“Udder Destruction”

By Jaguar8

Ron smiled bemusedly as he watched two of his most attractive female wrestlers tangle in a dingy but atmospheric Golden State gym. Pretty Sally and BJ had just begun their bout on the mats.
As the impresario of one of the country’s premiere catfighting video establishments, he’d built a bustling and profitable business selling videotapes and photo sets of fighting women.
Most of the gals in his wrestling/boxing stable were quite fetching. Some oozed sex appeal. Others fought with an unmatched ferocity. A few were quite agile and fit.
But no one equaled Pretty Sally. Not even the legendary Uschi Digard, the queen of soft-core porn---and a Russ Meyer favorite on the silver screen.
Uschi’s gargantuan natural jugs and intense sensuality made her seem indomitable.
As a fighter, Digard used her bombastic demeanor and big breasts to cow other women; but Uschi could be beaten.
Pretty Sally, however, was pretty much unbeatable. And her breasts---though smaller than Uschi’s massive 44F tits---were more captivating. Medium-sized and uber-firm, Pretty Sally’s succulent teats never sagged or drooped. And her sensual areolae totally outclassed Uschi’s.
Blessed with natural pugilistic skill, Pretty Sally was as wily and dominant as she was alluring and strong. It was only a matter of time before these two women met in naked combat.
This is that tale of feminine fury, domination and humiliation.

Pretty Sally was currently kicking the living crap out of BJ, a beautiful and buxom African-American woman. By virtue of her wrestling skills, strength, sky-high IQ and victories, BJ was the reigning Female Champion of Ron’s Golden State gym---and the favorite to win this match.
But the ultra-chesty champ had never fared well against Pretty Sally.
Clad in a skin-tight silvery leotard, Pretty Sally coupled her significant height advantage with a canny ability to intimidate, confound, outmaneuver and pummel the lightly-complected black girl.
BJ’s wore a tiny micro-mini string bikini, which left almost nothing to the imagination.
“Another day, another beatdown, eh, BJ!” taunted Beauteous Sally as she placed her foe in a tight headlock and repeatedly pumped bare-knuckled blows to her foe’s head.
THUMP-THUMP-THUMPETTY-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP-THUMPETTY-THUMP!
“Gahhhh . . .Ohhhhh . .. Owwww!” moaned the bosomy gal.
“Ye gads! What’s with that plastered hairdo, bitch?” queried Sweet and Sexy Sally examining the slickness of BJ’s new close-cropped mane. The tall woman smeared some of the gunk from BJ’s hair---which clung to the Beauteous One’s knuckles---all over her foe’s face. But some of the product wound up staining Pretty Sally’s leotard.
For whatever reason, the African-American gal had severely cut her normally lustrous locks and slicked-back her hair so that the coarse split-ends flipped up in a reverse bob. This gave Sally yet another psychological advantage.
The statuesque Caucasian woman’s boasted a long, flowing brunette mane that cascaded sexily down her shoulders. And this was in stark contrast to BJ’s sad-sack, slick-backed coiffure,
Having shed her stained leotard, the now buck nekkid white woman posed prettily, showing off the her svelte figure---and then continued to maul BJ, who was stumbling around in a stupor from the many punches to the head she’d absorbed at Pretty Sally’s hands.
A loud SMACK! punctured the air as Pretty Sally’s filthy right hook connected with BJ’s jutting jaw.
The Beauteous White Woman followed up her attack with a left fist to her dumbfounded foe’s right cheekbone.
“Guhhhhhuuuuugh!” exclaimed BJ.
Pretty Sally completed her punching barrage by launching a picture-perfect uppercut to the big-breasted rag doll’s chin.
Down went BJ.
Now flat on her back, the pain-wracked ebony gal looked up in fear at the strutting white woman who was so easily kicking her butt.
The Beauteous One then disdainfully hauled BJ up by her ears---and rammed her trembling foe into the wall near Ron’s desk.
“CRACKKKK!” sounded across the room; “SMACCKKKKKCKT!” screamed BJ’s massive boobs as they pancaked into the plaster.
The force of the collision made BJ fall back onto the desk with a thud.
“Always knew you were a weakling, BJ. Maybe you’re better stick to a desk job!” joked Pretty Sally as she grabbed her hapless opponent’s split-ends and cruelly banged BJ’s head once, twice, thrice and four times on the edges of the metallic desk.
“Gahhhhhhhhhhh! OW! Owwwwwwww!!! Guhhhhhhhhh!” yelled BJ.
Smiling joyously at the pain she’d inflicted, the taller female watched her foe stagger like a prat-falling clown. BJ’s gelatinous jugs jiggled sloppily in her tiny bikini top as her whole body quaked in fear.
“So overpowering . . . !” mumbled the trembling African-American wrestler.
The Gorgeous White Gal grinned at BJ’s incoherence, quickly resuming the drubbing of her spastic rival.
“Boy, you are one stupid cunt!” said a supercilious Pretty Sally, swiftly stripping BJ of her flimsy top and issuing rapid-fire rights and lefts to the black gal’s sloshy melons..
“SMACK-SMACKETTY-SMACK-SPLATT-SMACK-SMACKETTY-SPLATT-SMACKETTY-SMACK!”
BJ was reeling from the Beauteous One’s bare-knuckled onslaught. Despite her prodigious strength---and track record of victories against several female fighters in Ron’s stable of beauties---BJ was defenseless against her haughty white opponent---time and time again
But why was this so? BJ was a young---younger than Pretty Sally---highly intelligent and skilled wrestler. She should have more than held her own against her older opponent. Maybe BJ was just plain scared? Or maybe BJ was a coward, the kind that caves at the first sign of a superior foe.
Grinning gloriously, Pretty Sally continued working the black gal over, insolently pounding every square inch of BJ’s lovely but useless frame.
“THUMP-THUMP-THUMPETTY -THUD-THUMP-WHOOOMP-WHOOOOMP-WHOOOOOMP!!! THWACK-THUMP! POW-CRACK-WHOOOUUMP!”
“Don’t you just love these sounds, BJ? Making mincemeat of your overrated body is music to mine ears,” sneered the contemptuous white woman as her fists throttled the younger black woman without let up
“Guhhhhh! Oof! Guhhhhhhhhhhh . . . duhhhh-duuhh! Owwwwwww! Ohhhhhhhhh! Guhghh! OOF!” cried the overwhelmed BJ.
Next came a swift knee-lift to BJ’s jaw that sent the busty black babe to the floor.
“Uhhhhhhh!” grunted BJ as she went down.
Sally laughed at the sight of her humbled foe.
A skilled scientific wrestler, Sally boasted an all-American beauty coupled with a stripper’s sensuality. Sally knew her sweet teats outclassed all of her big-breasted rivals’ tit-ware. But her easy mastery over BJ was in a class all its own.
“Inferior is as inferior does!” chortled the older woman.
Scooping BJ up by her ugly doo, Pretty Sally smashed a roundhouse right to the African- American gal’s jaw. Then came a left fist to the cheekbone.
“Your big fat tits can’t help you here, BJ!” taunted Pretty Sally as she punched her reeling foe’s gelatinous right breast.
“Gahhhhruugh,” grunted BJ.
Then came a hammer-like fist to the wobbly black chick’s left breast.
“Gahhhh . . .Ohhh . . . uhhhhh!” bleated the backpedaling BJ.
Pretty Sally quickly went to work on BJ’s soft breadbasket, depositing fist after fist into the beautiful black gal’s squishy gut.
“Ooof-oof-oof! OOOOOOF! Gahhh! Oof-oof-oof!” yelped the hopelessly outmatched BJ.
Satisfied that BJ’s midsection had been sufficiently tenderized, Pretty Sally once again turned her focus to those spongy ebony breasts.
The Beauteous One’s beatdown of her foe’s blubbery teats wasn’t fast and furious this time. No, Pretty Sally wanted to relish her domination and humiliation of the African American. So the white gal slowly and contemptuously clouted her opponent’s gigantic jugs with bare-knuckled disdain, announcing each punch as it smacked into the BJ’s flopping tit meat.
“Here comes a haymaker to your left flopper, girl!” chortled the Beauteous One as her fist smashed beautifully into BJ’s dangling breast.
“SMACK!” reverberated around the gym as BJ grimaced in pain.
The statuesque white woman’s exquisitely manicured fingers of her left hand clenched, forming a fist that smashed into the side-boob of the overwhelmed younger female’s plump right tit.
“SPLATT!”
Pretty Sally smiled broadly, asking: “How do you like my side-winding breast-punch, BJ?”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” groaned the black gal.
Stunned into a stupor by Pretty Sally’s fistic dominance, BJ was unable to do anything but absorb the terrific beating. A once formidable fighter, the ebony wrestler had now become the white woman’s punching-bag dummy. BJ’s arms were useless, frozen in fear as the Sweet One pummeled the younger gal’s ample torso with gusto.
BJ’ left teat took the next blow, a thunderous punch that targeted the black gal’s large areola.
“Guhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” groaned the nearly unconscious BJ, slumping to her knees.
Pretty Sally seized on BJ’s helplessness to further humiliate her foe, rocketing lefts and rights to the younger woman’s face. The black gal was punch drunk, her head swiveling from side to side with every booming clout.
BJ’s visage lumped up sweetly as Pretty Sally landed vicious punch after punch with delicious impunity.
“WHOOMP! THWACK! WHOOMP-WHOOMP! SMACK!”

BJ tottered like a child’s punching bag balloon, eliciting derisive laughter from Sexy Sally: “You’re in way over your head, bitch! Haha, haha, Ah-Ha Ha!”
Though she was the reigning female champion, the African-American fighter was thoroughly outclassed by the older white woman. Frightened by Pretty Sally’s superior ring skills---and being pummeled without letup---BJ had become the Beauteous One’s personal rag-doll.
At one moment, though, Sweet Sally stopped her fistic humiliation of BJ, noticing that Ron was animatedly chatting up a handsome guy who’d entered the gym.
Pretty Sally stopped and winked at the good-looking stranger---and then returned to whupping her hapless opponent.
“Oof! OOf-oof! OOF-OOF-OOF! OOF!” yelped BJ as Pretty Sally once again worked over the ebony girl’s soft and spongy belly.
Seeking to display her near total mastery over poor BJ, Pretty Sally plunged her fists deeper and deeper into the black gal’s gut, pounding it relentlessly and without a shred of mercy.
“Oof-oof-oof! OOF-OOf! Oof-oof-OOF!” grunted BJ
“Fat tits, mushy mid-section and no fighting ability---that’s all you are, BJ! Ha,Ha,HaHa!” boasted Pretty Sally in dispensing more suffering to the outmatched younger gal.
The Beauteous One then switched gears began pummeling BJ’s massive cow-teats---catching the attention of the handsome stranger, who smiled and nodded his approval!
“Thumpetty-thump-thump! Smacketty-smack-SMACK! THWAP-THWAPETTY-SMACK!”
“OOF-oof-oof-Gahhhhhh!” moaned BJ as Pretty Sally dished out more tit-meat punishment, winking and smiling at the handsome stranger with every blow to her inferior opponent’s sloppy mammaries.
The nearly unconscious black gal started to pitch forward, but Pretty Sally took hold of her foe’s head and stuffed it between two sturdy alabaster thighs.
Grabbing BJ’s arms, Pretty Sally pulled both of the BJ’s arms back and high above her head.
Pretty Sally smiled wickedly as the ebony gal’s head was crushed between the older woman’s creamy white thighs---while BJ’s arms were stretched to the breaking point.
“Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” screamed BJ.
This vise-like standing head-scissor hold caught the attention of Ron.
The proprietor of the female wrestling studio strolled over to the combatants, addressing Pretty Sally as she continued to devastate a nearly incapacitated BJ.
“Now . . . don’t hurt her,” mumbled Ron, which really meant ‘hurt BJ a whole lot more.’
“You mean like this,” smirked Pretty Sally as her thighs squeezed BJ’s head even harder.
“Ohhhhhhh . . . OWWWWWWW . . . Guhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” yelled younger woman.
“And this,” smiled Pretty Sally as she wickedly bent both of BJ’s wrists.
“OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW . . .OHHHHHH . . I g-ggive . . .”stammered BJ.
“What’s that’s, BJ?” asked the Beauteous One, pretending not to hear the black woman’s surrender.
“I . . . g-g-gg-gg-give. . . OHHH, I GIVE!!!!” yelled a sobbing BJ.
“Ron . . . I think she gives,” smirked Pretty Sally, bending BJ’s wrists even more.
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—GAHHHHH!” screamed the hapless BJ
“Are you surrendering, BJ?”
“I-I-I . . . g-g-g-giv---“mumbled the black female.
“Do you give, BJ? Are you surrendering the first fall, girl?” smiled Sexy Sally in full control of her African-American rag doll.
The ebony fighter had been thoroughly crushed by Pretty Sally. BJ was a magna cum laude graduate of UCLA---and still the current champ of Ron’s Golden State gym. She had defeated a score of opponents during her reign. But Pretty Sally owned BJ. And this was just the first fall.
Maybe, BJ thought, I should just surrender the whole match. No!---I—I can’t do that---said the proud African-American woman to herself.
But the reality of her current predicament made a surrender of the first fall the only option.
“I-I-I . . . GIVE . . .!” yelled BJ.
“How do you give, bitch?” said Sadistic Sally, nearly bending BJ’s wrists to the breaking point.
“Ohhhhhhhhh. . . please . . . I’m begging . . . stop . . . STOP the pain. I give . .. I surrender the f-f-f-f-fall!”gasped BJ.
Satisfied that she’d sufficiently humbled her foe, Pretty Sally bent BJ’s wrists one final time.
“AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” screamed BJ, collapsing to the floor.
Sexy Sally smiled at her splendid handiwork. BJ was curled up on her knees in an ignominious quasi-fetal position with her ass up in the air; her gnarled hands looked nearly broken at the wrists---and she was stifling a sob.
“Help her up,” suggested Ron disingenuously.
“Sure, Ron. We wouldn’t want BJ to forfeit the match after just one fall,” grinned Pretty Sally.
So the Beauteous One lifted BJ up by the arm pits, making sure that the black gal was standing upright.
Then Pretty Sally pretended to brush some dust particles off of her hobbled foe. “It wouldn’t do to have you looking dingy and dirty---though you did spend a lot of time on the floor, BJ. Tee-hee-hee!” cackled Pretty Sally.
A thoroughly beaten BJ just stood there, tottering and swaying, as the powerful white woman buried a swift right and left deep into the folds of the black gal’s belly,
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF!” cried BJ.
As her foe bent at the waist, Pretty Sally uncorked a thunderous uppercut to her wobbly woman’s waiting chin, kayoing BJ.
Pretty Sally grinned with glee watching the gallant African-American woman’s body hit the floor with a massive impact.
“KATHHOOOOUMMMMMMMMMMMP!”
“Impressive. And Sexy!” announced the handsome stranger, approaching the fetching and sexy Pretty Sally.
“Oh, you mean my drubbing of that cowardly cow? Thank you, gorgeous!” replied Pretty Sally, inching ever closer to the dashing fellow.
Ron joined the duo, formally introducing the handsome stranger to the Beauteous One: “Pretty Sally, this is Ron, Uschi Digard’s husband.”
By now, Pretty Sally had one arm around the handsome chap’s waist and the other on his shoulder.
“I’ll call you Ronnie. Is that okay, handsome?” gushed Sweet and Sensual Sally, planting a tongue-lingering kiss on the cheek of Uschi Digard’s husband.
“More than okay!” enthused Ronnie, French-kissing Pretty Sally full on the mouth---and squeezing her left tit.
“What will Uschi say?” teased the willowy female fighter, reciprocating Ronnie’s kiss with some torrid tongue action of her own.
“Guess she’ll have to take it up with you, beautiful!” responded Ronnie.
“And she’ll be sorry she ever did,” cooed Pretty Sally, lasciviously flicking her tongue along Ronnie’s neck.
“Is that right?” asked a playful Ronnie.
“Damn straight. I’ll school that overrated sow something fierce,” boasted Pretty Sally.
“Think so?” inquired the Uschi’s handsome husband.
“Of course, Ronnie. I already own your cow-titted wife---just a much as I own BJ,” said the Beauteous One.
“You do?”
“Yesssiree! About a month ago, I had a bout with a tall and powerful blonde. She calls herself Miss Germany. And she’s supposed to be unbeatable,” recounted Pretty Sally.
“But you trounced her,” said Ronnie.
“Of course---and with ease!” replied Beateous Sally
“I’m so proud of you!” said Ronnie, bending down to suck each of Pretty Sally’s sweet areolae.
“Mmmmmmm. But wait till I tell you the best part, Ronnie!” cooed the Beauteous One.
“I gather that Miss Germany didn’t know what hit her,” added Ronne.
“Yeah! She’s a big-boned cunt whose height intimidates most of the other gals around here. But Miss Deutschland’s nose is hooked and beaked. And her tits are shaped like droopy pears,” retorted Sweet Sally.
“Soooo . . . I gather your beauty and firm breasts intimidated her,” daid Ronnie.
“Right on the money, Ronnie honey,” cooed the Beauteous One.
“How did you subdue the bitch?” quizzed Uschi’s enraptured husband, once again licking Pretty Sally’s luscious areolae.
Nodding in the direction of the prostrate BJ, who was still unconscious---and lying flat on her back--- under Pretty Sally’s foot---the Beauteous One replied: “Subduing bitches---dumb weaklings like BJ---is my business.”
“Certainly seems that way,” said Ronne, inhaling the whole of Pretty Sally’s left breast.
Luxuriating in Ronnie’s suction of her teat, Pretty Sally continued her tale: “The Bavarian bitch thought she could take me out right away. But when she raced in, I sent a left hook into her big schnozz. Her nose spurted blood, and I followed that up with a right cross to the mouth that cut her lip.
Then I quickly tore her bikini top off so the blood would drbble onto those ugly pulpy tits. Fearing for her sorry boobs, Miss Germany brought her arms up to protect them taters. But that allowed me to pound her fleshy gut with repeated left-right combinations!”
“And Miss Germany’s reaction?” inquired Ronne.
“The cunt was defenseless. All she could do was grunt ‘Oof-oof-OOF!” as my fists sank deeper and deeper into her mid-section. Ha,Ha, Ha! I made mincemeat of her belly!” boasted Pretty Sally.
“So she was pounded, blood-splattered and beaten already,” stated Ronnie, kissing each of Pretty Sally’s Sweet Teats.
“Pretty much. But I wanted her to submit!” said the Beauteous One.
“The first fall?” asked Ronnie.
“No, the whole fucking match, my darling Ronnie!” responded Pretty Sally.
“Did she?” asked Ronnie.
“The ugly kraut was reeling from the gut-punching I’d given her. Her arms were lank twigs. And she was bent at the waist, blood-stained tits swaying and drooping. So I nailed her with an uppercut that straightened the wench up. Next came a right hook to the temple, followed by a left cross to the mouth,” said Pretty Sally.
Aroused by Pretty Sally’s tale of fistic mastery, Ronnie’s already stiffening cock grew. Pretty Sally noticed, unzipped the handsome man’s fly and began stroking his pulsating dick. At the same time, she began stomping BJ’s face and tits---though the black gal was still unconscious and on the floor---with her foot.
“Mmmmmm . . . ahhhhhh . . . .you’re so hot!” moaned Ronnie as Pretty Sally continued to massage his cock, intermittently flicking her tongue in his ear and up and down his neck.
Knowing she had Uschi Digard’s husband completely in her grasp, Pretty Sally continued her tale of triumph: “Miss Germany was now lying in a heap on the floor. So I put her in a sleeper hold, which was also a choke hold. In two seconds flat, she gurgled ‘I g-g-give.’ I asked her again, applying more pressure on her head and neck: ‘Give? Give what, Miss Bony Germany?’
“So what gives, HaHaHa?” joked Ronnie.
“Miss Germany. But I wanted to stomp her anyway! Take the whore out---as it were,” smiled the Beauteous One
As Pretty Sally recounted her story, BJ began to stir and awaken. Frightened by her rival’s aweome cruelty---and strength---the African-American female began to kiss and lick Pretty Sally’s foot, which was currently planted on BJ’s face.
“Looks like you’ve made an impression on BJ,” noted Ronnie.
“I’ll take care of that coward in just a little bit. But let me finish telling you about Miss Germany’s fate.”
“Do tell,” said Uschi Digard’s captivated hubby.
“Crushing her head was so much fun, but I wanted something more definitive. So I lifted the beaten bitch upside down, put her noggin between by thighs and executed a picture-perfect piledriver,” crowed Pretty Sally.
“And?” asked Uschi Digard’s captivated husband.
Before responding, Beauteous Sally motioned for the slobbering BJ undefoot to lick the older woman’s sole. And the supine black woman dutifully complied, using her tongue with a fervor born of fear and obedience.
“Miss Germany crumpled like a rag doll,” continued Pretty Sally. “I kicked her in the ribs and stomped her already flimsy tits flat. I just wanted to make sure the bitch was good and unsconscious. Then I placed my foot on her face, sticking my big toe in the nostril of her big beak. Ron came over and raised my arm in victory.”
“Yep, I did,” said the owner of the female wrestling group.
“What about Miss Germany?” queried Uschi’s hubby.
“I called an ambulance for her. Miss Gemany was in awful shape: bloodied, bruised, battered and . . .---” interjected Ron, the owner before being interrupted by the Beauteous One..
“Unconscious. Gloriously unconscious!” exclaimed Pretty Sally, who now rewarded BJ’s obsequious groveling by kicking her servile foe to the nearby wall.
“That’s one sweet victory over Miss Germany. Very sweet!” moaned Ronnie, Uschi’s husband.
“It gets sweeter, Ronnie. As they lifted Miss Germany onto the stretcher---and did I tell you the ugly bitch seemed pretty lifeless?---I began touching up my makeup and tossing my hair, admiring myself in the mirror. That’s when I noticed Uschi lurking about,” said Pretty Sally.
“So what happened?” asked Ronnie
“Your fat-titted wife was trying sneak out, hoping to avoid me.”
“Did you confront her?” asked Ronnie
Pretty Sally licked Ronnie’s neck an nibbled his ear as she answered: “ You bet your sweet cock I did. Before she could make a quick exit, I blocked the door with my naked body and asked her ‘Going somewhere, Uschi?’ Your saggy-titted cow of a wife trembled as I got into her face, my glistening and firm orbs looming over Uschi’s drooping udders.”
“Mmmmmmm!” moaned an enraptured Ronnie.
“Before I continue, handsome, let me dispose of BJ. And just bear in mind that this weakling defeated your wifey on more than one occasion!”said Pretty Sally, referencing the black gal the tall white female had thoroughly woman-handled..
However, BJ wanted no part of Pretty Sally---and attempted to placate the Caucasian woman by furiously licking each toe of her foe’s foot.
But Pretty Sally was having none of that, using that selefsame foot to stomp the helpless beauty in the forehead. The wickedly cruel white woman then kicked BJ’s back, ribs and noggin.
The Beauteous One ratcheted up her attack.“Watch this antebellum action, Ronnie!” exclaimed as Pretty Sally lifted BJ up by the head and smashed a roundhouse right into the her foe’s jaw. Next came a sledgehammer left to the black woman’s right ear, a straight-on punch to BJ’s nose and a fist that exploded on the African-American gal’s forehead.
“Your Mistress is going to give you a sweet shellacking, BJ!” boasted Pretty Sally
“Uhhhhhhh. . . Ohhhhhhh . . . Gahhhhh!” moaned the tottering black gal.
The Sweet and Beauteous Sally’s next blow was a jolting uppercut that put BJ flat on her back. Sauntering over to the overwhelmed younger woman, Pretty Sally bent down and removed BJ’s flimsy bikini top.
“No need for this top, is there, BJ?” laughed the haughty older woman as she slid to the floor and applied a painful scissor hold on her hapless foe.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . gahhhhhhh!” yelled BJ.
Pretty Sally’s powerful thighs were crushing BJ’s head. And the younger gal was writhing in pain, spittle gurgling out of the side of her mouth.
Flexing her right bicep in a display of superiority---and smiling wickedly---Sweet Sally continued to tighten her grip on the struggling ebony chick.
An entranced Ronnie watched in awe as Pretty Sally lorded it over BJ.
The Sexy and Beauteous Sally kept pouring on the pressure until it looked like the black gal’s head was about ready to burst. Beaming with smugness, Pretty Sally then asked BJ: “Will you do nude?”
“Y-Y-Yes, I’ll do anything . . . now p-please s-s-.. .”
“What’s that, BJ?” inquired Pretty Sally, squeezing her thighs even tighter.
“I g-g-give u-up . . .” cried the helpless younger gal.
Seeking to prolong her opponent’s humiliation, Pretty Sally turned to Ron, the wrestling impresario. “Ron, I think BJ is conceding the fall.”
Ron walked over to the wrestlers, noted that BJ was nearly toast and disingenuously asked the losing black gal: “Can you try to get out of this hold?”
“Uhhhh . . . guhhhhhh . .!” gurgled BJ
“Try and get out of it, BJ. You can do it!” urged a smirking Ron.
“Ohhhhhhhhh . . . . guhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The p-p-ain! I g-g-giv---” screamed a hopeless, hapless BJ.
“I think she gives, Ron!” smiled Pretty Sally, tightening her thigh hold even more---and reaching over to contemptuously twist her opponent’s nose.
“She’s done for, Pretty Sally. Maybe you should let her concede the fall before she passes out,” said Ron.
“Or worse . . . HaHaHaHa!” laughed the Mighty Sally
“Yeah , , , HaHaHaHa!” guffawed the wrestling impresario.
“Well, if BJ agrees to do the next fall in the nude, maybe I’ll let her live. HaHaHaHa!” roared the Beauteous Sally.
“Ohhh . . . please . . . I g-g-give . . . Missus Sally . . . I-I-I give . . .!” cried the thoroughly humbled BJ.
“What’s that, you stupid cunt?” asked Pretty Sally, sticking her fingers in BJ’s mouth, grabbing the younger woman’s upper teeth and forcefully pulling them back.
“Guhhhhhhhhhh . . . . gahh . . ugfh!” gurgled a frightened BJ.
“I know you’re surrendering, dumb-ass! But will you wrestle in the nude for the next fall?” inquired the dominating white gal.
Sensing she was in imminent danger of losing much more than the match, BJ dutifully loosened the strings on her bikini bottom.
Pretty Sally smiled with wicked glee, continuing to tighten her thigh hold on her opponent’s head---while still prying open the naked BJ’s mouth.
And then the haughty older woman relented, releasing her physically and psychologically humiliated foe.
Standing arm akimbo, Pretty Sally beamed with joy as the beaten BJ got on all fours, crawled over to the white woman and began obsequiously kissing, slurping and licking her opponent’s feet. “T-T-Thank you . . . t-t-thank y-y-you for releasing me, Missus . . . Pretty Missus Sally!” slobbered BJ.
“Good choice, cow-tits! Now lick the soles of my feet before heading to your corner!”
Dutifully obeying, rag-doll BJ extended her tongue----as Pretty Sally lifted one foot and then the other---and began licking the dirt and particles adhering to both of the Beauteous One’s feet.
The older woman smirked as BJ completed her ignominious task and crawled to the opposing corner of the room to await the next fall.

Ron raced over to BJ. But he wasn’t really concerned with her welfare. Pretending to give the demoralized fighter a pep-talk, the owner urged BJ not to give up. “You’re smart and strong, BJ. You can take Pretty Sally. Just hang tough and go get her!”
His words were meaningless. Ron just wanted the naked BJ---and her enormous dangling boobs---to absorb an even bigger beating from Pretty Sally. Videotape sales would go through the roof.

When the second and deciding fall began, BJ came roaring out of her corner. And why shouldn’t she? Beautiful, brainy and ferociously strong, she had all the attributes to make a comeback and give Pretty Sally her comeuppance.
Pretty Sally was just finishing a torrid French kiss with Uschi Digard’s hubby, when she noticed her African-American opponent’s daring approach.
Fully expecting her thunderous right hook to connect with Pretty Sally’s jaw, BJ was stunned when the taller woman grabbed the African-American female’s fist in mid-air and bent it at the wrist.
“Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” howled BJ.
Before she knew it, BJ was punched. Pretty Sally smiled as she pasted the black gal’s nose flat with a senses-shattering clout.
“Guhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” screamed BJ.
Pretty Sally’s next move was to send a right hook of her own to BJ’s left temple; then came a flurry of rapid-fire jabs to the younger woman’s forehead. Pretty Sally continued her fistic offensive by pounding each of BJ’s cheek bones with relish.
“Gahhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ow-ow-ow-ow-OW! Urrrrrrkkkkk-uhhhhhhh!” gurgled BJ.
The gallant African-American fighter was nearly spent. A lesser woman would have fallen by now. But that mattered little to the cruel older woman who was beating BJ’s brains out. Battering BJ into complete subjugation was Pretty Sally’s only goal---except for coupling the bigger breasted female’s defeat with utter humiliation.
Such a display of dominance would further captivate Uschi’s husband, setting the stage for a showdown with that Digard bitch!
And so Pretty Sally went to work on BJ’s floppy fat tits, punching each sac of sloshy flesh with bare-knuckled fury.
“Smack-SMACK-SMACKETTY-Smack!” reverberated around the room as Pretty Sally’s fist smashed into the large areolae of BJ’s boobs.
“Ohhhhhhh! Guhhhhhh! Ow-Ow-Ow-uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” cried BJ as Pretty Sally sent uppercuts to each of BJ’s overweight tits.
The tall white woman did not ignore BJ’s side-boobs, smashing and mashing them into so much mincemeat.
“Ready to admit I’m the better woman, BJ?” inquired Pretty Sally.
“Guhhhhhhhh . . . y-y-yes, Missus . . . uhhh-owww-guhhhhh . . y-y-you are the better woman!” responded BJ as her right tit was pancaked by the Beauteous One’s powerful fist.

