Rochelle Marvell was a good-looking woman, maybe not in the Tyra Banks or Halle Berry vein but good-looking nonetheless. And this was a female that was completely bald. She is 5’8, 180 pounds, OK maybe a shade heavy for a woman at that weight. But she distributed it through a thick back, good-looking very toned arms bordering on muscular and legs that a sprinter would die for. The dress she had on for the occasion showed off the back and the legs. It was a black mini that not only showed the great legs but the well-developed thighs, also. If she did have a shortcoming Rochelle did not have a bust. She had what appeared as a muscular chest and 2 defined pecs but no real chest, boobs, or tits. Rochelle had thought about implants but she felt everything else was so good that a guy or in very few cases a girls could play with one of her other prominent body parts. Oh and she had an ass. And Rochelle believed in her 2 occupations boobs probably would just get in the way. She was a barrister, a lawyer here in the states and a middle linebacker for the Dallas Cowgirls in the Midwestern Football League. She was here in Pittsburgh at the Hyatt to pick up her trophy for Most Dominant Defensive Player. She had run track and played basketball in high school but didn’t play sports at University of Texas. But when she read that a women’s team was starting Rochelle wanted to be a part of it. She was strong, quick and very aggressive. She took to football like a duck to water. She was in Pitt with a colleague Sheila Duncan. Sheila looked like a player but in reality she was a fellow lawyer with Rochelle. She was 5’6, 165 and she did have breasts. She was the only female Rochelle REALLY enjoyed. She loved Sheila’s chest. Sheila wasn’t massive or gigantic but perfect. She could balance things on them. And she had large nipples that Rochelle loved to suck on. If Sheila wanted to get Rochelle really hot she would do the Man Show thing on the trampoline in Rochelle’s enclosed backyard nude. Rochelle would stare at those perfect breasts going up and down. As soon as Sheila was done, Rochelle would climb up on the trampoline and then climb up on Sheila. Sheila wasn’t beautiful, but nice and she had muscular legs and bulky arms but she had those breasts that she was NOT afraid to show off.
Carley was nervous. She didn’t mind playing in the Rose Bowl in front of 100,000 people but standing in front of a few thousand was more than she could take. She looked good, khaki pants, yellow Oxford shirt and a blue blazer. She looked good. She had a bra and panties on and everything. She had downed a 7 & 7 and now was sucking on the ice. Missy her bud was next to her. Just 21 she was nursing a chardonnay. Missy was dressed to the nines. She too had a mini on but hers was red with a white shirt and black vest. The mini showed off Missy’s thick but muscular legs made even more muscular by the high heels she was wearing. And the white shirt gave a bit of a peak to those very nice medium mounds. Carley had invited Missy along to give her company and share the room. The league was paying for the room due to Carley being and award winner. She didn’t really want to get up receive the award and give the speech. What happened next would make it where she didn’t have to.
“Hi Carley.” Purred Rochelle. Everytime Carley spoke to Rochelle she felt like she should check for her wallet. “Hey Roch, congratulations on your award.” “Well you too but we both know who’s is more prestigious. The Midwestern has the best teams and players. God the Eastern League that you belong to had that scandal a few years back in they were playing high school girls. These are WOMEN’S leagues for God’s sake.” “Hey be glad that I don’t play in your league or you my love would be a few trophies short.” Carley said smiling. Rochelle wasn’t smiling, “ Really. Care to put your muscles where your bigmouth is?” “Bigmouth, huh. I seem to remember you started this conversation. I just finished it like I could finish you off.” Rochelle seemed stunned by what was just said to her. Then she smiled. “Why don’t the 4 of us go someplace where we can finish this unlike ladies.” “No problem at all Roch.” Sheila went to lay a hand on Missy’s shoulder and Missy grabbed it and ducked under and brought it up behind Sheila’s back. You could tell it hurt. “Don’t touch me or forget a lawyer, you’ll need a physician, bitch.” Missy whispered. “Feisty.” Rochelle said to Carley. “You can’t possibly know how much.” Missy had released Sheila’s hand but Missy had gotten a good look at Sheila’s chest and she wanted some.
Rochelle took the lead for the foursome and they entered an elevator and went down. Missy half expected to get jumped in the elevator but all was civil. They went down to the basement and Rochelle wandered around till she found what she was looking for. It was a reasonably large clear area framed around by metal pipes, it was a perfect fight area. “Modest? Rules?”
