Susan VS Allison




Part 1

One weekend over the summer break me, my buddy Dave and his sister Allison
were in their garage working on Dave's dirt bike. Their parents were out of
town for a few weeks, and we'd fixed up Dave's bike and taken it around the
block to see how it sounded. As soon as we got it back to his garage and took
the wheel off, up strode the lady I recognized as Dave and Allison's neighbor,
Susan Fiorello. She walked right into the garage and crossed her arms:

"Are you kids done making all that noise?" We all just stared at her and she
went on. "Honestly, who thinks it's appropriate to drive a loud bike around at
10:30 AM on a Sunday? You woke up my son. Brayden needs his sleep."

Dave looked away and I looked at the floor, but Allison walked right up to
her.

"No, we're not done. We're gonna take the muffler off next." (Actually, the
muffler worked fine, but I wasn't going to get in the middle of this.) "That
should really wake your little brat up."

"Where are your parents?" Susan demanded, looking around the garage like they
were hiding behind the tool rack.

"They're dead." This obviously wasn't true, and Susan looked from Allison to
Dave to me back to Allison again, seemingly at a loss for words. "Why don't
you get the fuck out of here, grandma?" Allison asked.

At this Susan took a step forward so she was nose to nose with Allison. "Maybe
I should teach you some respect, you little punk. It's obvious your parents
didn't." Without a word Allison grabbed the door control and hit the button,
lowering the garage door. Nobody moved as it rumbled into place. After it
slammed down. Allison tossed the control to Dave and put her hands on her
hips. "Go ahead."

Just looking both fighters over, this seemed like it wouldn't be much of a
contest. Susan was in her early 40's and had a sturdy, maybe even stocky grown
ass woman's body. She's about 5'5" and I'd guess like 145 lbs or so, with at
least C's tucked away in her white T-shirt, and a large butt stuffed into her
cargo shorts. Her outfit was finished with white socks and tennis shoes, and
her dyed blonde hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail (if set free, it
would probably just touch the top of her shoulders.) Her blue eyes were
narrowed into a wary frown that didn't flatter her basically average looks,
but she wasn't at all bad looking; in fact to a horny hormonal teen she looked
quite good.

Allison on the other hand was all of 18 and 1/6th years old and looked
downright scrawny next to her opponent. She had an inch of height on Susan,
but weighed easily 30 pounds less with A cups and a narrow little butt. She
was wearing just a white tank top (her boobs were small enough not to need a
bra), cutoffs, and sandals with no socks, and she was honestly a little dirty
from a morning spent rebuilding the carburetor on Dave's bike. Her short black
hair was streaked with pink and barely came down to below her ears, and her
bangs almost covered her left eye. Beneath her hair she's got a very youthful
face with big green eyes, both of which were now visible as she tried to tuck
the locks in front of her face behind her ear.

The fight started as Susan hit Allison with a vicious slap, the sound echoing
off the concrete walls. Allison staggered back and Susan followed her,
throwing a clumsy punch that hit Allison in the side. Susan followed up with a
wild kick that knocked Allison down on her back on the cement floor. Susan
stood over Allison, breathing heavily, as the teen rolled away and shakily got
up to her feet. Allison put her hands up like a boxer and yelled "come on,
grandma!" at her opponent. Susan approached Allison, who darted forward and
punched her hard in her soft tummy. Susan backed up with a groan and Allison
followed her, grabbing Susan's ponytail and yanking her head up so she was
looking Allison in the eyes. She gave Susan's face a couple nasty slaps, but
the older lady recovered quickly and pushed the teen away from her. They came
together again and Allison grabbed Sue's hair, using her ponytail like a
handle, and managed to start yanking Susan's head from side to side. Sue tried
to grab Allison's hair back, but she didn't have much to work with. Allison
brought Susan's head down and her knee up, and the sound of her kneecap
impacting Sue's skull produced a loud thwack. Allison let Sue go and the older
woman fell down on her chest, holding her face and moaning.

Allison kicked off her flip-fops and prodded Sue with one of her now bare
feet. "You want to give up?" She pushed her foot under Sue's face. "Kiss it
and say you're sorry and I'll let you go." Instead Susan bit Allison's foot.
Allison shrieked and jumped away, grabbing the top of her injured foot and
cursing loudly. Sue scrambled up to her feet and Allison came at her with a
scream. Ally threw a big wild punch that Sue ducked, firing back with a
right-handed blow that landed just above the waist of Allison's cutoff jean
shorts. Allison let out a deep moan and took a step back, half bending over. A
hard left hook from Sue snapped Allison's head around, but she didn't go down.
Sue came up to her and grabbed her dirty tank top, pulling it up and half off,
with Allison's arms trapped above her head and her pert little A-cups exposed.
Sue hit Allison in the stomach four or five times, then wound up and put her
on the ground with one big final gut punch.

Allison hit the concrete floor on her back and Sue put her hands on her hips
and took in some deep breaths. Her face was pretty red and she was sweating
heavily. She nudged Ally with her foot and asked if she wanted to give up.
Allison just groaned in response, sitting up and managing to get her tank top
off. She threw it at Sue's face. Sue made to bat it away but was too slow - it
landed on her head in an almost comical moment. Susan tossed it away, but the
moment it took her to do so gave Allison enough time to get back up. As bad as
Sue looked, Allison didn't look that hot herself, and the nasty bruise forming
on her tummy looked like a tempting target. Instead of throwing a punch, Susan
charged, lowering her shoulder and running at her opponent, looking for a
tackle.

But she was a step too slow, and Allison weaved to the left and out of her
way. Sue went past her and Ally jumped to her feet and ran after her. Susan
came to a stop and turned, Allison a step behind her. The younger fighter gave
the older one a massive shove, sending Susan head over heels, rolling all the
way to the wall. Allison charged her and aimed her right foot in a punt at
Sue's face that might have ended the fight right there if it connected, but
Sue ducked, leaving Allison's foot to sail over her head. The younger fighter
lost her balance, standing precariously on one leg for a second before Sue
swept it out from under her with a low kick. Allison went down on her chest
and before she could move Susan grabbed her head, lifted it up and slammed her
face down into the hard concrete floor.

Allison frantically got her arms under her body and pushed up, trying to keep
Sue from repeating the move. Blocked, Sue slammed her elbow into the back of
Allison's head. Ally screamed and her arms gave out. Sue grabbed Allison's
head again and slammed her face into the concrete, twice, three times. Allison
wasn't moving as Sue slowly got up to her feet. She gave Allison a kick in the
side and the teen groaned, rolling over onto her back. She started getting up
slowly. Sue just shook her head and took a step back, lining up a punt on
Allison. Dave shouted a warning to his sister, and Allison dropped to the
ground under Sue's kick. Susan totally lost her balance and almost fell down,
giving Allison enough time to roll behind Sue, get to her knees, and launch an
uppercut between her legs.