“And the more beautiful woman!” commanded Pretty Sally

“Y-y-yess . . . ohhhh . . . gahhhhh . . . uhhhhh---guhhh . . . You is the more beautiful woman, M-M-Missus!” gurgled BJ, wincing from Pretty Sally’s left hook to the black woman’s right side boob.
Continuing her interrogation, Pretty Sally lowered her sights and began punching BJ’s squishy belly. “Who’s the smarter woman, BJ?”
“Oof-Oof-OOF! Guhhh . . .ohhhhh . . OOF . . . OOF . . . OOF!” cried BJ as the white woman issued merciless left-right combinations to her foe’s gut.
Though possessing an IQ of 158 and enormous strength and skill, BJ had been outfought and outsmarted by Pretty Sally at every turn. The Beauteous One was in BJ’s head, for Pretty Sally had always managed to defeat BJ each time they fought. And all of the matches were routs, horrible shellackings. It was as if BJ’s keen mind short-circuited the minute she entered the ring with Pretty Sally.
“Answer my question, you fat-titted fucktard. Who’s smarter?” asked Pretty Sally.
Though her body and spirit had been beaten, crushed and humbled, BJ still had her pride---and the knowledge that she was a first rate scholar. So BJ remained silent, refusing to answer the condescending white woman.
But BJ’s resistance lasted only until Pretty Sally unleashed a flurry of punches to the African-American’s forehead, nose, ears and mouth, culminating in a massive wind-milling uppercut to BJ’s jutting jaw,
“KATHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMPPPPPP!”reverberated throughout the room as BJ landed flat on her back.
With Pretty Sally looming over her prostrate body, the beaten BJ murmured “Y-Y-You . . . is s-s-s-smarter, Missus.”
“Damn right, bitch! Mistress is more intelligent! Acknowledge my superiority by licking my ass!” commanded Pretty Sally.
An unsteady BJ got to her knees as Pretty Sally turned around, positioning her derriere in the younger woman’s face.
Kissing each of Pretty Sally’s butt cheeks, the tearful BJ prepared to lick her foe’s awaiting anus. But after plunging her tongue into Pretty Sally’s ass crack, BJ declared under her breath: Yet I’m still your SUPERIOR!”
Pretty Sally reacted to that proud act of defiance, swiftly lifting BJ up by her tits and sending a roundhouse right deep into the black gal’s soft gut.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOF!” cried BJ, bending at the waist.
Then the tall white woman began slapping BJ’s face to and fro.
“SLAPP-SLAPPETTY-SLAPP-SLAPPPPPPP-SLAPPETTY-SLAPP”
The courageous black gal winced as Pretty Sally easily dominated her with just one hand. Pain-wracked and humiliated, BJ fell to her knees in tears. Pretty Sally took that as a signal to continue the slapping beatdown.
Jerking BJ’s head back with her left hand, the haughty white female slapped, slapped and slapped her sobbing foe’s face silly.
“P-P-Please. …s-s-stop .. . “ cried BJ.
“Oh, I will, coward, but not before you beg to lick my anus! And then you’ll beg me to face-sit you with my ass-crack. Finally, you’ll thank my anus for face-sitting you.” retorted Pretty Sally.
“SLAPPPPPP!” said the contemptuous white woman’s hand as it smacked across the gallant BJ’s countenance.
Pretty Sally soon developed a rhythmic beat to her humbling beatdown of BJ.
Each slap elicited the big-breasted woman’s servile compliance with Pretty Sally’s commands.
“SLAPPPPP!”
“I-I . . .” stammered,” BJ
“What do you say, BJ?” inquired Pretty Sally.
“I-I-I . . . is b-b-begging to lick your anus,” muttered BJ,
“SLAPPPPPPP!:”
“Not good enough, coward!” intoned Pretty Sally
“I-I-I is begging to lick your beautiful anus, Missus. P-P-Please,” said BJ
Pretty Sally smiled, turned around and put her sweet derriere in BJ’s face. The defeated younger woman’s tongue began licking and slurping Pretty Sally’s ass crack for a full 5 minutes.
Pretty Sally turned around and issued yet another “SLAPPPPPPP!” to her foe’s face.
This was followed by a one-two combination to BJ’s mushy mid-section that elicited an “OOF-OOF!” from BJ. Pretty Sally followed this stomach pummeling with a right cross to the chin, dropping the black gal to the floor and flat on her back.
Pretty Sally smiled gloriously as she lowered her magnificent ass in a reverse face-sit over BJ’s face. The tall woman’s curvy derriere engulfed BJ’s entire face; and Pretty Sally made sure that her foe’s nose was firmly lodged in the white gal’s ass-crack.
Pretty Sally then performed a sitting version of the twist, swiveling her sexy hips and grinding her naked butt up and down on her beleaguered foe’s countenance.
After a full ten minutes of gyrating on BJ’s face and nose, Pretty Sally lifted her derriere. Before the imperious victrix could issue a command, though, her humiliated opponent spoke: “Thank you, anus of Missus Pretty Sally for face-sitting me.”
”Spoken like a true coward! HaHaHaHaHa . . . Ah. . HaHaHa!” roared Pretty Sally.
The Beauteous One gripped BJ’s mane and hauled her foe up against the wall. Smiling triumphantly at how her methodical hand-to-hand destruction of BJ had completely demoralized the African American, Pretty Sally spat in her opponent’s face.
Finally, Pretty Sally’s uncorked a perfect left-handed uppercut to BJ’s chin that left the gallant younger woman down, out and utterly defeated.
“Gnuuuuuuuhhhhh!” groaned BJ before falling into deep unconsciousness
“The WINNER----BY A KNOCKOUT----AND THE NEW CHAMPION . . . PRETTY SALLY!!!!!” announced Ron, holding up the white woman’s hand in triumph.
Pretty Sally flexed, preened and posed for Ronnie’s benefit. All the while, she kept her conquering foot on BJ’s battered face.
The victrix then scooped up the unconscious loser, hoisting BJ onto her shoulders. Pretty Sally sauntered over to the nearby storage closet and dumped BJ inside next to a pile of detergents, pails, brushes, brooms and a cheap plastic stool.
The New Champion sat the unconscious BJ on the stool. BJ’s fat sweaty teats drooped to the waist, touching the sweaty, spongy folds of her bruised belly. Her arms dangled uselessly by her side, and her open mouth revealed dripping spittle. Finally, Pretty Sally placed the rubber end of a toilet plunger on the defeated black gal’s head---as a dunce cap of shame
Pretty Sally kept the door open so that everyone could see her splendid handiwork.

Uschi Digard’s husband could no longer contain himself. Neither could Pretty Sally, who jumped into Ronnie’s waiting arms and onto his engorged dick.
The horny duo fucked furiously, and Ronnie was particularly entranced by Pretty Sally’s perfectly shaped tits---and her magnificent areolae. As he plowed the Beauteous One’s love canal, Uschi Digard’s husband sucked, licked and inhaled Pretty Sally’s exquisite areolae with unbridled passion.
“Better than Uschi’s ugly areolae, aren’t they, lover?” whispered Pretty Sally.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Without a doubt, my Sweet and Pretty Sally!” slobbered Ronnie as he sucked on his new woman’s nipples and traced circles with his tongue around her prominent areolae.
Emptying his seminal fluid deep and hard into Pretty Sally, Ronne let out a moan of orgasmic ecstasy.
“Now that you’re my lover, Uschi will have to fight me!” exclaimed the Beauteous One.
“And you’ll kick her ass!” responded Ronnie.
“Correction! I’ll kick, whip and crush Uschi’s FAT ass but good!” declared Pretty Sally.
“I like the sound of that,” replied Ronnie.

Later, when Ronnie returned home, Uschi could smell the scent of another woman on her man, But rather than berating her spouse, the voluptuous vixen tore off his pants, took his cock and placed it between her massive mammaries,
“No one can match my tits!” declared Uschi Digard as Ronnie’s schlanger engorged, sliding up and down her huge fleshy boobs.
“Ahhhhhhh!” moaned Ronnie, unable to contain his arousal.
Taking advantage of her husband’s stiffening dick, Uschi began licking the elongated, stem up and down. Then she licked his balls, nearly engulfing the entire scrotum in her mouth. Uschi finally took Ronnie’s cock and started to seriously fellate it.
Ronnie was ready to erupt, but just before he did, Uschi mounted her husband. He came in a great gusher of cum.
But just as he did, Uschi’s husband moaned, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . Pretty Sally!”
Uschi frowned in anger. Pretending she hadn’t heard the other woman’s name, the international queen of soft-core porn kissed her husband passionately and let him fall into deep slumber.
“I shall put a stop to this BITCH!” mutttered Uschi to herself.

The next morning, Uschi Digard headed for Ron’s Golden State Gym. She’d wait all day for the so-called Pretty Sally---and give that whore an ultimatum.
But Uschi didn’t have to wait long. A bikini-clad Pretty Sally was giving the heavy bag some bare-knuckled abuse.
That sight---and Pretty Sally’s svelte and sexy figure---made Uschi reconsider her plan. Hoping that the tall husband-stealer was too busy to notice her, Uschi made a quick dash for the door.
Too late.
“Where do you think you’re going, Digard?” bellowed Pretty Sally, turning swiftly toward her rival.
Her pride on the line, Uschi turned to face a looming Pretty Sally.
Pretty Sally was a good 6 inches taller than Uschi, who was now visibly quaking as the Beauteous One suddenly grabbed Digard’s locks, pulled the shorter woman in and lifted a knee to the international porn star’s jaw.
“Uhhhhhhhhh!” groaned Uschi.
Before she knew it, Uschi found herself at Pretty Sally’s mercy. The taller woman had torn Uschi’s blouse and unhooked the shorter woman’s bra.
Out plopped Uschi’s fat melons,
Pretty Sally laughed upon viewing Digard’s drooping tits, which irked the shorter woman no end.”
“SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!” echoed around the gym as Pretty Sally slapped both of Uschi’s udders simultaneously.
Reacting furiously, Ronnie’s wife swung wildly. But Uschi’s blow missed the taller woman’s chin by a country mile.
Pretty Sally’s right fist didn’t miss, however. It smacked deep into Uschi’s soft breadbasket.
“OOOOOOOOF!” groaned Uschi.
The Beauteous One immediately followed up with a left fist to Digard’s surprisingly plump belly. Then another right; then a left again; then a right again. Soon Pretty Sally was clouting Uschi’s mid-section in a hup-hup-hup piston-like fashion. The taller woman smiled gloriously at how easily she’d established her dominance over the flabby international porn legend.
“Oof-Oof-OOF! Oof-O0f-OOF-OOF!” yelped Uschi as Pretty Sally backed her into a corner and continued to beat Digard’s stomach like a drum.
Uschi just stood there in a stupor, absorbing the Beauteous One’s fistic punishment. The beatdown continued, now shifting to the porn star’s enormous rack.
“THUMP-THUMPETTY-THUMP! SMACK-SMACKETTY-SMACK!” exclaimed Pretty Sally’s bare-knuckled fists as they pounded Uschi’s gelatinous tit meat.
Confident she’d imparted a significant message, Pretty Sally took hold of Uschi’s messy mane and smashed a powerful right hook to Digard’s jaw.
“Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . Uhhhhhh!” howled Uschi, falling down as Pretty Sally’s fist cut Digard’s lip.
The taller woman stood over the beaten porn star, issuing a challenge: “That’s just a taste of what awaits you, bitch. Meet me here---in the ring---so that I can officially steal your husband. He’s already mine, you know. But I want Ronnie to watch me dismantle and beat the shit out of his fat-titted cow of a wife. And I want to see him get hard as I pound you into ignominy.”
Quaking in fear, a sobbing Uschi lowered her head in shame as Pretty Sally strutted away.

Somehow the bedraggled Uschi Digard made it home. After a soothing bath to cleanse her wounds and heal her battered breasts, the legendary porn star vowed she would fight to restore her pride and keep her man.
“I am going to beat that skinny cunt!” exclaimed Uschi as she emerged from the bathtub. “And it begins NOW!”
And then the doorbell rang.
Knowing that Ronnie had forgotten the house keys, Uschi sauntered to the door . . . stark naked and dripping wet.
“Well, hello lover mine!” declared the international porn star, pulling her husband’s face into her mountainous mammaries.
“Mmmmfpffff . . . mmmmmmm!” exclaimed Ronnie as he began inhaling his wife’s big but sloshy teats.
Though Uschi’s breasts sagged and swayed, Ronnie was not about to look a gift tit in the mouth. So he slurped and licked each jug with fervor.
Uschi capitalized on the moment to slide down to her knees, unzip hubby’s fly and administer an expert blow job.
When she was certain that Ronnie was sufficiently stiffened, Uschi climbed atop her husband and mounted his throbbing member.
“Suck my tits, Ronnie. Lick my areolae. Inhale my nipples---and savor my giant breasts!” ordered Uschi as her husband continued plowing his porn-star wifey.
“Yessss! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . . yesssss . . . YES . . . my Pretty, Pretty Sally!” moaned Ronnie, ejaculating his cum into the vessel that was Uschi.
Though she was devastated, Uschi accepted her husband’s love juice and then rolled over onto the bed---and went into a deep and angry sleep.

When the alarm rang at 6 AM the next morning, Uschi had already departed for what was to become a two-week training regimen in her drive to smash Pretty Sally---and hold onto her man.
But when she arrived at Ron’s Golden State Gym, Uschi got the surprise of her life. There was her husband Ronnie exercising on his own.
“What brought you here this early, honey?” asked Uschi
“Oh, I don’t know. What do you think brought Ronnie here, Digard?” responded a bikini-clad Pretty Sally emerging from the back of the gym.
“L-Leave m-me alone . . . I’m here t-t-to t-t-train for our m-m-match,” stammered Uschi.
“WHOOOMPPPPPP!” echoed throughout the gym as Pretty Sally’s fist clouted Uschi’s mouth.
“Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” yelped Uschi
“How’s that working out, bitch?” queried Pretty Sally, smashing a forearm into Digard’s throat.
“Guuuuuuuhhhhh!” burbled Uschi, falling to her knees.
Pretty Sally lifted the shorter woman up by her hair, ripped open her t-shirt and began to deposit fist after thudding fist deep into Uschi’s jelly belly.

“Oof-oof-OOf! Oof-oof-OOF! Oof-OOF-OOF-OOf!” groaned Uschi as she became Pretty Sally’s rag-doll yet again.
“That’s no way to treat my wife!” interjected Uschi’s hubby.
“How should I treat her, Ronnie?” inquired a clearly intrigued Pretty Sally.
“Smack the bitch’s fat tits, Beauteous One!” demanded Ronnie
“You mean like this?” said Pretty Sally, turning her fistic attention to Uschi’s sagging udders---and unleashing a speed-bag pummeling of Digard’s sloshy teat meat.
“SMACK-SMACKETTY-SMACK! THUMPETTY-SMACK-SMACKETTY-SMACK!” sounded Pretty Sally’s fists pummeled the aging porn star’s low-hanging melons.
“Uhhhhhhhh! Oh . . Oh . . .Oh . .. Gahhhhhhh . . .Oof-oof-oof! Gunuuhh!” burbled Uschi.
Pretty Sally smiled as Uschi sinply stood there absorbing the taller woman’s punishment Defenseless and hopelessly outmatched, Digard watched Pretty Sally having a field day with what had always been Uschi’s pride and joy.
“Why did Russ Meyer ever want to put you on the big screen, Digard? You’re a short, saggy-breasted cunt!” exclaimed Pretty Sally as she delivered yet another volley of punches to Uschi’s gelatinous jugs.
Uschi’s udders were completely tenderized, so Pretty Sally now shifted to attacking the older woman’s soft paunch.
“Oof! OOF! Oof-oof-oof-OOF! OOF-OOF-OOF!” yelped Uschi as her lithe opponent sent lift-right-left combinations into Digard’s mushy mid-section.
Watching Pretty Sally’s utter annihilation of his outclassed wifey, Ronnie began stroking his dick, urging the taller woman to “Show the fat-titted bitch some of your wrestling skills!”
Before the tears could run down Uschi’s cheek, Pretty Sally scooped up Ronnie’s wife and smacked her down onto the floor in a classic body-slam.
The pain in Uschi’s back was overwhelming, but the porn star could scarcely concentrate on that because Pretty Sally had executed a perfect knee drop to Digard’s left teat.
“OOOOOOOOOOF!” yelled Uschi as her enormous mammary was flattened.
Pretty Sally continued dominating her bigger breasted rival, executing a second knee drop---this time to Uschi’s right teat.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF!” sputtered a sobbing Uschi.
“Sweet!” interjected Ronnie, furiously stroking his cock.

“Not done yet, lover!” announced Pretty Sally, wrapping her legs around Uschi’s heavily bruised breasts in a punishing scissor hold.
An all but unconscious Uschi tried to tap out on the taller woman’s thigh, signaling her surrender to the superior Pretty Sally. “Gahhhhhhhhhh . . . Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
However, Pretty Sally smiled wickedly took Uschi’s hand and bent it at the wrist, continuing to tighten her vise-like scissor hold around the spent porn star’s squashed tits.
“EEEEyahhhhhhhhhhhhhh . .. . Gahhhhhhhhhh! Oh! Oh!” yelped Uschi.
The gym’s proprietor, Ron, intervened. “Now, don’t hurt her.”
Pretty Sally responded by releasing her hold. She stood arms akimbo as the Digard rag doll got to her knees and crawled to her rival’s feet.
“Kiss my feet, bitch. Lick each digit and clean my soles, Uschi!” demanded
“Y-Y-Yes,” stammered a quaking Uschi.
“It’s ‘Yes, Mistress!’ “commanded Pretty Sally as Uschi’s husband wrapped his arm around the taller woman’s waist and began kissing her neck.
Uschi quickly responded: “Y-Y-Yes . . . Mistress Pretty Sally . . .Yes Mistress Beautiful Pretty Sally,” licking and slurping Pretty Sally’s feet while the taller woman made out with Ronnie.
“I stole your husband, whipped your ass with ease and now I’m going to fuck Ronnie while you watch, Uschi!” declared Pretty Sally.
“T-T-Thank y-y-you, Beauteous Sally,” said the cowardly porn star.
“And . . .?” asked the haughty Pretty Sally.
“Mistress Pretty Sally is the s-s-s-superior woman,” said Uschi.
“What else, you fat-titted sow?” asked the Beauteous One.
“M-M-Mistress Pretty Sally’s breasts are the superior tits---better, sexier and far more alluring than my sloshy fat udders,” said a sobbing Uschi.
That the proudly mammoth-breasted Uschi, who had appeared in ”Kentucky Fried Movie,” “Truck-stop Women,” and a slew of Russ Meyer soft-core porn flicks, had admitted to such an inadequacy was a revelation.
But it was true.
Bigger breasted woman live in fear of their smaller-breasted rivals. Sure, big tits attract male attention---but over time larger jugs give way to gravity and laziness. They start to droop, sag and flop around. Their firmness vanishes, making the gal with the so-called bodacious ta-tas look, well, fat.
House-frau fat.
This is why many smaller-breasted females believe their sweet teats are superior. Truth is, small-to-medium boobs tend to be firmer. Gigantic jugs can become squishy masses of sloppy tit meat.
Big breasts convey power, but that’s not always---or usually---true. In fact, female fighters with large mammaries tend to be slower and weaker than smaller-breasted gals.
And those overweight udders become massive targets, as Pretty Sally amply demonstrated.

“Let me give wifey here a ringside seat to our lovemaking, Ronnie!” exclaimed the tall victrix.
Pretty Sally now scooped up Uschi by the hair, brought the big-breasted whore to a corner of the gym and proceeded to smack the Digard Rag Doll’s head into the wall repeatedly.
“Ohhhhhhh . . . Gnnuuuuuuuu. . . Gahhhhhhhhhhh!” wailed Uschi, falling to her knees,
Once again, Pretty Sally grabbed the flabby bitch by her mane, lifting Uschi up and turning her around so that the two combatants faced one another.
“Oof-Oof-Oof! OOOOOOOOOF! Oof-Oof-Oof-Oof!” cried Uschi as Pretty Sally administered a final belly beating to the already defeated porn actress.
A thundering right uppercut to the chin took Uschi off her feet. Dazed, brutally beaten and utterly humiliated, Digard slumped to the floor, Her mammoth teats drooped, reaching the bruised folds of her flabby mid-section.
Through her tears the thoroughly crushed porn star watched as Ronnie---her husband---pounded Pretty Sally doggy style.
“I stole your man, Uschi. Cleaned your clock, girl! Beat your belly something fierce---and turned your obese teats into my personal speed bags! Btw, do you like how Ronnie is fucking my brains out----from behind---girl? Wait till I beat the complete living shit out of you in our official match!” boasted a haughty Pretty Sally.
“Promise you won’t hurt Uschi too much, Pretty Sally,” exhorted Ron the proprietor of the gym.
“HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa! HaHaHaHaHa!” roared Pretty Sally as Uschi fell into unconsciousness.

Uschi awoke hours later, finding herself on the couch at home A warm compress covered her forehead, and a fluffy pillow supported her stiff neck. But she was surprised to see Ron---the owner of Golden State Gym and Video Works---serving her coffee, biscuits and two extra-strength aspirin tablets.
“You’ll need these after that terrible beating, Uschi,” said Ron, handing the voluptuous porn star the aspirin.
“Thank you, Ron, But how did I get home?” responded a grateful Uschi.
“After Pretty Sally pretty much pulverized you---and your husband Ronnie fucked Pretty Sally---I felt awful. So I put you in my car and drove you home for some much needed rest. Have some coffee, rest up a bit, and I’ll go draw a nice warm bath for you,” explained Ron.
“That is sooo sweet, Ron!” exclaimed Uschi, kissing Ron on the cheek.
“Thank YOU, Uschi!” replied Ron ,blushing.
“No need to thank me, Ron. You’re my knight in shining armor1” gushed Uschi, kissing Ron on the mouth this time---with some wet and sexy tongue action.
Before long, the two were making out full force. Ron couldn’t believe his luck---or his eyes--- as the ultra-buxom porn star proffered her humongous tits. Ron nearly swallowed each breast whole, licking inhaling and slurping Uschi’s sweet teat meat, nipples and areolae.
The Golden State Gym proprietor then tore off his clothes and proceeded to fuck Uschi Diagrd hard.
After their torrid lovemaking, Uschi complimented Ron on his sexual prowess.”I never knew you were so skilled in the boudoir. I just LUV your cock.”
Ron was far from handsome. In addition to a prominent (and growing) bald spot and spindly legs the Golden State Videotape proprietor had a paunch.
Ron was stocky but manly and---and now that he’d fucked the famous Uschi Digard---cocky.
“Tell ya what I’m gonna do, beautiful!” announced Ron as Uschi’s tongue began licking his torso, belly and wound up sucking Ron’s scrotum and cock.
“What are you going to do, Ron?” asked Uschi in between slurps.
“I will challenge your husband---and beat the shit out of him!” announced Ron, whose dick was engorging again as Uschi fellated him with fury.
“Mmmmmmmm! Yes!” moaned Uschi
“Ron will pummel that pretty-boy shmuck!” said the Golden State Gym proprietor.
“Yes, my sweet Ron! Smack that smug muscle boy around!” demanded Uschi
“And my fists will turn his washboard abs . . .” began Ron.
“ . . . into so much mush!” said a smiling Uschi, sensing Ronnie was about to cum.
“And when I’m done with him, I’ll MAKE RONNIE LICK MY BOOTS IN DEFEAT! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” exclaimed Ron as his dick erupted all over Uschi’s massive mammaries.

On the face of it, Ron was in over his head. Uschi’s hubby was a well-muscled, handsome gym rat. Ron was the balding, out-of-shape owner of a women’s wrestling gym. He made and sold videotapes of female wrestlers.
What was Ron thinking?
Sure, he fucked Uschi after Ronnie left her for Pretty Sally. Maybe that gave him sense of confidence. But maybe Ron knew he could hold his own against Ronnie. And maybe he wanted to impress Uschi.
Or maybe he wanted to impress Pretty Sally.

On the day of the big bout between Pretty Sally and Uschi, Ron arrived early at the Golden State Gym to set up a makeshift elevated squared circle that included ropes, pillars and a ring apron.
Uschi made her appearance. Tanned, rested and beautifully coiffed, she was wearing a robe over a daring black bikini.
Curiously, Ron was also clad in a robe---and wrestling boots.
“Hi, sweetheart!” said Uschi.
“Wait over there outside one ring corner,” responded a surprisingly indifferent Ron.
“Don’t you look cute,” said a somewhat puzzled Uschi.
“Look, I’m going to announce my challenge to Ronnie the minute he gets here with his alluring woman. My bout with that lout will precede your match with the Female Champion,” announced Ron coldly.
“Y-You mean Skank Sally?” quaked Uschi.
“It’s Pretty Sally, bitch. And she IS the Champion!” answered Ron.
Before she could give in to her fears, Uschi heard the twin doors swing open as Ronnie and Pretty Sally made a grand entrance.
“What’s going on, Ron? Why is there an actual wrestling ring here? And why are you wearing a robe?” asked Uschi’s wayward spouse.
“One answer should suffice, asshole! I’m challenging you to a no-holds barred submission match—with no time limit. The winner is the man who either knocks out his opponent or secures a submission,” responded Ron.
“W-What about the match between Pretty Sally and Uschi?”asked Ronnie
“That follows our tussle, ass-wipe!” said the Golden State Gym proprietor.
“B-B-But . . .” stammered Uschi’s suddenly timorous hubby.
“Afraid to take me on, coward?” said Ron stripping off his robe and flexing his biceps.”
Despite a noticeable paunch, Ron boasted biceps that were not insignificant. But it wasn’t Ron’s physique that piqued Pretty Sally’s attention.
No, Pretty Sally was intrigued by the rather large bulge in Ron’s speedo wrestling trunks.
Smiling wickedly, Pretty Sally winked at Ron, licked her lips and sidled up to the gym club owner. Then she stuffed her hand down Ron’s speedo and began massaging his huge cock.
“Looks like he’s got you beat already, Ronnie!” exclaimed the Beauteous One, pulling out Ron’s big organ and sucking it---as well licking his balls.
In between slurps, Pretty Sally exhorted Uschi’s wayward husband to enter the fray: “Strip and fight, Ronnie! Let’s see if you’re man enough to take Ron!”
Quickly ditching his street clothes, a rattled Ronnie rushed to the center of the ring just as Pretty Sally stopped short of totally fellating Ron’s massive member.
Bristling with confidence, Ron seized the initiative and slapped---and backslapped---Uschi’s spouse across the face. Startled by the gym owner’s impudence, Ronnie was unprepared for Ron’s one-two combination to the solar plexus.
“Oof-oof!” grunted Ronnie.
Ron was so pleased and surprised by how much his punches had softened up the pretty boy’s supposedly rock-hard abs that he began pounding Ronnie’s pliant belly with a rhythmic ferocity.
“OOF-ooof-Oof! Ooof-oof-ooof! OOF-OOF-OOOOOF!” cried a shaken Ronnie.
Thus far, Uschi’s husband was absorbing an unexpected beating at the hands of a man who had no business being in the same ring with the trim and muscular Ronnie.
Yet there was Ronnie falling to one knee as Ron’s final fist to the belly plowed deeply into the pretty boy’s once formidable abs.
“Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” moaned Ronnie.
Before Uschi’s hubby could gather his wits, however, Ron smashed a left hook to the pretty boy’s jaw. Ronne fell face first into the mat, reeling in pain and disbelief at the shellacking he was taking.
Ron was in complete command of the bout. Blowing a kiss to Pretty Sally, Ron grabbed a fistful of Ronnie’s lustrous hair and lifted Uschi’s woebegone husband off the mat. The Golden State gym club owner then scooped up Ronnie and body-slammed the pretty boy to the mat.
Flat on his back, Ronnie could only stare up at his conquering foe. And bewilderment was morphing into fear as Ronnie continued his dominance over the muscular hunk.
“Admit it, pretty boy---I’m your better! Oh, and I fucked Uschi, too!” boasted Ron as he executed a vicious knee drop to Ronnie’s throat.
“Ulppppppppp . . . gahhhhhh . . . Urkkkkk!” gasped the helpless hunk.
Overhearing Ron’s revelation about fucking Uschi, Pretty Sally rushed to the other side of the ring and confronted the porn star. “You’re nothing but a fat-titted cow; And Ron just used you like the whore that you are!”
Pretty Sally backed up her words by smacking Uschi’s face to and fro repeatedly.
“SLAP-SLAPPPPP-SLAP! SLAPETTY-SLAPP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAPETTY-SLAP!”
Stunned and hurt, Uschi just stood there absorbing Pretty Sally’s humiliating slaps---until the porn star fell to the floor.
Pretty Sally, who had battered Uschi’s face with just one hand, announced: “And that’s just for starters, you Scandinavian sow! Wait till we meet in the ring---just as soon as My Big Strong Ron beats the shit of your weakling husband!”
Uschi did not respond, but she soon hatched a plan for defeating Pretty Sally. Whether it would work was a horse---or sow---of a different color. After all, Pretty Sally was tough and pretty much unbeatable.
Meanwhile, Ron was having a field day dominating Uschi’s hapless husband.
“Thought I’d be easy pickings, did you, Ronnie!” said Ron as delivered a right uppercut to Ronnie, flooring Uschi’s hubby yet again.
“Ulppppppp . . .ohhhhhh!” gurgled Ronnie.
Embarrassed that his paunchy opponent was turning the match into a rout, Ronnie struggled to get to his feet. But a relentless Ron smacked a lighting left hook into Ronnie’s softened belly. And then continued tenderizing the younger man’s solar plexus.
“OOOOOOOOOOOF! OOOOOOF! OOOOOF! OOOOOOF!” yelped Ronnie.
As Uschi’s hubby bent at the waist, Ron grabbed a tuft of Ronnie’s hair and smashed smashed the pretty boy’s head into the nearby turnbuckle---over and over again,
A tottering Ronnie was seeing stars as Ron hurled his handsome foe into the ring ropes. Ronnie bounced off the ropes helplessly---and straight into Ron’s clothesline to the neck.
“Gahhhhhhhhhh!” gasped Ronnie, hitting the mat flat on his back.
A smirking Ron stood over the prostrate Ronnie and flexed his biceps.
Humiliated and nearly defeated, Ronnie was ready to submit. However, he willed his body up, and wrapped his arms around Ron’s sweaty waist and love handles in a vise-like bearhug.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” moaned Ron.
“You’re going down, fat man!” snarled Ronnie, applying more pressure.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . Owwwww . . . Uhhhhhh!” cried a now desperate Ron.
The Golden State gym owner tried wrenching free from Ron’s grip, but Uschi’s husband tightend his grip.
“Give up, old man!” ordered Ronnie
“Guhhhhhhhhhhh!” moaned a weakening Ron.
“Submit, Ron. You’re through, fucktard!” said the newly confident Ronnie.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” yelled the pain-wracked Golden State gym owner, who was indeed on the verge of surrendering to Uschi’s husband.
But then Pretty Sally interjected: “Gouge his eyes, Ron! Do it, lover!”
Inspired by Pretty Sally, Ron poked his opponent in the eyes! Once. Twice. On the third attempt, Ronnie loosened his grip! And that was all Ron needed to take over again.
Wasting no time, Ron began peppering Ronnie with stinging jabs to the forehead, snout and face,
“Urrk . . . Nghhh . . . Ohhhhhhh !” yelped the suddenly overwhelmed younger man.
“I own you, pretty boy!” roared Ron, shifting his fistic focus to Ronnie mid-section.
“OOOF! OOOF! OOOOOOOOOOOOOF! OOOOF!” screamed Pretty Boy Ronnie as the older man’s rock-hard fists turned the younger man’s formerly well-muscled abdomen to marshmallow fluff.
Unable to mount any offense, Pretty Boy Ronnie arms swayed harmlessly at his side while Ron continued to batter Uschi’s husband senseless.
Ron’s ferocity had turned Ronnie into a human punching bag. Both Uschi and Sally were creaming in their bikini bottoms as the older man put the finishing touches on the beatdown of his pathetic younger foe.
“WHUUMMMMMPPPPPPP!” sounded throughout the gym as Ron’s smashed his fist into pretty Boy Ronnie’s left eye.
Down went Ronnie, but Ron quickly scooped the younger man up and turned him upside down, executing a devastating atomic pile-driver.
Ronnie went limp like a ragdoll.
Rather than covering Ronnie’s body for the pin, Ron merely placed his boot over Ronnie’s groin, humiliating the pretty boy, displaying how thoroughly he had defeated his younger, well-muscled foe and demonstrating his superior masculinity.
Having kicked Uschi aside, Pretty Sally entered the ring.
“One . . . Two . . . Three . . Four . . .Five . . . Six Seven . . Eight .. Nine . .. and TEN!” counted Pretty Sally, humiliating Ronnie with an unnecessary 10 pin count,
When Ronnie awakened from the pile-driver knockout, he saw Pretty Sally sticking her hand inside Ron’s speedo to fondle his dick. In addition to French-kissing the Golden State Gym’s impresario, Pretty Sally used her tongue to lick the sweat off the older man’s chest.
Pretty Boy lay there immobilized as Ron’s boot continued to crush the younger man’s limp manhood.
“Make him lick your boot, Ronnie!” urged Pretty Sally, looking down at her former lover.
“LICK MY BOOT, Ronnie boy!” commanded Ron the Conqueror.
“Y-Y-Yes . . . s-s-sir. Slurp,slurp!” said Ronnie
“Yes, WHAT?” asked Ron
“Y-Y-Yes . . . Master Ron!” responded a quaking Ronnie
“Now kiss my boot and lick it clean, boy. Then put the boot in your mouth. And lick the dirty sole, fucktard!” commanded Ron
“HaHaHaHa , , Ah HaHaHa!” laughed Pretty Sally, watching Ronnie the Worm debase himself.
After Ronnie had completed his ignominious task, Ron hauled Uschi’s hubby up by his hair so that Pretty Sally could take a photo (in those pre-selfie days) of the victor and the loser. She then stripped both men of their wrestling trunks.
“Ron is the Winner and Ronnie’s the little wiener---and I’m talking cockwise! HaHaHaHa . . Ah HaHaHa!” laughed Pretty Sally as she snapped the photo.
Humiliated at his lopsided loss to the older man, debilitated by the shellacking he’d absorbed at Ron’s hands and fearful that any resistance might result in another beating, Ronnie just stood there as the victor and his woman mocked him.
Sensing the younger man’s discomfort, Ron flexed his bicep while jerking Ronnie’s head up so that Pretty Sally could get a good look at the black eye the older man had given his pathetic opponent. “Like the shiner I gave Ronnie to go with his little wiener, Pretty Sally?”
“Love it, lover!” cooed Pretty Sally, snapping several more photos of the victor lording it over the cowardly loser.
“Time to clear the ring for the main event, sweetness!” said Ron, dragging Ronnie out of the ring.
“That’s right, Ron. Throw that trash out of the squared circle!” said Pretty Sally, referring to Uschi’s battered beau.
Ron hoisted Uschi’s cowardly husband onto his shoulders and executed a dizzying airplane spin. Falling to one knee, Ron then dropped the pretty-boy loser onto his other upraised knee, nearly breaking Ronnie’s back. The older man then clasped both of his hands together and smacked Ronnie’s squishy abdomen in brutal axe-handle fashion.
“OOOOOF!” groaned the cowardly pretty boy.
“Like that sweetness?” inquired Ron the Conqueror.
“I LUV it, Ron. Now finish the cowardly fucktard off and come inside so that I can suck your magnificent dick before I destroy that fat sow Digard.
Dragging the woozy loser out by the dumpster in the backyard, Ron lifted Ronnie off the ground and hurled the naked loser into the trash with all the other garbage.