“Not in the least and how about none?” “Perfect.” Rochelle stripped off her blouse revealing a black strapless bra. She then removed her mini revealing a black thong. Carley could see pussy hairs extending outside the thong. Rochelle removed the thong and Carley could see she had a large black bush. Rochelle had no stockings so she stood there nude and stretched. Missy although was in love with Sheila’s chest she had to admit that Rochelle had a fantastic body. Missy also took note that if she worked on it she could build her legs up and she had a bigger chest. Carley slipped out of the khakis and shirt. She kicked off her shoes and undid her bra and lowered her panties. They faced each other. There were differences and similarities. One white, one black, one short, one taller, both were muscular and in the time to come both would prove to be competitors although one would clearly dominate the other. The first few minutes of the “fight” closely resembled a bodybuilder’s pose down. Each woman was flexing and trying to impose their wills on the other in this nude pose down. Finally, Rochelle exclaimed, “Hell it took me 2 hours to fix my hair for this lousy award. Let’s get to it.” All of sudden both women crashed into the other. Rochelle wrapped her arms around Carley’s chest in a bear hug. Carley could feel Rochelle’s python-like arms wrap around her. “She’s strong.” Carley conceded to herself. Rochelle then dug her chin in right between Carley’s breasts. Sheila and Missy cheered them on and kept an eye on each other. Carley had already been in a tight bear hug. John used to shoot them on her all the time during their nude wrestling sessions, with the chin,too. Carley overhooked Rochelle’s arms and came up under Rochelle and using her height and leverage advantage threw Rochelle against the nearest wall. Rochelle landed with a thud and Carley was on her immediately. Rochelle popped up and Carley was waiting. She scooped her up and body slammed her on the concrete floor. Carley followed it up with a stomp to Rochelle’s taut stomach. Rochelle rolled up in a tight ball to evade any more stomps. Carley picked up a staggering Rochelle by the head and brought her to her feet. Carley bent Rochelle over and came up under her with Rochelle on her right shoulder. She then adjusted Rochelle on her shoulder so her face was looking at Carley’s pussy. “Tuck your head.” And Carley body slammed Rochelle on the concrete again. Rochelle screamed. Carley was up and grabbed Rochelle well-endowed patch and lifted. Rochelle kept screaming. Carley dropped her and brought her to her feet again. She grabbed Rochelle’s right hand in her left hand and brought her into her as fast as she could and clotheslined Rochelle with the right arm, right at the bustline. Rochelle went down as if she had been shot. Carley called and requested Rochelle’s submission or she would continue the beating. Rochelle gave her the finger. Rochelle then tried to crawl away from Carley. Carley picked up Rochelle and rammed her back first onto one of the pipes on the outside. Carley liked it so much she did it again. Rochelle was moaning again. Carley carried her to the middle and dropped her on her knee for a backbreaker. Carley forced Rochelle’s chin down and diddled her pussy. Rochelle’s legs were flailing and pumping, there were tears running down her face. Carley rolled her on the floor. Rochelle actually got to her knees and looked up at Carley. Carley could still see some defiance in Rochelle’s eyes. Carley had admiration for her, she had taken a beating and still had the fuck you attitude. But Carley felt it was time to knock out that attitude. Carley slapped Rochelle across the face driving to the side a couple of feet. Carley continued this for next few minutes, slapping Rochelle all over the floor. Each time Carley would pick her up and bring her to her knees. She would look into her eyes, smile and bring on another slap. Finally, “Enough.” “Enough what? “Enough you’ve beaten me, enough I don’t want any more. Enough you’ve kicked my ass. OK” “Yup, you can’t fight but you’re tough.” Carley bent over and helped Rochelle up and both started to get dressed. “Hold it a second I thought this was going to be a double feature.” Asked Missy. “Wanna fight me?” “I,I,I don’t know.” Sheila stuttered. “I should have known there couldn’t be 2 tough lawyers in the same time zone.” “That a challenge?” “You bet for no other reason than watching my friend kick your friend’s ass got my blood up. Wanna dance? You have me by about an inch and about 10-15 pounds. Huh, show some guts. Bitch. You were real handsy when you thought you had Rochelle to protect you. So how about it you and me? Cunt.” “OK OK I’ll kick your ass. You want it I’ll give it to you. And I’ll tell you I fight dirty.” Missy looked at Carley who was dressed and with Rochelle about ready to rejoin the party. Missy smiled, “ You fight dirty? I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle that. And if you’re going to fight dirty I suppose you’ll strip me and make me your bitch. Right?” “Nothing like a white bitch eating you out. Hmmm.” “Huh 2 minutes ago you didn’t want to fight now you’re going to fight me, strip me and force me to eat you. Huh, well how do you feel about eating white pussy, because that’s what you’re going to be doing in oh, 10-15 minutes. Sheila.” Carley and Rochelle left for the party. Missy had her black stockings