Sue's eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth fell open. She took a step
back and covered her crotch. Allison got to her feet and punched Sue in the
face. Sue took another step back, and Allison followed her and punched her,
this time in the stomach. Sue sank to her knees and Allison took a step back
and kicked her straight in the face. Sue went down on her back and Ally
quickly grabbed her opponent's shirt, pulling it up over her head like Sue had
done to her. Sue lay on her back with her head and arms stuck in her shirt,
with her plain white bra exposed. Allison lifted up her foot and stomped on
Sue's stomach, drawing a moan and a spasm of struggling from Sue. Allison gave
her another stomp, and Sue tried to block by bringing her legs up. Ally moved
down to Sue's feet and grabbed her ankles, spreading the older fighter's legs
wide. She lifted her foot and stomped on Sue's pussy. Susan was really
struggling now, and she managed to get her shirt off as Allison lined up
another stomp. Susan wasn't quick enough to cover herself before Allison
slammed her foot into her cunt again, and she screamed loudly as Allison drove
her heel home. Allison dropped Sue's legs, going around to her head, grabbing
her ponytail and left wrist and pulling her opponent up to her feet. She
forced Sue into the wall chest-first, holding both of her opponent's arms up
over her head with her left hand. With her free right hand, she started laying
kidney punches into Sue - well, I'm not sure she was hitting the exact spot,
but me and Allison were in the same anatomy and physiology course in high
school the year before, and she was hitting where we'd been taught they were
in class. Bad luck for Sue, who was soon screaming in agony with each hit.
Allison left off these and started spanking Sue's big butt instead. Sue was
sobbing now as Ally spanked her. Allison paused briefly to pull Susan's shorts
and then her pink panties down to her ankles, telling Susan to "stick that
wrinkled pussy out" and giving her a slap up between her legs before going
back to turning her ass red. It looked like the fight was over as Allison
released Sue's wrists and let her sink down to her knees. Allison turned her
so her back was to the wall, grabbing her hair with her left hand and giving
her one last nasty slap with her right.

"You give up?"

"Fuck you," Sue sobbed.

"Wrong answer." Allison wound up a punch aimed at Sue's face, but somehow Sue
still had enough gas left in the tank to shoot a jab into her younger
opponent's crotch. Allison screamed, a howl of pain and surprise, and released
Sue's hair. Sue hit her again, this time lining up an uppercut that landed
squarely between Allison's legs. Allison held her pussy, eyes squeezed shut in
agony. Sue managed to use the wall she was still leaning against to pull
herself up and punched Allison hard in the face. Allison let out a grunt and
Sue punched her in the center of the still-forming bruise on her stomach.
Allison sank to her knees, still holding herself and choking down a sob. Sue
paused to remove her shorts and panties, which were still around her ankles,
leaving her in just her shoes, socks, and bra. Ally was trying to shake the
cobwebs off as Sue moved behind her, but wasn't able to recover before Sue
punched her in the back of the head. Allison fell forward, only stopping
herself from hitting the ground by slumping against the wall on her knees. Sue
pulled Ally's head back and then slammed it into the wall, twice, three times.
She released Allison, who this time did fall to the ground in a heap. Sue had
to stop and take a breather, but when Allison started slowly moving she got
back to it, reaching down and helping the teen up to her feet. She pushed
Allison back against the wall and slapped her face. Allison tried to grab
Sue's wrists, but she was too winded and slowed by her injuries; Susan started
hitting her with impunity, either smacking her in the face, punching her in
the stomach, or landing slaps on her small tits. Allison tried to cover
herself, but with only two hands and four targets, there was always somewhere
for Sue to hit. Allison was crying now and it looked like the fight might be
over for real this time as Sue stepped in and dropped her with a knee to the
pussy. Sue prodded her with her foot and asked if she gave up. Allison managed
a defiant "fuck you" between sobs. Sue sighed in annoyance and looked at Dave.

"You better tell your sister to give up before I kill her." Dave just
shrugged, somehow looking cool as a cucumber despite just seeing his sister
demolished (I was sweating freely; it was hot in that garage with the door
closed and the overhead lights all on). Sue turned to look at me, but I just
shook my head. With a sigh Susan looked down at Allison, thought for a minute,
then reached down and undid Ally's jean shorts. She pulled Allison's shorts
and her panties off, leaving her totally nude. "How about now?" Allison shook
her head no and started trying to get up. Sue pushed her back down, forcing
her onto her back, and sat down on her stomach. Sue trapped Allison's wrists
between Sue's thighs and Allison's torso, and slapped her in the face. "Now?"
Allison shook her head no again. With an annoyed growl Susan started torturing
her opponent's tits, giving Ally's little mounds loud slaps, pulling and
pinching the teen's nipples. Allison screamed and managed to get her hands
free - it looked like they were too small for Sue to really keep trapped. Sue
had to leave off her opponent's chest and quickly pinned both of Allison's
hands down by her head. "Fucking give up!" she shouted. Allison spit in Sue's
face and her opponent went berserk, releasing Allison's hands and grabbing her
head. She lifted Allison's head up for a slam, but Allison wrapped her arms
around the back of Sue's head and pulled to one side, dumping both fighters on
their sides (Allison on her right, Sue on her left) on the floor. They
struggled madly for control, with Sue getting the upper hand until Allison
managed to draw her arm back far enough to hit Susan in the jaw with a short
left hook. She managed to turn her body a bit with the punch and it had enough
force to knock Susan flat. Allison rolled away from her, and both fighters
started getting up slowly. They were both pretty beat up and it looked like a
race to see who would recover first. Susan won, but just barely, and Allison
had at least managed to pick herself up by the time Susan walked over to her.
Sue gave her opponent a hard slap to the face, and Allison responded by
lifting her knee between Susan's slightly open legs. Susan was stunned long
enough for Ally to follow that up with a hard stomach punch. Susan retreated,
covering herself, and Allison followed, grabbing her ponytail like a handle,
using it to bend Sue over, then yanking it so Sue was looking up at her. With
her opponent's head held in place with her left hand, Allison smacked a
straight right into her face. Allison gave her another, and then another after
that, then released her hair, took a step back, and punted her in the stomach.
Sue collapsed to the floor on her front and Allison was on her with a snarl,
straddling Susan, grabbing her head, and slamming it into the concrete floor
like Susan had done to her earlier. Allison gave her four or five of these
until Sue went limp. Allison undid her bra, leaving both fighters in the buff
(although Susan still had her shoes and socks on). It looked like Allison was
intent on putting Sue away for good as she wrapped the bra around Susan's neck
and pulled. Sue's upper half came off the ground; she gasped and choked,
pulling ineffectively on the bra, and her face turned red. Drool started
coming out of her mouth as she thrashed. Finally her eyes rolled back in her
head and just as I started seriously worrying for her safety Allison let up on
the pressure, leaving Susan to crash to the floor, coming to rest in a limp
heap with her own bra still wrapped loosely around her neck. Allison got off
her and took a few deep breaths, then nudged Susan onto her back and brought
her around with a few slaps. "Give up," she ordered. Sue choked and coughed,
rubbing her neck, and Allison grabbed her hair and gave her a vicious slap. "I
said give up!" she screamed in Sue's face. Sue nodded at her. "Say it."

"I give," Sue rasped. "I give up." Allison, despite the hellacious beating
she'd taken, was now wearing a look of savage triumph. She straddled Sue's
waist, positioning her chest right over her mouth. "Kiss 'em," she grunted,
and Sue leaned forward, kissing each one of Allison's nipples in turn. When
she didn't do more than that Allison gave her a nasty backhand, then reached
behind her and got a handful of Sue's pubes. Susan got the message and started
worshiping the teen's small breasts. Allison had her eyes closed, with her
hips starting to rub against Sue's thigh. "Fuck yeah," she groaned. After a
little bit of this she forced Sue down on her back, then planted her pussy on
the the vanquished older woman's face. It didn't look like Sue had a chance to
do much here and Allison seemed to mostly be getting herself off grinding her
pussy against Susan's nose and mouth. She threw her head back as she came, a
cry of victorious joy echoing off the concrete walls.

At this point my cock was about ready to rip a hole in my jeans. Allison,
having come down off her high, looked between Dave and me. Her gaze settled on
me, and she walked over to where I was sitting, using the bra still wrapped
around Susan's neck to drag her along. "Unzip his pants," she ordered. Susan
let out a guttering sob and tried to beg, but Allison gave the bra a sharp
yank. "Unzip. His. Pants. Now." Sue reached out and fumblingly undid both the
button and zipper on my jeans. My cock popped out into the cool air. "Suck on
it." Susan hesitated for a second, but before Allison could administer any
more punishment, she leaned forward and took my dick into her mouth.