Returning indoors, he made a bee line for Pretty Sally, who fell to her knees and gave Ron the best blow job of his life.
But while she was fellating her new man, Pretty Sally shot a nearby Uschi a wicked glance, underscoring how the younger, smaller-breasted woman had stolen two of Uschi’s lovers---with ease.
And while Ron took a breather following his seminal eruption, Pretty Sally sauntered over to Uschi Digard to remind the aging porn star that “Your big fat sloppy tits mean nothing, cow!”

“W-We’ll see about that,” stammered a clearly rattled Uschi.

Moments later both Pretty Sally and Uschi Digard entered the ring in robes. The long awaited Main Event was about to begin. As befitting a conquering hero, Ron remained in his wrestling trunks. However, Pretty Sally wanted a formal acknowledgement of Ron’s victory over Uschi’s cowardly husband.
So “in recognition of Ron’s masterly beatdown of that fucktard Ronnie,” said Pretty Sally, wrapping the Golden State Gym He-Man Championship Belt around Ron’s waist, “I, the Female Champion, award our leader---and my lover---this Sash of True Manhood.”
Pretty Sally then French-kissed Ron, licked his face and sensually inserted her tongue in his ear. She also made a big display of sucking each nipple on his naked chest.
“Mmmmmmm, Thank you, sweetness. Now let the Main Event begin,” announced Ron.
By this time, all the other female wrestlers in Ron’s stable of combatants had gathered around the ring in anticipation of the match.
“In this corner . . . is the challenger---Uschi Digard!” bellowed Ron.
Uschi instantly shed her robe, rocking an eye-popping display of gargantuan cleavage. What’s more, owing to a tan, the sexy Scandinavian’s massive breasts were sprinkled with a dusting of sweet freckles.
To Pretty Sally’s consternation, Ron said: “I’ve never seen you looking so fetching, Uschi.”
“Why, thank you, Ron!” responded Ushci, kissing the Male Champion on the lips while grabbing his speedo–clad cock.
For a moment, Ron lost his composure. He nevertheless continued the introduction ceremony. “And in this corner is . . . the Golden State Gym’s Female Championship . . . PRETTY SALLY!!!”
Now it was Pretty Sally’s turn to shed her robe. And as she dropped her raiment, the younger woman also unhooked her bikini top.
Advantage PRETTY SALLY.
Pretty Sally’s topless teats exemplified perfect spheres of female pulchritude at its finest. Her firm 35-C breasts were creamy white mountains of sensuous flesh----especially set against an otherwise tanned and curvaceous body. And to top it all off, Pretty Sally’s luscious deep pink areolae represented two matchless twin peaks of feminine beauty.
“OMG!” gasped Ron.
Stepping forward toward her opponent, Pretty Sally taunted Uschi.
“See what I mean, Uschi-sow? Your fat tits mean nothing. They’re drooping slabs of old, speckled flesh. And those aren’t freckles on your udders, btw. They’re age spots on an old lady’s udders.”
Angered by the younger woman’s verbal attack, Uschi swung her fist at Pretty Sally---and missed. But Pretty Sally didn’t.
Pretty Sally’s right hook to Uschi’s jaw set the older woman up for a swift knee to the belly.
And just as Uschi yelped “OOF,” Pretty Sally issued a thunderous left to Digard’s right cheek bone.
“Ulppppppp . . . Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . Uhhhhh!”screamed Uschi, falling flat on her back.
But Pretty Sally would not stop. Lifting the aging porn star up by her flimsy top, Pretty Sally tore the garment off, wrapped it around Ushci’s neck and began choking the fat-titted Digard,
“Guhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” gurgled Uschi.
“Still helpless after all these beatings, Uschi-sow!” said Pretty Sally, pulling the aging porn star closer---and clouting Digard with a punch to the left cheek bone,
Down went Digard, howling in pain. “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH . .. . guhhhhhhhhh!”
Desperate for a breather, Uschi crawled away and out of the ring.
Noticing the older woman’s unorthodox action, Ron warned Pretty Sally. ”Finish her off, sweetness. Don’t let up! What are you waiting for?”
“Don’t fret, lover. I got this. Now c’mere and let Pretty Sally regale you with some hot lingual action!” announced the younger woman.
Mesmerized by Pretty Sally’s sensuality, Ron swooned in delight as the Female Champion gave his bare chest a torrid tongue bath while massaging the gym owner’s throbbing member. Pretty Sally amplified her lingual pursuit by sucking both of the nipples on Ron’s barrel chest.
And as the duo’s tongues met in a lengthy French kiss, Ron fondled and squeezed Pretty Sally’s tantalizing breasts. Neither one paid any heed to Uschi Digard.
Witnessing this scenario from afar---safely outside the ring and away from Pretty Sally’s punishing fists---Uschi put her comeback plan into action. Dabbing a small gauze patch with some chloroform, she affixed a rectangular band-aid—with tiny air vents---over it and onto the palm of her right hand.
Fluffing up her hair and applying a glossy lipstick, Uschi stripped off her bikini bottom, revealing a foxy feminine bush. Then she climbed back into the ring and posed sexily.
With Pretty Sally on her knees in full fellatio mode, Ron had a clear view of the big bosomed naked bombshell striding forward. However, Pretty Sally did not.
Jiggling two massive freckled breasts, Uschi triggered an immediate reaction in the gym owner.
“Mmmmmm,” moaned Pretty Sally in response to Ron’s engorging dick, “you seem harder than usual, lover.” The Female Champion extracted her mouth from Ron’s cock and began licking his scrotum. Then she once again engulfed his growing penis.
But Ron was reacting more to the splendid sight of the approaching Uschi’s gigantic freckled mammaries than to Pretty Sally’s machinations.
“Watch this,” whispered Uschi, grabbing her rival by the hair and prying Pretty Sally’s mouth from Ron’s cock.
Gripping her rival’s auburn locks, Uschi executed a sudden hair-pull snapmare. Once. Twice. A stunned Sally got to her feet, but the reinvigorated Uschi Digard slammed her younger rival into a corner pillar with a flying dropkick.
A look of shock and disbelief came over Sally as she sagged to the floor----and watched helplessly as Uschi wrapped her gargantuan freckled breasts around Ron’s cock, which grew even more at the touch of her Sweet Scandinavian tit flesh.
And just as Ron was about to cum, Uschi removed her jugs from the gym owner’s dick and plunged down to lick his scrotum and fellate his stiffening member.
Smiling with intense joy, Uschi swallowed every bit of Ron’s seminal fluid as he ejaculated lustily in her mouth.
The element of surprise had worked well for Uschi Digard. (And Sally had inhaled just enough chloroform to disorient her. The Voluptuous Scandinavian had seized the momentum and intended on using it to batter her suddenly stunned opponent.
As a woozy Sally stumbled out of the ring corner, Uschi rushed in and spat a stream of Ron’s cum all over her taller opponent’s face. Blinded by the saliva-soaked seminal fluid, Sally lifted her arms up to wipe her eyes , leaving her midsection wide open for Uschi.
“OOF, OOF, OOF, OOF!” yelped Sally as Uschi smacked her rival’s belly with gusto.
Blinded by the cum, hurt by Uschi’s hammering fists and humiliated to the core, the hapless, helpless Sally wondered if she should submit to the Scandinavian Beauty.
Uschi’s beating the living shit out of me! M-Maybe she is the b-b-better woman. Maybe I should surrender, thought a beleaguered Sally.
But before the taller woman could even get her head and mouth to function, Sally was sent reeling back as Uschi’s lifted a knee to the faltering champion’s chin.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” groaned Sally, falling flat on her back.
“C’mon, skank! Get your bony ass up!” commanded Uschi, commanding the prostrate Sally.
Uschi didn’t wait for her opponent to answer, though. Stomping Sally’s tits with her feet, the Scandinavian Beauty kept the taller woman on the mat while inflicting additional suffering and humiliation.
Kicks to the ribs and heel stomps to the forehead kept Uschi in total control.
The Scandinavian Beauty then executed a perfect fist drop to the prone Sally’s throat.
“Guhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” gurgled Sally
Next came a knee drop to her foe’s left wrist!
“Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!” yelled the taller woman.
The Scandinavian Sexpot followed up with a knee drop to Sally’s right wrist.
“Oh-Guhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” screamed the weary champion.
Uschi continued her dominance with a knee drop to the Sally’s left tit.
“Gahhhhhhhhh!” yelped Sally.
Uschi then administered another knee drop to Sally’s right tit.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” screamed Sally.
“I’m going to squish and punch your little titties flat, skank!” bellowed the Scandinavian Beauty as she hoisted the taller woman up by her hair and threw her into the nearby turnbuckle.
Thoroughly weakened by Ushci’s punishing maneuvers---and the chloroform vapors---Sally could not raise her arms to thwart the Voluptuous Porn Star’s speed-bag pummeling of Sally’s already tenderized teats.
“Ohhhh … Uhhhh . . Oof .. OOf . . . UHHHHHHHHHHHHh!” groaned Sally as Uschi punched Sally’s pristine but vulnerable breasts with vindictive glee.
“Uschi is surprisingly tough,” ventured Ron, who had now come to offer commentary on the bout.
This was supposed to be a cakewalk, my crowning glory! thought Sally as Uschi continued to pound the champion’s breasts.
Uschi winked at Ron, confident that the Golden State Gym owner now favored her.
“See that, skank. Ron prefers my massively sexy tits to your inferior girl-scout boobs! He’s turned on that I’m whipping your ass!” announced the utterly confident Scandinavian Beauty as she continued her relentless fistic assault on a whimpering Sally.
“Ohhhhhhh . . . Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . .. OwOwOw . . . Guhhhnnnnnnnnhhhh!” responded Sally, who was wilting rapidly.
And while a giddy Uschi was smacking lefts and rights into Sally’s areolae, the Scandinavian beauty noticed a scar on her opponent’s midsection.
“Well lookee here,” announced Uschi, “Pretty Skanky Sally isn’t so pretty, after all!” Then Uschi went to town on her foe’s tummy, smashing left hooks and right uppercuts directly into Sally’s vulnerable scar.
“OOF-OOF-OOF! GUHHHHHHHHHHH! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! OOF-OOF-OOF! OOF!” exclaimed a woebegone Sally as the Voluptuous Porn Star’s fists gleefully sank into the scar tissue of the taller woman.
Alerted to Pretty Skanky Sally’s appendectomy scar, Ron urged Uschi to feast on the faltering female champion’s pain. “Teach Pretty Skanky Sally a lesson!”
More humiliated than hurt by Ron’s about-face, Sally vowed to suck it up and fight back. But how? Gloating that Ron had now turned against Sally, Uschi lifted an uppercut to the champion’s chin.
The nearly unconscious female champ fell to the mat face first. Kicking Pretty Skanky Sally onto her back, Uschi now loomed over her rival, gloating. “I own you, bitch.”
Sally could do nothing but absorb Uschi’s next blow---an atomic knee drop to the taller woman’s appendectomy scar: “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Uschi then positioned her elbow high above the prone and helpless Sally, dropping the point of the elbow directly on her rival’s scar.

“GUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHoooof!”screamed Pretty Skanky Sally.
Sensing that she had very nearly broken her rival’s spirit, the Scandinavian Beauty believed victory would soon be within her grasp. The reigning champion was reeling from Uschi’s non-stop onslaught.
Rather than go for the knockout, which would be the faster route to the Female Championship Belt, Uschi opted to prolong Sally’s agony---so as to extract a humiliating submission!
That strategic choice turned out to be the turning point of the match.
“Upsee-daisy Sally!” joked Uschi, lifting the taller woman up off the mat and throwing her into the ropes. Pretty Skanky Sally bounced off the ropes and right into Uschi;s karate chop to the throat..
“Guuhrrrrruuuuuuu!” gurgled Sally, falling to her knees.
Uschi then grabbed her downed opponent’s arm, wrenching and twisting it, which put pressure on Pretty Skanky Sally’s shoulder and elbow.
“AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” yelled Sally.
Ron strolled over to comment: “Nice armbar, Uschi. Now . . . don’t hurt her . . too much”
Uschi now knew it was almost all over for her foe, who was punch drunk and on her knees. Smiling broadly, Uschi smacked the top of Pretty Skanky Sally’s head with the point of her elbow.
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” groaned Sally.
The taller woman’s mind was screaming ‘SUBMIT,’ but her heart wouldn’t let her do so.
“Smack-Smackettty-SMACK! Smacketty-Smacketty-Smeacketty-SMACK!” reverberated around the ring as Uschi jab-jab-jabbed Pretty Skanky Sally’s face.
Sally had now become a listless shade of her former self, reduced to accepting her status as a human punching bag,
“Not so smug are you now, Skank?” asked Uschi, smiting Sally’s jaw with a roundhouse right.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” yelped Sally, falling flat on her back.
Uschi decided to go in for the kill, placing her opponent in a crushing sleeper hold. Sally began to sink into unconsciousness.
But just as she was about to go under, Sally caught the whiff of a strange odor. “Chlorform?” she muttered.
Uschi noticed this and clamped her hand with the chlorform-laced band-aid over Sally’s mouth. Sally began to faint, but at the last possible moment she clenched her left hand into a fist and smashed it with all her remaining might into Uschi’s jaw.
It was a crude and inverted uppercut of sorts, but it worked.
“Uhhhhhhhhhh!” groaned Ushci, releasing the sleeperhold and falling backward onto the mat.
Pretty Sally was free.
Rising to her full height, the Golden State Gym’s Female Champion ventured toward her foe! Still not completely steady, the taller woman decided to kick Uschi’s ribs rather than go toe-to-toe with her rival. Pretty Sally stomped Uschi’s forehead with the heel of her foot. She wanted to do major damage to the Scandinavian Beauty, but still felt somewhat disoriented.
Realizing Sally’s predicament, Uschi rolled with the blows.
Sally was holding onto the ring ropes to give herself more leverage while kicking the seemingly prostrate Uschi on the mat. Then she decided to cut loose and attempt an elbow drop to Uschi’s beautifully freckled breasts---and missed.
Instead of smashing Uschi’s sumptuous teats, Sally’s elbow smacked into the mat hard. At the last possible moment, the Scandinavian Beauty had evaded the blow.
Uschi quickly rose to her feet, grabbed Sally by the hair and head-butted the taller woman. She then smacked a one-two combination to her rival’s belly.
“Oof-OOF!” muttered Pretty Skanky Sally.
“It’ll take more than one lucky punch to stop me, skank!” bellowed Uschi as she raked her foe’s eyes.
A dazed, blinded and hurt Sally stumbled about---and was met by a painful elbow smash to the head. Sally slumped to the mat in a corner of the ring as Uschi began kicking the taller woman’s belly, tits and forehead.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhh! Urrkkkkk! UllllP! Oof-oof-oof!” moaned the weakened female champ.
Uschi took a fistful of Sally’s hair, lifted her opponent up and banged the Skanky One’s forehead on the turnbuckle several times.
“Let’s take this outside the ring, Skank!” said Uschi, throwing her rival through the ropes.

Pretty Skanky Sally landed on the hard concrete gym floor with a thud. Uschi slid through the ring ropes, picked her rival off the floor by the hair and slammed Sally’s face into a framed picture on the wall.
“Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” screamed Sally as the picture frame and glass shattered.
The taller woman slid to the floor, only to be grabbed by Uschi and slammed into another framed picture on the wall.
“Guhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” wailed Sally.
Whipping her rival around so that the two women now faced each other, Uschi began to methodically pound Sally’s belly and appendectomy scar.
“Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! OOF . . . OOF . . . OOOOFFFF! OOF-OOOF-OOOF!” cried the helpless Sally.
“You’re a scarred-up, flat-chested skank who can’t hold a candle to my international fame, beauty and tits! You don’t even belong in the same ring with me, bitch! Bet you never thought you’d have to endure such humiliation at my hands, did you, Skanky Sally?” uttered Uschi, continuing her two-fisted pummeling of the taller woman’s tummy.
“Fuck off, you fat c-c-cow. . . OHHHHHHHHHH . . . Unghhhhhhhhh!” stammered a wobbly and nearly defeated Sally.
Grabbing her hobbled opponent by the hair, Uschi walked her opponent over to Ron’s desk and smashed Sally’s forehead into the metallic surface three times.
“SMACK! THUNK! SMACK!”
Before she could fall to the floor, Sally was hoisted onto to her back on top of the desk. Uschi then climbed onto the desk so that her massive mammaries loomed over the supine woman.
“Now you’re going to submit, Pretty Skanky Sally! But not before I smother you with my beautiful tits. A real woman’s breasts. Superior breasts!” announced the nearly victorious Uschi Digard.
Ron approached the desk, salivating---his cock stiffening---as he watched Uschi’s enormous teats being lowered over Sally’s forlorn face. Gargantuan and fleshy, Ushci’s breasts were made even more alluring by the sprinkling of Sweet Freckles adorning them.
And now Uschi Digard’s massive, Sweetly Freckled Breasts were engulfing Sally’s face
“Mmfffff!” mumbled Sally as Uschi’s Beautifully Freckled Teats smothered the Skanky One.
“C’mere, lover. Whip out your dick, Ron, and let me suck it---as Pretty Skanky Sally is suffocated . ..” began Uschi.
“ . . . by your Enormous Sweetly Freckled Breasts!” continued Ron as he inserted his cock into Uschi’smouth.
The sound of Ushci slurping, licking and sucking Ron’s hard cock unnerved the stricken Sally. However, it was doubly humiliating as the Enormity of Uschi’s Resplendently Freckled Tits smothered the fallen female champion---especially at the same moment that Digard was fellating Ron.
“I . . . mmpmmmfff . . . “---gurgled Sally in an atttempt to . . . . . utter a surrender?
Uschi dislodged her mouth from Ron’s penis and raised her arms in premature triumph.
“Yay, I . . .:”---said Uschi before being interrupted by Pretty Sally, who finally noticed the chloroform-laced band-aid patch on Uschi’s palm.
“LOSE! That’s right Uschi-sow: YOU LOSE! Now that I’ve discovered your chloroform trick, payback will be a helluva bitch, BITCH!” exclaimed a revived Pretty Sally.
Frightened that her trickery had been exposed, Uschi sat up in a kneeling position on the desk, allowing Pretty Sally to smash a bare-knuckled right fist into her foe’s freckled side boob. Next came a thundering uppercut to Uschi’s jaw that sent her flying off the desk and onto the concrete floor.
Scared, dazed and uncertain, Uschi could do nothing to stop the Reigning Female Champion from hauling the porn star up by the hair and repeatedly smashing Uschi’s face into the metallic desk’s surface,
“AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE . . . UHHHHHH . . . ULLLPPPPP! OWWWWW. . . OHHHHHH!” screeched Uschi as Pretty Sally found her fighting groove.
Not satisfied with the drubbing she was giving her foe, Pretty Sally began kicking Uschi the minute the aging porn star hit the ground. However, each kick was calculated to thoroughly incapacitate Digard. Though she’d regained her fighting spirit, Pretty Sally was grappling at only 70 percent efficiency.
After all, she had inhaled a significant amount of chloroform, allowing Uschi to administer a severe beating to the Reigning Female Champ of the Golden State Gym.
So to keep her rival from staging a comeback, the Beauteous One engaged in targeted wrestling cruelty. This included stomping Uschi’s forehead, butt-hole, legs and vagina.
Pretty Sally executed painful knee drops to Uschi’s arms and inner thighs.
Pretty Sally leaped high in the air and dropped her leg across Uschi’s throat, convulsing the fat-titted porn star.
Pretty Sally repeated the leg drop, but this time her steely gam came down hard on Uschi’s massive tits, flattening the fat and fleshy orbs. This pleased the Female Champion no end, for she aimed to turn Uschi Digard’s Beautifully Freckled Breasts into ugly sacs of floppy mincemeat.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—OOOF!” grunted Uschi as Pretty Sally conducted a second leg drop on the Scandinavian porn star’s gigantic melons.
Pretty Sally smiled as she noticed how both of Digard’s teats now sported black-and-blue bruises, blurring Uschi’s Sweet and Sensual Chest Freckles.
“Stay right where you are, bitch!” ordered Pretty Sally.
Turning away from the deflated Uschi Digard, Beauteous Sally made a bee-line for Ron and his hungering cock. The lithe and lissome Female Champion took Ron’s throbbing member, which Uschi had begun fellating, and inhaled it whole.
Ron moaned deliriously as Pretty Sally licked and slurped his dick. Having Pretty Sally mop the floor with Uschi---and witnessing the special delight that the taller woman took in mangling Uschi’s massive freckled mammaries---made Ron ejaculate a geyser into the Beauteous One’s mouth.
And all the while, Ron was fondling and caressing Pretty Sally’s pointy ramrod tits---something that the now bedraggled Uschi noticed.
Swallowing most of Ron’s cum, Pretty Sally reserved a mouthful as she resumed her beatdown of Uschi Digard,
Then hauling Uschi up by her sagging udders, Pretty Sally spat her saliva-coated cum into the Digard Rag Doll’s face.
The cum-covered Uschi wobbled about, only to be met by a bare-knuckled haymaker to the gut,
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF!” moaned Uschi, folding at the waist.
Pretty Sally followed up with a sidewinding right hook to the Scandinavian Rag Doll’s left temple; then came a walloping left uppercut to the chin that floored Uschi once again.
‘Nice work, Pretty Sally!” said Ron. “Now school this cow-titted bitch in the feminine art of breast beating!”
“Took the words right out of my mouth, lover!” replied a gloating Pretty Sally.
Uschi was down on all fours, but Pretty Sally scooped her up by the chin threw Digard against the wall and went to work on the aging porn star’s gargantuan freckled teats.
Punching Uschi’s arms so as to incapacitate Digard’s ability to fight back—the Beauteous One began a methodical uppercut pummeling of the Scandinavian sow’s jiggly jugs.
Pretty Sally was back in command, punching her foe’s freckled breasts with ferocity; and each blow stretched Uschi’s udders upward and outward.
“SPLAT-SMACK-SPLATT-SMACKETTY-SLAP--SLAPETTY-SMACK!” reverberated around the gym as Pretty Sally’s fists mangled Uschi’s fleshy mammaries.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh—oof-oof-oof-uhhhhhh-ooof!” groaned Uschi, absorbing the Beauteous One’s breast punishment.
Pretty Sally continued her assault on Uschi’s fat fun sacs, switching to stinging knuckle sandwiches that smashed the porn star’s side boobs.
Uschi was now nothing more than a rag doll who could only watch mournfully, grunting “OOOF!”---as Pretty Sally dismantled her mammoth mammaries. The taller woman was now in near total command, sending fist after pulverizing fist into Uschi’s underboobs.
“Gnuuuuhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ulpppp! OOOOOF!” yelped the Scanidnavian porn whore.
“Not so much of a fighter without the chloroform, eh, Uschi?” taunted Pretty Sally, continuing her furious fistic assault on the faded porn star’s bulbous udders.
“GNUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHH!” screamed Uschi as the Beauteous One smashed a left-right combination into Uschi’s left and rignt areolae.
Pretty Sally smirked as she continued to smack the Digard Rag Doll’s breasts from every direction. Uschi’s massive teats had become literal punching bags. And Pretty Sally was determined to batter, bruise and flatten the bitch’s greatest assets. The Female Champion feared that Uschi’s sun-drenched freckled tits accentuated the allure of Digard’s gargantuan jugs, so Pretty Sally had to demolish them,
The plan was working, but Pretty Sally was tiring. She still had not fully recovered from the chloroform.
“Gotta end this soon, thought Sally. I’m wiped!”
Though Uschi was reeling from the savage beatdown, she noticed that her foe’s last few punches barely hurt. Feigning great pain, Uschi played possum. Seemingly succumbing to Sally’s attack, Uschi’s knees buckled and she appeared ready to fall.
The relieved female champ turned to Ron and said: ‘The bitch is going down!“
But as she turned to face Uschi to administer the final blow, Sally was rocked by a massive right hook and a thunderous left uppercut.
“ULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPP!” yelped the stricken Sally, falling to the floor in a heap.
Against all odds, Uschi had rallied to nearly knock out her opponent. Planting her foot at the throat of the fallen Sally, Uschi exclaimed: “I don’t’ need chloroform to beat the shit out of you, skank!”
“Urkkkkkkkk!” gasped Pretty Skanky Sally as Uschi began grinding her foot on Sally’s windpipe.
“Submit, you flat-chested cunt!” demanded the Uber-Buxom Scandinavian Beauty.
“Can you take her out, Uschi?” asked Ron, who had rushed in to admire Uschi’s miraculous comeback.
“Without a doubt, lover. She’ll soon utter her surrender . . . or suffocate! HaHaHaHaHa!” gloated the International Film Star.
The prostrate Sally couldn’t believe her eyes or ears. “What the Hell just happened?” thought Sally as Uschi’s dominating foot continued to choke the air out of the taller woman’s lungs.
Worse yet, however, was watching Ron fondling Uschi’s massive freckled breasts and making out with her while the Scandinavian Beauty gleefully suffocated the smaller-breasted Sally.
“Your breasts are magnificent, Uschi” muttered Ron as he caressed and squeezed each Sweetly Freckled Orb.
“I know,” replied Uschi, “kiss them, lick them, inhale them.”
And Ron complied, licking, sucking and inhaling both of Uschi’s GIGANTIC TEATS.
“Like my freckles, lover?” inquired the Scandinavian Beauty.
“Love how the tan brought out the freckles on your sumptuous tits!” said Ron slobbering over Uschi’s lentiginous Scandinavian breasts.
The Golden State Gym owner continued his lingual action, journeying from Uschi’s jugs to her thighs and all the way down to her clit and vagina. And then he proceeded to give Uschi’s derriere a tongue bath, wildly licking and slurping her anus.
“Mmmmmmmmmm. Nice. Very nice, lover!” moaned Uschi while still strangling Pretty Skanky Sally with her foot.
Sally was on the brink of unconsciousness. Her body quivered and her arms pathetically flailed about.
“Ready to surrender, BITCH?” asked Uschi.
“I – I – I . . .”muttered Sally.
“Put the big hurt on her,” urged Ron as he finished licking Uschi’s ass crack.
Lifting Pretty Skanky Sally by the hair, the big-breasted porn star kept her right fist clenched —and smacked a haymaker to the taller woman’s jaw.
“Ulllllppppppppp. . .gnuhhhhhhhh!” gurgled Sally. But as the faltering female champ went down, she noticed a shiny object in Uschi’s clenched right hand.
In an instant, Pretty Sally realized that Uschi had been using a foreign object.
“CHEATING WHORE! I’m going to squash you and your fat cow tits!” roared a revived Pretty Sally.
Pretty Sally rose to her feet and sent an uppercut to Uschi’s left underboob..
“Uhhhhhhhhhhh!” moaned the stricken Scandinavian.
“Feel my knuckles, cow!” exclaimed Pretty Sally as she issued a second uppercut to Uschi’s right under- boob.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” cried a suddenly reeling Digard, dropping a small metallic pipe from her hand.
Then came a knee lift to Uschi’s soft belly.
“OOF!” cried the aging porn star.
Pretty Sally’s plowed her knee into the porn star’s squishy gut a second, third and fourth time.
“OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF!” gurgled Uschi.
Uschi raised her right fist in an attempt to punch her taller opponent’s jaw, but Pretty Sally parried this feeble thrust and smacked a right hook into Uschi’s left temple.
The stumbling Scandinavian didn’t even have time to collapse, as Pretty Sally grabbed Uschi’s locks and snap-mared the fat-titted Digard to the concrete floor.
Then the Beauteous One snap-mared Uschi to the concrete floor once again. And again! And again!
Pretty Sally lifted Uschi up and slammed a walloping fist into the Scandinavian sow’s kidney; the Beauteous One followed up with a punch to the small of Uschi’s back.
“Gnuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” yelped an incapacitated Uschi.
The once famous porn star’s flabby teats swayed to and fro as her legs buckled beneath her.
Pretty & Powerful Sally grabbed Uschi by her bush with one hand while taking hold of her neck with the other---and body-slammed Digard onto Ron’s metallic desk,
“KATTTHUMMMP!”
Pretty & Powerful Sally looked down at Uschi’s prone body and began reigning fist after fist into the Scandinavian’s gelatinous belly. Then the Female Champion punished Uschi’s floppy freckled tits with hammering blows.
“Oof-OOF-OOOF-OOOF! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh-OOOOOOF!” cried the helpless porn star as she wailed as her gigantic freckled jugs were being flattened.
The Beauteous Sally continued her onslaught, clasping her hands together and slamming Uschi’s quivering belly with a pulverizing ax-handle blow.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF! Guhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” screamed Uschi.
Smiled broadly, Pretty & Powerful Sally began slapping Uschi’s frecklesd mammaries repeatedly---and then spat on each teat in contempt.
“Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-OH-Oh-OH!” moaned the Scandinavian sow.
The Digard Rag Doll’s howls of pain increased five-fold as Pretty & Powerful Sally lifted the aging porn up by her areolae and nipples. “Arrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhh! Uuhhhhhhhh! Eeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkk!”

