Nancy Cox had a decent life. She had friends in high school, but no boyfriends. She had friends in college but still no boyfriends. She went till her 39 year till a man approached her. Why she wondered? She looked at herself in the mirror. She was big girl. Ok a little tending towards fat but she thought she had nice breasts and people always told her she had a nice sweet face. She looked at her 5’6, 222 lb body dressed in a white bra and panties. Yeah she had granny panties on, she never felt comfortable in bikinis and a thong, never. She had short black hair and dressed conservatively. The guy at 39? Bob Reynolds was an executive in her company and her boyfriend since he had been the first to ask her out. She really liked Bob. He asked her to do things she had never done before. Give head, in the right circumstances she really liked doing that. She hated doing it in cars, really uncomfortable for a big girl. He liked watching her play with herself. Although self-conscious she was used to playing with herself. They watched porn. She was thankful she didn’t have the boobs some of the women had. And she was thankful that Bob’s dick wasn’t the size of some of those guys. But this, this was something else ALL together. She was prepared to go out and in front of Bob fight another woman, a bigger woman all for the love of Bob.
They had gone out for 6 months. It was maybe the best 6 months of her life and then. Then she walked into the ladies room and a bunch of the hens were laughing but stopped when she walked in. Her friend Jan finally told her that another girl had walked in Bob’s office late in the day and caught Trixie Kolyer underneath Bob’s desk, ah well, she wasn’t dusting. When she asked Bob he turned bright red and told her he couldn’t see her. He basically couldn’t see her for weeks. Trixie Koch was a secretary. She was taller than Nancy and heavier but couldn’t care less. She had boobs and everyone saw them. She had pretty good legs and everyone saw them. Where Nancy covered up her heaviness, Trixie reveled in it. Finally she waited in the parking lot till late and she confronted the two. Trixie was all disheveled and it wasn’t hard, well maybe it still was, to tell what they had been up to. Trixie laughed at her and Bob looked embarrassed. Nancy asked Trixie if she loved Bob? Trixie laughed again. Bob looked at Nancy and smiled. Ok Nancy said that she did love Bob and was hurt by his rejection. Trixie laughed and opened her already undone shirt revealing a bounteous bra and said Bob liked these goods better. Liked? Liked asked Nancy? Bob said yes. Do you love me? If you do love Trixie I would let you go, but if only if you like her I’ll fight for you. Fight, asked Trixie? Nancy in the heat of the moment hadn’t realized she used that term. Yeah I’ll fight for the man I love thinking verbally. Trixie smiling lashed out and slapped Nancy across the face, knocking her to one knee and bring tears. Bob held Trixie back. What do you think, she said, all talk. Trixie kissed Bob and groped him in front of a teary eyed Nancy. Ok if that’s what you want I’ll fight you. I’ll fight you in front of Bob and the winner gets Bob. Trixie readily agreed and the date set. Bob smiled. Nancy didn’t know if Bob smiled because he was proud of Nancy or he was getting ready to achieve another male fantasy. He would see two women fight and for him.
Nancy was shitting major league bricks. She had never been athletic and not once in her life approached anything like a physical conflict with another woman. She was uncomfortable even appearing in front of them in the decided upon bra and panties. Trixie scoffed at the idea of wearing anything saying that when she was done with Nancy she wouldn’t have anything on anyway. Nancy couldn’t imagine losing and being stripped. There would be delight in Trixie’s eyes and revulsion in Bob’s. She wanted to win and win Bob but she had no confidence. She believed the night would be a disaster of epic proportion in Nancy Cox’s life. This she had no doubt. But she had gotten herself in this. She had agreed to the dress. She looked at herself. Still she had nice breasts and she had lost some weight and the high heels she had on made her legs look somewhat muscular. She placed the light robe on and thought of pro wrestling matches she had watched and fights in movies. She shook her head. Damn she didn’t have chance.
Nancy stepped out into Trixie’s living room. Trixie got off the couch and walked to the other end of the room. Trixie had a plush carpet and a small mat on top. Bob was sitting in a chair with that same shit-eating grin. Damn he must be hard as a rock right now. Nancy conceded that her nipples were hard as rocks. Trixie removed her robe. All she had on was a thong, Nancy guessed a thong stretched to hit limits. Trixie was 5’9 or 5’10, she weighed more than Nancy and her breasts made Nancy feel flat. Trixie flexed and posed and picked her breasts up showing Bob. Bob fidgeted. Oh yeah he was hard. Trixie chided Nancy for her panties and bra. They decided to start on there knees. Bob said go. Trixie waded into Nancy and grabbed Nancy by the hair and threw her back and forth like a rag doll. Finally Trixie swung and slapped Nancy across the face. It stung and caused tears to well up again. Pussy is crying again she heard. Trixie came at her again and ripped Nancy’s bra off. Bob caught it and Nancy covered up instinctively. Trixie mocked her by asking her if she really wanted to fight? Nancy got to her knees, came towards Trixie and Trixie punched her in the stomach and face. Nancy was done. She cried and sobbed. She yelled that she quit. Trixie danced around and mocked her some more. Trixie promised Bob more sex later to make up for this. Then she demanded that Nancy get up and crawl toward her. Bob told her to cut it out and she told him to sit back and enjoy the show. Trixie demanded Nancy get up and crawl or she would beat her some more. Nancy felt fat, ugly, beat up and sore. She had fought for her man and lasted 30 seconds. She was pitiful. Nancy rocked over and crawled in front of the victrix. “Strip.” Nancy’s eyes widened. Now she was going to be humiliated. Nancy nodded no and Trixie slapped her. Nancy cried and pulled her grannies over her butt and down to her knees. Trixie kicked her over and ripped them off. Trixie told Nancy to come here again. Oh my now what? Nancy still sobbing crawled over. Remove my thong, bitch. Without getting slapped Nancy automatically went to Trixie’s waist and pulled down the thong. Nancy couldn’t see any pussy hair and realized Trixie didn’t have any. Nancy had full bush. Nancy thought she was in Hell but Hell was fixing to get worse.