I'd fooled around with girls before, but this was a whole new experience.
Looking back I think Susan just wanted me to cum right away and get it over
with because she was working my shaft like a pro from the get-go, doing long,
sloppy strokes, at first stopping to flick the tip with her tongue, then just
going at my dick as quick as she could. I came on a downstroke, and as soon as
Susan had brought her head all the way down Allison stepped forward and put
her hands on the back of Sue's head, bracing her face against my hips as I
shot my load down her throat. Allison didn't let her move until she was
convinced Susan had swallowed every drop. Ally told her not to move, going and
fetching her dirty tank-top, which she used to tie Sue's arms behind her back.
Then she pulled Sue off me, giving her one last slap that sent spit and cum
flying as Sue landed on the ground, totally beat. Allison smiled at us. "I'm
gonna go take a shower. I think you two can show this old cunt out..."

Dave and I looked at each other as a triumphant Allison went into the house
and Sue lay on the ground, moaning. Our bikes were long forgotten; I sat there
in stunned silence as Dave opened the garage and helped his neighbour out.

Part 2

After Allison beat up her neighbor Susan, her personality changed just a bit;
she had a little bit more confidence, a little spring in her step, and loved
talking about the beating she'd given "that old bitch" or "that fat cunt". I
don't know if she just loved the sense of power she had, or the feeling she'd
gotten from riding her opponent's face to a powerful orgasm or what, but she
seemed a little obsessed. (Not that I wasn't; I found myself jerking off to
the memory all the time.)

One day over the summer break from college Allison invited me over to her
house; this was normal, and it didn't dawn on me that anything unusual was
happening even though Dave wasn't home. Ally pulled me into the garage and
closed the door, then laid it out for me:

"Sooooooo... You remember that fight I had with Sue?" I nodded; how could I
forget? "Well, she wants a rematch. Would you come along and be, like... my
corner guy?"

"What about Dave?"

"Ew." Allison made a face. "He's my brother, perv. You're sick." The look of
disgust faded into her mischievous smile. "Plus, I mean, I made her suck you
off instead of him, so you got some skin in the game. I mean, if you don't
want to... " She gave me a look with her big green eyes and I fell into her
trap, rushing to agree as quickly as I could. I didn't really know what was
expected of me, but before I knew it the fight was set for the next Sunday.
Sue didn't want to fight in the garage, and instead the location was set for a
clearing in the woods - the misleadingly named Frog Pond, which was basically
a roughly 40 foot by 40 foot clearing, the "pond" being nothing more than a
muddy little puddle towards the middle you could sometimes catch frogs in.
Allison brought a blanket for them to fight on; I just brought myself and a
bottle of water.

It was kinda weird seeing Susan again when we got there. She didn't have
anyone with her, and the grim look she gave me was a little chilling. She took
off her jacket and track pants to reveal that she was wearing a black sports
bra and a set of black modest bottoms. She kicked off her shoes and socks and
stood barefoot on the blanket. It looked like she'd been working out; I
definitely didn't remember her arms being that big, and her formerly soft
tummy looked a lot more toned. At 5'5" she was giving up an inch of height to
Allison, but outweighed her easily.

Across the blanket, Allison had also removed her outer layer of clothes. She
was going topless, her little pink nipples already erect, wearing only a white
thong panty. I don't know if it was because Sue looked much tougher now or
because this wasn't Allison's home turf, but she looked a little vulnerable
shivering in the morning air - it hadn't started getting that hot yet and I
didn't know if it was the temperature or her nerves.

I hardly had time to take this in as Sue and Allison approached each other
silently. Both women had their fists up in a guard, but as they came together
Susan slipped a straight right punch between Allison's hands into her face.
Ally yelped and stepped back, shaking her head. She also opened her guard, and
Susan stepped in and slammed a punch into her gut. Allison groaned and took
another step back, holding her stomach, slightly bent over with her eyes
squeezed shut. Susan kicked Allison's left leg out and she fell down with a
surprised yell. Susan backed off, hands on her hips: "Get up, you little
runt."

Allison sprang to her feet and raised her fists again. This time as Susan
approached, Ally let fly a high-pitched battle scream and charged. Susan tried
to drop her guard and grab Allison, but she was too slow, and the teen
barreled into her, bringing them both down to the blanket, where they
struggled for control. Susan got a handful of Ally's short hair, but in return
the younger fighter hit her with a left hook to the jaw. Susan grunted as her
head was snapped around by the impact, losing her grip on Ally's hair, the
right side of her face coming to rest against the ground. Allison put her left
hand on Sue's head and pressed, keeping her from being able to turn it back to
face her attacker. Susan blindly flailed at Allison. She seemed to have the
tiger by the tail - she was clearly having trouble both keeping Susan's head
pinned and mounting an offense of her own. She solved this problem by
switching her grip to grab Susan's head with both hands, lifting it off the
ground and then slamming it back down.

I have no doubt this hurt and disorientated Susan, but compared to the bare
concrete where they'd fought the first time, the ground here seemed much more
forgiving. The thick blanket and layer of long-dead pine needs, leaves, and
grass probably didn't have nearly as much impact, and after two slams when
Ally lifted Susan's head up again, Sue managed to rear back and slam a
headbutt into Allison's face.

Allison fell off Susan with a cry of pain, holding her nose with both hands.
Susan took a moment to recover, then got to her feet, facing Allison who had
just managed to get to her knees, holding her hands over her nose.

"Is my nose bleeding?" she yelled at Susan. When her opponent didn't respond,
she turned to me and asked the same question.

"No. I mean, I don't see any."

"Fuck," Allison mumbled, getting to her feet and taking a breath before
squaring off with her opponent. Susan came in throwing a punch, but Allison
lunged under it, reaching for her opponent's face with her left hand. Susan
caught Allison's wrist with her other hand, Allison's free right came in and
landed a loud slap on Susan's face, the impact ringing through the trees.
Susan grimaced, releasing Allison's hand, which the younger fighter used to
rake her opponent's face. One of her fingers ended up pressing into Susan's
eye and the older fighter screamed, half-blindly trying to push the teen away.
She wasn't able to do it and Allison came in and kneed Sue between the legs.
Sue let out a pained groan, covering her face with one hand and her crotch
with the other.

Allison balled up her right fist and hit Susan in the gut, but the older woman
had definitely been working out, and even without her abs flexed, all it drew
was a cough from Susan. I could see her stomach tighten in anticipation of
Allison's next punch, which almost bounced off Sue's stomach. Ally grunted in
annoyance and went behind Sue, unhooking her sports bra and whipping it off
her. This gave her opponent just a little too long to recover - Allison
couldn't see it with Sue's back to her, but the older woman blinked her
injured eye once or twice and, deciding it was fine, turned back to face
Allison, twisting her body and slamming a huge right hook into Allison's face.
Allison went down like a sack of dirt, the only sound a nasty smack as Susan's
fist smashed into her face, then the soft rustle of the blanket as Allison
collapsed onto it.

Susan let Allison lay in a heap for a second as she took in some big breaths,
then kicked the fallen fighter onto her back. Susan reached down and pulled
Ally's panties off, then pinched her nose until Allison opened her mouth to
inhale and stuffed the teen's own underwear in. Allison gagged as it looked
like Susan was trying to force the thong down her throat. Susan got almost all
of it in and then climbed off Allison, who rolled up to her hands and knees,
coughing and almost retching as she pulled the spit-covered wad of cloth out
of her mouth, along with a healthy amount of drool. Susan waited until Ally
had gotten it out and just started taking a shuddering breath before she
stepped forward and slammed a kick into Allison's stomach. Ally groaned and
fell to the ground. Susan rolled her on her back again, this time sitting down
on her hips. She leaned forward and down, pinning Allison's hands on either
side of her head.

