Terri finished working over the heavy bag with a rapid flurry of punches that made her hands sting. The thought of that slut Michelle coming on to her boyfriend made her relish the pain, knowing that soon those punches would be landing on Michelle’s face and belly. Terri wasn’t a fighter by nature, but she was going to be ready when the time came to duke it out with Michelle. Her sandy brown shoulder-length hair and gray-green eyes gave her a girl-next-door look. She had a nice body, which was quite evident as she stripped off her sweaty workout clothes and stepped into a hot shower. She was 24, about 5’5” and 115 lbs, and considered her 36C breasts to be her best feature.
Her lack of fighting experience concerned her as she considered her would-be opponent. Michelle was 26, 5’9” and 135 lbs with 38D breasts. Fairly athletic, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, Michelle got a lot of attention and stolen glances from men wherever she went. More than once, Michelle had made a point of laying out in her skimpiest bikini when Terri’s boyfriend Matt was over. She had no shame in flirting with him right in front of Terri. Last week had been no different. After Michelle had made a suggestive remark to Matt, Terri had exploded on her, threatening to kick her ass. Michelle suggested that maybe a fight was in order; Michelle would claim Matt if she won. They agreed to meet tonight to slug it out until one of them couldn’t get up. Taking the blonde down would not be easy. Terri had played tennis with her a few times and knew she hated losing more than anything. Terri asked her sister Kim to come over for support when she fought Michelle, knowing that Kim hated Michelle almost as much as she did. “I might like to get in a few shots when you’re done with her” Kim had said.
Terri put on her favorite bikini, a neon-green number that perfectly displayed her perky breasts. She had painted her toenails, which helped accent her tan feet and gold toe ring. The ring was a gift from Matt – he loved sucking her toes during their lovemaking – it reminded her of those moments as she looked at it. “Plenty of time for that after I kick that bitch’s ass” she thought as a warm wave flooded her most intimate area.
Hearing the doorbell ring, she tried to clear her mind of the arousing distraction and padded barefoot down the hall to let her sister in. Kim had been at the beach that day and was still wearing her bikini top and a pair of ragged cutoff denim shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks. She kicked off her flip-flops as she came in and hugged her sister. Kim was only 18, and had a lean, athletic body at 105 lbs. Her long legs and 34B chest made her a natural for the swim team. “I can’t wait to see you knock that skank out!” Kim said with a grin. She was always in a good mood. Before Terri could answer, she heard Michelle’s voice behind her. “Your sister is the one who’s going to be out cold when this is over, honey.”
Michelle was standing in the middle of the room, eyeing the sisters sarcastically. She stood with one hand on her hip, chest pushed out. Her light blue bikini top strained against her tits, nipples already erect and poking out. “She’s actually turned on by the thought of this!” Terri thought.
Terri noticed she had taken the time to have her fingers and toenails painted French style, which was unusual for Michelle. Following Terri’s glance, Michelle volunteered, “I know Matt has a fetish for pretty feet, so I thought I’d be ready for him after I send you to dreamland.” This was too much for Terri. She flushed with anger and strode briskly toward Michelle, planted her foot and threw a looping punch virtually without breaking stride.
Michelle was prepared and dropped to one knee as Terri’s fist sailed over her head. She stayed on her knee and threw a hard punch into Terri’s exposed belly, just below the navel. “OOOOuuf!” Terri gasped as she felt her insides shifting with the impact. “Ohhhhh…God”, Terri moaned. Terri had bent forward from the blow, and was defenseless as Michelle got to her feet and quickly brought her knee up to meet Terri’s chin. Stars floated through Terri’s vision as the blow connected, sending her reeling backwards. She landed hard on her back and fought to remain conscious. Her head was swimming with warmth, and dizziness enveloped her. Michelle taunted, “Is that your best? C’mon, I’m getting bored, girl.”
Terri shook her head to clear it and heard Kim urge, “Get up, sis! You can take her…” She managed to get to her feet, but was still a little wobbly from the blows. Michelle moved closer, sensing an easy win. Terri eyed her groggily, only half feigning. “Nighty-night” Michelle said as she drew her fist back, preparing to end the fight. Terri’s right foot streaked upward, crashing into Michelle’s pubic mound just before she could throw the punch. “UNNGHHH!!” Michelle collapsed to her knees holding her groin and moaning. Terri took a few seconds longer to clear her head and to consider her next move. She then threw a right at Michelle’s cheek, hoping for a quick KO, but Michelle had managed to recover somewhat. Still on her knees, she blocked Terri’s punch with her left arm and delivered another hard right to Terri’s aching midsection. “OOOOOUUFFFF!” Terri groaned and fell to her knees, eyes already crossing and glazed. Michelle hit her belly twice more in rapid succession, drawing loud grunts from Terri as the air was forced from her lungs: “Uhhfff! OUFFF!” Kim was screaming something at her, but Terri was already out for the most part. “Uhhhhh…” was all she could moan softly as her vision dimmed. A thin line of drool was trickling from the side of her mouth as she and Michelle knelt face to face.