Now that she was back at full strength, there was no stopping Beauteous Sally. Twisting Uschi’s areolae and nipples, the Female Champion hurled her cow-titted foe into the adjacent wall.
“KATTHUMMMPPPPPPPPPPP!”
Uschi’s fat teats smacked into the plaster with such force that they cracked the wall. Pretty & Powerful Sally was waiting, however. And before the faded porn star could slide down the wall, the Beauteous One slammed five rapid-fire punches into the Scandinavian Rag Doll’s lower back.
“AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” screamed Uschi.
Pretty & Powerful Sally grabbed Uschi by the shoulders and turned her around so that the two females were facing each other. And what a tableau it was: the bedraggled Uschi’s blubbery udders, which had turned a purplish hue, sagged to Digard’s belly and dripped with the sweat of a defeated woman; and the contrasting Pretty & Powerful Sally, whose perfectly shaped conical breasts were firm and crowned by sensually sweet areolae and nipples.
“You’re a fucking hot mess, Digard---a washed up porno actress with floppy fat sacs of drooping tit flesh!” thundered Pretty & Powerful Sally, who began a rhythmic slow jabbing each of Uschi’s pendulous udders.
“Smack-smacketty-smack! Splatt-Slappetty-SLAP! Thwapp-Smack-smacketty-SMACK!!” announced Pretty & Powerful Sally’s bare-knuckled fists as they pounded, kneaded and plastered Uschi’s freckled breasts.
The Beauteous Sally relished her dominance over Uschi; now smacking the cow-titted Scandinavian’s side boobs; now smashing her fists directly into Digard’s inferior areolae; now clobbering Uschi’s udders with merciless uppercuts.
“The chloroform and the metal pipe kept you in the game, bitch. But now all bets are off. And I’m gonna make you pay for hurting me, you cheating fat fucktard!” announced Petty & Powerful Sally.
“OOF-OOOF-OOF-OOF! AIEEEEEE1 OH, OH-OH, OH! GUHHHHHHH-OOF-OOF-OOF” yelped the Digard Rag Doll as Pristinely Pretty Sally alternated stinging jabs and hooks to Uschis’ freckled teats with wallops to the older woman’s mushy gut.
“You really ARE a fat cow, Uschi. Always have been. And your blubbery hausfrau breasts just keep sagging. No amount of lighting can fix that, Digard. Did you really think your suntan freckles would help? Well just to make sure, I’m gonna pound them right off your cow teats!” said Supremely Sexy Sally.
By this time, Ron had joined the proceedings. “Nice work, Champ!” said the horny impressario of the Golden State Gym, who began licking and sucking Pretty Sally’s sensual areolae as the Beauteous One pounded each and every freckle on Digard’s drooping mammaries.
Uschi began to sob as she watched her former lover slobber over her rival’s firm and succulent breasts.
“Poor baby’s crying! Gotta fix that! Watch this, Ron!” announced Powerful Sally, sending a thunderous bare-knuckled right fist into Uschi’s left eye.
“I love the new mascara,” said Ron, referencing Uschi’s newly minted black eye. Then he fell to his knees and began licking Sensuous Sally’s Sweet Ass Crack.
“Let’s wrap this up!” exclaimed the Beauteous One, halting the fistic barrage and hoisting the Digard Rag Doll onto her shoulders.
Within seconds, Uschi had been body slammed to the concrete floor. Pretty Sally lifted the Scandinavian sow up by her mane and held her so that the videotape camera could focus on the Beauteous One’s handiwork. There was the Female Champion clasping Uschi’s hair in a painful ponytail---and displaying the battered, humbled and thoroughly defeated Digard for all the world to see.
Uschi’s face had lumped up; her black eye dripped tears onto a swollen cheekbone. The Scandinavian porn star’s massive mammaries were so bruised that her come-hither freckles were almost completely obscured. And Uschi’s bulbous breasts sagged even further down her waistline. Uschi’s belly was a sweaty, sloshy mass of gut flesh.
“Wait, there’s more!” announced Supremely Sally. While holding Digard by the hair with her right hand, the Female Champ sent a stinging left hook into the helpless Uschi’s right eye, blackening it instantly.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” yelped Uschi.
“Now that I’ve given you two shiners to go with your blubbery black and blue breasts, Uschi, it’s time to finish you off---in style!”
Pretty Sally let go of Uschi’s mane, but before the older woman could fall, the Beauteous One gripped each of the porn star’s deflated cow tits, whirled the Scandinavian sow around and hurled Uschi into the nearby wall---teat-first.
The impact flattened Uschi’s udders even more. But as Digard slid down the wall, Pretty Sally turned the old lady around and grabbed Uschi’s udders, stretching and jerking the squishy mammary meat up and down every which way.
“Mangling your mammaries---that’s the ticket, Uschi-sow!” chortled Pretty Sally.
The Female Champion twisted Uschi’s freckled tit meat clockwise and counterclockwise. The long fingernails of the Beauteous One’s hands dug into Uschi’s hausfrau boobs, tightening Pretty Sally’s grip and enabling her to hurl Digard into the wall on the other side of the gym.
Uschi hit the wall hard and was soon flat on her back.
Pretty Sally pounced on her fallen foe, foot-stomping on the faded porn star’s forehead. Pretty Sally then executed an atomic knee drop to Uschi’s udders. This was followed by a combined body press and headlock.” Take a look at a pair of superior breasts!” said Pretty Sally as she smeared her smaller but firmer tits all over the Scandinavian’s face and beaten freckled teats.
A nearly suffocated Uschi suddenly found herself being hauled up by her nipples. Seconds later, she was turned upside down---with her pendulous sun-freckled breasts dangling---and suplexed onto the concrete floor.
Quivering spasmodically from the pain to her back and noggin, Uschi whimpered as Scintillating Sally continued to batter the Scandinavian sow senseless. The Beauteous One launched blockbuster rights and lefts to the supine Uschi’s fat and floppy teats. Next came vicious knee drops to Uschi’s forehead---followed by elbow drops to Digard’s freckled mammaries.
Continuing her attack, Pretty Sally grabbed a fistful of Uschi’s hair and dragged the aging porn star to the perimeter outside the ring, placing the Scandinavian sow’s neck on the top rope.
“BWWAAAAAAAANG!” reverberated around the gym as Beauteous Sally pulled the rope inward on Digard’s throat, causing Uschi to fly backward.
Beauteous Sally waited until Uschi had fallen back onto the concrete floor before pouncing. The tall woman leaped over the top ring rope, landing feet first on the Digad Rag Doll’s freckled breasts. “OOOOOF,” grunted Uschi as Pretty Sally put her full weight onto her foes squished teats.
Stepping off of Digard’s deflating udders, Pretty Sally grabbed two handfuls of freckled tit meat and hauled Uschi up to her feet. Shoving the shorter woman against the wall, the Beauteous One starting pounding away at Uschi’s flopping udders.
“Uhhhhhhh . . .Ohhhhh . . .Gnuuhhhuuu . . . OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF!” yelped Uschi
“Pristinely Pretty Sally is gonna beat your melons flat, Digard. Dig what your Mistress is saying? HaHaHaHa!”
“P-P-Please s-s-stop . . .!” begged Uschi, attempting to protect her gargantuan tits with her hands.
Uschi’s feeble---and foolish---maneuver left her wide open for a roundhouse right to the jaw that rattled the old porn star’s teeth.
Pretty Sally’s next move was to box Uschu’s ears. “WHOOMP! WHOOMP! WHOOMP!”
Instinctively raising her hand to protect her ears, Uschi once again left herself wide open, This time, however, Beauteous Sally’s targets were----you guessed it!----Uschi’s big fat freckled teats.
“SMACKETTY-SMACK-SMACK! SMACKETTY-SMACK-SMACK! SMACKETTY-SMACK!” screamed Uschi’s massive mammaries as Pretty Sally joyously worked over Digard’s dangling udders.
The sweat from the washed-up porn star’s melons now dripped onto her stomach, which gave Pretty Sally a wonderful pugilistic idea.
In between pummeling the older woman’s jugs, Beauteous Sally issued bare-knuckled punches to the Scandinavian’s sweat-soaked jiggling belly.
“OOF-OOF! OOOF-OOOF! OOOF-OOF-OOOOF!” groaned a thoroughly battered Uschi Digard.
Pristinely Pretty Sally truly relished pumping her fists into the folds of her rival’s marshmallow mid-section: “You may be a gutless whore who can’t throw a punch, Uschi, but that gut of yours sure is paunchy. HaHaHaHaHaHa!”
The Beauteous One’s alternated her blows---from stinging jabs to straight rights and lefts to sidewinding punches to uppercuts to the aging porn star’s blubbery solar plexus.
“OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF!” moaned a thoroughly incapacitated Uschi.
One of Pretty Sally’s nasty uppercuts started at Uschi’s jelly belly and then finished on her left teat. Soon both of Uschi’s massive freckled teats were on the receiving end of Beauteous Sally’s explosive blows.
And what a sight it was: Uschi’s massive mammaries flopped up and down, stretched and mangled by a superior woman’s bare-knuckled fury. Pretty Sally smiled her All-American-girl smile as she wreaked havoc on her fat-breasted foe’s inferior tits.
You see, it’s every big-breasted woman’s nightmare---and one that Uschi was now living ignominiously----to lose a lover and a fight to a smaller-breasted rival. Uschi lost two lovers to the Perfectly Pristine Sally: Ronnie (her husband) and Ron (the Golden State Gym & Video proprietor).
Big bosomed women live in fear that their much admired jugs, which are purportedly more attractive to males, will ultimately be seen as pendulous cow teats. And the minute a man spots a smaller but firmer breasted female, he will drop the bovine-breasted female in a heartbeat and turn to the lithe chick.
It’s a myth that female fighters with huge boobs are tougher and stronger. Actually, the bigger the teat, the better the target.
Small and medium-breasted women also tend to have more alluring areolae. And Pretty Sally’s areolae were peerless, pristine and perfect.
Uschi’s recently acquired sun-tan chest freckles were the only things going for the beleaguered bovine-breasted porn star. But Pristinely Perfect Sally had so damaged Digard’s teats that their lentiginous come-hither allure was fading.
Pretty Sally was taking the Scandinavian sow apart, beating her to a pulp in the most humbling manner.
Returning to Uschi’s freckled breasts with renewed uppercuts, Pretty Sally proceeded to batter Digard’s blubbery boobs with no other purpose than to crush the old hag’s spirit once and for all.
Uschi’s breast meat was subjected to Pretty Sally’s merciless drubbing, elongating in odd directions with every jackhammer fist from the Female Champion.
The pain of seeing her prized assets so savagely pummeled---and the humiliation of being so easily bested, beaten and dominated by a smaller-breasted woman---had sapped Uschi’s will.
She was ready to submit.
However, Pristinely Pretty Sally sought complete subjugation and servility. So she decided to ratchet up the humiliation. Instead of punishing Uschi with rapid-fire uppercuts and hooks, the Beauteous One began to slowly, methodically and contemptuously slap and back slap each of Uschi’s freckled teats.
“SLAPPPPPP . . . SLAP-SLAP . . . SLAPPPPPP . . .SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!” echoed around the gym as the Female Champion’s hands slapped Uschi’s old breasts into complete ignominy
“UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Ohhhhhhh! OOf-OOf!” moaned the Digard Rag Doll in response.
In contrast to Pretty Sally’s conical medium-sized breasts---with their succulent pink areolae---Uschi’s drooping udders swung pendulously to and fro. They were the antithesis of the Pristine Sally’s uber-firm tits. And Beauteous Sally’s slapping constituted an open-handed humiliation.
Pretty Sally had to ensure that she extinguished the remaining allure of Uschi’s massive tits. For the Scandinavian’s freckled cleavage could still turn heads---namely Ron’s. So Pretty Sally strove to reduce Uschi to complete subservience, which entailed mocking and dismantling her mammaries.
Targeting the sweet sun freckles on Uschi’s teats, Pretty Sally alternated her humbling slaps with stinging jabs and outright clouts to the Scandinavian’s fleshy orbs.
“OOF-UHHHHH! OOOF-OOOF-OWWWW-GUHHHHHH! P-P-Please s-s-stop . . . hurting me . . .!” cried an overwhelmed Uschi, raising her arms to protect her tits.
“Not likely, bitch!” exclaimed Beauteous Sally, grabbing a handful of Uschi’s matted mane and slugging the old lady in the jaw.
Down went Uschi, landing flat on her back. Pretty Sally then proceeded to stomp on each of Uschi’s freckled mammaries, pancaking both teats with undisguised glee.
At that moment, Ron strolled over and added his droll observation: “Pretty Sally is pretty tough.”
“Roger that, lover!” retorted Pretty Sally as she kissed Ron full in the mouth while continuing to stomp on the supine Uschi’s freckled breasts.
“Love what you’re doing to Uschi,” muttered Ron as his cock hardened every time Pretty Sally stomped on Uschi’s freckled breasts.
“And I love that your dick is stiffening, lover. Is it because I’m making mincemeat of that cow’s fat udders?” inquired Pretty Sally.
“Perhaps. Or perhaps not. Seems you’re intimidated by Uschi’s gargantuan natural breasts,” added Ron.
“W-What, lover?” asked a suddenly worried Sally.
“Seems you can’t finish her off. Maybe you’re just afraid of a strikingly beautiful film star with freckled cleavage that just won’t quit,” said Ron, sowing doubt in the Female Champion’s mind.
Ron’s argument stunned Sally so much so that she stopped stomping Uschi underfoot.
Uschi, however, got a respite and a green light to take the fight to a suddenly tremulous Sally. While Sally was standing there in shock, Uschi lifted her arm violently in between her foe’s legs.

Sally crumpled to the floor. Uschi, on the other hand, rose to her feet and promptly kicked her rival in the ribs,, Then she lifted Sally up by her locks and sent a roundhouse right to the taller woman’s mid-section. Uschi’s bare knuckles smacked directly into Sally appendectomy scar.
“AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” howled Sally.
A smiling Uschi relished having the upper hand---or fist. As Sally bent at the waist, Uschi rocketed an uppercut to the faltering female champion’s jaw.
“Guuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” cried a pain-wracked Sally, falling flat on her back yet again.
“Some champion you are, Not So Pretty Sally!” exclaimed Uschi as she looked down at her fallen foe. In addition to flexing her biceps, Uschi proudly flexed her bountiful and beautifully freckled breasts.
As Uschi jiggled one giant freckled breast and then the other to underscore the superiority of her massive mammaries, she kicked and stomped Sally’s smaller tits. Uschi made sure to twist Sally’s nipples with her toes, too.
“Your girl-scout puppies are no match for my huge womanly breasts, bitch. As for your areolae, they’re ugly!” declared Uschi Digard.
A reeling Sally could do nothing but watch her rival gloat--- and absorb a humiliating foot-beating.
Uschi bent down and hauled Sally up by the hair, dragging the woebegone female champion over to Ron’s desk. Sitting on top of the desk, the Scandinavian sexpot forced Sally to kneel and place her head between Uschi’s thighs.
Then Uschi enveloped Sally’s face, executing a sitting scissor-hold. All the while, Uschi continued to flex her undulating lentiginous jugs.
“Uschi is dominating this bout; and she is overwhelming a clearly intimidated Sally. Sally is not sitting so pretty now. In fact, Sally is on her knees and may be ready to submit to the Beautiful and Powerful Uschi Digard,” said Ron, who had stopped by to witness Uschi’s startling comeback.
Crushing Sally’s head between her thighs while flexing her freckled breasts, Uschi winked at Ron, who scurried over.
“See how easily I’m dismantling the so-called female champion of the Golden State Gym. I don’t need chloroform or a foreign object to trash that skinny whore!” said Uschi.
“No you don’t, Uschi!” replied Ron who began to suck, lick and slobber over Uschi’s jiggling freckled teats.
“Mmmmmmm, Ron. Don’t you just love worshipping my sexy freckled breasts?” moaned Uschi, tightening her scissor-hold on the nearly defeated Sally’s head.
The sight of Ron slobbering over Uschi’s lentiginous mammaries---while Sally suffered betwixt Uschi’s meaty thighs---was too much to bear for the female champion.
Sally raised her hand to tap out on Uschi’s thigh---and submit to her rival---but changed her mind at the last instant. Ron’s behavior did it. Sally became incensed watching Ron slavishly slurping each freckle on Uschi’s fleshy tits.
So Sally bit the inside of Uschi’s right thigh.
“Aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” screeched Uschi, releasing Sally.
Sensing renewed hostilities, Ron backed off to watch the fireworks.
Pretty Sally pounced with ferocity, punching Uschi’s left udder with her right fist; next came an uppercut to Uschi’s other udder that sent the Scandinavian’s bulbous milk sac flying upward. And went it came down, Pretty Sally nailed it again, smacking Uschi’s nipple and areola and flattening the massive teat in the process. The same fate awaited Uschi’s left breast, as Beauteous Sally smashed it flat.
Pretty Sally was back in command now; and she would accept nothing less than the total destruction of Uschi’s and her fleshy freckled teats.
So the Golden State Gym’s Female Champion went to work on Uschi’s lentiginous breasts, jabbing both massive orbs so that each freckle shook and jiggled. Pristinely Pretty Sally alternated these rabbit punches with humiliating slaps to Uschi’s face. And the Scandinavian sow was so dumbfounded and disoriented that she just stood there and soaked up the humiliating beatdown.
Shifting to Uschi’s spongy waistline, Pristinely Pretty Sally administered a belly pasting of the aging porn star’s stomach.
“OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF! OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF!” grunted Uschi as Spellbinding Sally’s bare knuckles pounded Digard’s gut, plunging deeply into the folds of the Scandinavian’s sweaty belly flesh,
“Pretty Sally is pretty tough and---surprisingly resilient,” volunteered Ron, who had sauntered over to add his smarmy commentary.
“Lick my ass crack, Ron---and beg my forgiveness!” commanded the Pristinely Beautiful Sally.
Without wasting a moment, the Golden State Gym’s raunchy impresario fell to his knees behind Pretty Sally and began smooching her butt cheeks and licking her anus.
“Worship my entire derriere, Ron! And keep swirling your tongue inside my anus while I beat the crap out of Old Lady Uschi!” exclaimed Sweet & Powerful Sally.
“Mmmmmmmmmfff-slurppp. Your wish is my command, O Beauteous One!” replied an obedient Ron.
“Oh, and one more thing, Ron. When you finish inhaling my ass crack and licking its sweet center, fetch me a stool and a bucket. Then bring them to the center of the ring,” ordered Spellbinding Sally.
Ron completed his lingual worship of the Beauteous One’s butt as Pretty Sally continued the destruction of the Digard Rag Doll.

Uschi was now on the receiving end of Pretty Sally’s open-handed slaps. The taller woman’s message was clear: I can beat, defeat and humiliate you, Uschi, by just slapping you from head to toe.
Pretty Sally SLAPPED Uschi’s face to and fro; once, twice and thrice.
Pristinely Perfect Sally SLAPPED Uschi’s freckled right teat to and fro.
Spellbinding Sally SLAPPED Uschi’s freckled left teat to and fro.
In between slaps to Uschi’s dangling jugs, Pretty Sally smacked a one-two combination to the Scandinavian’s marshmallow mid-section.
“OOF-OOF! OOOOOOOF-OOOFF!” groaned Uschi.
Then it was back to humiliating open-handed slaps.
Pretty Sally began a speed-bad slapping of Uschi’s pendulous breasts, making sure to slap each freckle on each teat.
“SLAPPPPP-SLPAPPETTY-SLAPPPPP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!”
Uschi’s udders were stretching, flopping and dangling in every imaginable direction as the hands of a superior woman mangled the Scandinavian’s helpless melon,
Satisfied that her open-handed slapping assault had caused sufficient damage and humiliation, Superior Sally clenched her fists and began punching the aging porn star’s tits.
Pretty Sally launched a left hook into Uschi’s right side-boob, followed by a right uppercut to Uschi’s let boob.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!. Gahhhhhhhhhhhh! OOOOOOOOF!” gurgled the stricken Scandinavian.
Uschi’s pain was too much to bear; but all Uschi could do was simply absorb Pretty Sally’s withering blows.
Knowing she’d just about demolished her fat-breasted adversary, the Female Champion grinned as Uschi tottered and wobbled.
“Guhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” cried Uschi as Pretty Sally slugged Digard’s mouth.
“OOOOOOOOF!” groaned Uschi as Pretty Sally’s left fist plowed into the aging porn star’s sweaty marshmallow belly,
And as the wobbly porn star tumbled forward, Pretty Sally sent an upraised knee into Uschi’s jaw.
Down went Uschi---flat on her back.
Smirking saucily, Pristinely Sweet Sally began using her feet to stomp Uschi’s already flattened cow teats.
“Guhhhhhhh .. . . uhhhhhhh . . . gahhhhhhh . . . OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF!” sputtered Uschi
Sensing the end of Uschi was nigh, Spellbinding Sally executed left and right elbow drops to both of the faded porn star’s freckled breasts.
“How does that feel, Uschi! A superior woman is wiping the floor with you all over the Golden State Gym. Teaching you a lesson, bitch! Putting your fat cow-tits in their place,” declared Sweet Sally.
Uschi’s breadbasket also came under attack, as Pretty Sally’s feet smacked and stomped the Scandinavian’s soft, sweaty belly.
The contemptuous Female Champion looked down at her sorry rival and exclaimed: “Cowardly Cow can’t get up and fight, can she? Cowardly Cow is a fat, sloppy mess, isn’t she? Cowardly Cow must now thank Mistress Sally for beating the living shit of her? What do you say, Cowardly Cow?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Uschi Digard---who had appeared on the silver screen in “Kentucky Fried Movie”---debased herself by kissing, slurping and licking her rival’s feet, declaring: “I, Cowardly Uschi Digard, thank you Mistress Pretty Sally. Thank you, O Superior Woman, for beating me to a pulp. Thank you, Pristine Mistress Sally. Mmmmmmmffffff –Mwah-mwah-sluuurpppp.”
Smirking at her flabby-titted foe, Beauteous Sally commanded the Cowardly Cow to “Moo!”
Uschi immediately fell on all fours and began mooing like the bulbous-breasted bovine she resembled.
“Mooooooooooo! Mooooooooo! Mooooooooooooooooooooooo!” exclaimed Uschi ignominiously.
Grabbing Uschi’s now matted page-boy bob coiffure, Pristinely Beautiful Sally took hold of Digard’s locks and walked the old porn star---on all fours---into the ring.
Offering no resistance, Uschi was thrust into a ring corner as Pretty Sally pounded her blubbery belly with one-two combinations.
“OOF-OOF-OOO-OOOF! OOOF-OOOFF-OOOOOOOF!-OOOF!” groaned Uschi.
Looking to dish out more humble pie, Pretty Sally switched gears, clouting Uschi with a right haymaker to the jaw and then a brain-rattling uppercut to the chin that put the old porn star on her ass.
Uschi Digard was a wreck. Humiliated and pummeled with impunity, she scrambled to her feet and surprisingly put up her dukes.
“Well, lookee here, Cowardly Cow Digard wants to fight. C’mon, Uschi! Pristine Mistress Sally is gonna give you the ever-loving beating of your worthless life, BITCH!” taunted Superior Mistress Sally.
Uschi swung at Pretty Sally, who easily ducked and smacked a bare-knuckled fist into Digard’s jiggling stomach meat.
“OOOOOOOF!” cried Uschi, bending at the waist---and leaving herself open for Pretty Sally’s left hook to Digard’s dangling right teat.
Pristinely Pretty Sally then danced about the helpless porn star, peppering Uschi with jabs to the cheek bones, nose and forehead.
“ULPP! Owwwww! Guhhhhhhhhh! UHHhhhhhhhhhh!” gurgled Uschi as Pretty Sally’s blows found their mark.
Pretty Sally continued her methodically cruel dismantling of Uschi, pasting both of Digard’s pendulous freckled tits for a full fifteen minutes.
Knowing that both Ron and Ronnie had lovingly licked and sucked Uschi’s massive lentiginous breasts. Pretty Sally vented her full fistic rage on Digard’s teat meat: “WHOOMP-WHOOMPETTY-SMACK! SMNACK-SMACKETTY-SMACK! WHOM-SMACK-SMACK!”
Pretty Sally’s high spiky breasts and succulently sumptuous areolae were clearly superior to Uschi’s house-frau udders---and the Female Champion was providing visual proof by pounding away at Digard’s drooping milk sacs.

Every few seconds or so, Pretty Sally would stop punching Uschi’s swaying cow teats and smash a fist into Digard’s face, reminding the older woman that Mistress Pretty Sally owned the bovine porn star.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh---ulllppppp!” gurgled Uschi one such blow mashed her facial features.

Pretty Sally followed that punch up with a side-winding left hook to Uschi’s right ear; then came a right hook to Uschi’s left ear. A clout to Uschi’s forehead ended any thought that Uschi might have entertained of mounting a comeback,

Humiliated, beaten and pounded to the core, a slack-jawed Uschi tottered in the corner, her massive pendulous udders swaying to and fro.

Pretty Sally proceeded to give Uschi’s cow teats a speed-bag pummeling that turned each sac of freckled flesh into so much mincemeat.

“Your fat teats won’t attract any man now, Cowardly Cow Uschi! But they do serve a purpose!” chortled Pristine Sally, hitting Digard’s dangling freckled orbs with another one-two combination!”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . .Uhhhhhhhhh ; OOF-OOF!” groaned Uschi as she soaked up Pristine Sally’s bare-knuckled blows.

“Is that all you have to say for yourself, Cowardly Cow Uschi?” asked Pretty Powerful Sally.

“N-N-No . . . uhhhhh. T-T-Thank you for beating me up, Pristine Mistress Sally!” responded a groveling Uschi.

“You mean like this?” inquired the Female Champion, punching Uschi’s sweaty-soaked belly with glee,

“OOF-OOF . . . y-yes, Superior Mistress Sally!” grunted the obsequious Uschi.

“And like this?” asked Superior Mistress Sally, sending two knee-lifts to both of Uschi’s pendulous bovine udders.

“Ullpppppppppp . . . guhhhhhhhh . . . . Ooooooof . . . y-y-yess . . Pristine Mistress Sally!” yelped the Cowardly Uschi.

Turning to Ron, who had once again ventured nearby, Pretty Sally declared: “ See, lover. I told you she was a COWARD!” And to underscore that reality, Superior Mistress Sally nailed Uschi with a powerful uppercut to the chin, flooring the old lady.

Flat on her back yet again---but still conscious---Uschi had to absorb Pretty Sally’s cruel kicks to her big floppy---but still luscious---freckled teats.

An unrelenting Pretty Sally then executed four perfect elbow drops to Digard’s lentiginous tits, landing on Uschi’s freckled breast flesh with maximum impact.

Uschi’s body quaked and quivered.

“Finish her off,” urged Ron.
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And Superior Mistress Sally complied, lifting the beaten Rag-Doll Digard off the mat and hurling the older woman into the turnbuckle.

Uschi’s arms became entangled in the ring ropes, making her drooping milk sacs targets yet again.

“WHOOMP-WHOOMPETTY-SMACK! SMACKETTY-WHOOMP-WHOOMPETTY-SMACK!” reverberated around the Golden State Gym as Superior Mistress Sally punched, pounded and pummeled Uschi’s freckled tits.

Sensing her imminent victory, Pretty Sally stopped punishing Uschi and began to strut around the ring. But in taking her eye off the nearly vanquished Uschi Digard, Sally didn’t notice that lecherous Ron had slipped back into the ring.

And the salivating owner of the Golden State Gym was now sucking, licking and slurping every freckle on Uschi’s massive lentiginous breasts.

“Mmmmmm . .. Oh , , Oh .. .YESSSSSSSSS!” moaned Uschi, who started to revive as Ron lasciviously licked her Fabulously Freckled Tits.

Sensing something was amiss, Sally turned. Too late, however. The Fighting Freckled Porn Star swung a mighty fist!

“THWACKKKKKK!” was heard around the ring as a resurgent Uschi unleashed a stunning right hook to Sally’s jaw.

Sally went down, but Uschi quickly lifted the fallen female champion up---and hammered a painful uppercut to the taller woman’s chin. Sally went flying over the top rope and onto the concrete floor---with the newly confident Uschi in hot pursuit,

The Scandinavian sexpot jumped over the top rope, landing feet first on Sally’s smaller titties. Then Uschi began to vigorously stomp Sally’s smaller breasts.

“How do you like it, you flat-chested whore?” inquired Uschi.

Before her opponent could answer, the Scandinavian Sexpot bent down, scooped up the taller woman and body-slammed Not So Pretty Sally onto the concrete floor.

Sally was reeling as Uschi continued her assault. A second brutal body-slam followed.

“THHHUUUUUUUUUD!” echoed throughout the gym as Sally hit the concrete floor again.

There was no respite for the female champ, as Uschi executed a devastating leg drop across Not So Pretty Sally’s already aching tits.

“Guhhhhhh . . . OOOOOOOOF!” groaned the wilting female champ.

Behaving like the imminent victrix, Big Bosomed Uschi viciously dropped a knee on Sally’s smaller titties, making sure to grind the supine woman’s areolae.