"This is what real tits look like," Susan bellowed, slapping Allison's face
around with her breasts. Allison leaned her head up and tried to bite Susan's
left nipple. In response Susan pressed her chest down, trapping Allison's face
between her heaving tits.

Despite the beating Allison was taking, she still had plenty of energy as she
bucked and strained under Susan's grip. I guess Sue couldn't make an airtight
seal without using her hands, but she also had to hold her opponent down;
after a moment she collected both of Allison's wrists, pinning them up above
the teen's head with just her left hand. With her right hand free I thought
she would tighten up the smother, but instead she leaned up, breaking the
smother, and scooted back a little so she was looking down at Allison's
A-cups. "You look like a boy," Susan grunted, giving Allison's left nipple a
mean twist. Allison cried out in pain and Susan really went after her little
boobs, pinching the nipples and handing out nasty tit slaps. Ally was crying
as her chest turned red under Susan's hands. By the time Sue was done with
her, Allison lay under her quietly sobbing. Susan herself sat still straddling
her, sweaty and breathing hard but looking pretty victorious. Sue gave Allison
a slap in the face to get her attention - "Are you ready to give up now?"

"Fuck you," Allison sobbed. Sue shook her head and climbed off Allison, who
curled into the fetal position and held her aching chest. Sue took a quick
breather as Allison cried, then pushed the teen onto her back. Susan grabbed a
handful of Allison's hair and pulled her up to a sitting position, using her
grip to make Allison look at her opponent's face. Sue slapped her to get her
attention, then barked "I'm gonna give you one more chance to give up. Then
I'm going to really fuck you up." Sue slapped her again. "Are you ready to
give up now?" Sue pulled her hand back for a third slap, but she wasn't
holding on to Allison's hair securely enough, as Ally managed to spring up off
the ground, launching a headbutt into Sue's face.

I couldn't help but contrast the technique both fighters used; when Sue had
landed a headbutt earlier in the fight she had hit the middle of Allison's
face with the tough upper part of her skull. Allison in contrast kind of hit
Sue just above the eyes with her forehead. I guess it did work well enough as
a stunned Sue let go of her and backed up rubbing her face. Allison seemed
stunned herself, but she quickly shook her head and attacked, lunging forward
and knocking Sue off her feet. Allison tried to get on top of her, managing to
straddle Sue, and wrapped her hands around Sue's neck and started squeezing.
Sue let out a choking gasp, but managed to bring her hands up and rake them
down Allison's bare chest. Allison screamed, releasing Sue to cover herself
again, and Sue easily threw her opponent off her. Allison landed on her side
on the blanket, and Sue gave her a hard kick to the back that rolled her over
so she was laying on her front. Sue sat down on Allison's back, punching her
in the back of the head a few times, then wrapped her arms around Ally's neck
in a sleeper. Allison kicked her legs frantically, but she was finally out of
gas, and her struggling slowed and then stopped as Susan kept the sleeper
locked in.

Once Allison lay limp, Sue let the sleeper go, slowly climbing off her
opponent, looking for any sign of recovery or that Ally was playing possum.
Allison just lay there panting; Sue prodded her with a foot and when she
didn't move dragged Allison right off the blanket, pulling her to the pond in
the middle of the clearing.

By the time they arrived Allison was coated with a layer of dead leaves and
pine needles, sticking to her skin with a mixture of her sweat and pine sap.
Susan laid Allison down on her chest, head over the puddle, and grabbed her
short hair, lifting her head up, then with one smooth push, forcing Allison's
face into the cold, muddy puddle. Ally's legs kicked frantically, but she
couldn't move her head up with Sue holding it down. After about 30 seconds Sue
pulled Allison's head up, and Allison gagged, spitting up dirty water. "You
ready to give now?" Sue demanded. Allison just let out a guttering sob and Sue
pushed her head back into the puddle. After another thirty seconds Allison's
head came back up, her eyes half closed, taking choking, gasping breaths. "You
just tell me when you give up." Susan gave her another thirty-second dunk, and
as soon as Ally's head broke the surface after this one she was crying out her
surrender.

Sue let her go, leaving Allison to cough up more water and take big, sucking
breaths. Leaving her there, Sue walked up to me. I held my hands up in peace.
"What's your name, young man?"

"Richard," I mumbled as defiantly as possible.

"Well, Richard, it's your lucky day. Once your girlfriend over there recovers,
I'm going to give her a taste of her own medicine from last time."

"She's not my girlfriend..."

"Even better," Susan chuckled. "Still, though, I don't think you deserve to
get off scott-free, do you? Follow me." She started walking away, and I
followed her to the edge of the clearing. She picked out a large oak and had
me put both hands on it. At her instruction I stuck my butt out, and before I
knew it she had yanked my jeans and boxers down to my ankles. "Don't move,"
she ordered. "This is going to hurt..."

She wasn't kidding. I got an unforgettable spanking, and the only good thing I
can say about it is that nobody was around to see it except Allison. Susan
tanned my hide good, and although I tried to manfully bite down the pain, as
she kept spanking the same spot I couldn't help grunting and then crying out
with each impact. To make it even worse she'd occasionally reach in between my
legs and give my balls a squeeze, drawing a pained yelp each time.

Finally she was finished, telling me to lift my left leg, then my right as she
took my pants and underwear and flung them over her shoulder. She motioned for
me to follow and we walked back over to Ally, who had managed to recover a
little bit, although she still looked miserably beaten and half-drowned. "Are
you ready for your punishment, little girl?"

"No," Allison sniffed, looking at the ground.

"Well that's too bad. I want you to say 'Please punish me Mrs. Fiorello' or
I'm going to start hurting you again.

"Pleasepunishmemrsfiorello," Allison mumbled.

"Get on your knees."

With some effort Allison complied, pushed herself up to her knees with a
grunt. Susan gave my aching butt a swat and positioned us so that I was
standing front of Allison. "I think you know what comes now, right?" Sue
prompted. With a unhappy sigh Allison grabbed my cock. Without even a stroke
to get it hard she wrapped her lips around my penis and start giving me a very
inexperienced, sloppy blowjob, slobbering and sucking almost too hard on my
dick. Still, this felt way better than my hand, and I got hard in no time.
Eventually Ally started using her right hand to pump my dick along with her
mouth and built me up this way until I came. I shot my load into her mouth,
and she turned her head and spit it out, drawing an approving laugh from
Susan, who then waved me away. Susan then pushed Allison down on her back,
hanging her breasts right in front of the defeated fighter's face. "Worship my
tits," she commanded. Allison leaned her head up and started licking and
sucking on Susan's nipples, and to my eye it looked like she was mostly
slobbering and sucking on them - but I guess this worked well enough as Susan
was getting really excited, her hips starting to gyrate as she rubbed against
Allison's stomach, presenting one breast and then the other for the teen to
tongue. Finally she had enough, removing her panties and switching positions
so she was facing Allison's feet. She scooted up and planted her pussy on
Allison's face. For her part, Allison lay totally still under Susan (although
Sue held Allison's arms pinned down by her waist anyway) as the victorious
fighter started riding Ally's face. She wasn't gentle, tossing her hips
against Allison's head. At least it wasn't long until she came, throwing her
head back in a victory cry as she climaxed over her beaten opponent.

Needless to say it was a long trip back from Frog Pond that afternoon. Allison
and I made up a story about a dirt bike crash - not the greatest lie, but I
guess we had both honestly expected her to win. Ally took a few weeks to fully
recover from her beating, and when she did she wasn't the same girl who'd
strode into the clearing that fateful day.