Michelle put a hand on Terri’s shoulder to steady her for the final blow. Terri looked at her with an unfocused stare and never flinched as the final punch was delivered. It was a wicked uppercut that snapped her head back and rendered her unconscious before her back hit the carpet a second later. Before Terri’s boobs had ceased jiggling as she came to rest, Kim was marching toward Michelle. She didn’t know what she was going to do, but she couldn’t let this bitch do her sister like that. Michelle saw her coming as she got to her feet, stepping over the unconscious brunette. “I’ll be happy to put your ass to bed, too.” She was still hurting from the blow to her crotch, but figured Kim wouldn’t be any tougher than her sister. She was wrong. Kim faked a punch with her left, and then rocked the big blonde with a right to her gut. Now it was Michelle’s turn to grunt with the impact of a blow deep into her stomach. She could’ve sworn she felt her bellybutton touch her spine when Kim hit her. Michelle was knocked backward but stayed on her feet. Kim followed her, delivering fierce punches that snapped Michelle’s head from side to side. “Uhn!…Ahhh!…Uhhhh!” were the only sounds she could manage as the little blonde swimmer pounded her senseless. Kim backed Michelle up with one punch after another until she was against the wall and then began to pepper her stomach and tits with her fists. “Ooof!…Oooh…OOOufff!” Michelle grunted. Michelle knew she had to act now if she was going to avoid being KO’d. She could not take much more. But Kim’s arms had begun to tire, and her punches lacked the sting they had originally carried. Sensing this, Michelle waited for just the right moment and pushed Kim away from her. Kim’s bare feet shuffled on the carpet as she readied herself to deliver a knockout blow. She had to take this busty slut out now.
Michelle was quicker. Her punch contained every last remaining bit of strength she could muster. It landed flush on Kim’s cheek, just below her left eye. Kim’s head snapped to the side, then slowly turned back to face Michelle. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth hanging slightly open. Her sweat-soaked blonde hair clung to her forehead and her shoulders. She looked almost erotic, as if the punch had delivered some kind of orgasmic pleasure. Indeed, her nipples were hard, two firm bumps against the thin fabric of her bikini top. “Uhhhhhn…uhhh” A faint groan escaped the young blonde’s lips as her knees buckled and she toppled forward, bouncing against Michelle’s shapely thigh and sliding off to land face up on the floor. Despite her wooziness, Michelle suddenly became aware of how turned on she was by the wetness in her bikini. She was distracted from her aroused condition by the sound of Terri beginning to stir. “Uhhhn…ohhh” Terri moaned as she rolled to her side and tried to pull herself to her feet using a nearby sofa for support. Terri had regained consciousness just in time to see Kim succumb to Michelle’s last punch. She staggered over to where Kim lay in a crumpled heap, the shallow rise and fall of her flat stomach the only indication she was still alive. Terri dropped down beside her. “Kim, honey…wake up…”
“She’s got a lot of guts for a pretty little thing” Michelle said, “More than you, anyway.”
“You fucking bitch! You’re going to wish you’d never touched her!” Terri growled. “If you say so”, Michelle sneered. “But right now, you’re supposed to be asleep, remember?” Her leg arced upward, catching Terri’s chin with her foot. A sharp crack, then “UNNNGH!” as Terri lost her grip on consciousness for the second time in fifteen minutes. Arms hanging limply at her sides, her head tilted back from the blow, she remained on her knees for a moment suspended in her unconsciousness. Gravity soon claimed her and she pitched forward, landing ungracefully across her sister’s belly with a wet –slap-.
Michelle dropped down into a nearby recliner and slid her fingers into her fluid-soaked bikini, parting her pink folds. “God that was hot!” she moaned to herself as she feverishly worked herself to orgasm. She came once with a loud moan, then again almost immediately before passing out. “We’ll have to do this again soon…” was her last thought as consciousness escaped her.