adults and catch some rays and whatever else on this patio?” “Keep stripping, but I don’t want to fight, necessarily. Please sit on my face and I’ll eat you out. And I’d like you to do one other thing for me and I’ll tell you everything about Daria” “OK the first part sounds great. What’s the other?” “Beat the piss out of me.” “Huh?”
“In my fights with Carley and you and to a certain extent with Kari I found out that I have a masochistic streak. I like getting beaten up. It gets me off. I want you to beat me up. Do anything you want. Any hold. Any position. Anything you want. Let’s say about 15 minutes. Make me bleed. Throw punches. Make me beg, plead, say anything. Beat me to a point and bring one of the Hispanic maids out and let them have a go. Lord knows they’d love to. You have free rein to kick the shit out of me.” “OK but let me sit on your face so I don’t blood get all over my pussy.”
Missy stripped nude and climbed on Melissa’s face in the grass. She mounted her reverse style so she could work over Melissa’s huge set. Missy loved big tits. Melissa was very good and Missy came violently. She stood and so did Melissa. Melissa removed her bottoms. “Will you defend yourself? Will you tell me if you don’t want me to do something to you?” “No think of this as a sparring workout for you. I’ll defend myself ONLY if I think you’re not giving it your all. And I think I know your all. Let’s get started.” Melissa took a wrestler stance and came towards Missy. Both women were naked . Missy stepped aside and punched Melissa in the gut. From then on Missy punched, kicked, gouged and slapped Melissa. She threw scissors, headlocks, pussy locks and breast holds. She had Melissa crying and begging for mercy on 3 occasions. Once she thought she had broken her arm and Melissa came back for more, all the while Melissa’s nipples couldn’t be anymore erect. Finally Missy said that’s it. Melissa crawled over to Missy, who was sitting on the edge of a chaise and ate her again. Missy came again and Melissa mounted her and lay on top of her smothering Missy with her breasts. “I know you love my boobs. Lick them, suck them, please.” Missy complied, also fondling and squeezing them as she did. Missy lay back, sweating like a banshee but totally at ease. She didn’t think the afternoon would go this way. She figured that she would have to rumble with Melissa, but even that was drastically different than she had thought. Melissa was stretched out on another chaise, looking bruised and battered, Missy had done a job on her, but she too looked at ease.
“Did I beat you too bad? After that I hope not. We were friends once. I might have gotten into the moment a little too much at times and I’m sorry.” “Like when you were stepping on my boob and punching me in the pussy. Like that?” They laughed. Missy was actually embarrassed about her “fight” with Melissa. If Melissa had enjoyed that she did have a problem. Melissa would have bruises on her body for months. It would be like Missy saying to that bitch Marci Stephens, “Hey beat me up in the woods and beat me bloody.” She now felt she shouldn’t have done it. “Hey I know what you’re thinking, that you shouldn’t have beat me up or beat me up so bad. Don’t worry about it. I’m not. I enjoyed it. And besides you’re not the first. Of course the first person to administer a beating on me, really enjoyed it. That’s why you didn’t see me for a month. The bitch laid it on thick, too much, if I can say that. But you wanted to know about Daria also known as Jenny Michaels, lives in Darby. You may have a problem with her though.” “What’s that?” “Well Jenny is a lesbian. No problem with that but the problem is with her girlfriend. Lisa Ames.” “Lisa Ames the pro boxer? Oh shit.”
“Yeah the pro boxer. Might be lightweight champ one day. Daria/Jenny enters these tough girl events when Lisa is out of town.” “When’s her next fight out of town?” “Don’t know but she won her last fight but got pretty banged up in the process so she’s recuperating. I’d like to meet who banged her up. Lisa’s a psycho. 5’7, 125, jet black hair. Muscular and crazy. I’ll tell you what, I’ll help you out. You take Daria/Jenny and I’ll take Lisa because you know she’ll come.” Missy gave her a look. “Don’t know if you can trust me. Think we’ll leave you some place bruised and bloody. Yeah I know that’s already happened to you. It won’t this time. Two things. I’m heavy enough to take away from Lisa’s effectiveness and between my masochism and competitiveness I’m perfect for Lisa. If she kicks the shit out of me I’ll love it and if I take her I’ll love it. No lose.” Missy wasn’t so sure although for some reason she trusted Melissa and she knew THAT could be a BIG mistake.