Part 3

After Allison's defeat at her neighbor Susan's hands, she started training
like crazy. She had six raw eggs for breakfast and started running a mile
before dawn. Whereas before she'd been a bit scrawny, she put on at least 20
pounds, most of it muscle; she developed a set of six pack abs and thick,
strong legs. She started taking kickboxing classes and her arms became taunt
and muscular. Her personality changed, as instead of enjoying shooting the
shit with me and her brother or tooling around on our dirtbikes, she obsessed
over her BMI and calorie intake. In short, she was no longer my fun friend
Ally, and it became rare to see her - if anything she'd pass through the
garage and glare at me while Dave and myself worked on our bikes. She even
grew her hair out into its natural brown and stopped giving it her trademark
streaking.

Not sure what to do, I ended up telling Dave the whole story. He just shrugged
and said they'd work it out. I guess he was right as one day Allison called
and said I was to be her cornerman in a rematch with Sue. I didn't think I had
any choice; by this point Ally looked like she could pick me up and snap me
like a twig.

The day Allison picked was about two weeks before Halloween. Her parents were
on vacation and Dave had been sent to a WWE house show to get rid of him. I
found myself sitting in Allison's garage, with an uncomfortable silence
hanging between us. Allison was definitely nervous, wearing just a black
sports bra (not that she needed it), black sweatpants, black MMA gloves and
white cotton socks. Even with her socks on her feet must have been cold as she
paced the concrete floor. She kept tucking and re-tucking her hair, which was
now down to her shoulders, cut in a simple wave that no longer hung in front
of her eyes.

It was almost a relief as the garage door started rumbling into the ceiling,
revealing Susan standing there with her arms crossed. Susan was wearing a
white windbreaker and a navy blue skirt. She didn't bother taking the
windbreaker off as she stepped into the garage; it looked like she wasn't
planning on staying long. I couldn't see much of her arms or stomach, but her
legs looked much less defined than I remembered - either she'd slacked off on
her workout routine, or maybe she just didn't look as impressive compared to
Allison, because she looked a little soft and a little scared. She knew why
she'd been called, and she walked right into the garage and addressed Allison:

"There's no way I'm fighting you again. We're finished."

"You scared?" Allison stepped up so she was in Susan's personal space. "You
afraid, you old bitch?"

Susan looked Allison up and down. "Look - I'm sorry I hurt you. I guess I went
too far in our last fight. But it's settled now, and I'm not going to fight
you. We're done. Just leave me alone." Susan turned to leave, but had only
gotten a step or two before Allison responded:

"Maybe I'll find your son." At this, Susan stopped and turned slowly. "You
like taking him to Washington Park, right? How old is he now-" Allison was cut
off as Susan stormed up to her and slapped her hard across the face. Allison's
mouth curled into a ugly, snarling grin, and she slammed a straight right into
Susan's face. Susan cried out in pain, and Allison punched her in the stomach.
Susan gasped and went down on her knees. Allison kicked her in the side of the
head, collapsing Susan in a heap, then pulled the garage door opener out of
her pocket, hitting the close button and tossing it away. Susan had started
getting up, but didn't make it past her knees as Allison came up, grabbed her
hair, and slammed a knee strike into her jaw. Susan went back down, and
Allison reached down and pulled her windbreaker off. Underneath it Susan was
wearing a plain white tee, and like her legs, her arms looked much less
muscular than I remembered. Allison drove a punch down into her stomach, and
Sue rolled on her side, holding her gut. "Get the fuck up," Allison shouted,
roughly pulling Sue to her feet. Allison backed off, putting her hands up like
a boxer. "Come the fuck on," she breathed. "Come on."

They came together and Allison unleashed a flurry of punches that had Susan
backing up, covering her head with her hands. Allison went under her guard
with a quick left-right to Sue's stomach. Susan covered her stomach, and when
her guard dropped Allison hit her with some kind of karate strike to the neck.
Susan stepped back, choking and holding her throat, and Allison did a split,
hammering a punch into her opponent's stomach like she was Johnny Cage.

Sue fell straight back, hitting her head on the concrete floor, and coughed,
trying to get her wind back. Allison got up from her split and flexed, kissing
both biceps and shoot me a "how's that" look. Then she turned back to Sue, who
was just getting up. "Come on, grandma," Allison grunted, grabbing a handful
of Sue's loose hair. "Fight's not over yet. Up you go." Allison pulled Sue to
her feet, bent her over, and started slamming knees into her stomach. Sue took
four of these before collapsing again, this time on her chest. Allison reached
down and pulled off Susan's shirt, which left Sue in her bra and skirt, but at
least gave her enough time to roll away from Allison and get back up. They
came at each other again and this time when they got close Sue surprised
Allison by lunging forward and kneeing her in the crotch (I guess Allison
hadn't been practicing how to avoid that particular move in kickboxing class).
Allison backed up holding herself and Sue came on, throwing a kick that landed
straight on Allison's right knee. Allison screamed and went down, rolling on
to her back holding her leg. I was worried this was getting out of control as
Susan walked up to her opponent, lifted a leg, and stomped down on her face.
Sue still had her shoes on and Allison was stunned, with her nose starting to
bleed. Susan lifted her foot for another as Allison barely managed to roll
away. Instead of getting up, the teen got to one knee, rubbing her face and
cursing. Sue walked up to her and threw a kick - Allison tried to catch her
ankle, but Sue's leg sailed through her hands, and her foot slammed into
Allison's jaw. Allison's head was thrown back by the impact and she landed on
the floor on her back, barely moving. Even Sue stomping on her stomach grew
only a groan of pain. Sue straddled her, getting a handful of her long hair,
and slapped her a few times to bring her around.

"I'm done," Sue yelled, slapping Allison again. "I'm finished." Slap. "I don't
want to see you again." Backhand. "I don't want to hear your fucking bikes."
Slap. "Stay away from me." Slap. "Stay away from my family." Backhand. "Or
I'll really fuck you up." Sue drew back for another slap, but Allison managed
to push her off. Sue jumped to her feet and charged, but Allison managed to
roll out of the way. Sue had a full head of steam and went barreling past her.
Allison got up to one knee, but instead of favoring her injured leg, she
braced it under herself and launched at Sue in a tackle. She hit the back of
Sue's knees, knocking the older woman down on her face. Allison leaped on her
back, wrapping her arms around Sue's neck and scissoring her stomach. Sue
gagged, reaching behind her and frantically trying to flail at Allison while
simultaneously trying to get her legs under her and get to her feet. None of
this worked, and her struggling became increasingly frantic. She managed to
roll both herself and her opponent over so that Allison was underneath her,
but with the sleeper and scissors still locked on, all this did for Sue was
leave her humping the air trying to escape.

Allison released her before she passed out, but as Sue slumped onto the floor
taking heaving, gasping breaths, it looked like there was no fight left in
her. Allison went right for her shoes, swatting aside Susan's feeble attempt
to kick her away. With these gone Allison stripped her older opponent down to
just her socks. Allison took off her own pants, leaving herself clad in just
her sports bra and plain black panties (well, and gloves and socks), before
rolling Sue onto her back. Allison straddled her face, her hips hovering over
Sue's mouth.

"Kiss my pussy," Allison ordered. I wasn't sure why Ally had left her bottoms
on if this is what she wanted, but I guess it didn't matter as Sue leaned her
head up and bit. Even though her underwear this looked incredibly painful and
Allison let out a blood-curdling scream of pure agony, frantically pushing
Susan's head away, but the damage was already done. Allison fell off Sue,
curling up and holding her privates, sobbing. Both fighters were down for a
minute. Sue recovered first, slowly climbing to her feet. She looked pretty
wrecked as she walked over to Allison and rolled the unresisting teen onto her
back. Sue sat down on her chest and yanked Allison's hair so the younger
fighter was looking into her face.

"Last chance," Sue snarled. "Give up now - " Sue reached behind her back, her
hand dipping into Allison's panties and squeezing - " - or you'll never walk
again. What's it gonna be?"