“I am going to destroy your girl-scout breasts, Puny Sally!” declared a newly confident Uschi, delivering another devastating knee drop to the suddenly trembling Sally’s teats.

“Ohhhhhhhhh . . . I-I-I can’t take m-m-much more of this,” admitted Sally.

That’s all Uschi needed to hear, slapping the supine Sally’s face in between slaps and punches to the female champ’s shaking tit flesh.

“Smack her around some more---and don’t forget to pound her appendectomy scar,” urged the ever-present Ron.

“OOOOOOOOOOOF-ULLLLLPPPPPPPPPP . . . OHHHHH!” screamed Sally as Uschi’s axe-handle blow smashed into her foe’s scar.

Uschi smiled as she grabbed a fistful of Sally’s hair, lifted the taller woman to her feet and administered a belly pummeling clinic of the Not So Pretty One’s solar plexus.

“OOF-OOF! OOF-OOF! OOOOOOOF-OOOOF! OOOOOOOF-OOOOOF!” yelped Sally.

Not So Pretty Sally had underestimated Uschi; and she stood there helplessly, absorbing a humiliating beating without lifting so much as a finger.

“Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!” laughed Uschi. “I never needed anything more than my fists to defeat you, Not So Pretty Sally. You’re nothing more than a flat-chested twig!”

And with that declaration, Uschi unleashed a massive uppercut that sent Sally sailing through the air.

Now flat on her back---and completely at Uschi’s mercy---the female champ quaked as Uschi Digard approached.

The Scandinavian Sexpot was savoring her comeback, so she put on an impromptu bump-and-grind striptease routine that accentuated her Magnificently Freckled Mammaries. Uschi jiggled her lentiginous jugs to entice Ron and humiliate the prostrate puny Sally.

Lowering herself over Sally, Uschi employed her Fantastically Freckled Triple-D Digard Melons.to slap the fallen champion’s face back and forth, up and down and to and fro.

Pummeled into near submission by Uschi’s Massive Lentiginous Mammaries, Sally seemed on the verge of a humiliating surrender.

“Mmmmmmmmf . . I-I-I . . .” gurgled Sally as Uschi’s Fleshy Freckled Teats engulfed her breathing passages.

But then Pretty Sally watched in horror as Ron slid alongside her---and began licking and sucking the Scandinavian Sexpot’s Sweetly Freckled Breasts while Uschi’s teats savagely swatted the weakened Female Champion’s visage.

The lecherous Ron was slurping the freckled flesh of Uschi’s under and side boobs. “Mmmmmmm. . . Ahhhhhh. Uschi’s freckled teats are so sweet—and they’re beating up Sally . . . HaHaHaHaHa!”

An enraged Pretty Sally shook off her stupor and pain.

“ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” yelled Pristine & Powerful Sally, viciously raising a knee into Uschi’s fat gut.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF” yelped the stricken Digard.

Superior Mistress Sally followed up her knee-lift with a right uppercut to Uschi’s left freckled breast; then came a left uppercut to Uschi’s right freckled breast.

Rising to her feet, Stupendous Sally bent down to grab the fallen Uschi by her thick pussy hairs. Then the Beauteous One took hold of her foe’s mane---and lifted Digard high in the air.

Sensing the tide off battle had turned, smarmy Ron began licking Pretty Sally’s butt-hole as the Female Champion held Uschi Diagrd aloft.

“That’s right, Ron! It’s about time you repented. Worship my anus, lover. Lick it good!” commanded Superior Mistress Sally.

“Pristine Sally is stupendously strong---and tough!” added an obsequious Ron, inserting his tongue deep into the Female Champion’s ass crack.

While Ron was busy sliding his hungry tongue in and out of Pristine Sally’s anus---and kissing her sweet butt cheeks---the Female Champion effortlessly twirled her hapless foe overhead in an airplane spin.

And as Uschi’s freckled teats flopped about, swaying hither and yon, Superior Mistress Sally approached the squared circle---and in one mighty effort---hurled Rag Doll Digard over the ropes and onto the ring apron.

Landing tit first, Uschi’s rolled over, absorbing Pristine & Powerful Sally’s cruel kick to the ribs. A second kick smashed into Uschi’s temple. Then Superior Mistress Sally began stomping her foot on Uschi’s still succulent freckled tits.

Before Uschi could process all this pain, however, Superior Mistress Sally lifted the Digard Rag Doll up by her mane---and started cluster-punching Uschi’s fat belly.

“OOF-OOF! OOOF-OOOF-OOOF-OOOF! OOOOOOOOOOF-OOOF-OOOO0F-OOOOF!” yelped the Scandinavian house frau.

“Finish the fat bitch off, Superior Mistress Sally!” urged Ron.

And that’s just what the Female Champion proceeded to do ---in a most humiliating fashion!

Shoving the Digard Rag Doll into the corner, Pretty Sally unleased a stinging right hook to Uschi’s left eye. Then came some jab-jab-jabbing to the selfsame pupil, puffing up the eye and closing it shut.

Pretty Sally next offensive thrust was a flurry of punches to Uschi’s dough-like breadbasket.
“OOF! OOF-OOF! OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF!” moaned Uschi as Superior Mistress Sally’s fists plowed deeply into the sweaty, fleshy folds of the aging porn star’s jiggling belly.

Repeatedly pounding Uschi’s marshmallow mid-section was but a prelude to Pretty Sally’s next maneuver: a barrage of uppercuts to Rag Doll Digard’s freckled teats.

Uschi’s luscious lentiginous breasts flew and flopped in gravity-defying angles as Pretty Sally’s fists pounded and pummeled the Scandinavian’s huge milk sacs with maximum force.

“You’re nothing but a stupid cow, Uschi!” snarled Superior Mistress Sally, smacking a thunderous uppercut to Digard’s right under-boob.

“Uhhhhhh—ohhhh . . . y- y-yes, Ma’am,” responded a subservient Uschi, absorbing the blow and watching her massive, beautifully freckled breasts being pounded into mincemeat by the smaller-breasted Female Champion.

“And what does Rag Doll Ushci have to say about the beating she is receiving at the hands of Superior Mistress Sally?” asked Superior Mistress Sally.

“T-T-Thank y-you Ma’am . . OOF-OOF . . .uhhhhhhh Thank you for beating me up!” replied Cowardly Uschi.

“Is that all, coward?” asked Pretty Sally, sending yet another punishing fist directly into the areola of Uschi’s left teat.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . . . guhhhh. T-T-Thank you for turning my tit meat into mincemeat, Sweet, Powerful & Superior Mistress Sally!” gurgled the Digard Rag Doll.

Dismantling Uschi Digard was not enough for Pristine & Powerful Sally.

No, the Female Champion of the Golden State Gym wanted to retain her belt by demolishing the myth of Uschi Digard’s pulchritude and femininity---and exposing the aging slut as nothing more than a short, fat-breasted housefrau; a cowardly weakling, actually.

As for beauty, Uschi could not hold a candle to Pretty Sally’s All-American good looks. The tall, svelte and Sexy Sally turned more heads than Uschi ever could. For Pretty Sally’s firm conical breasts never sagged---and her areolae literally hypnotized men, stiffening their cocks at first sight. And she was more curvaceous than the Digard Rag Doll.

The Pristinely Beautiful Sally was now demonstrating that Uschi Digard’s status as a sexy soft-core porn star---including moments on Hollywood’s silver screen---were a mirage aided and abetted by lighting and slick camera work.

“WHUMMMMP! WHUMMP-WHUMMMMPETTY-WHUUMP!” thundered Pretty Sally’s fists as they boxed each of Uschi’s ears.

“Whose tits are better?” asked Pretty Sally, switching tactics and smashing a right cross into Uschi’s mouth.

“Gahhhhh . . ohhhh. .. uhhhh . . . Superior Mistress Sally’s has the superior boobs!” responded Uschi through her bloodied lip.

As if to underscore that reality, Pristine Mistress Sally began a slow and steady punching-bag pummeling of Uschi’s pendulous freckled breasts: “SMACK-SMACK-SMACKETTY-SMACK1 SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SPLATT! SMACKETTY-SPLATT-SMACK-SMACK!”

“Uschi’s fat teats are taking a well-deserved beating. Isn’t that right, Digard?” inquired a vicious Pretty Sally, murdering Uschi’s massive mammaries with punishing fists.

“Y-Y –Yes . ..uhhhh . OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF . . . Superior Mistress Sally, my breasts deserve to be beaten and battered . . . because they pale in comparison to your Magnificent Tits,” muttered Uschi ignominiously.

“Damn straight, bitch!” echoed Pristine & Powerful Sally, swatting and slamming the droopimg freckled flesh of Uschi’s huge orbs.

Pretty Sally’s blows to Uschi’s lentiginous tit meat were intended to both debilitate and humiliate the already tottering porn star.

Pretty Sally made sure to pound each freckle on Uschi’s distended breasts, punching the under-boobs and side-boobs with bare-knuckled disdain.

As a result of this teat pummeling, Rag Doll Digard’s gargantuan freckled globes were sagging nearly to her blubbery belly. So the Beauteous One launched uppercuts to Uschi’s flopping milk sacs, followed by a round of one-two combinations to the old porn star’s sweaty paunch,

“OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF! ULP-ULPPPPP-OOF-OOOOOOOOF!” gurgled the beaten Uschi, who simply soaked up the fistic punishment.

Uschi’s total inferiority made Pretty Sally smile her All-American smile as she went in for the kill.

“You’re a fat cow, a STUPID fat cow, Uschi!” taunted Superior Mistress Sally, issuing another stunning punch to the Scandinavian female’s deeply blackened eye, which was completely shut, followed by a savage left hook to Uschi’s right temple.

Uschi’s knees buckled from the sheer force of the blows, prompting Pristine Sally to smash an uppercut to her battered opponent’s jaw. Then came a fist to the nose and another to the forehead.

“Superior Mistress Sally is fucking your face up but good, Uschi!” exclaimed the Uber Sexy Sally, pasting Digard’s lumped-up visage with yet another punch. This latest blow was a powerful right hook to Uschi’s mouth, which cut the wobbly housefrau’s lip.

“UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-Ullllpppppp! . . Gnuhhhhhhh!” cried Uschi as she tasted blood.

This tableau was silver screen worthy: two naked female warriors facing each other in combat. However, only one could be considered a real combatant: Pristinely Beautiful Sally. Bathed in a glowing sheen of sexy victory perspiration, Pretty Sally grinned broadly as she battered Digard with impunity. Uschi was nothing more than a flabby female punching bag, a slab of meat that her superior foe was tenderizing.

In fact, Uschi was being slaughtered.

As her face was rocked with clout after hard-fisted clout, Cowardly Uschi’s pendulous freckled breasts quivered, jiggled and swayed like, well, a cow’s teats.

“Superior Mistress Sally is gonna milk those udders, COWardly Uschi! HaHaHaHaHA!” proclaimed the Female Champion, launching into a rapid speed-bag pummeling of Uschi’s Udders.

“KATHUMPPETTY-KATHUMPETTY-SMACK! SMACK-SMACK-SMACKETTY-SMACK!” sounded throughout the Golden State Gym as Superior Mistress Sally pounded and relentlessly punished Digard’s sagging cow teats while the older woman absorbed a humiliating and insolent beating.

If this were a boxing match, the referee would have stopped the bout long ago. Nearly unconscious, Uschi was nothing more than a limp coward whose bloodied lip, prominent shiner, battered breasts and bruised forehead bespoke a broken woman, Superior Mistress Sally’s owned the Cowardly porn whore, clubbing Uschi’s entire body now with unrestrained fistic ferocity. Each bare-knuckled punch mangled and mauled Uschi’s drooping freckled breasts, pounded Digard’s overhanging pot belly and made her face a lumpy, puffy mess.

“Poor Uschi’s not so alluring now that Mistress Sally has beaten her senseless,” said the Beateous One, issuing a wicked blow to Uschi’s nose---and then punching both of the old lady’s cheek bones with lefts and rights.

Uschi’s nose spurted blood; and her cheek bones began to swell. But then her chin was lifted up in the air as Pretty, Pristine & Powerful Sally uncorked an uppercut that made the Digard Rag Doll head snap back.

That’s when Superior Mistress Sally decided to administer a speed-bag facial to Uschi’s battered countenance.

“THWACK-THAWACK-SLAMMETTY-SLAM-SMACK-SMACKETTY-SMACK –KATHUMPETTY-WHOOMP!” echoed around the gym as Pretty Sally’s cruel fists turned Uschi’s head into a living bobble head.

When Pretty Sally had finished her bare-knuckled barrage, the Female Champion paused to admire the fruits of her fistic labor. The totally battered Uschi’s face was a truly hot mess: fat lip, bruised cheek bones, torn lip, bloody nose and a black eye that was swollen shut. Everyone could see that the aging porn star had been humiliatingly mauled by a superior woman, a more beautiful woman, a more powerful woman: The Incomparably Exquisite Sally.

The once proud Hollywood star was now a pitiful sight. Her arms hung listlessly around the ring ropes in the corner. Her eyes looked up helplessly at her superior, Pretty Sally.

Pretty Sally smiled her Sexy All-American Smile and asked the inferior Uschi: “Mistress has a choice here. I can slaughter you---and don’t think I wouldn’t, bitch. Or I can put you and your fat udders to good use. That presupposes that you know who you are, cunt. So . . . who . . or what are you, fucktard????”

“Moooooooo . . . Moooooooo . . . I-I-I am a fat cow . .. with ugly fat udders, Superior Mistress Sally . Mooooooo . . . Mooooooo . . . .!” responded Uschi ignominiously.

“HaHaHaHa . . Ah . . . HaHa! HA! HA! HA!” roared Pristine Sally, grabbing Uschi’s pendulous freckled udders and flipping Digard onto the mat in the first-ever cow teat snap-mare.

Uschi’s freckled udders were now stretched, splaying outward and decidedly flattened against her chest cavity. But Pretty Sally wanted to stop pervy Ron from possibly sucking, licking, slurping or inhaling the old whore’s still enticing lentiginous melons. So the Beauteous Sally sent seven consecutive knee-drops---followed by seven consecutive elbow smashes----to her prostrate foe’s massive mammaries. And Pretty Sally made certain to pummel each alluring freckle on Uschi’s fleshy breasts.

“Pretty Sally is pretty much unbeatable,” said Ron.

Standing over Uschi’s battered body, Pretty Sally flexed her biceps and strutted about. However, while her back was turned, pervy Ron pounced,

Though Uschi was now on the brink of total annihilation at the hands of Superior Mistress Sally, the aging slut’s bountiful breasts were still quite fetching. And Ron clearly wanted one more chance to inhale Uschi’s luscious lentiginous tits.

But Pretty Sally caught wind of Ron’s plan as he approached the supine Scandinavian; and the Beauteous One put an immediate halt to the proceedings stomping her feet on both of Uschi’s splayed teats.

“Lick my feet, Ron! Tongue-wash each toe, Ron! Suck my heels, the ones that are stomping Bovine Digard’s udders fflat!” commanded an infuriated Pretty Sally.

“Your wish is my command, Superior Mistress Sally!” responded an obsequious Ron, groveling on his knees as he did his lingual best to placate the Female Champion.

Slavishly obeying Pretty Sally, Ron licked the Female Champion’s feet, inserting his tongue in between each toe and making certain to kiss and lick all the dirt on the sole of each if Mistress Sally’s Pretty Feet.

“Now watch me beat that bloated bovine senseless for a grand fighting finale,” boasted Pretty Sally, grabbing a tuft of Uschi’s matted hair and slamming the porn star’s head into the turnbuckle. .

Pretty Sally spun Uschi around and lifted her cow-titted opponent up so that the aging porn star was sitting on the Beauteous One’s shoulders; smirking with a snarl, Superior Mistress Sally then slammed the Digard Rag Doll back-first down to the mat.

“KATTHHHUUUUMMMMMMMMMPPPPP!” reverberated around the ring as Pretty Sally executed a picture-perfect powerbomb.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhb. … OWWWWWW . … OHHHHHHHHH . . . GUHHHHH!” groaned a writhing, pain-wracked Uschi.

Uschi looked up at Pretty Sally, who stood there arms akimbo and began to flex her biceps and, yes flaunt her superior conical breasts with lusciously sexy areolae.

“Who’s got the better tits?” asked Pretty Sally.

:S-S-Superior Mistress Sally!” conceded the thoroughly demoralized Uschi Digard.

“Damn straight, Miss Bovine Boobs!” announced Pretty Sally.

And with that retort, Pretty Sally dropped an insolent knee on Uschi’s left breast; then came another knee drop to Uschi’s right breast. Pretty Sally followed up with a leg drop that squashed both of Uschi’s blubbery teats.

And as both of Pretty Sally’s legs were flattening Uschi’s cow tits, the Beauteous One slapped the aging porn star’s face.

“Who has the better body?” inquired Pristinely Pretty Sally as she lifted the Digard Rag Doll by a clump of hair and threw her into the ring corner.

“Y-You d-d-do . . . S-S-Superior Mistress Sally,” stammered Uschi.

“Got that right, bitch!” exclaimed Pretty Sally, slamming a fist deep into the pit of Uschi’s bulbous and sweaty mid-section.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF!” moaned Uschi.

Seizing the prostate Scandinavian by the ears, Pretty Sally hauled her cowardly opponent up and once again shoved Uschi into the nearby ring corner.

Another speed bag pummeling of Uschi’s low-hanging udders made the Beauteous One smile broadly. Unable to withstand the tremendous teat punishment, Uschi attempted to shield her jugs with her hands, but the Female Champion simply grabbed Digard by the hair and slapped the Rag Doll’s lumped-up face repeatedly.

Humiliated, beaten and frightened, Ushci dropped her arms, allowing Pretty Sally to slap her face and teats at will.

“SLAP-SLAPP-SMACK-SMACKETY-SMACK-SLAPPETTY-SLAP!”

Pretty Sally then began to punish Uschi’s sagging freckled orbs with uppercuts, right and left hooks and downward-slanting punches.

“Ohhhh . . .Guhhh …. OOF . . .Uhhhhhhhh –OOF!” grunted the Digard Rag Doll.

Finally, seeking to bring things to a close---or hoping to send Uschi to the ER---Superior Mistress Sally smacked an insolent bare-knuckled fist into her foe’s kidneys.

The horrifically agonizing kidney punch rocked Uschi to the core, flooring the Digard Rag Doll. The old porn star’s body flopped about, convulsing spasmodically.

“Like my handiwork, Ron?” asked the haughty Pretty Sally.

“Love it. Pretty Sally has administered quite a beating to Uschi,” responded Ron.

“And now comes the grand finale, lover!” declared Pristinely Pretty Sally, taking hold of Uschi by the feet, dragging her to the center of the ring and placing her fragrant derriere on Digard’s countenance in a reverse face-sit.

With Uschi’s nose firmly nestled in Pretty Sally’s butt hole, the Beauteous Female Champion began swiveling her hips and mashing her ass on Uschi’s face.

And as Superior Mistress Sally pumped her delectably fulsome derriere up and down on the porn whore’s battered visage, sleazy Ron approached---and sat on Uschi’s stomach, facing Pretty Sally’s ramrod teats.

Pretty Sally then began a bump-and-grind striptease gyration on Uschi’s face, commanding the cowardly porn star to “LICK MY ANUS!”

The demoralized, beaten and timorous Uschi had become Pretty Sally’s slave, hungrily licking and slurping the sweet juices emanating from the Female Champion’s butt hole.

“T-T-Mmgmpfff-Thank you for allowing me to lick your beautiful anus, Pristine Mistress Sally,” gurgled Uschi obsequiously.

Pretty Sally smiled gloriously---and while Uschi degraded herself by ignominiously licking the Beauteous One’s shit hole---the Female Champion then began to rhythmically punch, pummel and flatten Uschi’s freckled teats while sitting and gyrating on the Scandinavian woman’s face.

And as the Female Champion punished and humiliated Uschi, Ron was kissing and slurping Pretty Sally’s breasts.

“MMMMMM . . .Slurpppppp . . Pretty Sally has Pretty Sweet Teats!” said Ron as his tongue traced circles around the entire circumference of Superior Mistress Sally’s tits

“Hear that, Uschi? That’s the sound of Ron worshiping my firm and succulent breasts!”

“Yes, . .mmmfmpgggh . . S-Superior Mistress Sally . . . yours are the superior breasts . . . high and spiky . . firm and pointy . . . unlike my . . .---“ said Uschi, continuing to slide her tongue in. out and around Pretty Sally’s ass hole.

“Udders. Cow udders!” declared Pretty Sally.

“Mooooooo! Mooooo!” responded the utterly ignominious Uschi.

“Pretty Sally has thoroughly beaten, humiliated and debased the famous Hollywood porn star, Uschi Digard,” intoned Ron as he now began to suck and worship Superior Mistress Sally’s areolae.

“Sluuurpppp . . mmmmmmmmm . . ahhhhhhhhh. . slurpppp!”

“Hear that, Uschi the Cow? That’s the sound of Ron in full adoration mode, worshiping my incomparable areolae!” exclaimed Pretty Sally, smashing Uschi’s freckled breasts together with two jackhammer fists.

And Uschi the Cow responded: “Moooooooo . . . Moooooooo . . .Mooooo!”

“That’s a good lover, Ron. Now fetch me the bucket and stool” ordered the Beauteous One as she arose, continuing to stomp and kick Uschi’s blubbery but increasingly flattening teats.

Then pretty Sally executed six consecutive knee drops on those selfsame breasts, making sure to smash her kneecap into the lustrous freckles adorning each massive jug.

Lifting the downed Digard Rag Doll up by the hair, Superior Mistress Sally, once again took hold of Uschi’s sagging milk sacs and flipped the Scandinavian over in a
the cow-teat snap mare.

Once. Twice. And a third time!

Pretty Sally then cruelly kicked Uschi in the jaw with her foot and stomped on the pitiful porn star’s tits. Uschi’s once luscious freckled breasts had indeed become dangling, drooping udders.

Hauling Uschi the Cow up by her udders, Pretty Sally administered the final blow---a vicious liver punch that floored the old lady.

“On all fours!” commanded Pretty Sally.

Complying instantly, Uschi uttered “Moooooo-MMMooooooo—MOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Having fetched the stool upon which Pretty Sally sat, Ron watched as the Female Champion milked Uschi’s pendulous breasts with unrestrained glee.

“Moooooooooo-Moooooooo-Mooooooo!” gurgled Uschi the Cow as Pretty Sally squeezed, kneaded and mangled the porn star’s once beautiful freckled breasts.

Within minutes, Uschi began to lactate, as Pretty Sally roared: “HaHaHaHaHaAhHaHaHa!”

“Pretty Sally has achieved a new level of fighting female domination!” said Ron, watching the Beauteous One brutally stretch Uschi’s massive orbs with ferocity.

“Guess Uschi’s in the mooooooood for subservience! HaHaHaHa” laughed Pretty Sally as she kicked the Scandinavian in the ribs, signaling the end of the lactation-humiliation.

Sniffing the well-filled bucket of breast milk, Pretty Sally announced: “This is as stale as Uschi’s so-called sensuality. But I know just how to freshen it up!”

Standing directly over the bucket, Superior Mistress Sally sent a torrent of urine into the bucket. Then the Beauteous One took Uschi by the hair and dunked her rival’s head into the bucket of breast milk and warm piss.

Lifting Uschi’s head out of the bucket, Pretty Sally asked: “What do you say now, Uschi the Cow?”

“Moooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” gurgled Uschi.

“HaHaHaHa!” laughed Pretty Sally, grabbing Uschi by the hair and again dunking the once formidable female wrestler’s head into the mixture of urine and tit milk.
Desperate for air, Uschi flailed her arms about wildly, but the cruel Mistress Sally pushed her rival’s head even deeper into the bucket of piss and milk.

“Pretty Sally is pretty tough and cruel,” volunteered sleazy Ron.

“Think the fat cow has had enough? Tee Hee!” asked Pretty Sally, watching with joy as the Scandinavian woman’s arms went limp.

“Maybe you should check if she’s still breathing,” said Ron.

“Nah! Damn fat bitch has to suffer till the, um, end. HaHaHaHa!” roared Superior Mistress Sally.

Pretty Sally held the Digard Rag Doll’s head under with one hand while flexing the sexy bicep of her other arm.

Before Uschi could expire from lack of air, Superior Mistress Sally pulled the Cowardly Cow’s head from the foul admixture, hurling the fat bitch backward.

Uschi’s head hit the canvas; but before she could regain her senses, Pretty Sally lifted the cow-titted porn star up by the udders and smacked a roundhouse right cross to Uschi’s jutting chin.

The Scandinavian whore fell to her knees. And Pretty Sally pounced with bare-knuckled clouts that swiveled and rocked Uschi’s head up and down and from side-to-side.

“Like the way I’m messing up Uschi’s face, Ron/” asked Pretty Sally as she smashed yet another fist into the old porn star’s left cheek bone.

“Yes, Pretty Sally. You are dominating the cowardly cow!” responded Ron, positioning himself behind the Beauteous One so as to lick her ass crack in adoration.

“Mmmmmmmmm . . . I LIKE that, lover. Keep worshipping my anus as I punch the shit out of the once mighty Uschi Diagrd . . HaHaHaHaHaHa!” announced Pretty Sally.

Sneering at the downed Digard Rag Doll, Pretty Sally proceeded to pulverize Uschi’s face with a speed-bag display of fisticuffs.

“SMACK-SMACKETTY-SMASH! BOPPPPP-SMAKETTY-SMACK-SMASH!”

Bloodied and beaten to a pulp, Uschi began to pitch forward. Before the fat cow could hit the mat, though, Pretty Sally smacked an upright knee into Digard’s chin.

The force of the blow sent Uschi reeling backward. Pretty Sally watched with glee as Uschi went down---flat on her back. The Female Champion paused to enjoy the moment, fluffed her hair sexily, flexed her biceps and luxuriated in the wet tongue bath Ron was giving her butt hole.

And then Superior Mistress Sally went back to the destruction of Uschi Digard.

Having finished his ass-licking adoration of the Beauteous One, Ron hastened to a ring corner to view the endgame.

Pretty Sally took the nearly unconscious Uschi by the hair and executed a traditional snap-mare. Flat on her back, the aging porn whore found herself at her rival’s mercy. Looking up her conqueror with fear, the supine Scandinavian could do nothing but utter “OOOOOOF!” as Pretty Sally stomped her foot on Uschi’s bloated belly.

More “OOOFs!” ensued as Pretty Sally repeatedly stomped Uschi’s gargantuan jugs, making sure to target the lustrous freckles on each teat. Superior Mistress Sally wanted to eradicate any hint of sexiness that the porn star’s breasts might possess.

And so she did.

Hauling Uschi up by her matted locks, Pretty Sally threw the faded porn actress into the nearby ring corner so that Digard was facing her tormenter. Flashing her pearly whites, Pretty went to work on the side of old beef known as Uschi Digard.

Pretty Sally’s bare-knuckled fists smacked, pounded and pummeled the entirety of Uschi’s blubbery udders. “SMACK-SMACKETTY-SMACK! SMACKETTY-SMACK-SMACK-SMACKETTY-SMACKETTY-SMACK!”

Pretty Sally punched every inch and pounded every freckle of Uschi’s boobs—including each side-boob and under-boob. Pretty Sally smashed her fists into Uschi’s areolae. And in between flattening Uschi’s once pneumatic teats---and oh! how they pancaked---the Beauteous Mistress Sally lowered her sights (and fists), sending punch after filthy punch deep into Ushi’s squishy solar plexus.

“OOF-OOOF-OOOOF-OOOF-OOOF!” gurgled the hapless Uschi.

The formidable Uschi Digard was now a sorry hot mess, a shell of her former sexy fighting self. Her once exotic face had morphed into a lumped-up, bloated, black-and blue mask of pain; her fat belly sloshed about like jiggling jello; and her iconic jugs had flattened into sagging old-lady pancake udders.

Pretty Sally’s triumph was nearly complete; she just wanted to put the finishing touches on the demolition of Uschi Digard.

Uschi’s limp arms dangled over the corner ring ropes as Superior Mistress Sally methodically worked over the faded porn star from head to toe.

“Gnuhhhhhhhhhhhh!” yelped Uschi after Pretty Sally’s fist smacked the Scandinavian in the nose.

“Gahhhhhhhh . . .Uhhhhhhhhhh !” screamed the Digard Rag Doll as Pretty Sally punched Uschi’s right eye.

Pretty Sally’s next blow was a stinging fist to Uschi’s left eye, eliciting an “Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” from the sorry Scandinavian. The Beauteous One had hammered Usch’s eyes throughout the match, which was a testament to Mistress Sally’s fistic dominance over the old hag.

“Now that both of your eyes sport triple shiners, I think this calls for a complete speed-bag facial. What do you have to say about that, Uschi the Cow?” inquired a wickedly gleeful Pretty Sally.

“Moooooo . . . Mooooo . .. Moooo!” responded the thoroughly obsequious Uschi as Superior Mistress Sally began clouting, pasting and pummeling Digard’s already bruised face.

“THUMP-THUMPETTY-KATHUMPETTY-THUMP! SMACK-SMACKETTY-SMACKETTY SMACK!”

“Now it’s time to soften you up some more before the final takedown. Isn’t that right, Uschi the Cow?” announced Pretty Sally, who began clubbing, clouting and punching Digard’s pendulous udders,

“WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHAP-WHAPPETTY-SMACK! KATHUMPPPP-KATHUMPETTY-SMACK—SMACKETTY-SPLATT-SLAPPP-SLAPPETTY-SMACK!”

Once again displaying her fistic dominance over the hapless Scandinavian Cow, Superior Mistress Sally engaged in a slow-motion speed-bag tit mauling, which interspersed bare-knuckled punches with wind-milling uppercuts.

After finishing up her pummeling of Uschi’s sagging freckled teats, Pretty Sally smashed her knee into the Digard Rag Doll’s mushy mid-section.

And just as Uschi uttered “ OOOOOOOF!” and bent at the waist, Superior Mistress Sally uncorked a powerful uppercut to the faded porn star’s chin.

Flat on her back and on the brink of unconsciousness, Uschi sprang up screaming in horrible pain as Pretty Sally grabbed her beaten foe’s hairy bush---and pulled with all her might.

Taking advantage of Uschi’s upright position, Pretty Sally took hold of the hairs on Digard’s head---and running in place with the Scandinavian, the Beauteous One executed a cruel face-buster maneuver.

Uschi’s face bounced off the mat with a thunderous “SMACK!” The Beauteous One kicked her foe’s body in the ribs and beamed with joy, flexing her biceps and strutting about the ring. Lying flat on her back now, the old porn star looked up as Pristine Sally bounced up and down on Uschi in a full frontal face-sit, squeezing the defeated Digard’s visage between her thighs.

And while Pristine Sally’s juicy thighs kept Uschi’s countenance in a vise-like grip, the Female Champion gyrated on Digard’s freckled teats.