Melissa made the arrangements. She knew Jenny somewhat and Jenny backed up by Lisa was eager to tear into any friend of Kari’s. Melissa made it clear that she and Lisa would be there only as observers. No interference and since Melissa knew of Jenny’s pissiness at the event. No sexuality. Jenny agreed. Melissa was stunned by Jenny’s choice of venue. A local park about 2 miles off of the walking path. They would be secluded. That kind of worried her, but Missy agreed. The fight was scheduled for the following Thursday at one in the afternoon. Secluded and during the week with no one around.
Melissa and Missy drove over in Melissa’s BMW and parked in lot and had to hike in. Jenny was right they barely saw 5 people. 2 miles in and hang a left at the big rock, from there the spot was another mile and a half. Missy was dressed in a light form- fitting shirt with thin straps, gym shorts and sneakers. Melissa was dressed in a light blue sweat suit, very chic. The longer they walked the more the zipper opened up revealing a powder blue bra. Missy wondered about her thing with bigger women and huge breasts. Carley was somewhat different and always would be to Missy. Carley helped Missy in different ways and led her to womanhood and away from the shyness that created the fear of the Stephens family. While Missy got killed in her first fight she was able to overcome it and help Carley and pretty much wreck the Stephens’ and led to Missy’s beating by Marci in the woods. Now she was back in woods again. Under the umbrella of trees it was cool and Missy noticed the clearing and Jenny and Lisa standing there immediately.
“Didn’t think you would show. What you think you can defend that bitch’s honor? She got what she deserved. And more.” “You were pissed because Kari kicked your ass. The locker room thing was uncalled for. But the 7 of you also was uncalled for. And the call to fuck her in the ass, I’ll kick your ass myself for that.” “You. Kari kicked my ass but you I’ll kill. You little girl thinking your tough.” Jenny was about 5’11, weird body, tall, narrow upper body, small breasts, but thick legs and big butt. She must have gone about 165-180 easy. Missy would be out-weighed again. She was used to that. “Hey fatty. Want another beating?” This was from Lisa and directed to Melissa. “What’s that about? You know her?” “Yeah I uh, she was the one that inflicted the first beating. The first part we wrestled and she threw some punches but she got to enjoy it and she tied me up to the ladder in the pool and beat me with her fists for about 15 minutes. The pool water had to be drained due to all the blood. She beat me and left me there hanging.” “You asked a pro boxer to beat you? A psycho pro boxer, at that. What are you nuts? Although, we’re both nuts. We’re in the middle of nowhere, where if I beat up Jenny and I probably will, Lisa will beat the holy hell out of both of us. Geeesh, we didn’t think this one out. If I beat Jenny and Lisa gets involved give me a sign and we’ll rush Lisa. That’s our only hope.” They agreed and Missy stepped into the clearing to meet Jenny.
Jenny was dressed in a black t-shirt and black tights. Lisa was dressed in a black form-fitting shirt with thin straps and also black tights. Lisa looked better than Jenny. Lisa at 125 had a bigger bust than the 175ish Jenny. Psycho or not Lisa was a babe. Jenny and Missy circled each other. Jenny came in fast and grabbed Missy by the hair and threw her across the clearing. Missy rolled away. Jenny came again grabbed her hair but this time delivered a hard forearm across Missy’s back. Missy rolled away again and this time trying to come up with some edge. One thing Missy had learned from Carley and Melissa was the psychological or tricky side to fighting. Do something to take your opponents mind off the fight even for a second. A distraction or a diversion. Missy could come up with only one thing. She removed her shirt. “Hey what’s that. No sex or anything.” “Sex? It’s hot, I’ve been on the ground twice already and I like this shirt. Fuck you. Tortilla Flats.” With that Missy cupped her own breasts for Jenny’s benefit. “What the fuck was that?” “Hey pro girl couldn’t buy your babe a boob job?” Lisa was pissed but Jenny was incensed. Missy was still playing with her cute ones and Jenny came flying over. Missy sidestepped her and grabbed her hair and brought over with a thud.