Allison was still crying, her bloody face red and scrunched up into a mask of
agony. She managed to sob out a "No", and then a scream as Sue squeezed her
pussy. Allison was trying to get at Sue's hand, but the older woman's legs
were trapping her arms at awkward angles, and it took a good twenty seconds
before she managed to pull Sue's arm out of her underwear. Sue shook her arm
free of Allison's grasp and drew it back, then slammed a straight punch into
the teen's face. Allison groaned and managed to get her arms out from under
Sue, but the older fighter grabbed Allison's hands and pinned them to the
ground. She scooted back a little bit, then lowered her chest to Allison's
face, pressing the teen's nose and mouth between her sweaty boobs.

Sue had done this during their second fight, and I think she may have made a
mistake here; this certainly was a humiliating move, but both fighters were
far beyond mere humiliation now, and Allison managed to get enough air to
start to recover. Sue also had to use both hands to pin Allison's down, so she
couldn't press her tits into Allison's face for a tighter seal, and ended up
giving her opponent some breathing room. Sue must have realized this wasn't
working after a few minutes as she got up off Allison, who promptly rolled
away and sprang to her feet. Sue just shook her head and the two fighters came
at each other again.

Sue aimed a big haymaker that missed by a good six inches. I can only guess
she was looking to knock Allison out with one punch, and she put so much into
it that it threw her off-balance, with Allison coming in, wrapping her arms
around Sue's midsection and lifting her straight up off the ground. Allison
gave her an atomic drop, with the hard part of her kneecap going right between
Sue's legs. Sue fell off Allison's knee and landed on her back, holding her
pussy. "How's that feel, bitch?!" Allison screamed. She went around to Sue's
right side and stomped on her soft stomach. Sue moved her hands up to cover
her gut, and Allison sat down on her stomach, trapping Sue's arms (mostly)
beneath her. Allison grabbed Sue's head and slammed it into the concrete floor
with a sick thud. Sue struggled frantically under her, but she had a hard time
getting her arms free, and another head slam saw her struggles get weaker,
with a third reducing her to barely moving. Allison gave her a fourth, then a
fifth, and Sue lay still.

Allison climbed off her, panting, and waited for a minute. When Sue didn't
stir, Allison prodded her with a foot. Sue coughed and groaned, but nothing
else. Allison pulled Sue up into a sitting position, grabbing her hair and
going around behind her, and started laying kicks into her back. Sue's body
shook with each impact she let out a small grunt each time Allison's foot
smacked into her sweaty back. After five or six of these Allison released her
hair and Sue fell straight back. Allison dropped her knee into the center of
Sue's face with a crack. Sue's body spasmed, but she didn't move. Allison
rolled Sue onto her chest, then took off her own bra and used it to tie
Susan's hands behind her back. (I guess in addition to taking kickboxing
classes she'd looked up how to tie a good knot - it didn't look like Sue was
getting free of that any time soon even if she had enough energy to try.)
Allison then shucked her panties so both fighters were in nothing but their
socks (and Allison still had her gloves on, I guess, too). Ignoring Sue, she
walked over to one of the toolboxes on the far wall, flipped it open, and
picked out a hammer. Sue had started coming back around, uselessly struggling
with her bonds, and when she saw Allison coming toward her with the hammer,
her eyes went big with fear. She tried to scramble away, whimpering, but
Allison came up to her and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. "On your
knees, bitch!" Allison yelled. She shoved and kicked Sue into the position she
wanted - Sue was on her knees, bent over forward. I guess she would have been
hands and knees if her arms weren't tied behind her back, and instead her
forehead rested on the concrete. Allison pulled Susan's hips up so her doughy
butt was sticking out, reaching between Sue's legs and rubbing her pussy. Sue
groaned into the floor as Allison hefted the hammer. She held it by the head
and pressed the handle against Susan's vagina. I couldn't believe my eyes as
Allison pushed the thick wood handle into Susan's pussy. Susan let out a low,
guttering groan as Allison pushed at least seven inches of the hammer in, then
started very slowly fucking her with it. To my amazement Susan started humping
it back, and with a little increase in speed Allison eventually made her cum.
When she pulled out the hammer Susan collapsed on her chest, totally limp.
Allison threw the hammer aside, then crooked a finger at me. Trying to choke
down excitement and fear I got up and walked over. Without a word Allison
pulled down my pants and underwear, which I stepped out of. She grabbed my
cock (just with the index finger and thumb - she still had the MMA gloves on)
and gave it a few strokes. "You're not gonna top that hammer, huh, Rich?" she
asked. I nodded. Allison spit in Sue's asshole. "You know what to do." I
looked down at Susan laying in a heap. This was new territory for me. Allison
was behind me, and I felt her naked chest and small, hard nipples pressing
into my back as she leaned into me.

"Rich," Allison breathed in my ear. "If you don't fuck her ass - " one of her
gloved hands wrapped around my balls - "that hammer's going up your shitter
next. Got it?" She gave my bare butt a slap. "Let's fucking go."

Well, what could I do? Sue was already laying on her stomach, so I straddled
her hips. With a grunt I eased my cock into Susan's asshole. It was really
tight; I don't know where Allison learned that spitting was enough lube (we
certainly didn't cover it in sex ed). Susan moaned under me as I pushed my
cock into her asshole. Allison came out from behind me and sat down on Sue's
back so we were face to face as I drew back for another stroke. I took it
really slow as Susan bucked and moaned under me. Allison pulled Susan's
buttcheeks apart and Sue's ass did start to loosen up as I worked on her. At
first it had been so tight it was unpleasant, but it started feeling pretty
good, and Allison started cheering me on, chanting for me to "fuck that ass".
It took a while, but it was just a matter of time before I came, and at
Allison's instruction pumped as much cum as I could into Susan's ass - she
only let me pull out when she was sure I was totally spent. After that Allison
had me wipe my dick on Susan's hair.

Sue was a mess, laying in a congealing pool of sweat, with a pool of her
juices under her pussy, and my cum leaking from her asshole. Allison went and
got a old, dirty trenchcoat, and we wrapped Sue in it, then threw her outside
the garage and closed the door. I helped Allison clean up, and when I left
about twenty minutes later, there was no sign of Sue. I hoped I'd never see
her again.

Part 4

A week or so before Thanksgiving, Susan called me up. I honestly had never
expected to hear from her again after the brutal beating Allison had given
her, and I was surprised when she invited me over for a "friendly wrestling
match" on Black Friday. I was nervous that this was a trap and that as soon as
I stepped into her house I'd be chloroformed or something, but at this point I
discovered that Susan has a certain way of describing things, and by the time
she was telling me about an imagined scenario where she was struggling to hold
me down during a match and my cock was pressed in between her smooth thighs, I
found myself agreeing with everything she asked for. On paper, she didn't have
much of a chance - I was already six feet tall, even if I was a bit scrawny,
which meant I had an easy half a foot on her. But I didn't guess that would
matter much as from Susan's attitude I figured this wasn't going to be about
having a sixty-minute masterpiece of holds and counter-holds so much as the
two of us rolling around mostly naked in her bedroom. We made the match for 3
on Friday - her husband and kids would be out of the house for at least six
hours buying new cell phones and a HDTV.

I didn't tell Allison about what was happening; after beating up Sue, she had
become if anything even more of a weirdo, and we barely ever talked anymore. I
was a little nervous walking up to Sue's door, but the big smile on her face
when it opened set me a little at ease. She invited me in and lead me to the
living room, where we sat down on an overstuffed couch and she went over the
rules, ticking them off on her fingers:

"No face punching; no tit punching; no ball punching. No biting; and no
scratching. Basically, we won't be trying to kill each other. As for the
stakes - " she tossed her hair - "winner can do whatever they want with the
loser. It'll be fun," she promised.