“How does it feel having Mistress’s ass squash your ugly udders and Mistress’s muff stuffed in your squat face, Uschi?” inquired the Beauteous One.

“Mmmmmf . . . Mooo . . Mmmmmmf . . ..Moooooo!” responded a groveling Uschi.

“HaHaHaHa! That’s the sound of a Cowardly Cow! Superior Mistress Sally is making a mockery of the great Uschi Digard---and literally rubbing her womanhood all over it---and all you can do is . . .”

“T-T-Thank you, Mistress . . . MOO . MOOOOO!” gurgled Uschi as Pristine Sally reached back and grabbed Digard’s teats and twisted the dangling and damaged udders.

“HaHaHaHa!” laughed Pretty Sally, switching position so that she was now smothering Uschi’s countenance in a reverse face-sit.

Pretty Sally’s sweet derriere now engulfed the Digard Rag Doll’s entire face, and the Beauteous One capitalized on her perch by ordering Uschi to “Lick my ass crack! Inhale it! Kiss my shit hole, bitch! Give my anus a tongue bath!”

“Moo . . . Moooooo . . Y-Yes, Superior Mistress Sally!” replied the obsequious Uschi, licking sucking and slurping the deepest parts of her opponent’s butt hole.

As Uschi groveled, Pretty Sally wiggled her buttocks and swiveled her hips---squashing, flattening and degrading the old porn star’s face even more. And while bouncing up and down on her woebegone foe’s face, the Beauteous One punched the Digard Rag Doll’s ever flattening udders.

“WHOOOMP-WHOOMPETTY-WHACK SMACK-SMACKETTY-SLAPPETTY-SMACK!”

Uschi’s once massive freckled mammaries were now nothing more than sacs of soggy, sagging mottled mincemeat. And with every clout, fist and slap administered by Pristine Sally, the porn star’s breast flesh flopped all about, pancaking sideways.

“OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF!” yelped Uschi as Pristine Sally pounded several bare-knuckled punches into Digard’s belly.

“Awwwww . . .Dumb Digard’s hurting . . ..HaHaHaHaHa!” boasted Pretty Sally, smacking some more blows to the soft, spongy flesh of Uschi’s tummy.

Satisfied that her fistic shellacking had essentially turned the famous Uschi Digard into a slab of bruised cow meat, Pretty Sally arose from her perch atop the Scandinavian’s face and decided to bring the bout to a close.

So Superior Mistress Sally took Uschi by the hair, lifted the battered Scandinavian to her feet and paraded the battered porn star around the ring. And while flexing the bicep of one arm, Pretty Sally used the other arm to smash Uschi’s face into the turnbuckle of each corner.

“Oh the ignominious sounds Uschi Digard can do; she can sound like a cow; she can go MOO, MOO!” declared Pristine Sally as the Scandinavian woman stumbled about.

Beaten into complete submission, Uschi responded ignominiously: “Mooooooo . . MOOOOOOO . . . MOO-MOO! MO------“

“WHOOMMMMMFFFFFFFF!” answered Pretty Sally fist as it connected with the Digard Ragdoll’s chin.

The force of Pristine Sally’s blow had knocked Uschi down, but she arose to her knees—and began kissing and licking each toe of Pretty Sally’s feet.

“Stupid fucking whore is a COWard! HaHaHA!” observed Pretty Sally.

Smiling snarkily, the Pristine Female Champion of the Golden State Gym lifted Uschi up by the nipples of her deflated and elongated udders.

“Whatever made you think you could even compete with my beauty, much less be in the same ring with me, Uschi?” asked Pretty Sally, adopting a fighting posture.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!” groaned the enfeebled porn star as Pristine Sally slammed a fist into Uschi’s right temple.

Next came a left cross that hammered Uschi’s jaw.

“Guhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” yelped the older woman.

This blow was followed by Superior Mistress Sally repeatedly pummeling Uschi’s face in a humiliatingly prolonged speed-bag facial.

“THUMPETTY-THUMP-THUMP! SMACKETTY-SMACK-THUMP! THUMPETTY-THUMP-SMACK-SMACK! WHOOMPETTY-SMACK-WHOMPETTY-WHUPPPPPPPP!”

Though she was still of her feet, Uschi was for all intents and purposes out like a light. Wobbly, semi-consciuous and utterly debased, degraded and defeated, Uschi Digard stumbled about the ring like, well, a broken Rag Doll or a busted-up marionette with elongated cow teats.

Pretty Sally smiled. It was all part of her grand finale, what the Beauteous Female Champion called “The Udder Destruction of Uschi Digard.”

And so Pristinely Pretty Sally proceeded to pummel the Scandinavian Coward all around the ring in one final humiliating beatdown.

“Gnugggggggggh! Oh-Oh-Oh! Gnugggggggh! Uhhhhh! Gnuugghhhhh-oof! Ohhhh. . . Owwww . . OOF . . .!” yelped Uschi as Beauteous Sally smacked Digard’s gelatinous udders with vicious uppercuts.

Pretty Sally was deriving great joy in pasting Uschi’s sagging freckled tit-meat with impunity. And in addition to uppercutting Uschi’s pendulous cow teats, Superior Mistress Sally pounded insolent bare-knuckled fists into Uschi’s side-boobs.

But all the COWardly Uschi could do was simply soak up Superior Mistress Sally’s punches like the washed-up fat whore that she was.

With her arms hanging limply by her sides, the once proud international porn star had become Pretty Sally’s personal punching bag.

“Whipping your ass is such fun, Uschi! But busting you up and flattening your fat sacs of fetid cow milk, now that’s pure joy! As is this!” boasted Pretty Sally as she unleashed a barrage of punches to Uschi’s flabby gut.

“OOF-OOF-OOOF-OOF! OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF!” gurgled the Digard Punching Bag as Beauteous Sally’s hard fists sank into the gooey flesh of the short woman’s stomach.

Uschi bent at the waist; but not for long. An uppercut to her chin straightened Digard up for a final breast pummeling.

“SMACKETTY-SMACK-SMACKETTY-WHOOMP! SMACKETTY-SMACK-SMACK-WHOOMP-WHOOMP-WHOOMP-SMACKETTY-SMACK-WHOOOOOOP!

Pristinely Pretty Sally had not only mauled Uschi’s freckled udders with uppercuts and left and right hooks, but the Beauteous One had smashed her knuckles directly into the Scandinavian’s areolae---or bullseye circles---mangling Digard’s nipples and flattening each low-slung cow teat into the breast cavity.

Unable to withstand Pretty Sally relentless fistic assault, Uschi collapsed. Her outsized freckled udders dangled and shook in odd permutations as the aged porn bitch pitched face forward onto the mat.

Standing behind Uschi’s back, Pretty Sally placed one foot down just above each of the Scandinavian whore’s knees and bent the Rag Doll’s legs up, hooking them around her own knees. Pretty Sally then grasped both of Digard’s wrists and fell backwards while compressing Uschi’s shoulder-blades and lifting the fat whore off the ground. With Superior Mistress Sally now on her back, she lifted Uschi skyward, which increased the pressure on the pain-wracked porn star.

Caught in the classic surfboard hold, Uschi screamed in anguish as the pressure mounted: “ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Not to mention the humiliation of having her once buxom breasts flop about like sloshy mincemeat sacs. And Pretty Sally roared with laughter as each of Uschi’s flattened freckled cow teats dangled to the side of her body while she was held aloft.

“Do you submit the match, Uschi?” demanded Pretty Sally

“Y-Y-Yes . . . ohhhhhh . . . . YES, Superior Mistress Sally!” responded the beaten porn whore.

“What’s that, Udder Girl?” asked Pretty Sally, toying with her prey.

“Mooooooooo-MOOOOOOOOO!” responded Uschi ignominiouly.

“HaHaHA-HA-HA! Ah-HaHaHA-HA-HA-HA! I need a formal surrender, COWardly Uschi!” said Supercilious Sally as she ratcheted up the pressure on the washed-up porn star.

“Uhhhhhhhhh . . .!” groaned Uschi, whose back was about to snap from Pretty Sally’s agonizing surfboard hold.

“Pretty Sally is pretty tough,” volunteered Ron, who had sauntered over to observe the fireworks---and work the situation to his sleazy advantage.

“Got that right, lover! C’mere and, um, take a closer look!” said Pretty Sally as she held the helpless and humiliated Uschi in aerial captivity.

So while increasing the pressure even more on the Scandinavian slut’s back, Superior Mistress Sally looked on with delight as Ron knelt beside her and began licking, kissing and sucking Pretty Sally’s lusciously firm conical tits. Ron took particular delight in tracing the circumference of Pretty Sally’s areolae with his tongue.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Pretty Sally has Sweetly Superior . . . mmmmmmmffff , . .knockers,” announced Ron as he slurped the Beauteous One’s breasts lascviously. “Mmmmm . . sluurpppppp. Better tits than Uschi and her sloshy, mottled teat-meat.”

“Hear that, Uschi? That’s the sound of a man who knows a thing or two about sexy ta-tas. And Ron considers your old cow udders to be . . . “

“Sagging sacs of stale Moo milk!” said Ron.

“ HaHaHaHa –Ah-HaHaHaHaHa! You’re nothing but a fucking old cow, Uschi!” declared Pretty Sally as Ron inhaled her Sweetly Pristine Breasts.

The pressure on Uschi’s back was too much to bear. But the humiliation of having been so thoroughly vanquished by Pretty Sally was worse. And now Ron, her former lover, was worshipping Superior Mistress Sally’s breasts, which were firmer, sweeter and more feminine than Uschi’s sagging freckled jugs.

As Uschi broke out in tears, Pretty Sally---the superior woman---snickered in wicked delight, and applied even greater pressure on the surfboard hold.

“Are you trying to break her back?” asked Ron.

“Maybe,” responded a cruelly smiling Pretty Sally.

“That’s so fucking hot!” said Ron, plunging his tongue into Pristinely Sexy Sally’s mouth in a torrid French kiss.

Pretty Sally returned Ron’s lusty kiss with a lingual thrust of her own---while still increasing the pressure on Uschi’s nearly broken back.

“Uhhhhhhh . . arghhhhhhhh .. . . I-I-I surren-----“yelped Uschi

“I think Uschi’s trying to submit,” mumbled Ron.

:”Is she now?” cooed Pretty Sally, who was on the brink of snapping Uschi’s outstretched spine.

“Ohhhhhhhhh the p- p-pain . . . I sub----”screamed the Scandinavian porn star.

But Uschi’s cries of pain fueled Pretty Sally’s vindictiveness and cruelty.

“Like how I’m just about cracking the bovine’s back, lover?” asked Pretty Sally as she licked Ron’s neck and flicked her tongue in his ear.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . . YES!” said Ron.

Uschi Digard was truly done for. She was a saggy-breasted hot mess who was being mauled yet again by her smaller-breasted but more beautiful rival. Uschi’s undulating freckled teats now drooped to each side of her outstretched body---almost like an extra pair of dangling arms. Pretty Sally, who possessed perfectly firm breasts with astonishingly alluring areolae, had essentially battered the Digard Rag Doll into a near comatose state.

Pretty Sally had stolen Uschi’s husband and Ron, her lover.

There was a time when Uschi struck fear in the hearts of all her female opponents by dint of her fame, her strength, her glamour and her gargantuan jugs.

But now a pristine all-American beauty had beaten Uschi Digard at will, hammering Digard’s bountiiful orbs into sagging freckled pancake teats.

Pretty Sally was crippling the beaten international porn star, who began sobbing from the sheer pain of a quasi-broken back and the humiliation of hearing Ron and the Beauteous One making out.

“I-I-I . . . . s-s-s-s-s-------“stuttered Uschi as the tears became a torrential downpour.

“Hear that, lover? The fat stuttering cow can’t even surrender properly!” declared Pretty Sally.

“Teach that washed-up bitch a lesson,” said Ron.

“With pleasure, lover!” said Pretty Sally, releasing the surfboard hold and allowing Uschi to fall to the mat with a thud.

The dazed Digard Rag Doll curled up in a fetal position, but managed to sit up. Circling about was Superior Mistress Sally, who issued a vicious kick to the old lady’s head.

‘KATHUMMMPPPPP!”

“Ohhhhhhhhh,” cried Ushci.

Before the washed-up porn star could complete her cry, Pretty Sally kicked Uschi’s head again.

The Scandinavian whore fell flat on her back, and Pretty Sally quickly used her feet to stomp on Uschi’s flattened freckled teats.

Pretty Sally smiled as Uschi gasped in pain. Then turning to Ron, Pretty Sally exclaimed: “Watch this, lover!” With exquisite cruelty, the Beauteous One executed a picture-perfect knee drop to Uschi’s jello-like left tit, targeting a specific freckle for punishment.

A second knee drop---this time to Uschi’s right teat—elicited an “OOOOF!” from the washed-up porn star.

Scooping up the Digard Rag Doll, Pristinely Pretty Sally body-slammed Uschi to the canvas. The Scandinavian woman found herself staring up at her gloating conqueror.

“Ready to submit, bitch?” snarled the Beauteous One, kicking Uschi in the face with her foot.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!” groaned Uschi, who could do nothing as a second, more punishing blow arrived. Pretty Sally had just dropped her entire leg across Digard’s throat.

“Gurrgglllleeeeeohhh—guhhhhhhhhhhh!” shrieked a choking Uschi.

Pretty Sally once again lifted Uschi up---this time by grabbing hold of Digard;s gelatinous bovine tits.

The demoralized housefrau stood helplessly as Pristinely Pretty Sally spun her around the ring, making certain to squeeze and twist Uschi’s rubbery nipples while spinning the old bitch at in a dizzying circle.

Dazed and debilitated, Uschi ended up in center of the ring.

With her fists at the ready, Superior Mistress Sally moved in, jabbing Uschi’s face, smacking her nose and pounding her forehead with bare-knuckled ferocity.

“Pretty Sally is pretty tough,” declared Ron.

“And Superior Mistress Sally is, well, the superior woman!” added Pretty Sally as she deposited an insolent fist deep into Uschi’s sloshy belly.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOF!” yelped the outclassed Scandinavian whore. Leaving herself wide open for the breast mauling to come.

Pretty Sally now began to rhythmically pump bare-knuckled blows into Uschi’s exposed udders, smacking each freckled bovine teat with tremendous force.

Uschi’s side and under boobs were not spared; Pretty Sally smacked both—up, down and all around, stretching the fleshy cow-meat sacs in odd directions.

Pretty Sally was putting on a show---a tit-punching clinic---for Ron.

“Watch this, lover!” announced the Beauteous One as she began a speed-bag pummeling of Uschi’s sagging teats.

“KATHUMETTY-THUMP! SMACK-SMACKETTY-THUMP! SPALT-SPALPETTY-SPLATTT! KATHUMPETTY-SMACK!”

Uschi’s sweat-soaked sacs of sagging freckled teat-meat pancaked, drooped and jiggled as a smiling Pretty Sally hammered away.

“Ohhhhhh-Oof! Gnuuuuuuuuuu!-Oof! OOF-OOF-OOF!” groaned Uschi

And each time Uschi lifted her hands to protect her tits, Pretty Sally swatted them aside and slapped the porn star’s bloated face.

“SLAPPPPP!”

Certain that her foe was completely intimidated and would put up no resistance, Superior Mistress Sally slowed down the tempo of her boob-bashing assault. Seeking to humiliate Uschi---and demonstrate the porn whore’s inferiority---Pretty Sally telegraphed her punches to Digard’s low-slung udders.

“WALLOPPPPPPP!” echoed throughout the Golden State Gym as Pretty Sally smacked Uschi’s left sac of washed-up teat-meat.

Pretty Sally’s knuckles buried themselves deeply in the marshmallow softness of Uschi’s freckled breast, mashing Digard’s nipple against her puny areola.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-oof!” grimaced Cowardly Uschi.

Pretty Sally smirked and wound up her arm in a circular cartoon motion---and delivered a devastating uppercut to Uschi’s right udder. The sloshy freckled teat went flying upward, comically slapping Digard in her own face.

“HaHa Ha . . . Haw-Haw-Haw-Tee-Hee . . .AH-HaHaHa!” roared Pretty Sally.

When Uschi’s gelatinous jug fell downward, Pretty Sally smashed a right hook into her rival’s side-boob. Then a left and a right again and another left to the fleshy freckled cow teat.

“Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!” yelled an overwhelmed Uschi.

But Pretty Sally paid no heed to her opponent’s cries. Uschi was absorbing a tit-mauling like none other. The Beauteous One pounded Uschi’s udders with cruelty and precision, alternating the speed and direction of each clout.

In addition to punishing and humiliating her rival with jackhammer teat punches, Pretty Sally had another objective in mind: To expose and record for posterity---in the video and photo set of this match---the sheer worthlessness of Uschi Digard’s teats.

And this bout had done just that, underscoring and highlighting the suppleness, firmness, sexiness and, well, superiority of Pretty Sally’s pointy conical-shaped breasts. Plus, Superior Mistress Sally boasted sweet and succulent areolae that were goddess-like.

Uschi’s drooping blobs of tit-flesh featured areolae that looked like dried raisins.

Pretty Sally wanted the whole world to see how Uschi was and had always been nothing more than a skank with overrated fat melons that sagged even in their supposed heyday.

Right now, Uschi’s oversized freckled tits were taking a quite a beating, getting spanked by Pretty Sally’s plethora of punches: jabs, hooks and haymakers.

Smirking triumphantly, the taller woman worked over her rag doll of a rival’s teats at will---arms pumping in and out methodically, bare-knuckled fists thudding against Uschi’s freckled breast meat, tiny areolae disappearing into the outclassed Uschi’s flabby orbs.

Just to keep things interesting---and to further humiliate the Scandinavian whore---Pretty Sally mixed in a looping left to Uschi’s cheekbone and an overhand right to the forehead. A classic one two to Digard’s sweaty solar plexus elicited an “OOOOOOOOF!” from the aging, haggard porn star,

Pretty Sally stopped the slaughter for a moment to admire her handiwork. Uschi’s sagging udders bounced and wobbled like sloppy globs of jello; and her belly flesh quivered. Uschi’s face had lumped up but good.

“This fat bitch doesn’t belong in the same ring with you, Pretty Sally!” said Ron, who had strolled by to admire Superior Mistress Sally’s domination of the woebegone Scandinavian woman. “Uschi isn’t woman enough to compete with your beauty, strength and breasts, Pretty Sally. Finish her off, but toy with the old ho before you destroy her.”

“You mean . . . like this?” asked Pretty Sally, hammering Uschi with a quick left jab to the nose that snapped Digard’s head back.

As Uschi grabbed her proboscis, Pristinely Pretty Sally buried her right fist deep into the fatty tissue of the old lady’s sweat-soaked belly.

“OOOOOOOOOOOF!’ cried Uschi, who was unprepared for the subsequent uppercut to the jaw that sent her toppling backward onto the mat.

Pretty Sally quickly snatched her fallen foe, lifting the fat old ho up by the ears.

Uschi’s was awake but essentially done for as Superior Mistress Sally once again sent her fists deep into the porn star’s fleshy belly---issuing rights and lefts into Uschi’s . . . again and again and again and again.

“Ooooof! Oooof! Oof-Oof-OOF! OOOOOF-OOOO!F!” gurgled the helpless Uschi.

“How am I doin’, lover?” inquired Pretty Sally of Ron as she continued to administer some more bare-knuckled punishment to her beaten, bedraggled foe’s mid-section.

“Sweet,” said Ron, edging closer to the tall tigress known as Pristinely Pretty Sally. “But that short, fat bitch needs to be pummeled some more.

“Into submission, lover?” asked Pretty Sally

“Even more!” responded Ron. “Show the old bitch whose tits are better.”

After soaking up a steady diet of punches to the gut, Uschi’s arms had gone totally limp. And her pendulous udders were hanging down to her waist, eliciting a smirk from Pretty Sally, who grabbed a fistful of Uschi’s matted locks, yanked Digard’s head back and smashed another devastating left fist deep into the Scandinavian’s belly.

“Ooooooooooof!” gasped Uschi.

As Digard bent over in pain, pretty Sally sent a cruel knee-lift into Uschi’s chin—followed by a hammering right cross to the jaw and a left to the cheekbone.

“Gnuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!” shrieked a falling Uschi, who collapsed to the mat.

Lifting the battered porn star by her matted mane, Pretty Sally displayed Uschi in all her helplessness. Digard’s arms hung uselessly by her side and her undulating tits drooped all the way down to her breadbasket.

“You’ve turned the famous Uschi Digard into a punching-bag rag doll, Pretty Sally,” said Ron. “Nice work.”

“Why, thank you, lover!” responded Pretty Sally, smashing a left fist into Uschi’s left udder.

Uschi’s massive teat was crushed against her breastbone. A second such blow pounded against Uschi’s right jug. As the Digard Rag Doll staggered in a stupor, her gargantuan but battered melons flopping about, Pretty Sally unloaded a wicked uppercut to the Scandinavian woman’s chin.

“UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” screeched Uschi, tumbling backward and hitting the canvas.

“Not done yet, lover!” announced Pristine Sally, lifting the nearly unconscious porn star by the hair and hurling Uschi into a ring corner.

“Finish the fucking bitch off, Champ!” exhorted Ron.

“With pleasure, lover!” responded Pretty Sally, bouncing a one-two combination off Uschi’s face—followed by a knee-lift to Digard’s gelatinous midriff.

Noticing that Ron still eyed Uschi’s gargantuan freckled orbs, Pretty Sally shifted her assault to the porn star’s tits. Beginning with stinging jabs to Uschi’s side-boobs, the taller woman then upped the tempo of her breast-battering, sending insolent uppercuts to Uschi’s massive teats.

Pretty Sally put on quite a show for Ron, punishing each of Uschi’s lentiginous teats with impunity.

But as the Beauteous One punched away, she became unnerved. Shockingly, Ron began salivating watching Uschi’s enormous tits bounce around. Is Ron getting aroused by Uschi’s freckled cleavage, thought Sally?

“W-Watch this, lover!” exclaimed a visibly disconcerted Sally, issuing jabs to her rival’s 41-DD tit.

“Is that the best you can do, Sally? She’s still standing,” said Ron, who now inched closer to the action.

Though she was in some pain, the consternation Uschi noticed on Sally’s face gave the film legend some satisfaction. That satisfaction became a smile when Sally’s next jab to Uschi’s beautifully freckled left breast left the sultry Scandinavian unhurt.

(The punch actually stung quite a bit, but Ron’s reaction gave Uschi the impetus to bluff a now demoralized Sally.)

No longer displaying any fear or helplessness, Sexy Uschi defiantly heaved her massive mammaries in her rival’s direction: “Take your best shot, Not-So-Pretty Sally!” declared Uschi. “Your puny little-girl titties can’t compare with my Gargantuan Breasts!”

“T-T-They’re nothing but stale sacs of old lady fat speckled with age spots!” retorted Stammering Sally.

“Freckles. My Gigantic Scandinavian Tits are dusted with Sexy Sun Freckles. Isn’t that right, Ron darling?” said Uschi.

‘Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! That they are!” moaned Sleazy Ron, leaning into Uschi’s enormous cleavage to lick the freckles surrounding the areola of the diva’s left breast.

“I-I-m g-gonna take you down, b-b-bitch!” responded an incensed Sally.

“Sounds like you’re scared, Sally!” announced Ron, who now winked at Mighty Uschi and licked the Sexy Freckles surrounding the areola of the Digard Diva’s Magnificent Right Melon.

Infuriated by Ron’s behavior, Sally issued a three-punch combination to Mighty Uschi’s Sexy Lentiginous Teats. The blows were significant---and actually pained the Scandinavian porn star---but Uschi’s acting ability allowed her to feign a measure of invulnerability.

A stunned Sally was slack-jawed, and Ron sneakily used this moment to drop a sliver of wax paper onto the canvas. A quick nod to Uschi was a signal to the big-breasted actress. Uschi smiled and unleashed a sudden uppercut to Sally’s jaw—just as the taller woman slipped on the wax paper and fell backward.

Though the blow barely hurt Sally, the sheer humiliation of being seemingly decked by her rival stung the now downed female champion. In truth, Sally’s fall owed more to the wax paper than to Uschi’s punch. (But that was no ordinary scrap of wax paper, and Uschi quickly scooped it up and hid it in her left hand when Ron nodded with his headed that she should.)

But now both her pride and back were hurting. And Ron piled on by kissing, licking and inhaling Mighty Uschi’s Freckled Orbs.

Overcome by sadness and depression, Sally allowed herself to be hoisted up by the hair. And as Mighty Uschi gripped Sally’s locks with her right hand, Ron continued his tongue bath, lingering over each sexy freckle on the porn star’s 44DD left tit. Sally was in complete shock---and did nothing to resist or thwart Awesome Uschi’s thunderous left hook to the jaw.

“KATHUMMMPPPPPPP!”

Sally reeled backwards into the ropes, dazed and confused. This time she distinctly felt the force of Mighty Mistress Uschi’s blow.

“HaHaHaHAHHHHHH-HAHa!” roared Ron, who began taunting Sally mercilessly. “Some fucking female champion you are, Sally. Then he exhorted Sexy Uschi to “finish Not-So-Pretty Sally off—but good!”

The Supremely Confident Uschi Digard then went to work on her demoralized foe, pelting and pummeling Sally’s face with jabs, hooks and haymakers. Under normal circumstances, Sally would have easily deflected and parried each of her opponent’s punches. But Sally felt woozy and disoriented and was so crestfallen over Ron’s sudden betrayal that she absorbed the older woman’s punishment.

Mistress Uschi’s psychological ploy had worked, albeit with Ron’s sneaky assistance which included a piece of scrap paper soaked in chloroform.

The Digard Diva’s one advantage all along---actually two advantages---had been her Massively Pneumatic Breasts. And their sensational succulence had been enhanced by the sexy sun freckles that adorned them.

But Sally had completely neutered the comelines of Migthy Uschi’s teats in the early going. By incessantly battering the shorter woman’s gargantuan boobs, turning them into drooping cow udders. The Digard Diva could not allow that to happen again; she had to destroy Sally any way she could.

And so still clasping the chloroform-laden scrap of wax paper, Mighty Mistress Uschi began pumping her fists---speed-bag style---into Sally’s face. Repeated bare-knuckled punches landed on her Sally’s forehead, cheekbones and nose. The fabled porn star particularly relished rocking her foe’s chin with insolent uppercuts, making Not-So-Pretty Sally’s head continually snap back like a bobblehead figurine.

“I got your number now, you skinny cunt! So much for your 7-inch height advantage, Sally. I’m kicking the shit out of you!” bellowed Mighty Mistress Uschi.

Indeed, the shorter Scandinavian woman was beating the tar out of her taller rival. Though her apparent victory was tainted by trickery, what did it matter in the end?

Right now, Feisty Uschi owned Sally, who was on the verge of being brutally dethroned.

In furiously dismantling her hated rival, Uschi Digard had morphed into a fearsome heavyweight boxer, clubbing and cuffing Not-So-Pretty Sally all around the ring. And the weakening female champ was pretty much defenseless, having absorbed a tremendous fistic shellacking at the hands of a woman she had just about pummeled to kingdom come.

And as Sally staggered about, Mistress Uschi lowered her sights and fists---banging Sally’s ribcage at close range, smacking the younger, taller woman with crisp, compact hooks.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . . Ohhhhhhhhh . . . Gnuugggggggggg!” gasped an utterly helpless Sally.

“Is that all the high and mighty Sally can say?” taunted Uschi Digard as she continued to rough up the woebegone female champion. “HaHaHaHaHaHaAH-Ha!”

Sally had proven to be the better, stronger fighter throughout the bout, dominating Uschi in every way: beauty, brawn, pugilistic prowess, wrestling skills, sexiness and, yes, even breasts. But Sally’s worries over Ron’s wandering eye had literally tripped her up. That and Ron’s perfidy.

Mighty Sexy Uschi was in control now.

Sally was perspiring; and Mighty Uschi would not let up pounding her opponent’s lithe body. In between smiting Sally’s ribcage, the Scandinavian thespian pounded a bare knuckled fist to the taller woman’s forehead, followed by right to the jaw and a left hook to the right temple.

“Kathump-thump-thump-CRACK!”

Mighty Mistress Uschi wanted to put Sally away before the effects of the chloroform faded, allowing the skinny bitch to rally. So she began drilling and basting Sally’s flanks with solid haymakers. The female champ was swooning, but she still wouldn’t fall.

“Gonna kick the shit out of you, Not-So-Pretty Sally. Then Mighty Mistress Uschi---the star of “Truckstop Women” and “Kentucky Fried Movie” will knock you the fuck out!” declared the Scandinavian movie star.

Despite her bravado, Uschi was nervous. Was Pretty Sally reviving?

Well one way to put an end to the female champ, thought Uschi, was to box her little titties flat---especially those damn areolae that men find so captivating.

“Whoooompetty-Whump! Whump-whump-Whuumpetty! SMACK-SMACKETTY-smacketty-Smack!” announced Uschi’s jackhammer fists as they pasted Pretty Sally’s firm tits, flattening her alluring areolae to the breastbone. For all that, though, Pretty Sally breasts wouldn’t wilt; instead they sprang back as firm and as supple as ever. Her succulent areolae looked even more enticing after absorbing

The female champion still wouldn’t go down. In fact, she was waking up from the chloroform-induced daze. A panicky Uschi knew what she had to do.

“Your little titties took quite a shellacking, bitch! But there’s more in store for you, No-So-Haughty Sally” said Uschi, who then rocketed a one-two combination to Pretty Sally’s taut Solar Plexus---burying her bare knuckles in the fleshy fault line of Beauteous One’s appendectomy scar.

“OOOOOOOOOOFPH-EEEEEEEYEOWWWOOOOO!” screeched Pretty Sally in excruciating pain.

The sheer force of the blow to the tenderest part of Pretty Sally’s flesh made the female champ bend at the waist, exposing the chin that Mighty Uschi clubbed with cruel ferocity.

The Scandinavian Siren’s powerful uppercut sent Sally flying backwards over the ropes---and clear out of the ring. Sally’s naked limp body careened into a metal closet housing a spray-paint machine. The impact dented the closet, sending stainless steel balls tumbling out of the mechanism.

Mighty Mistress Uschi quickly hopped over the ropes. Landing near Sally’s crumpled figure, the Scandinavian Sexpot swiftly and repeatedly kicked her downed foe---in the ribs, ass and head. She then stomped on Sally’s Pretty Titties., grinding her heels into the Beautous One’s Sweet Areolae. Finally, Uschi used her foot to connect with Pretty Sally’s chin, sending the taller woman slamming into a wall on the other side of the gym.

Uschi was relentless. Grabbing a wooden chair, she smashed it across Pretty Sally’s back as the Female Champion attempted to rise. The wood splintered. And Pretty Sally fell flat on her face, but her fighting spirit would not let her slip into unconsciousness.

Scrambling to make it to her feet, Pretty Sally crawled toward the wall.