Eat me Nancy heard. Oh my God I couldn’t, I wouldn’t. This time Trixie leveled her with a punch to the face. Nancy’s eyes widened and she truly believed she wanted to die. She was mortified. She couldn’t believe that her “man” Bob wasn’t doing anything to stop it. She created this mess and now all she wanted was to get out. There was no shred of dignity. Dignity she realized left town hours ago. She would be part of bathroom gossip for years. Nancy and Trixie heard a voice mumble OK. Trixie widened her legs and Nancy stuck her mouth there and started. She didn’t really know how to, she never experimented so she started and heard Trixie say lick it, suck it and sometimes bite it. She did it for 3 or 4 minutes and Trixie erupted and convulsed. Wanna do it again bitch. Nancy nodded no so Trixie said I know. Trixie lay on her back and beckoned Nancy over and Nancy came and so did Trixie. Trixie stood and pushed Nancy against the couch. Nancy lay with her head back over the couch. Trixie came up backwards and spread her ass apart. No no no Nancy yelled. Bitch I’ll beat you around this room if you don’t. Trixie came closer and Nancy kept refusing. She kept shaking her head and Trixie kept moving her butt closer. Finally Nancy balled up her fists together. She thrust them up and struck Trixie in the pussy. Trixie grunted. Nancy struck her two more times. Nancy could tell Trixie moved both hands over her pussy. She was also moaning and sobbing. Nancy punched Trixie in the back and Trixie went to her knees. She was still moaning. Nancy rose. She was now afraid. There was a fourth person in the room. The other person was screaming at Trixie. Trixie was begging. Nancy was sure that the fourth kicked Trixie again from the front. They also slapped her back and forth. Trixie was screaming. Suddenly Nancy passed in front of a mirror. IT WAS HER. She looked and she was red and screaming. She was in the rage. Trixie had unleashed her inner demons. Nancy smiled and went with it. Trixie had attempted to crawl off the mat and Nancy lined her up and kicked her between the legs. Trixie went down and was sobbing. Trixie was now begging. She heard herself say Mercy? Did you show me mercy? Now I’m suppose to? And she kicked the fallen Trixie across the face. Spit and blood flew from Trixie’s mouth. She was screaming at Trixie and Bob. Bob was rubbing his crotch. Didn’t matter who was winning, Bob was getting off on it. Nancy was still in her rage. She wanted to hurt Trixie. She was kicking Trixie but she didn’t like that. Punches? She really didn’t punch hard. What did she have at her disposal to hurt Trixie? Nancy smiled and launched herself in the air. Bob’s eyes popped. Trixie received 200 lbs crashing down on her back. Trixie let out an ooof and began to scream and cry. Nancy had splat Trixie’s big boobs into the mat and rug. Nancy turned Trixie over and slapped at her breasts. Trixie was sobbing and begging. Nancy was tired of her and she sat on Trixie’s face. Do me she heard. Trixie did. Nancy came. Trixie was experienced. Nancy sat against the couch and spread her legs Trixie crawled over and did her again. Man is she good. I should have tried women years ago. Finally Nancy laid Trixie flat and covered her face with her ass. Nancy had never had anyone do, ooh man did that feel good. Nancy looked at Bob. She dragged Trixie over next to Bob. She knelt in front of Bob and pulled her pants down. He obviously had come, maybe multiple times but she did him again. She felt him ready to erupt. She jerked him off and pulled Trixie’s face in front and had Bob cum all over Trixie’s face. She told Bob that would be the last time she would do that. They were finished. Keep Trixie. Boyfiend? Boyfriend who allows her to have done what Trixie did and then what she had done to Trixie. He was a good boyfriend?
Nancy left. The next day of work she wore a shirt with 3 buttons undone and a short skirt. Trixie would quit 2 weeks later and Bob was gone 3 months later. Within a year Nancy would have one more fight and lose 20 lbs. She would have a boyfriend and a girlfriend. Hey best of both worlds.