covering a red thong , red bra and kept on her vest. She liked the look. Sheila had a black bra and the thinnest black thong Missy had ever seen. Both women except for their race could have been sisters. Missy was keeping her hair short, she was 5’5 and about 155. Sheila had a short fro, 5’6 and 165. Both had thick thighs and pretty good-sized butts. Sheila had Missy in the breast category. Missy had nice cute breasts. Sheila had a nice ample set of perfect breasts. They weren’t big but not close to small, maybe twice the size of Missy’s and no gravity was taking affect. If Sheila had been wearing a push-up it would have pushed them up into her chin thus no push-up. Missy was 21 and Sheila had her by 10 or 15 years. Sheila’s arms showed it. While Missy’s were muscular Sheila’s had some fat drooping. Both had muscular legs but Missy’s were more muscular. Missy had some chubbiness, Sheila more. To Missy’s point of view a very even fight. Sheila decided to have her extra weight gain an edge for her, so she offered a test of strength to Missy. Missy complied. They came together and locked fingers. Both women started to strain, and considering that her last fights were against women vastly bigger Sheila’s 10 pounds was nothing compared to the time Missy spent on her biceps getting stronger. Missy bent Sheila back and down to her knees. Missy rubbed her pussy area of her stocking in Sheila’s face. “Just preparing you for what’s coming, bitch.” Missy then began to thump Sheila in the face with her leg. Finally she bent Sheila all the way down and flat on the floor and sat astride her still with fingers locked. “Submit? Do it while you still look and feel pretty.” “No, not a chance.” And Sheila bucked Missy off and rolled away. Missy hustled and caught Sheila on all 4’s and threw a forearm to Sheila’s back driving her into the floor. Missy dragged Sheila up by the hair to her knees. Missy grabbed Sheila’s bra by the straps and yanked down, revealing Sheila’s perfect breasts. “Oh wow. Nice tits. I mean nice breasts. Those are breasts.” With that Sheila’s right hand went up to Missy’s pussy. Instead of delivering a fight winning punch she tried to grab but the stocking prevented her from getting a good grip. When Missy saw what Sheila was down to, Missy delivered a teeth-rattling punch to the face. Sheila went down moaning. Missy kicked her over and undid her bra and ripped off the thong. Then she kicked her back again. “So you want my pussy?” With that Missy bounced down on Sheila’s face and rubbed the stocking wrapped pussy all over Sheila’s face. Standing Missy said, “ Oh you wanted the real thing.” Sheila was murmuring no but Missy stripped off the hose then the vest and her bra and thong. Missy started to kick Sheila. Then she took her foot and started to play with Sheila’s breasts. “Oh no I’m not going to do damage to those. I want to play with those too much. Have you had enough? I can beat you some more but I want you really awake when you eat me out and when I lay on top of you and lick and suck those beauties. So.” “OK I’ve had enough. You kicked my ass. You’re a lot tougher than you look. Fuck you’re strong, too.” Missy using her foot she placed Sheila flat. And then she sat on Sheila’s face. Within 2 minutes Missy knew one thing. Sheila was damn good. She wondered if it was Sheila or black women in general. If that were true, well sign her up for another black opponent. Generally Missy was a pretty slow cum, but with Sheila she exploded in a minutes and explode she did. “Omagod that was freaking amazing. You’re tremendous. I’ve never been with .. Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean.” “You’ve never been with a black woman before. And are we all … Nope sorry I’ve been with black women who couldn’t have gotten me off if their life depended on it. But you are with the right black woman.” And they kissed and nuzzled their bodies together. Missy then went after Sheila’s breasts and then the moaning started. On both sides, Missy got off on Sheila’s big ones and Sheila’s enjoyed the attention. Missy played with Sheila’s chest for at least 15 minutes and then she slid between her legs and licked and sucked Sheila’s pussy. Sheila’s finally exploded. “Hey white girl you’re all right, too.” “Missy and thanks. And let’s cuddle some more.” So they did, with Sheila playing with Missy’s chest. “Hey these are nice, too. Hey Rochelle is great. Legs and an ass to die for. But I wish she had a little more chest.”
They continued for a while and instead of going back to the party it was decided to go back to Missy’s room and get something more comfortable than a concrete floor. Missy inserted her passkey and they heard a helluva ruckus inside. They both looked at each other. They fought, no one was hurt and then they made up. Made up and grown to like each other, a lot. Again they looked and a thought passed each other’s minds. Leave. But both dismissed it. Both had good friends inside and it was possible that one was taking a beating inside so it up to one of them to stand up for their friend. Missy slid the door open slowly. There were clothes strewned everywhere. They looked up, there was wrestling going on but it was more of the sexual kind. Both women were nude and Rochelle had Carley pinned on the bed and was moving her crotch up to Carley’s mouth. Both women were smiling and laughing. Missy and Sheila relaxed. Then they stripped and joined in.