How could I say no? We headed upstairs to her bedroom. She'd spread a big
blanket over the thickly carpeted floor and turned the heat up to max; even
after stripping down to my boxers I was still pretty hot. Susan removed her
clothes to reveal a matching set of black lacy bra and panties, and I have to
say that she still looked pretty good for her age and for having kids; her
face was a little bit too long to be really pretty, and if you passed her
bundled up at the mall you might not look twice, but here with all of her
curves on display, knowing I was about to be tussling with her, I was pitching
a big tent as we got on our knees and faced each other on the blanket. She
hadn't bothered putting her hair up, and it now reached down slightly past her
shoulders. I noted her roots were showing a little bit, then tried to shake
this thought away and focus on the match.

"Ready?" she asked. I nodded and she lunged, knocking me onto my back. She
laid down on top of me and I tried pushing her off, but I guess she'd started
working out again as she was stronger than I expected. She laughed at me,
playfully, as she pinned my wrists down to the ground. "What's the matter,
Richard?" she teased. I just grunted in response, humiliated at a woman twice
my age dominating me so quickly. This was the first wrestling match I'd been
in where it wasn't just fooling around with one of my friends or siblings, and
not sure what to do next, I tried to pull my legs up, thinking I could get
them between Susan and myself and kick her off. I guess it worked well enough
as Sue released my wrists, scooting up and grabbing my head, then pulling my
face between her tits.

Whenever Sue had done this to Allison it hadn't worked too well, but she'd
also never been able to use her hands to tighten this up, and the next thing I
knew my world had shrunk to the soft silky valley between Susan's breasts.
With my own arms free I managed to eventually reach up and push Sue away by
the shoulders, but it took a little while to figure out how to do this blind.
Sue didn't try to hold on, instead releasing me and rolling away. She got up
to her feet and beckoned for me to do the same.

It was pretty clear Sue was toying with me, and to be honest I wasn't too
surprised. I guess I could have gone crazy training in the few days since she
called, but I hadn't done much more than some light jogging, whereas Sue had
been through three hellacious fights with Allison and whatever training she'd
gotten in between those. I didn't really expect to win this match, just to
enjoy myself, and I accepted Sue's invitation to come at her with a vague idea
of getting her in a bearhug, but she ducked under my reaching limbs, wrapping
her arms around my stomach. With a grunt of effort she lifted me off the mat
and half-slammed, half-threw me to the carpet chest-first.

With all the padding I landed on this didn't really hurt, but I was a little
stunned, and the next thing I knew Sue was sitting on my back, pulling my
underwear up into my buttcheeks and giving me a wedgie. When I yelled in
surprise she started playfully spanking my ass. "Gosh, Rich," she laughed,
giving my butt another swat, "are you even trying?"

Stung, I got my arms under me and pushed; Susan had to get off me to avoid
being dumped on the ground. I gave my sore backside a rub and that was all the
opening Susan needed to come in and punch me in the gut. I had gotten so
caught up in the match I had forgotten this kind of thing was allowed and I
almost doubled over as her fist sunk into the pit of my stomach. She lined up
a roundhouse kick to the head that put me down on my back, staring at the
ceiling. Susan came into view, hands on her hips, and she leaned down: "How
you feeling, Rich?" Her gaze moved to my crotch, where I was still fully
erect. "Oh, pretty good?" She kneeled down, putting one of her knees across my
neck, pushing down with it just enough to make it hard to breathe as her hand
drifted down my body, into my underwear. "You giving up already?" she purred,
teasing my dick with just her thumb and index finger. I tried to say no, but
it came out as a gargled choke thanks to her leg pressing into my windpipe.
Luckily she wasn't pressing down hard enough to really choke me and I managed
to deal with the instinctual panic of having my air cut off long enough to
push her off me. Susan rolled to her feet, smiling and backing off so I could
get up. We came at each other and I had some idea about locking up with her,
but she went under my guard and used some takedown move where she grabbed the
back of my thighs and pulled my legs out from under me. I hit the soft ground
on my back, and Sue grabbed my ankles, pulling them up and spreading my legs
like a wishbone. For a minute I was terrified she was going to stomp on my
cock, but instead she pressed her right foot into my dick and started giving
me a footjob. I think I caught a break here as my underwear made this a little
less effective, and I had a minute to recover, although I didn't want to take
too long - if Sue got me too worked up she'd have me. So after about 30
seconds I gave a big groan like I was close to cumming and closed my eyes.
Sure enough Sue's foot started moving faster, her toes curling around the tip
of my cock, and I made my move, turning my upper body. Sue wasn't gripping my
ankles tightly enough and I rolled out of her grasp onto my chest, then got up
to my knees. Sue had her hands up a guard and I charged her from my crouch.
She managed to half-catch me, but I had enough momentum to knock her down. I
managed to get on top of her and tried to grab her wrists, but she was quicker
than I expected and got her right hand under my chin. She pushed my head up
and away so I couldn't see what was happening and I found myself flailing at
her blindly. Her other hand announced its presence as she started pulling on
my pubes. I grabbed her wrist, but she already had a good handful, and she
used it to keep me in place while she got out from under me. She got to her
knees so we were facing each other, then leaned forward and kissed me.

Her tongue pressed between my lips, and as it swirled inside my mouth, her
hand slipped into my boxers. She started very slowly stroking my cock. Her
kiss had put me in a kind of daze, but I had enough sense left to reach
forward and start working on her tits through her bra. Even after the nasty
pube pull she'd given me I was still pretty riled up from her footjob, and to
even the odds I reached behind her back and undid her bra. She let me slide it
off and I threw it away. I reluctantly broke off the kiss, angling my head
down and taking her left nipple into her mouth. Susan gasped and grabbed my
head, making an attempt to pull it away from her boob. I stopped her by giving
her other nipple a short twist, and she groaned and stopped pushing, retaining
a useless grip on my head. I felt like I finally had the advantage as I gently
pushed her onto her back, with her legs folded under her. I switched my mouth
to her other nipple and used one hand to rub her pussy through her panties.
What I couldn't see is that at some point Susan managed to get her legs out
from under her, and she eventually brought them up and pushed me away with her
feet - but not before I'd gotten her so worked up that her juices soaked
through her bottoms. Her face was reddening as we both got to our knees. I
have to admit I was distracted by her bare, heaving chest, glistening with
sweat and spit, and she lunged, catching me by surprise. I went down on my
back with her on top of me. She managed to hold me down long enough to
straddle me, and before I could stop her, her pussy was planted right on my
face.

Her panties were a mixed blessing; without it I probably would have been
content to eat her out, but with her bottoms in place, Sue was stuck grinding
her crotch into my nose and mouth. It took a little while, but I managed to
reach up with my legs and hook her under the arms - this is not easy to do,
all the more so blind! - and pull her off me. Susan rolled into a crouch,
breathing even more heavily. "God damn it, Rich," she hissed, getting to her
feet. "You'll get yours - after the match is over. I'm not going to lose!" she
screamed, hurling herself at me. I had gotten up to my feet as well, and
although I wasn't quick enough to get out of the way, I at least managed to
turn into her charge, and I went down on my left side. Sue got behind me,
locking my arms up in a full nelson, and I felt her trying to get her legs
around me in a scissors. Luckily for me she couldn't get her left leg under my
body. Of course, to put this in perspective, that just meant she was able to
wear me down with the nelson instead of being able to finish me off
immediately. She wasn't using this as a resthold, either, she was really
cranking the pressure on, and I instinctively pushed myself backwards into her
until we were spooning on the mat. Susan eventually switched to a single
nelson, but she still had both my arms trapped - she used her left arm to keep
my own left arm stuck and grabbed my right wrist with her left hand. Her free
right hand slid down my body, stopping to playfully pinch my right nipple,
then went into my underwear. I was still fully erect even with her punishing
nelson, and her skilled stroking was soon taking a toll on my endurance. I
felt Sue slide a little closer to me, and her lips came to my right ear,
whispering promises of pleasure and cajoling me to give up. I made a move to
escape and she draped her right leg over my hips. But she didn't have a good
angle, and while her method of keeping both my arms helpless with just one of
hers was inventive, it couldn't stand up to a real test as I pulled my right
arm free. I shot a blind elbow into her stomach and she groaned, releasing my
cock and rolling on to her back next to me. I pounced, grabbing her wrists and
pinning them by her sides. Holding her down, I attacked her bare tits with
gusto. Between this and getting my thigh between her legs and pressing it into
her pussy, I was able to get her even more worked up. Unfortunately this was
doing nothing for my own arousal, and I realized that while I could get Susan
quite wound up with this, she wouldn't cum just from stimulating her chest and
my thigh pressing against her cunt. I think this is where my inexperience
really got in my way - I figured I could force her to climax if I could get my
fingers on her vagina, but I didn't know how to keep her arms immobilized. So
instead I went in for a kiss, pushing my tongue into her mouth, with some
half-formed idea that if she couldn't see what was happening I could get my
hand into her panties and finish her off.

