Cum Kiss II
Garden House Brawl
Rikki vs. Karleen

Anyone who knows me knows I love what I do; though I have many critics I have no qualms or trepidation about organizing and promoting woman’s combat. As much as I love it nothing can take the place of the serendipitous and visceral thrill of just happening upon a good “girl scrap”.
Nothing like choosing a favorite fighter-girl on the fly; you go by instinct because you don’t know their backgrounds, skill level or even their reason for battle. You only know which one looks like a winner to you or in my case a completely unscientific method who ever I think is the sexiest. Sometimes I’m torn so I chose mid-fight based on the sexiest moves, holds or sounds a girl makes. Too much information? Oh well let me get to what I heard and saw…
Some friends of the family invited me to a Garden Party (the lady of the house had some remodeling done and wanted to show off her good taste or lack thereof). It was a West Indian affair so it so it evolved from a prim and proper social at 3:00pm social gathering to rum guzzling stomp fest by dusk. Everything was peace and love until 39 year old Karleen a friend of the lady of the house and closet lesbian and could no longer hold her pinned up lust for 28 year old Rikki a black American girl friend (traditional meaning, no funny business) of the lady of the house’s daughter Shala. The place was dimly lit and crowded like a sardine can, people could not help touch each other but what Kaleen was doing to Rikki’s butt was immoral and criminal. Rikki was trying her best to get away from the large muscular woman but to no avail. Finally Karleen pinned the young woman into a corner pressed her wide pelvis against Rikki’s well rounded backside and whispered these words balancing a half shot glass of Bacardi in one hand and blocking her victim’s way with the other; “You may run but ya' cyan hide cause big ma’am gwan mount ya’ backside wit me toolie tool an ram it up urass till ya say me name!”. Rikki pushed her way to freedom escaping the big woman’s advances and even her view for a while. Rikki did not want to spoil her friend’s mom’s party so she slipped out of the house via the pantry and went through the back yard to the Garden House so that she could gather her thoughts. Little did she know her new found nemesis was hot on her trial and saw her crossing the yard through the bay windows and I was close behind her. Shortly after Rikki arrived inside the garden house the horny Malestina burst through the door with a strap-on in hand, Rikki’s eyes bulged in surprise; “Your are one sick old byatch!”
“Maybe so but me nah ‘ave time to chat wit ya now gal jus strip down unless ya wan me soil ya pretty dress so”; retorted Karleen.
“Tell you what you old @$$ Dyke I’m gonna strip cause not messin’ up my dress (Rikki began to strip as did Karleen) is the only thing we can agree on. This $#!%! ain’t gonna turn out like you think, I’m gonna whoop yo’ big coaconu dyke @$$! Chi-Town Style, then I’m gonna crack yo P()$$%! Since you don’t know what it’s for and then I’m gonna’ use that dildo on you OZ Style. Last but not least I’m gonna make you call me Mama” answered Rikki. (By this time they both had stripped down to their panties; their clothing including their bras were laid neatly to the side).
There was an “8x8” open space in the center of the Garden House; they rush to meet each other in the middle of this area. When they were close Karleen swung with a right hook that would have made Ving Rhames proud except it did not connect; Rikki had reflexes like a young mongoose slipped the punch by centimeters while delivering an upper cuff to Karleen’s massive right mammary diving the nipple to an erect position and causing the big woman to scream like Mariah. While passing with her counter attack the beautiful and subtle Rikki landed a backward jab to Karleen’s ear knocking her off balance. Rikki turned and then leaped onto Karleen’s back mounting her in a rear naked choke (Rikki’s small but muscular arms constricting the carotid arteries and thighs constricting Karleen’s abdomen when she exhaled). Karleen could not rip Rikki off her back so to break the strangulation hold she rammed her backward into a hard wooden table that was holding potted plants that jumped at the impact and slid off breaking on the floor. Karleen spun about and launched a Tyso-like attack on the small girl with the dancer’s frame; a lesser female would have folded but Rikki was a trained boxer, jiu jitsu and good old fashion Southside Street fighting so she bobbed weaved blocked and just took some hellified blows. Rikki was also returning fire; not with the same power but faster and with pinpoint accuracy.
While Karleen worked Rikki’s head, shoulders arms and sides with the twin force of a falling sledge hammers Rikki pepper the big girl with crisp punches to the head neck collarbones and tits. After five minutes of non stopped fist fire they rested in a mutual collar and elbow tie-up. They pushed each other back and forth both hoping to be the first to catch her second wind and gain the upper hand. The beauty of their moist striated feminine physiques waltzing in the moonlight showcasing their matchless African lower halves were breathtaking to say the least. Karleen’s body was a peanut butter hued duplicate of Serena Williams substantial, well-formed, every powerful inch sexy and lethal and Rikki’s body reminiscent of an Alvin Allie principal dancer who was blessed with delicious cinnamon tinged skin, a small and muscular v-shaped top, a cascading abdominal musculature that waterfall into a magnificently formed hip and buttocks apparatus quaking with the promise of power. Rikki’s long legs and diamond shape calves gave her a stance that explained her ability to drive the big girl rearward at will. They both were superb combatants but one of them had to fall.