Jenny attempted to get up by Missy slid under her and pulled Jenny’s head into her formidable thighs and secured a scissors around Jenny’s head. Missy tightened it up. Now Jenny was thrashing and bucking. Missy squeezed even tighter. Jenny’s face turned bright red. Missy thought she might tap. Missy grabbed her by the wrists and continued squeezing. Jenny ripped her right wrist away and did the only thing she could and played right into Missy’s hands or breasts or pussy. She grabbed back and grabbed Missy’s right boob. “Hey you shit. No sex.” “Fuck you.” Jenny was squeezing hard on the nipple. Missy finally released and tried to roll away but this time Jenny rolled with a firm grasp on the right tit and she grabbed hold of Missy’s left also. Missy was squirming and screaming. Jenny was smiling. Jenny was between Missy’s legs and squeezing for all she was worth. Missy did the only thing she could. She kicked Jenny in the head from the side. Jenny released and Missy did it again. Jenny slumped to the side not out but groggy. Missy felt her abused breasts and stood. “Bitch.” Missy stomped on Jenny’s head. Jenny moaned. Missy then stripped of Jenny’s t-shirt. “God no wonder you want to keep these covered up.” Melissa laughed. The ebb and flow of the fight was changing. Missy picked Jenny up by the hair and punched her square in the small of her back. Jenny staggered only held up by Missy. Missy punched her to the head and Jenny went down flat on the ground. Missy grabbed her by the ankles and began to drag her around. Jenny was screaming from the grinding of the ground on her chest. Missy stopped, Jenny was crying and tried to get up to all 4’s. As soon as she tried Missy was behind her and kicked her right between the legs. Jenny tried to scream but nothing came out and she fell forward on her back. Missy came up and stood on her throat. “Submit? Never get in a sex fight with me. Ever. If you don’t submit I’ll strip you naked and you’ll be eating ME out in no time.” With that Missy remembered she had forgotten about Lisa, but Melissa hadn’t. Melissa did have her back. Lisa had come across the clearing and was going to spear Missy. Melissa had removed her sweat top and now was spring across and a direct course to Lisa. Two hundred and thirty pounds came into contact with one hundred and twenty-five. It was no contest. Both females were down. Melissa was on her back with her chest jiggling in and out of the powder blue bra. In the meantime Jenny looked up and told Missy what she could do with her submission. Now Missy had the diversion. Melissa, she really wasn’t moving. While 230 versus 125 should be a mismatch, it really wasn’t. Melissa was fat, overweight, and out of shape versus a girl who was 100 pounds lighter but a pro in a sport where contact and bouncing back from pain was everything. Lisa was moving, Melissa wasn’t. But at this moment Missy had to think about Jenny, and then Lisa. Jenny was now up to her feet and slumped over. Fuck her thought Missy. Missy grabbed Jenny by the hair and rammed her head first into the nearest tree. Again the unlucky Jenny hit the ground. This time Missy did strip her, but not for the usual reasons. She stripped off Jenny’s tights, she had a red thong on. Missy sat Jenny next to the tree and tied her arms behind her. Missy turned and heard a terrible commotion.