Uschi could not allow her foe to mount a comeback, so she scooped up one of the stainless steel balls lying on the floor. The metal spheroid was heavy but fit snugly inside the palm of Digard’s right hand.

Uschi caught up with Sally as the female champ was attempting pull herself up on the concrete gym wall.

“Where do you think you’re going, you skinny cunt?” asked Mighty Mistress Uschi, grabbing Sally by the hair and flipping the taller woman around so that the two combatants now faced each other.

For all the fists she’d absorbed, Sally was still Pretty---and alert. “I was beating the crap out of you, old lady . . . until you cheated------before the Beauteous one could complete her sentence, Uschi lashed out with vicious left to her hated rival’s mid-section,

Surprisingly, the punch only slightly staggered Pretty Sally.

But the next blow---a right-handed hook to the small appendectomy scar on Pretty Sally’s stomach----shook the female champ to the core.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFPHHHHHHHHHH!” grunted Sally as the stainless steel ball in Uschi right fist plowed into the tender flesh of the taller woman’s belly.

After a few more such clouts to the gut, Sally’s resistance began to falter. But Mighty Mistress Uschi continued to hurt her more beautiful rival with stainless steel-enhanced right hooks. Sally was staggering, and Uschi feasted on the female champ’s tummy with withering lefts and rights.

“OOF! OOOOF! OOOFPHF! GUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! OOF-OOF-OOF-OOOOOOOOFPHF!” yelped a nearly defeated Sally.

Pretty Sally was shellshocked by Uschi’s masterful punchout.

“Y-Y-You cheated, b-bitch!” gasped a wobbly Sally, falling onto Uschi’s shoulder.

“HaHaHaHA! All’s fair in love and catfighting, Not-So-Pretty Sally! But you know what, bitch? I don’t need this stainless steel ball to beat you up and end this bout!’ announced Mighty Mistress Uschi, pushing Sally off her shoulder and dropping the metal ball onto the floor.

Ever the consummate combatant, Sally raised her fists and adopted a fighting stance.

“HaHaHaHaHa! Think you can take me, cunt? Let’s see what ya got, Not-So-Pretty Sally!” declared the confident older woman, uncorking a surprisingly powerful right haymaker to Sally’s left cheekbone.

“Urkkkkkkkkkkk-uhhhhhhhhhh!” groaned the shaken female champ.

Before she could recover, Sally was hit with Uschi’s bare-knuckled left hook, which smashed into the taller woman’s right cheekbone.

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—OWWWWWWW!” howled the faltering female champ,

The searing pain from Uschi’s mighty clouts shot through Sally’s entire body, and her arms went limp.

Mighty Mistress Uschi used this opportunity to push Sally up against the wall. The female champion was defenseless as Uschi turned to Ron and said: “Watch me decimate this skinny cunt, lover!”

“Can’t wait!” said Ron, inching closer to the proceedings.

And so Mighty Uschi administered a pugilistic battering of her rival that was as brutal as it was cruel.

First came a torrent of stunning hard jabs that exploded off of Sally’s face, followed by a one-two combination to Sally’s appendectomy-scarred belly.

“OOOF-OOOF-OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-OOOOF!” grunted Sally.

Uschi’s next targets were Sally’s firm breasts, which now underwent a fistic pummeling that can only be described as a speed-bag tit thrashing. The Scandinavian Sexpot loathed her foe’s smaller but more succulent breasts, so she began upper-cutting, swatting and clouting Sally’s Sweet Teats in the hopes of removing their firmness and flattening them into a pancake-like state.

“SMACKETTY-SMACK-THUMP-THUMP-THUMPETTY-KATHUMPETTY-SMACK!”

Sally was completely at Mighty Mistress Uschi’s mercy as the Scanidnavian Sexpot went to work on Sally’s alluring areolae, punching each one and the firm and pointy nipple in the middle with an unmatched ferocity.

“Oh-Oh-Oh …. Uhhhhhhhh-Gnuhhhh-OOF-ULP-OOOF!” yelped a nearly tearful Sally, who seemed on the brink of unconditional surrender.

Uschi’s knuckles were mangling Sally’s pride and joy, and in between administering a boxing lesson---and pasting Sally’s Sweet and Succulent Teats and Areolae and Nipples with her fists, Mistress Uschi slapped Sally’s face.

Ron enjoyed the fistic symphony of watching Sally’s utter humiliation at the hands of a woman she should have---and just about had---defeated.

“SMACKETTY-SMACK; SLAP-SLAPPP—SLAPPETTY; KATHUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP; SMACK-SMACKETTY; SLAPPP-SLAPETTY-SLAPPL SMACK-SMACKETTY-SMACK!”

Sweaty, spent and totally outfought, Sally wavered and began to mouth her surren-----but then Uschi suddenly stopped mauling her rival and peremptorily announced: “ It’s time to crown a new female champion of the Golden State Gym. Isn’t that so, lover?”

“Well . . .”said Ron.

“I hammered the skinny cunt to a pulp, didn’t I----with my natural fistic prowess?” inquired Uschi.

“That you did, but not without some, er, trickery!” said sneaky Ron.

“So fucking what? A winner is a winner—by hook or by crook!” responded a visibly irked Uschi.

“True, true. But ----“ before Ron could finish his thought, Uschi had slid down to her knees and wrapped her massive tits around Ron’s engorging cock.

“Like my Sexy Freckled Breasts, Ron?” asked Uschi, massaging Ron’s member with her lentiginous mammaries.

“Mmmmmm . . .yes!” said Ron, sliding his rod up and down Uschi’s Sexy Freckled Teats.

“Wait, lover. Don’t cum yet---not until I put an end to Skanky Sally!” said Mistress Uschi, but not before French-kissing the head of Ron’s cock----and then licking his balls.

Rushing over to the nearly spent Sally, Uschi whipped a short left hook to the taller woman’s tits; and then the female champ got nailed with a right cross to the jaw.

A fist to the forehead, followed by another to the nose stunned Sally. Seeing nothing but stars, the taller woman was ripe for the taking. But Uschi wanted to humiliate her foe as much as she sought to incapacitate Sally.

“OOOOF-OOOOF-OOOF-OOOOOOFPH!” groaned Sally as Mighty Mistress Uschi lifted a barrage of filthy uppercuts to Sally’s appendectomy-scarred belly.

The latest pugilistic pounding brought Sally to her knees---until Mistress Uschi sent the female champion to the floor with a stunning haymaker to the temple.

“Looks like she’s almost done!” said a salivating Ron, watching as Sally’s body convulsed in pain.

“But I want to end her!” said Uschi, lifting the taller woman up, turning her around and then executing a senses-shattering pile-driver.

Pretty Sally’s cranium hit the concrete floor with a sickening THUD! Her body twitched spastically---and then stopped.

Uschi had won. Or had she?

Smirking in the belief she’d defeated her nemesis, Uschi turned her attention to Ron’s throbbing cock. “Are you ready for some lingual lovin’, lover?” giggled the Sexy Screen Siren with the Big Freckled Tits.

As Sally’s body lay motionless, the couple embraced in a torrid make-out session. Uschi’s stroked Ron’s dick as he slurped, kissed and licked her Luscious Lentiginous Breasts.

But as Uschi slid to her knees and began licking Ron’s scrotum, the Golden State Gym’s impresario could not believe his eyes.

Pretty Sally had not been defeated. Winking at Ron and licking her lips, the Female Champion arose and strode toward the couple.

She nodded to Ron, indicating that she wanted him to goad Uschi into sucking his cock. But Ron didn’t have to do anything, as Uschi started licking Ron’s balls and the shaft of his member all on her own.

All the while, the resurgent Pretty Sally was flexing her pecs and jiggling her ramrod breasts with the succulent areolae. Ron’s schlanger grew harder still.

“Mmmmmmm. . . seems Ron REALLY likes my tongue bath on his cock!” cooed an unsuspecting Uschi.”And I’ll bet that you’re getting off on my beatdown of that skinny cunt Sally!”

“What I LIKE is that the real woman, the better woman is going to annihilate the loser of this match---and maybe have the paramedics send for a coffin instead of a stretcher!’ replied Ron, contemplating the carnage to come.

Upon hearing Ron’s declaration, Pretty Sally cupped her glorious breasts and flexed her biceps sexily. Then she winked at Ron, indicating she wanted him to continue tweaking Uschi.

“I’m getting sooooooo hard. And do you know why?” inquired the sneaky impresario. “Because the woman with the most perfect breasts---and areolae---is flaunting her titware right now!”

Oblivious to the catastrophe that was about to befall her, Uschi continued her lingual ride on Ron’s stiffening shaft.“Sllllurppppppppp . . . mmmmmfph . . . that would be . . .------“

“ME!” announced the fully revived Pretty Sally, grabbing Uschi by the ears, lifting the older woman up and smashing a right cross to the jaw that sent the porn star to the floor.

To her credit, Uschi got up within seconds and mounted a ferocious counterattack, jabbing Sally’s face and rocking her taller opponent with left hook that came out of nowhere.

As Sally’s knees buckled, her arms fell to her side---leaving the female champion completely open to Uschi’s 4-punch combination. Uschi pummeled the taller woman’s belly meat with relish. Sally’s eyes began to tear up as Mighty Sexy Uschi plowed her fists deep into Sally’s vulnerable appendectomy scar.

“OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF!” yelped Sally as Uschi quickly reestablished her dominance.

Magnificent Uschi stepped up the pace, bashing away at Sally’s tender tummy, pounding hooks into Sally’s ribs and clouting the taller woman’s forehead repeatedly.

“Uhhhhhh. . . gnuhhhhhhh . . oh,oh,oh . . . OOF-Gahhhhhhh!’ yelped Sally as her big-breasted rival continued to dominate the now outclassed female champion.

Sally had lost her composure, backpedaling in panic. Sensing her smaller-breasted foe’s waning spirit, sexy Uschi pressed her advantage.

Chopping left hands bounced off Sally's temple; and fear appeared in the wilted female champion’s eyes as Magnificent Uschi worked Sally over with glee. Midway through this latest beating, Sally was in serious danger of losing the bout---or worse--- as Sexy Uschi issued a devastating volley of bare-knuckled punches to the body and belly, ending with a powerful uppercut to the chin that floored Sally.

“Looks like she’s done----no, wait! Sally’s getting UP!” declared Ron

Sally staggered to her feet, putting up her dukes. But Powerhouse Uschi was ready. Easily swatting aside her pathetic rival’s attempted haymaker, the bigger-breasted combatant smashed a left and then a right to Sally’s cheekbones. A senses-shattering uppercut to the chin nearly put the female champion on her butt. However, Sally remained standing but wobbly.

Mighty Uschi now began jabbing Sally’s chest and shoulders, backing the taller woman to the ropes A right fist to the forehead made Sally see stars, and then Sexy Uschi redoubled her bare-knuckled clouts to Sally’s tender midsection; the Sultry Scandinavian’s hooks sank deeply into what once were Sally’s washboard abs.

“OOF-OOF-OOf-OOF-OOF-OOF!” cried Sally as Mighty Uschi punched her younger rival’s appendectomy-scarred belly at will.

Mighty Sexy Uschi continued her pugilistic mauling of Sally, scoring short, pulverizing hooks to the taller woman’s breasts, body and chin over and over again. To her credit, Sally tried to push her rival off, but Mistress Uschi would have none of it. “I’m beating you with my bare fists, bitch. Some champion you are, ha!” crowed the gargantuan-breasted Uschi, now stepping into Sally with chopping right clouts to the face, and painful double hooks to the ribs, ears and mouth, further ruining her hapless foe.
And then the Silver Screen Siren smacked repeated rights and lefts to Pretty Sally’s beautiful areolae, whose allure even Uschi’s huge freckled cleavage could not equal.
“Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” yelped Pretty Sally---but more in outrage than pain.
As if awakening from a deep slumber, the Female Champion lifted a murderous uppercut that connected with Uschi’s chin, staggering the porn star.
“Pretty Sally is back!” announced a salivating Ron.
Uschi had not fallen yet, but her legs were wobbly. Before she could mount any sort of counterattack, though, Pretty Sally walloped a left hook to Digard’s ear—followed by a right haymaker to the mouth.
“Uhhhhhhhh. . . guuuuhhhhhh!” moaned a startled Uschi.
Pristine Sally was indeed back. After depositing one, two, three and four murderous fists into Uschi’s spongy belly, the Female Champion grabbed the older woman, lifted Digard up by the crotch and executed a vicious body-slam to the concrete floor.
“Pretty Sally is tough!” declared Ron.
Pretty Sally continued, scooping up her rival and body-slamming Uschi again . . . and . . . again . . . and again.
As the crumpled Uschi lay on the floor, Pristine Sally fluffed her gorgeous mane, licked her sensuous lips and winked at Ron.
“Back to work now, lover. Well, back to working over this piece of flabby cow meat known as Uschi!” announced the Beauteous one as she strutted toward the twitching body of her downed rival.
“Love your style, Pretty Sally,” said Ron, who fell to his knees, crawled to the Female Champion---and began kissing her butt cheeks and licking her ass crack.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm. Now I know you LUV me, lover. Stick that swirling tongue deep into my Sexy Anus, Ron!” commanded the Magnificent Mistress Sally.
As Ron dutifully obeyed, Pretty Sally began kicking Uschi in the gut, forehead, face and ass.
“See, Uschi? Ron is licking my ass while I’m kicking your butt! HaHaHaHaHa!” gloated Pristinely Pretty Sally.
Pretty Sally stomped Uschi without pity, smacking the shorter woman from head to toe.
In between his lingual worship of Pretty Sally’s Pristine Ass Crack, Ron intoned: “Pretty Sally is pretty tough.”
Smiling broadly, the Female Champion unleased a field goal-like kick to Uschi’s chin. The flabby-titted porn star literally somersaulted in the air and landed on her flat ass, exposing her butt-hole---and a hidden piece of cloth.
Reacting quickly, Ron gave one final lick to Pretty Sally luscious anus and rushed to remove the cloth from Uschi’s ass crack.
“Just as I suspected,” said Ron. “It’s laced with chloroform!”
“Fat bitch couldn’t fight, so she cheated. She’s gonna pay . . .!” shouted Pretty Sally.
Uschi trembled as her rival lifted the Scandinavian sow by her stringy hair and smacked a left uppercut to Digard’s sloshy belly.
“OOF!” gurgled Uschi, bending at the waist.
Pretty Sally followed up with a knee-lift to Uschi’s chin that once again put the short woman flat on her back.
Unable or unwilling to respond, Cowardly Uschi lay prostrate as Pretty Sally lifted the Digard Rag Doll up and body-slammed her onto the hard concrete floor.
Uschi’s body twitched and convulsed spastically, stopping only when Pretty Sally executed a perfect elbow drop to Uschi’s left cow teat.
“Guhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” grunted Uschi.
Pretty Sally then smashed an even more vicious elbow drop to Uschi’s right breast, making certain to smack directly into the older woman’s freckles.
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” yelped Uschi.
Pretty Sally spent the next 10 minutes pulping Uschi’s freckled jugs with precision elbow drops. And all Uschi could do was soak up the blows to her dignity and drooping breasts.
The Female Champion then lifted Old Lady Uschi up by her swollen nipples and delivered a vicious right hand to the mouth. Though staggering from the punch, the Scandinavian sow put up her fists in a sorry attempt to fight back.
Laughing uproariously, Pretty Sally smacked Uschi’s forehead. Stunned by the blow, Uschi was unprepared for her rival’s flurry of punches; a right fist to the haggard porn star’s left temple and a left hook to Uschi’s right temple.
Pretty Sally’s next blow was an impudent clout to her rival’s nose.
Rather than sending Uschi into utter despair, however, Sally’s stinging punch enraged the Scandinavian Siren---and a revived Uschi suddenly smacked the Female Champion squarely in the jaw.
Clearly hurt by the unexpected blow, Sally’s knees buckled. Uschi wasted no time in further punishing the suddenly glassy-eyed Sally.
A swift uppercut to the chin dropped the taller woman to the floor. Though in a stupor, Sally got to her feet.
Smiling wickedly, the bigger-breasted gal arched back and smashed a right hook to her rival’s cheekbone. Next came a stinging clout to Sally’s left ear. Another fist pounded the wobbly female champion’s right ear.
A reanimated Uschi was pouring it on, ripping hooks to a stunned---and not so pretty---Sally’s jaw.
“Ulpppp!” grunted Sally as Mighty Uschi clubbed the taller gal’s nose.
“How does that feel, you skinny cunt?” crowed the Scandinavian Siren
Before Sally could respond, Mighty Uschi stuffed a short right and a quick left to the gut. And all Uschi was able to muster was a pain-wracked “OOF!” Smirking with joy, the relentless Uschi continued to pummel her hated rival.
Rights and lefts bounced off Sally's head and shoulders as Mighty Uschi worked her smaller-breasted foe over---from head to toe.
Switching gears yet again, Mistress Uschi unleashed a bare-knuckled fusillade to Sally’s now softened solar plexus.
“OOF! Oooof! Guhhhh-OOOOOF!” gurgled Sally, folding at the waist.
“Mighty Uschi is mighty tough,” opined the vacillating Ron, salivating as he watched a resurgent Uschi smack Sally around.
“Like how I’m kicking this puny-breasted whore’s ass, lover?” teased Mighty Mistress Uschi.
“Mmmmmm . . . yes,” said Ron.
Emboldened by Sleazy Ron’s praise, Digard the Destroyer issued a series of left and right uppercuts to Sally’s belly, smacking her knuckles directly into the taller woman’s appendectomy scar.
This barrage was soon followed by a haymaker to the teeth, flooring a stunned Sally. But the female champ willed herself up---only to be met by overhand fist that cracked Sally’s head back. Mighty Mistress Uschi then smashed right and left hooks to Sally’s smaller breasts, another uppercut to the belly and a straight punch to the jaw,
The Sexy Silver Screen Siren was pounding Sally into submission---and making it look easy.
“How do you feel now, cunt?” bellowed Mighty Uschi as Sally fell flat on her back.
“F-Fuck y-you . . . “ stammered the fallen champion.
“You’re through, Not-So-Pretty Sally!” exclaimed Uschi, lifting the faltering female champion by the hair and ramming Sally’s head into the nearby wall.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhh,” gurgled Sally as she slipped down the wall.
Confident that Sally was just about beaten, Mighty Mistress Uschi turned on her heels and headed towards Ron, who was waiting to embrace the voluptuous porn star.
The owner of the Golden State Gym wasted no time kissing, slurping and sucking Uschi’s beautifully freckled jugs. “Loved the way you masterfully . . . mpmf . . . mmmm . . slurpppppp . . . mauled Pretty Sally!” moaned Ron as he licked every freckle on Uschi’s gigantic orbs.
“Thank you, lover. But stop calling her pretty!!” thundered an aggrieved Uschi.
Though she was depleted, Pretty Sally was not defeated. And now as the Female Champion staggered to her feet, she was heartened that Ron still referred to her lustrous looks even as he inhaled Uschi’s fat teats.
“What’s the matter, Uschi? Can’t stand a little competition?” nudged Ron.
“Not fair, Ron. My tits are huge . . . gigantic jugs . . . a-and I’m kicking the shit out of that skinny cunt!” responded Uschi.
“How---with this?” asked Ron, plucking a folded chloroform-soaked handkerchief from Uschi’s vagina.
“I KNEW IT!” bellowed Pretty Sally as she got up and headed for her opponent.
“I don’t need that to take out NOT-So . . .” said Uschi, whose response was halted by a bare-knuckled fist to the gut.
Pretty Sally had just taken the wind out of her massively bosomed opponent with just one punch. The Female Champion smiled wickedly as she issued several more one-two combinations to Uschi’s blubbery paunch.
“OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF!” grunted Uschi, bending at the waist as Pretty Sally buried her fists deep in the sweaty folds of the aging porn star’s belly.
“Is that all you can say, Uschi?” gloated the taller woman, unleashing a savage uppercut to the chin that sent the fat-breasted porn whore toppling backward.
Uschi hit the nearby wall with a resounding thud, cracking the plaster and sending several of Ron’s framed photos of fighting females crashing to the floor.
Grabbing Uschi by the throat, Pristinely Pretty Sally pounced on her reeling opponent. The Female Champion slapped the Scandinavian slut’s face with her left hand while choking Uschi with her right.
The taller woman released her foe, but not before issuing a painful knee-lift to Uschi’s tender tummy.
“Gnuhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” gurgled the Digard Ragdoll.
Once again, Pretty Sally moved swiftly. Hauling Uschi up by her matted tresses, the Female Champ exclaimed: “Lookee here . .. a whole lot of gray hairs. You really are an OLD LADY, Uschi!”
And then Supremely Pretty Sally threw the aging porn star across the room and into the dismantled ring’s ropes.
The Female Champ raced across the room and hoisted her flabby foe up, locking her arms around Uschi and squeezing the Digard Ragdoll in a vise-like bear hug. Pretty Sally smirked as she shook Uschi’s body from side to side, generating more pain around the ribs and spine.
In addition to crushing Uschi’s body, this hold allowed Pretty Sally’s firm breasts to flatten Uschi’s heavy sacs of freckled flesh.
Fearful that her spine would be snapped---and embarrassed that Pretty Sally’s ramrod tits had defeated, outclassed and overwhelmed the old porn star’s larger teats---Uschi begged for her survival.
“Uhhhhhhh . . . P-P-Please let me g-go, Pretty Sally!”
“What’s that, Uschi?” said the gleeful Female Champion.
“I-I s-surrender,” responded the Digard Ragdoll.
“Not good enough, bitch!” retorted Pretty Sally, increasing the pressure on the older woman’s body.
“Geahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” yelped Uschi as she felt her ribs begin to crack
“HaHaHaHa!” laughed Pretty Sally, tightening her grip.
“I-I-I can’t b-b-breathe . . . “ eeked Ushci.
“I do believe this dumb cow has a case of the vapors,” said a snarky Pretty Sally, dropping her fat-breasted foe to the floor.
Snatching Uschi up by the hair, Pretty Sally proceeded to pepper her older opponent’s face with stinging jabs. And when Uschi raised her hands to protect her already lumped-up face from further damage, Pristinely Pretty Sally went to work on the Digard Ragdoll’s squishy belly.
“Oof-oof-oof-OOOOOOF!” groaned Uschi as Pretty Sally’s punches pounded the hapless Scandinavian’s sweaty stomach meat.
“Kinda soft in the belly, Digard!” said the Female Champion, enjoying the tummy tenderizing of Uschi’s fat gut.
Incapable of defending herself, all Uschi could do was utter “OOF-Guhhhhhh-OOF-OOF-OOF!”
“What’s that, Uschi? You say you’re an OOF? Or is that an OAF? No matter. You’re both, old lady!” snorted Pretty Sally, smacking a sudden uppercut to her hapless foe’s chin.
Down went Uschi with a “THUDDDD.”
Looking at the fallen Digard Ragdoll, who was now flat on her back, Pretty Sally decided it was time for some old-time raslin’ moves.
“Time for your fat freckled tits to pay a price, Uschi!” exclaimed Pretty Sally smashing knee into the old lady’s left cow udder.
“Guuuuuuuhhhh!” grunted Uschi as Pretty Sally’s blow squashed her teat flat.
The Female Champion executed her next knee-drop---this time to Uschi’s right cow udder---in exaggerated AWA Wrestling fashion.
“Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” yelped the aging porn star, who begin crying upon seeing her right boob horribly flattened by Sally’s punishing knee.
Pretty Sally’s knee-drops had targeted the freckles surrounding both of Uschi’s teats, squashing each jug and blemishing the lentiginous beauty of Digard’s tits with black and blue marks.
“Nice work, Champ!” said sleazy Ron as he sauntered over to observe Pretty Sally’s in action.
“Thanks, lover. But you ain’t seen nothin’ yet! By the way, those freckles on Digard’s cow udders are not freckles. They’re old-lady age spots!” announced Pretty Sally, kicking both of Uschi’s pancaked tits---and stomping on the remaining freckles still visible under the black-and-blue wounds.
“Right you are, Sweet and Pretty Sally!” responded Ron, rewarding the Female Champion with a prolonged French kiss as she stomped Old Lady Uschi’s age-spotted juggage with her foot.
Uschi’s humiliation was nearly complete. Pretty Sally had dominated, thrashed and beaten the Scandinavian porn star---repeatedly, thoroughly and senselessly. And Uschi’s larger but lard-like breasts had been outclassed by Pretty Sally’s smaller but firmer tits.
Plus, what Uschi thought would be her trump card---a sprinkling of sexy freckles across her massive cleavage---had proven illusory. Pristinely Pretty Sally had exposed Uschi’s lentiginous advantage as nothing more than blemishes----Old Lady Age Spots!
Even now, Ron was inhaling, caressing, sucking and kissing Pretty Sally’s superior breasts, paying particular lingual attention to the Female Champion’s Unmatched Areolae.
While Ron busily worshipped Pretty Sally’s areolae, the Female Champ noticed Uschi’s dejection and gloated: “That’s right, bitch, my tits have always been superior to your fat—and now flattened---age-spot blemished cow udders! Isn’t that right, Ron my love?”
“That aging cow’s boobs are nothing compared to your succulent breasts, Sally! Now finish Old Lady Uschi Off, Supremely Pretty Sally!” declared Ron, tracing his tongue across the Female Champion’s Magnificent Cleavage.
In response, Pretty Sally French kissed Ron and then extracted her tongue from her lover’s mouth and licked his chest, nipples and belly---finally alighting on the impresario’s cock, which she bathed in her saliva---and then descended to Ron’s balls, licking and inhaling them, ultimately engulfing the portly man’s engorged penis.
Ron came in a gusher, which Pretty Sally took in. Then she kicked her downed rival, stomping each age-blemished teat in the process.
Ushci rolled across the floor with each kick to the ribs, back, head and ass. When her body came to a stop at the edge of Ron’s desk, Pretty Sally lifted the Old Lady up by the hair and began slapping her face over and over again.
A thunderous left cross sent Uschi clear across the room. Before she could yelp, Uschi found herself being lifted by her thick public hairs and body slammed onto the concrete floor.
Pretty Sally repeated this manuever again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
“P-P-Please . . . S-S-Supremely Pretty and Superior Sally . . . I g-g-ive!” begged Uschi
“You can’t give, bitch. Not until I snap your spine---and put you out of commission. Maybe for good!” said Mighty Mistress Sally.
Uschi attempted to flee the premises, but Pretty Sally grabbed the older woman by the nipples, lifted Digard up and slammed her against the wall.
“Begging won’t get you anywhere, you stupid fat COWard!” exclaimed Pretty Sally, who thereupon began slapping---to and fro---each of the Digard Ragdoll’s flattened and faux-freckled teats.
Uschi’s pancaked udders drooped and stretched sloppily with each vicious slap. In between slaps, Pretty Sally clouted Uschi’s under-boobs with bare-knuckled uppercuts that exposed the inherent flabbiness of Digard’s cow tits.
And all Uschi could do was whimper and yelp “Uhhh,” ”Gaahhhhh” or---and this was Pretty Sally’s favorite----“OOF!”
“Ready for the final round, Uschi?” queried as she executed a perfect knee-lift to Digard’s paunch and an uppercut to the chin that dumped the aging porn star on her ass.
“Uschi is about to be taken apart,” announced sleazy Ron.
“Put up you dukes, you Cowardly Cunt!” challenged Supremely Pretty Sally.
Hesitantly and weakly, Uschi Digard raised her fists, throwing a series of laughable lefts and rights that Pretty Sally effortlessly blocked or avoided. Each amateurish fist missed by more than a country mile, and Pretty Sally smiled as she began jabbing, smiting and punching Uschi’s faux-freckled cow treats.
“SPLATT! THWAPPPP! SMACK-SMACK-SMACKETTY! THWAPPPPPP!” echoed throughout the gym as Pristinely Sexy Sally pounded, pasted and smashed taffy-like tit meat.
“Hit those age-spotted cow udders, Supremely Pretty Sally! Hit ‘em hard! Punish the fat coward who dared to think she could compete with the Female Champion of the Golden State Gym!” exhorted Ron.
Stung by Ron’s betrayal, Uschi backpedaled as Pretty Sally pressed on with her attack.
“Cmon, bitch! Put up a fight! Wait---you can’t without the chloroform!” said Pristinely Pretty Sally, burying her fists in Uschi’s sweaty pot belly and then smacking Digard’s blubbery boobs with a one-two combination!”
“OOF-OOOF! Ohhhhhh . . Gahhhhhh Uhhhhh!” gurgled Uschi, reeling from Pretty Sally’s fistic barrage.
Uschi struggled to fight back, but her oafish attempts only underscored her boxing ineptitude. Digard’s large faux-freckled teats swayed back and forth as she threw old-lady punches that sailed through the air.
Exhausted and breathing heavily, Uschi dropped her arms and simply stood there absorbing Pretty Sally’s insolent punches like a rag doll. And as Pretty Sally threw jabs, uppercuts and hooks to Digard’s face, sloshy tits and belly, Uschi gurgled and grunted: “OOOF! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh . . . OOF! Guhhhhhhhhhhhh! OOF-OOF-OOF-OOF!”
“Pretty Sally is taking Uschi apart!” interjected Ron
The grinning Female Champion continued, punching Uschi’s drowsy face, snapping it back and then powering a short hook to the Old Lady’s left cheek. In between pounding Uschi’s visage, Pretty Sally rocked her foe’s sweat-soaked melons with precision bare-knuckled blows.
“Kathooompppp! Smack-smacketty-SMACK! THWACK-SMACK! KATHOOOMPETTY-SMACK!”
“See how easily I’m pummeling your faux-freckled udders, Uschi? What a fucking fat cow you are, girl!” declared Pristinely Pretty Sally.
Next came a chopping left hand to Uschi’s mouth, followed by a right fist to the forehead and a flurry of blows to the Digard Ragdoll’s ears.
As Uschi went wobbly, Pretty Sally drilled a left fist into the aging porn star’s jelly belly, This punch sank deep into the folds of Uschi’s flabby, sweaty gut.
The “Oooooof!” that Uschi emitted as her rival pasted the older woman’s jiggling stomach meat was truly music to Pretty Sally’s ears.
The Beauteous One then jolted Uschi with a jarring left uppercut to the chin---bringing the Scandinavian slut to her knees, whereupon Pretty Sally sent the old lady sprawling to the floor with a cruel kick to the face.
Dazed from the blow, Uschi lay flat on her back. Pretty Sally bent down and turned her rival’s face so that it would absorb the full impact to the Female Champion’s foot stomp.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh . . .Gnuhhhhhh!” groaned Uschi as the sole of Pretty Sally’s foot squashed the porn star’s profile.
A relentless Pretty Sally grabbed the pain-wracked and humiliated Uschi by the nipples, lifted the old lady up and slammed her against the wall.
“Ready for some more tummy tenderizing, bitch?” asked Pretty Sally, smacking six uncontested combinations to Digard’s sweat-slicked belly.
“OOF-OOOF-OOOF! GNUHHHHH-OHHHH-OOF-OOOOF-OOOF!” grunted Uschi as her gelatinous midsection was once again pummeled by Supremely Pretty Sally.
“Love your helpless ‘OOFs,’ Ugly Uschi! But now I’m gonna have fun messing up your faux-freckled tits!” hissed Supremely Pretty Sally.
Pristinely Pretty Sally began peppering Uschi’s lentiginous teats with a series of jabs. The taller woman upped the ante, switching from jabs to hooks, crosses and haymakers that stretched Uschi’s voluminous ta-tas as if they were taffy. Each freckled jug jiggled and quivered as Pretty Sally, pounded the old lady’s tit flesh into mincemeat. The Female Champion had a two objectives: pancaking the porn star’s massive melons---while erasing the sexiness of her rival’s freckles by turning each teat black and blue.
Instinctively, Uschi raised her hands to protect her tits, but Pretty Sally’s chopping right hand to Uschi’s mouth bludgeoned the Digard Ragdoll into complete submission. And Pretty Sally returned to working over her foe’s fat breasts, flattening, bruising and belting each teat with bare-knuckled fury.
“Pretty Sally is pretty tough,” said Ron as he came in closer to observe the slaughter.
“I am quite tough, lover, Now watch me mangle Ugly Uschi’s cow udders!” declared Supremely Pretty Sally as she began to methodically punch the old porn star’s increasingly deflated tits, pinpointing and bashing each freckle with gleeful cruelty.
“P-P-Please s-s-stop . . . I give . . . I give!” cried the demoralized and defeated Uschi.
“Not good enough, Cowardly Uschi. I am going to destroy you and your fat freckled tits!” announced Pretty Sally, doubling down on her fistic carnage.
In between pounding the living crap out of Uschi’s freckled tit meat, Pristinely Pretty Sally unleashed a filthy uppercut to the sweaty folds of Digard’s fat abdominal layers.
“OOF-UHHHHHHH-OHHHHH!” cried Uschi
“She’s a fucking mess! Isn’t she, lover?” inquired Pretty Sally.
“Looks like,” said Ron.
Though she was pleased with Ron’s response, Supremely Pretty Sally wanted more!
To indicate that Uschi was headed for serious bodily harm, Pretty Sally ran her thumb across her throat. And Pretty Sally proceeded to demolish Uschi Digard and Uschi Digard’s sexy freckled breasts.
Returning to Uschi’s enormous udders---which were already grossly pancaked as a result of the Female Champion’s fistic onslaught---Supremely Pretty Sally focused on pasting Digard’s freckled tit meat, interspersing wallops to the stomach with hard blows to the old lady’s lentiginous teats.
Uschi was in a stupor as the Female Champion thumped both of Digard’s cow udders in a speed-bag pummeling of great ferocity.
“I REALLY like your handiwork, Supremely Pretty Sally!” announced a greatly aroused Ron.
“Come closer, lover, and watch the udder destruction of Uschi!” said Pristinely Pretty Sally. “Oh, and set up the ring ropes and turnbuckles, lover,”
Before she went back to squashing Uschi’s cow teats, Pretty Sally unleashed a crushing right cross to the jaw that sent the Digard Ragdoll tumbling to the floor.
Uschi got up, but she was utterly winded as her heaving freckled breasts wobbled and shook. Gasping for air, she was instead knocked for a loop by a left hook that hit her flush on the chin; this was followed by another powerful right cross.
Down went Uschi. Though flat on her back, the Scandinavian woman remained a fetching sight, her gargantuan freckled breasts---though flattened---were still mouth-watering wonders of female pulchritude. And this was something Pretty Sally could not abide. So she executed one knee drop on those luscious lentiginous mounds of tit flesh----“Ohhhhhhh!” screamed Uschi----after another---“Guhhhhhhhh!”
Then Pretty Sally dropped her entire left leg across both of Uschi’s freckled breasts, flattening them further.
“Gnuhhhhhhhh . . . OOOOOOF!” gurgled the aging porn star.
Pretty Sally arose to her full height and promptly delivered an atomic knee-drop to Uschi’s lentiginous left breast; then came a knee-drop to Uschi’s other freckled teat.
“Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . . Uhhhhh . . . OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF!” mumbled Uschi.
The Old Lady’s body twitched convulsively as Pretty Sally wrapped her legs around Digard’s battered breasts in what can only be described as a tit scissor-hold. And while squeezing Uschi’s breasts with gusto, Pretty Sally began to pluck out clumps of her rival’s thick pubic hair.
“AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” screamed Uschi.
“Shut-up, bitch!” commanded Pretty Sally as she increased the pressure on Uschi’s freckled jugs, flattening them with glee. “I’m crushing your fat tits---turning them into pancakes---and plucking your pussy hairs!”
“Please s-s-stop, Supremely Pretty Sally! I g-give . . . I-I s-s-surrender. Y-Y-You are the b-b-better woman!” pleaded the Digard Ragdoll.
“And?” inquired Pretty Sally, who now began twisting the nipples and areolae on each of Uschi’s freckled teats.
“Ohhhhh . . . Uhhhh . . . Gaahhhhhhh! And you are the more beautiful woman, Supremely Pretty Sally!” conceded Cowardly Uschi.
“And?” asked Pretty Sally, continuing her mangling of Uschi’s lentiginous mammaries.
“And y-y-yours are the more beautiful, succulent and s-s-superior breasts, Pretty Sally!” admitted the thoroughly debased Uschi.
It was a watershed in female fighting history. The world famous Uschi Digard, the ultra-voluptuous, big-bosomed star of “Truckstop Women” and “Kentucky Fried Movie” had been beaten to a pulp and out-breasted by a taller, younger, more beautiful woman with firmly succulent tits and unmatched areolae.
As she released her tit scissor-hold, Pretty Sally grabbed a fistful of Uschi’s hair and proceeded to parade the flabby-breasted porn star around the Golden State Gym---but not before pounding Digard’s head on the makeshift ring’s four metal turnbuckles.
In between smacking Uschi’s noggin from pillar to post, Supremely Sexy Sally slapped Digard’s freckled flapjack breasts repeatedly, underscoring the Scandinavian’s tit-ware inferiority.
Pretty Sally took particular joy in watching Uschi’s deflated freckled breasts swing sloppily through the air with each stinging slap.
“THWACK-SLAP-SLAPPETTY-SLAPPPP-SMACK-SMACKETTY-THWAPP-SLAPETTY-SLAP!”
Pretty Sally also slapped Uschi’s face back and forth while calling out to Ron: “Watch what happens next to this loser!”
A disheveled, beaten and thoroughly humiliated Uschi Digard was now nothing more than a piece of old meat, a cow with hanging flapjack udders. Her arms remained motionless at her sides as Pretty Sally held Uschi up by the hair like a limp rag doll.
Pretty Sally threw Uschi across the ring and into the ropes; the pornstar rebounded off the ropes, hurtling toward a waiting Pretty Sally, who clotheslined Digard across the old lady’s flabby freckled breasts.
Uschi’s back hit the canvas hard, but the Beauteous One instantly picked her up, held the faded porn star aloft---high above her head---and then body-slammed Digard outside the ring and onto the concrete floor.
Leaping over the ring ropes, Pretty Sally jumped onto Uschi’s back and lifted the old lady up by her pancaked udders.
With her long fingernails encircling and squeezing Uschi’s flattened cow teats, Supremely Sexy Sally stood over her inferior foe and began milking them thar’ udders.
“Hey, Ron come see Uschi say ‘Moo’ as I milk her cow teats!” announced Wickedly Sexy Sally.
“Now, don’t hurt her . . . too much,” said Ron slyly.
So Pretty Sally dug in her nails and milked Uschi’s freckled tits with even greater ferocity,
“What do you have to say for yourself, Uschi?” asked Pristinely Beautiful Sally.
“Moooooo! MOOOOOOOO! MOOOOOOOOOOO! MOOOO!” responded Uschi ignominiously.
As Ron watched the ongoing debasement of Uschi Digard, his cock hardened---and he inched closer to Pretty Sally’s beckoning mouth.
Now in all her glory, Supremely Pretty Sally began licking Ron’s balls and the stem of his engorged member. Within seconds, she had enveloped his entire dick in her mouth.
And while she sucked Ron’s dick, Pretty Sally continued to milk Uschi’s flapjack udders. Uschi’s freckled breasts---flattened though they were---still held a certain undeniable allure. But Ron could not help declaring:
“What happened to you, Uschi? Big reputation, big boobs, big movie star! Bah, you’re nothing but a flabby-breasted, washed-up cow who can’t fight a lick! Pretty Sally cleaned your clock from pillar to post. She dominated you at every turn and kicked the living shit out of you. And now Supremely Sexy Sally is going to finish you off---but good!”
With that pronouncement, Ron erupted in Pretty Sally’s mouth. And as the Female Champion inhaled Ron’s cum, Uschi started to cry. Seizing on Uschi’s pain, Pretty Sally dislodged her mouth from Ron’s cock, bent down and spat her lover’s cum all over Uschi’s flapjack udders.
A swift kick to the chin put the pitiful porn whore on her back. And as Uschi lay sobbing, Supremely Pretty Sally used her feet to slather Ron’s cum all over Digard’s deflated teats, masking the once great actress’s alluring freckles.
Then Supremely Pretty Sally stomped on Uschi Digard’s cum-coated tits with impunity.
After five minutes of squashing Uschi’s cum-coated cow teats, Pretty Sally bent Digard’s arms, placed her feet on the back of her rival’s legs and fell backwards---executing a textbook surfboard hold.
Held high in the air, Uschi was helpless and in a world of pain. Her ribs were cracking as Pretty Sally simultaneously pulled back on Uschi’s arms and stretched Uschi’s back to the limit. Moreover, Uschi’s flabby flapjack teats flopped to the sides of her outstretched naked body. Hanging there like deflated whoopee cushions, Digard’s once proud breasts had lost any and all firmness.
“Don’t know what I ever saw in this fat whore,” said Ron snarkily as he inspected the sobbing wreck known as Uschi Digard. “You’re nothing compared to Supremely Pretty Sally, Uschi,” continued Ron. “And she’s dismantling you, beating you senseless and dominating you with her fists and her mind. Pretty Sally is your superior, a better woman with pristinely beautiful breasts and areolae that outclass your flapjack cow udders.”
“That’s soooo sweet, lover! And so very true!” said Pretty Sally as she stretched Uschi’s body overhead until the cracking of Digard’s ribs became audible.
“Arghhhhhhh . . . Aieeeeeeee . . . Oh . . . Oh . . .Oh, I-I-I s-s-surrender!!!!” screamed Uschi in agony.
“Think she surrendered, Ron?” inquired a wicked Pretty Sally.
“Not sure, but annihilate her, Pretty Sally. And don’t stop until----“ retorted Ron.
“Gotcha, lover!” responded a smiling Pretty Sally as she released Uschi from the surfboard hold.
Uschi fell to her knees, but her woes did not stop.
Winking at Ron, Pretty Sally elbow-smashed the back of Uschi’s neck. But as the old lady fell face forward, the Female Champion placed Uschi in a camel clutch, pulling on her rival’s chin as Pretty Sally sat on Digard’s already damaged back.
“P-P-Please stop beating me up. I s-s-s-surrendered. I gave up.”
Releasing the camel clutch, Pretty Sally grabbed a clump of hair and lifted Uschi up, throwing the aging porn star into the ring ropes.
Instead of clotheslining the rebounding Uschi, Pretty Sally plunged a bare-knuckled fist deep into Digard’s flabby belly.
“OOOOOOOOF!” gasped Uschi, bending at waist.
“Fat bitch can’t take it!” exclaimed Supremely Pretty Sally, uncorking an uppercut to Uschi’s chin that floored the shorter woman.
Pretty Sally picked up Digard---this time by the ears---and once again threw the limp porn whore into the ring ropes.
But as Uschi rebounded from the ropes, Pristinely Pretty Sally jumped into the air and executed a perfect flying drop-kick, smashing her feet into Digard’s deflated teats---flattening the freckled udders even more.
“Magnificent, Pretty Sally!” said sleazy Ron.
“Want to see magnificent, lover? Watch this!” replied Supremely Pretty Sally.
Grabbing Uschi’s matted mane, Pretty Sally slammed her rival into the nearby wall. Framed pictures of fighting females and shards of glass fell to the ground as Digard’s back was pinned against the wall.
Beaten into total submission, the once proud and mighty Uschi Digard became a pitiful human punching bag as Supremely Pretty Sally---possessing smaller but firmer breasts with superior areolae---pounded, pummeled and pasted her rival from head to toe.
“Ooof-oof-00f-OOF! OOF-OOF-OOOF-UHHHHHH-GUHHHHH-GAHHHH-OOOF-OOOF-OOF!” cried Uschi as Supremely Sexy Sally steadily punched the sweaty meat of the porn whore’s gelatinous belly.
Shifting her attack, Pretty Sally turned her attention to her hapless foe’s head.
“Kathump-thump-SMACK-thumpetta-thumpetta-thumpetta-SMACK-THUMP!” reverberated across the gym as Pretty Sally clubbed Uschi’s chin with non-stop uppercuts.
As each vicious punch snapped Uschi’s head back again and again and again and again,---in bobble-head fashion--- Uschi Digard, Russ Meyer’s most famous star, resembled nothing but a washed-up cow who was being pugilistically dominated by a better, sweeter and prettier woman.
“What a fucking coward! You’re so scared of me---and how my shapely breasts outclass your flabby cow udders---that you can’t put up a fight!” declared Supremely Sexy Sally as she continued to demolish the over-the-hill Digard Ragdoll.
True. All true. Uschi couldn’t compete with Pretty Sally’s beauty, brawn and, yes, tits.
And now Supremely Sexy sally turned to Uschi’s cow teats.
“Smack-smack! Smacketty-smack-smack! Smacketty-smack-smack! Kathumpetty-thump-smack-smacketty-smack!” echoed throughout the Golden State Gym as Pretty Sally punched Uschi’s freckled tit meat without let-up.
And all Uschi could do was stand there with her arms hanging limply by her sides and soak up the breast-battering beatdown.
“Gahhhhhhhhhh . . .Uhhhhhhh-ooof . . . Oh-Oh-Oh! OOF-OOF-OHHHHHHHH . . Uh-Uh-Guhhh!” yelped Uschi as her deflated udders stretched and swung about with each of Pretty Sally’s pulverizing punches.
The old porn whore’s lentiginous teats had now been thoroughly flattened by the Beauteous One’s bare-knuckled assault, and Uschi’s alluring freckles were smeared with blood, the result of a cut that Pretty Sally’s bare knuckles had opened on Digard’s inferior areolae.
Having spent a ten full minutes flattening Uschi’s freckled teats, Supremely Pretty Sally stopped to admire the carnage. “You’ll never star in another porn flick again, Digard! Not after I’ve just done, pounding your old-lady tits into mottled pancakes!”
“Y-Yes Supremely Pretty Sally. But y-y-yours were always the s-s-s-superior breasts. From the first moment I laid eyes on your tits, I knew I could never compete with the firmness and the sexiness of Pretty Sally’s Perfect Teats,” volunteered a thoroughly obsequious Uschi.
“Damn straight, bitch! Now, kiss Supremely Pretty Sally’s Pristinely Perfect Breasts!” commanded the Beauteous One.
Complying without hesitation, Uschi kissed each of her rival’s superior tits.
“Now kiss my fists, Uschi. And thank them for handing you a humiliating beating!” commanded Pretty Sally.
“T-T-Thank you for battering, beating and pummeling me from head to toe---and exposing my inferior breasts as useless sacs of old tit flesh---Pretty Sally’s Fists. I bow to thee!” said Uschi, ignominiously kissing both of the Female Champion’s fists.
And then Supremely Pretty Sally’s fists spoke.
The Beauteous One’s left fist smacked an uppercut to Uschi’s chin, which was followed by a right cross to the ignominious Digard’s jaw.
Down went the Digard Ragdoll in a heap.
But not for long. Smiling wickedly, Pristinely Pretty Sally lifted Uschi up by Digard’s pancaked freckled tits. Propping the old porn whore against the wall, Pretty Sally pumped two fists into Uschi’s flabby belly---followed by a clout to the forehead.
“OOF-OOF! UHHHHHHHHHHHH!” groaned Ushci.
The nearly unconscious Uschi’s body sagged, but Pretty Sally grabbed Digard by the waist, turned the old porn hag upside down and then executed a picture-perfect piledriver.
And as Uschi’s head met the concrete floor, Supremely Sally said: “Don’t worry, bitch. There’s more! It’s called the finishing touch.”
Once again lifting her foe up---this time by Uschi’s inferior nipples---Pretty Sally threw Digard against the wall and issued a final speed-bag pummeling of the porn whore’s flattened freckled teats.”