It is said that all battle that does not end quickly regresses back to the original combat sport: “grappling” and it was true for these to fighting vixens. After they tested each other with bombastic fisticuffs they commenced tripping, flipping, slamming and driving each other into the concrete deck in a “tit-for-tat” fashion that could only be described as spanking the floor with one another. The deck was smeared with a strangely scented mixture of blood sweat and tears which caused them to lose their footing; Karleen secured a vice like headlock with her mighty python-like arms and Rikki countered by inversely contorting her lower half to lock on a smothering figure four headlock. Rikki did not waste time trying to break Karleen's punishing hold that had her groaning aloud for the first time in the battle but she wisely increased her thigh grip by reaching up and back grabbing her free ankle like a lever. Now Karleen joined her as a partner in a duet of painful cries. While both Karleen’s arms were occupied Rikki had a free hand that she made quick use of. Rikki applied a claw hold to Karleen’s right inner thigh restricting blood flow in a main artery and almost immediately numbing her leg. Karleen loosened her headlock Rikki escaped then curiously she released the big brown Dahomey (Black Amazons) from her grip and allowing them both to rise to their feet.
“Mistake likal Byatch!” barked Karleen. “Let’s Finish dis!”
“Yes let’s” replied Rikki with a stoic resolve.
They ran at each other Karleen screeching out a battle cry that would have been heard not only by the party inside but by neighbors blocks away if it were not for the pounding sound of Reggae and Soca music from the DJ’s booming sound system. Musashi said that ‘the large combatant must smother the smaller like a hand smothers a small flame’ hence Karleen came at Rikki like the Hulk after Spider Man. Like Spider Man Rikki ducked sliding on her knees to the side of Karleen and with cat-like speed she rammed a panther fist blow into Karleen’s pelvic bone. Alto to soprano was the best description of the sound that Kaleen made on and after contact; Karleen was frozen in pain bent over and on the balls of her feet. Rikki circled her and carefully placed the big girl in a Japanese Abdominal Stretch (Rikki placed Karleen’s head between her legs, barred her arm, lock her thigh about Karleen’s twisted Karleen’s torso and jammed her elbow into Karleen’s kidney) and with no delay she took her to the floor in an excruciating Octopussy Stretch Lock Rikki wrapped one thigh about Karleen’s face, she bar-locks Karleen’s right arm and leg bars Karleen’s left leg with her right leg from underneath the big girl. Now to add injury to injury Rikki clamps on a Kama Sutra Cootchie Lock on to an already damaged vaginal area. Rikki’s grip caused Karleen to beg for mercy; “Lawd 'ave 'mucee' please release me 'pun pun'; please ya' crackin' me bloodclot!” but no quarter was to be given Rikki did not let go until she heard a pop. Rikki released the bizarre hold leaving the mammoth beauty writhing in pain. “I will let Murlene know where you are” offered Rikki as she mercifully relented and walked toward her clothing. “F()@%! You Yank B!%@#!; cried Kaleen.
“Excuse the F()@%! out of me?!” Byatch you tried to rape me like some bull dyke in 70’s B Prison Girl movie and I let yo big @$$! Go when I should have killed yo’ big mannish @$$?!.
“Yeah F()%! You!” Karleen foolishly retorted still holding her private.
Ok B!%@#! F()@%! Me; speaking to herself in repetition as she rushed back to deliver a stomp to Karleen’s face with the edge of her foot dazing her and kicked her in the solar plexus taking her air and further disorienting the big girl. Rikki flipped Karleen onto her stomach place her knees in her back reached for her wrists and flexed Karleen’s arms completely out of socket then letting them flop to the ground. With a glazed look while murmuring “F()@%! Me?!” over and over Rikki went to where Karleen left her clothing and the strap-on, she put on the strap-on adjusted it to fit then walked back to Karleen kicked her a few more times and stripped off Karleen’s panties. Rikki positioned Karleen on her knees @$$! Up, converted Karleen’s panties into a nasty bridle then plunged the apparatus deep beyond Karleen’s gluteus divide and began ridding like a Buffalo Soldier after a Sioux Warrior. Karleen could only relieve the pressure flexing and receiving the unwanted invasion. Hence the sight and sound of the assault appeared at first glance to be consensual like some great brown beast gorging it’s self on a fresh kill. “No more, no more, no more please Miss Rikki!” Karleen begged. Karleen’s face exposed every vein and she leaked sweat, tears and snot which soaked the panties lodged in her mouth. I would have sworn that Rikki heard some primordial drum cadence as her succulent glutei danced and prodigious thighs quaked with every mighty thrust. Mercilessly Rikki served as Karleen’s gyratory dry enema until she (Rikki) was exhausted. Rikki then unstrapped herself but left the dildo inside of her convulsing victim; she then dried herself off with Karleen’s clothing and discarded them.
Universal humiliation in a “girl fight” surprisingly is not sodomy but “face sitting” so much so that a common Jamaican taunt is “Cum kiss Up Me BloodKlot!”. Rikki whispered this in Karleen’s ear and Karleen began to whimper; “Yes, yes “in shame; she wanted no more pain from her young Mistress. Rikki never indulged before but her hatred for Karleen was unbridled and so she sat down wrapped her thighs around Karleen’s upper body and played “the Alien on top of Executive Officer Kane”. Her libidinous act was most evident by her oscillating glutei and incomparable flexing abdominal rack and when Rikki was sure that her aftertaste would be with Karleen for a long, long time she unfolded her mighty thighs and released her.. Rikki then dragged Karleen’s wet convulsing body by her tress and right tit to her car drove her near the closest hospital emergency room then called 911 on Karleen’s cell to give the location then drove away in the night.