Melissa had either tried to stand or been hauled up by Lisa. She was on her knees, leaning back, both breasts hanging outside the bra and was being used for a punching bag by Lisa. Missy decided to take her life, literally, in her hands and have Melissa’s back the way she had hers. “Hey psycho dike.” Man was that like the pot calling well whatever. It worked. “What did you call me, little girl?” What’s with this little girl shit all of a sudden? Thought Missy. “I said psycho dike. Big boxer. Why don’t you come over here and fight someone who is actually conscious. Actually someone who beat up your girlfriend, stripped her and tied her to a tree, like the skank she is.” That may have been WAY over the top. But it got the intended reaction. Lisa backed away from Melissa, thankfully and came towards Missy with Jenny cheering her on. “Kill the bitch and then untie me and we’ll do her and the fatty.” Well so much for no sex. That was even more reinforced by Lisa. As Lisa walked over to Missy she removed her top and tights, revealing that she had nothing on underneath. Lisa looked like a pro athlete should look. She was muscled-up, a great tan, a great body and a look that could make little kids have nightmares. (OK you don’t have a great tan. 3 out 4) Missy decided to do the only thing she could do. Attack. She took a running start right at Lisa and tackled her. She was hoping that Lisa could box but not wrestle or catfight. Wrong. As Missy tackled her, Lisa rolled her over. Lisa landed on top. Missy had been thinking of boys and girls. She loved John, Carley’s boyfriend and sucking him off. He wouldn’t boff her, bless him and she thought she could find other guys she would be interested in. Till now most of her partners had been females, most of the time big-chested females. But now with Lisa sitting astride her, she was thinking that under normal circumstances she would have loved Lisa on top. But the punch to the face brought her back to reality. Lisa threw 2 punches to Missy’s face. Missy bucked and tried to throw Lisa off. Lisa was about 20 pounds lighter but much stronger. Then Lisa suddenly released her and stood up. Missy could feel her face flush where she had been punched. A shiner? A bruise? “Let’s see what you got, if anything?” Lisa assumed a boxer’s stance and danced around. Missy was in awe of Lisa’s grace and beauty. Missy loved the way Lisa’s cute bosom bounced when she moved. Then Lisa started flicking rights to Missy’s face. Missy got her hands up and tried to move away from Lisa. Lisa followed and made contact with 3 pretty good shots. Missy dreaded seeing her face in the mirror. Missy threw a right and left combo and the left made contact to Lisa’s right breast. All this did was piss her off. Uh oh. Lisa feinted to Missy’s face and Missy raised both hands and Lisa hit her with a combo to the gut. Missy went down to her knees and she knew she was at Lisa’s mercy. Missy raised her hands above her. Missy could see the Marci Stephens beating happening all over again. Missy sighed and prepared for the worse.
Then suddenly Lisa was elevated. Someone had reached around Lisa and grabbed by the tits, picked her up and body slammed her to the ground. Missy looked up and saw Melissa standing there. “How about we take care of this piece of shit?” With that Melissa backed up about 10 steps and ran and belly flopped her body on top of Lisa. In this case 230 did beat 125. Lisa screamed out loud. Melissa stood and did it again. Lisa had no breath left to scream with. Melissa reached behind her and undid her bra. “Night, night, bitch.” With that Melissa breast smothered Lisa out. Missy was amazed. Melissa was huffing and puffing and crouched to her knees. Missy knelt beside her and licked and sucked and groped her breasts. Melissa was moaning. Missy pushed her back to the soft grass and pulled of the sweat bottoms. Melissa was also wearing a powder blue thong. Missy smiled, a powder blue thong for someone who weighs 230. With money you can buy anything. Missy went between Melissa’s legs and did her. She did Melissa with as much love, excitement and sexual tension as she had ever done anyone. Melissa was a strange woman and even stranger from what Missy had learned in the last few days but she had come up big for Missy’s against Lisa and Missy wanted to Melissa how much she appreciated it. Melissa came and Missy rolled her over and did her from the back. Missy thought Melissa moaned even more from what Missy was doing to her from the back. Missy was glad that she was able to make Melissa happy. “Hey one promise. Don’t tell Kari about me and today.” “Why?” “Well I want to fight her again. Hey she’s like Lisa. I would still like to get my hands on her for what she did to me at the tournament, and if she kicks my ass again, fine. I’ll enjoy that, too.”
“OK, I guess” Melissa dressed and was ready to leave. Jenny was still tied to the tree and Lisa out. Missy was still horny. She had done Melissa and while she enjoyed it, there was nothing like the real thing. “Hey Jenny want to get untied?” “Yeah.” “Do me.” “Ok.” Missy went over and untied Jenny. Missy stripped and she stuck Jenny’s face in her pussy. “Now eat.” Jenny did. Well. Now refreshed Missy walked out with Melissa. When they left the clearing an almost nude Jenny was caressing and holding an unconscious Lisa.