“SMACK-SMACK-SMACKETTTY-THUMPP-THUMPETTY-SMACK-SMACKETTY-SMACK-KATHUMP-THUMPETTY-THUMP-SMACKETTY-SMACKETTY-SMACK!” reverberated around the gym.
Then came two devastating kidney punches that floored Uschi Digard, whose body convulsed and twitched wildly.
“Now it’s time to say goodbye, Uschi!” declared the Female Champion, placing Uschi in a dragon sleeper hold.
Standing behind the convulsing Uschi, who was in an oddly seated position, Supremely Sexy Sally placed the old porn whore in an inverted facelock, hooking her arm around Digard’s neck and then pulling backwards and up. This wrenching of the Ragdoll’s neck exposed Uschi’s swaying freckled udders for all to see. And the hold allowed Pretty Sally to repeatedly punch Uschi’s pancaked teats even as the Female Champion increased the pressure on the old lady’s back and neck.
And while the blood supply to Uschi’s brain diminished as she was being choked mercilessly, Pretty Sally’s cruel fists continued to pummel Uschi’s woefully freckled meat sacs: “SMACKETTY-SMACK-THUMP-THUMPETTY-KATHUMPPPETTY-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACKETTY-SMACKETTY-SMCACK!!!!!”
After enduring five minutes of such unrelenting punishment, Uschi’s body became completely unresponsive.
Pretty Sally arose and allowed Uschi’s limp carcass to fall to the floor. Placing her foot on Uschi’s heavily bruised breasts, Supremely Sexy Sally smiled radiantly and put her hands on her hips in a snarling victory pose.
Ron rushed over to fasten the Golden State Gym’s Championship Belt around Pristinely Pretty Sally’s waist, raising her arm in triumph.
Then he inquired: “Is Uschi . . . Is she . . .”
“Don’t know! Don’t care!” responded Supremely Sexy Sally, kicking her comatose foe’s face and savagely stomping Uschi’s flattened freckled udders.
Ron wanted to enshrine this moment for posterity---and lucrative photo sets. Grabbing his camera, he snapped away as the Female Champion lorded it over the carcass once known as Uschi Digard.
Smiling her All-American smile, Pretty Sally flexed her biceps and contemptuously placed one foot on the moribund Uschi’s face---while the other squashed both of Digard’s deflated cow teats.
And as Ron finished snapping the final photo, he exclaimed: “Pretty Sally is pretty tough.”

EPILOGUE
Following her udder destruction of Uschi Digard, Pretty Sally went to powder her nose at the makeup mirror, which happened to be near the battered body of the semi-breathing porn whore.
A commotion at the door of the Golden State Gym caught the Beauteous One’s attention.
“Looking for someone, boys?” asked Pretty Sally, noting that paramedics had arrived to transport the moribund Uschi to the hospital.
Though clad in a bathrobe that covered her entire body, Supremely Sexy Sally---the Golden State Gym’s Female Champion---was still an alluring sight. And the male paramedics clearly took notice of the statuesque woman, employing any excuse to engage this luscious siren in conversation---and perhaps more.
“Well, ma’am, we were called in to pick up an injured woman, uhhh, I think Uschi Digard is her name, and rush her to the hospital,” said one of the men.
“Oh, you mean the fat bitch whose ass I just kicked? That old tramp is right here,” responded Pretty Sally, removing her robe as she fluffed her hair and checked her makeup in the mirror.
Utterly ignoring the Digard Ragdoll’s near lifeless body, the paramedics’ dicks began hardening upon viewing the now naked Female Champion’s firm breasts, scintillating areolae and spectacular derriere.
Pristinely Pretty Sally licked her lips and winked at the paramedics, knowing full well she’d won again.
“Before you take the old lady’s carcass---I think she’s comatose---to the morgue (tee-hee), I mean ER, would you help me with my bra and thong,” said the flirtatious Female Champion.
One paramedic fetched Pretty Sally’s brassiere while the other found her thong.
While looking at Uschi’s comatose body---and then back at the salivating men---Pretty Sally said: “Glad to see you have your priorities straight, boys. HaHaHa . . . Ah, Ha,Ha, Ha, Ha!”
There lay Uschi Digard, barely clinging to life; but all the paramedics wanted was to worship Pretty Sally.
“We’ve never seen any woman as . . . as . . .” stuttered one of the paramedics
“As beautiful as you, Ma’am!” gushed the other.
“I know,” said Supremely Sexy Sally, “so now kiss my tits—one can suck my left breast and the other can lick my right teat.”
As each man inhaled, licked and sucked the Female Champion’s breasts---as well as her succulent areolae---Pretty Sally flexed her biceps.
While Uschi’s nearby body sank deeper into a coma, Pretty Sally sat as if on a throne, flanked by two courtiers sucking her tits.
With the paramedics completely in her thrall, Pretty Sally dislodged the two men from her boobs, got up and, smiling wickedly, announced: “You boys should really attend to Uschi, don’t you think? One never knows what additional, um, harm might befall the fat bitch! . . . LIKE THIS!”
Like a cheetah, Supremely Sexy Sally sped toward her moribund rival, leaped high in the air ---and gleefully executed a crushing leg-drop across Uschi’s flattened freckled jugs.
Then the Female Champion grabbed Uschi’s pussy with one hand and Digard’s tresses with the other and lifted her battered, bruised and comatose rival high overhead, parading the prostrate porn star around the gym.
The paramedics gasped when Pretty Sally powered Uschi’s limp body down on an upraised knee. And after clasping her hands together and smacking Digard’s belly with an axe-handle blow, Supremely Sexy Sally pushed the Ragdoll off her knee and onto the floor.
“Not done yet, boys! HaHaHa . . . Ah HaHa!” gloated Pretty Sally.
Instead of coming to the comatose Uschi’s aid, the men began stroking their cocks, drooling as Pristinely Pretty Sally dropped the point of her elbow on each of the porn whore’s freckled udders.
Digard’s body shuddered with each elbow-drop, eliciting a grin from Pretty Sally.
And the battering of Uschi Digard continued.
Pretty Sally lifted her defeated rival off the floor, dragging the old porn whore by the hair to the ring apron. Intertwining the unconscious Ragdoll’s arms in between two ring ropes, Pretty Sally urged the paramedics to watch as she used Uschi’s dangling teats as speed bags.
“KATHUMPETTA-THUMP-THUMPETTY-SMACK! SMACKETTY-SMACK-SMACK-SMACKETTY-KATHUMPPP-SMCKETTY-SMACK!” announced Pretty Sally’s bare knuckled fists as they buried themselves deep in the flabby flesh of Uschi’s freckled tit meat.
Having completed her speed-bag pummeling of Uschi’s udders, Pretty Sally uncorked a left hook to the old lady’s temple and a right cross to Digard’s nose. As the blood oozed from Uschi’s proboscis, another punch came soon afterward---a mighty uppercut to the Ragdoll’s chin. This blow loosened the old lady from the ring ropes, and she dropped to the floor.
“Time to reward you, boys!” said Pretty Sally. “But before I do, shouldn’t the stricken Uschi be placed on a stretcher? I’m no doctor, but I believe her vital signs aren’t all that good, tee-hee . . . HaHaHaHa . . . Ahhhh . . . HaHaHaHaHa!”
Dutifully obeying Supremely Sexy Sally, the paramedics gathered their medical equipment, resuscitating the fallen porn star. Having stabilized her, they delicately hoisted Uschi onto a mobile stretcher and began attaching her to an oxygen tank.
In the meantime, Pretty Sally who had been checking her eyeliner, powdering her nose and fluffing her gorgeous mane, made a request of the paramedics---knowing full well that Uschi desperately needed oxygen.
Smiling with wicked glee, the buck nekkid Female Champion said: “Would you boys help me with my high heels? Tee-hee.”
Abandoning Uschi, who not yet been given oxygen, the paramedics fetched Pretty Sally’s stiletto pumps.
Pretty Sally had strategically positioned herself next to Uschi’s carcass, which lay on the mobile stretcher.
“You boys are sooooo sweet. So I’m going to give you another treat!” said the Female Champion, who reached out with her fist and began pounding Uschi’s freckled udders and spongy, flabby belly.
Digard’s body convulsed with each nasty blow, but the paramedics response was to lick, suck and worship each of Pretty Sally’s feet—licking and sucking toes, soles and all.
Smirking in delight, Supremely Sally continued making mincemeat of the carcass on the stretcher. After finishing their lingual adoration of the Female Champion’s feet, the paramedics took turns licking, fingering and sucking Pretty Sally’s clit and vagina.
“Mmmmmmmmm! Very nice, boys. But now you really must take care of your, um, wounded patient . . . tee-hee. Just finish strapping on my high heels,” said Pretty Sally.
Instantly obeying Pristinely Pretty Sally, the boys affixed the high heels on the Female Champion’s feet---and then both paramedics licked the sole and sucked the stiletto heel of each shoe.
“Why, thank you, boys!” said Supremely Sexy Sally, arising to her full high-heeled height. Then turning toward Digard’s carcass, she leaped onto the mobile stretcher. Standing over the comatose Uschi, Pretty Sally used her pointy stiletto heels to stomp Uschi’s freckled teats and flabby belly.
After five minutes of stomping the moribund woman, Pretty Sally jumped off the mobile stretcher. Smiling wickedly, Beauteous Sally turned and kicked her bruised, battered and comatose rival off the stretcher.
“THUDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!” echoed throughout the gym as Uschi’s moribund body hit the concrete floor.
Stunned beyond belief, the paramedics fell to their knees and kissed Supremely Sexy Sally’s high-heeled feet in utter adoration.
“I think your patient might be flat-lining, boys. Tee-Hee!” gloated Pretty Sally.
But all the boys wanted to do was kiss Pretty Sally’s high-heeled feet—licking each shoe’s sole and sucking both of the stiletto heels. Eventually the lusty paramedics migrated to Pretty Sally’s delectable derriere, which they smooched and licked with abandon---one paramedic per butt cheek.
Looking over her sexy shoulder at the genuflecting paramedics, Pretty Sally simply said: “Where are your priorities, boys? Tee-Hee! HaHaHaHa . . . Ah . . . HaHaHaHa!”
In response, the boys plunged their tongues deep into Pretty Sally’s Sweet Anus. And each one inhaled, kissed, licked, slurped and sucked the Female Champion’s Fragrant Ass Crack.
By the time, the paramedics got to Uschi, who was still lying on the concrete floor, the old porn whore had almost completely flatlined. It took some doing, but the boys managed to stabilize Uschi hook her up to the oxygen tank and lift her onto the mobile stretcher.
As they wheeled the moribund patient toward the Golden State Gym’s exit, the boys were met by the buck nekkid (except for her high-heeled stilletto pumps )Pretty Sally, who approached the mesmerized duo.
“Don’t mind little ‘ol me,” said the statuesque Female Champion,” I’m just straightening out the photos on the wall. But please bring me that nearby ladder so I can hang some of the frames more easily.”
Both of the paramedics abandoned their patient to fetch the ladder for the haughty Pretty Sally. Then they stepped back and watched as the Female Champion ascended to the ladder’s top rung, which was 10 feet off the ground---and about 2 feet from the mobile stretcher where the moribund Uschi lay on life support.
Leaping into the air, Supremely Sexy Sally plunged downward, slamming her entire body onto the prostrate Uschi. The full impact of Pretty Sally’s sexy frame hitting her rival’s carcass knocked the moribund Digard off the stretcher, breaking it in two and damaging the oxygen tank. And as Pretty Sally was plummeting toward her hapless prey, she slugged Uschi squarely in the jaw.
Though Uschi’s life support was disconnected, the paramedics were relieved . . . that Pretty Sally had emerged with nary a scratch.
But there was work to be done. And Pretty Sally went about it with gusto. She picked Uschi up out of the wreckage---and body-slammed her nearly lifeless opponent onto the concrete floor.
What followed next was exquisite carnage. Pretty Sally inverted Uschi’s frame and executed another picture-perfect pile-driver.
The Female Champion then hoisted Uschi onto her shoulder and rammed the old lady’s back into the nearby wall. Before the moribund Digard could slide down the wall, Supremely Sexy Sally delivered a devastating liver punch that made Uschi’s body lurch into puppet-like spasms.
Then came the coup de grace: the deadly heart punch, which Pretty Sally issued with maximum force.
Down went Uschi, like a carcass of cow meat that has just been pounded.
As the paramedics gave Supremely Sexy Sally a standing ovation, the Female Champion lifted her battered rival off the floor and hurled the severely beaten porn whore onto Ron’s cluttered desk.
Then Pretty Sally unzipped both of the paramedics’ pants, licking each man’s balls and fellating their engorged cocks. However, before they could cum, Pretty Sally commanded the paramedics to halt their eruptions until she gave the order.
Obeying the Female Champion to the letter—and knowing full well what she wanted them to do---the boys surrounded the nearly lifeless carcass known as Uschi Digard, swollen dicks at the ready.
“Ready, aim, fire . . . your loads, boys!” commanded Pretty Sally as the paramedics shot their seminal fluid all over the Digard Ragdoll’s face, belly and flattened freckled teats.
After the boys had indeed shot their loads, Pretty Sally approached her rival’s body and proceeded to slather the paramedics’ cum all over Uschi’s face, hair, belly---and especially Digard’s deflated freckled udders.
Then the Female Champion lifted the beaten, bruised, battered and slathered-with-cum Uschi by the hair---and held the Ragdoll in place with one hand. The old porn whore’s body hung there limply, arms dangling lifelessly at her side and spittle, snot and blood dripping from her nose and lip.
Beaming with the pride of conquest, Supremely Pretty Sally flexed the biceps of her other arm, striking the sexiest of victory poses.

Uschi Digard was ultimately resuscitated by the medical personnel of the nearby Fire Department. She spent 6 months in traction at a local hospital, but it took her fully one year to recuperate. Though her breasts regained some of their zaftig dimensions, they sagged considerably. But no hospital stay could restore Uschi’s pride or swagger. Nor could any psychiatrist erase the memory of the near fatal beatdown at the hands of Supremely Pretty Sally.
Uschi shuddered at the thought of a rematch with the statuesque Female Champion of the Golden State Gym. The once legendary star of “Supervixens,” “Truckstop Women,” and “Kentucky Fried Movie” knew that she could never defeat Supremely Sexy Sally, the majestically beautiful woman who had bested, battered and out-breasted Uschi Digard.