Well, I did get my hand into her panties, but in return she got her hand
around my cock. She quickly pulled it out of my underwear and started pumping
away. I tried to break the kiss, but her free hand grabbed the back of my head
and she pulled me in even closer. I frantically got two fingers into her
sopping pussy, but with her underwear still on I was having a hard time
getting a good rhythm going. I guess I could have given up trying to make her
cum and grabbed for her hand, but now I couldn't see either and I was honestly
too far gone. I went at Susan as best I could, but she forced me to climax
first, and I shot my load between our bodies. Susan didn't stop kissing me or
stroking my dick as I bucked in her grip, my opponent milking out the last
possible drop before she released me.

I flopped to the ground on my back, utterly spent. Susan, looking like the cat
who ate the canary, slipped out of her panties and threw them away, not
bothering to wipe my cum off her tits and stomach as she prepared to straddle
me. I knew what was expected of me, and as she'd beaten me fair and square I
wanted to give her her due. She lowered her pussy so it hovered directly over
my mouth, reaching down and grabbing my hair as I gave her a long lick. She
cried out as I pushed my tongue in and started eating her out. I didn't have a
lot of practice doing this but Susan was already pretty excited. After a
minute or two she pulled my head in deeper between her thighs and I knew she
was close. I heard her climaxing over me and kept at her, trying to give her
an experience to remember. As she came down she tapped my arm and I stopped.
She climbed off me and laid down next to me on the blanket.

For a minute we just lay there panting. "Wow," she finally managed. I grunted
in agreement. "I'm gonna get a towel," she muttered, rolling over and slowly
getting up. She returned having already cleaned herself up, bearing a small
hand towel she used to wipe the juices off my face and a little residual cum
off my cock. That done, I got up to my feet and we regarded each other.

"Well. I said we'd have some fun after the match, right?" I nodded eagerly,
already getting recharged for more. "To the winner goes the spoils, so I'll be
deciding what we do," she purred, going between my legs and grabbing my
half-erect cock. She gave it a few tugs until I was hard again, then straddled
me and lowered herself onto my cock. She started fucking me cowgirl style, one
hand pressing down into my chest. I took this to mean that she didn't want me
to move and I laid under her trying to think about grandma and gross bugs to
last longer - as wonderful as she felt, having lost the match, I wanted to
salvage some pride. It was tough - Susan started with a few gentle up and
downs, but in no time she had ramped up to big strokes, her hips coming so
high that just the tip of my cock was in, then slamming down onto my waist. I
could see why she had me lay still; one wrong move and I'd have popped out. As
she got into it her hand came off my chest, one rubbing her breasts and the
other one playing with her clit. I squeezed my eyes shut and she came first. I
barely managed to hold out through her pussy tightening in waves as she
climaxed over me.

As she came down from her orgasm she almost collapsed right on top of me,
holding herself up by her arms so we were face to face. She panted for a
minute and then rolled off. "Did you cum?"

"No," I squeaked.

"No? Well, shit. All right, I'll finish you off." She went between my legs
again and lowered her lips to the tip of my cock, flicking it with her tongue.
"Remember fucking my mouth, Rich?"

"Yes..." I hoped she wasn't going to get one back on me right now.

"Well, now I'm gonna fuck your cock with my mouth." I had only a second to
ponder this as she slid my underwear off - my cock had been sticking through
the fly the whole time - and as soon as she'd whipped it over her shoulder I
felt her lips sliding down my shaft. I almost came right then, digging my
fingers into the blanket we were laying on. Her mouth went up and down my
shaft so fast her head was a blur, and I reached out and held on to her
shoulders. This felt so good I wanted to enjoy it, but I had already gotten so
close it was probably less than thirty seconds before I was spurting into her
mouth. One of her hands massaged my balls as she kept greedily sucking,
swallowing down my full load before letting my spit-covered cock flop out of
her mouth. She kissed me and I tasted a little of my own cum; I didn't care.
She laid on top of me and wrapped her arms around me.

We rested for a minute before she asked if I wanted some more. I said yes and
she got up, helping me to my feet. "Time for the big finish," she announced.
"You ready?" I nodded and she lead me over to the soft bed. She bent me over
it and gave my butt a few smacks, then reached between my legs and grabbed my
cock. "You know what's coming now, right, Rich?

"No," I groaned into the soft blankets. Susan giggled.

"Well, don't move." She was gone for a moment, and then I felt her cold thumb
pushing into my asshole. "Relax," she purred. "I want you nice and ready for
this." I realized with a start that she was lubing my ass up, but it was too
late to do anything now, and any thoughts I had of fighting back were
vanquished as she used the extra lube to stroke my dick for a minute. "Have
you ever done this before, Rich?"

"No," I squeaked.

"Well, try to relax. I'll be really gentle." I felt the tip of something
smooth and plastic against my asshole. "Do you remember when you fucked my
ass, Rich?" I just mewed in fear as she very slowly started pushing the
strapon in. "Did you like fucking my ass, Rich?" I could only answer with a
groan as she hilted the strapon in my ass. Instead of pulling out, she left it
in, giving my butt another smack. "How you doing, Rich?" She started pulling
it out, slowly. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Ungggghhh," I managed.

"That's a no?" She started pushing it in with another stroke. I felt her right
hand wrap around my cock. "I've been thinking about this, Rich." The strapon
slid all the way home. "Since after that first fight. Do you remember that?"
She started pulling it back, giving my cock a gentle squeeze. The strapon
stopped, almost out. "I've been dreaming about fucking you." She pushed her
hips forward, slowly moving her hand up my dick as she pushed the strapon cock
into my asshole. "And you're never going to forget this, Rich." My toes curled
into the carpet as I panted. "You're never going to forget how this feels."
Again she started drawing back, rubbing her thumb over the head of my penis.
"Do you want me to stop?"

"No..."

"Good," she purred. She started a regular rhythm of fucking my ass and
stroking my erection, one full in/out of the dildo equal to about ten
movements of her lubed hand up my dick. All I could do was endure the ride; my
head was swimming. Susan was right that I'd never forget this. I was totally
under her control, having submitted to her soft hands and the slick plastic
cock she reamed my ass with. I lost track of time, and I don't know how long
it was before Susan built me up to an orgasm. When the time came my hips
started bucking weakly and she gave me the finishing blow, her hand going into
overdrive up and down my unit. I came, my legs shaking, a low, primal groan
coming from somewhere deep inside me as I blasted a load on her hand, the bed,
and the carpet. She kept the strapon hilted in my ass as she milked my cock
achingly dry. Then she eased the dildo out and I collapsed, not caring if I
landed in my own cum as I sat against the bed. Sue sat down next to me, a
little higher up, cradling me so my face was pressed into her sweaty tits. She
laid her head on top of mine and we sat there for I don't know how long.

"Well," she finally mumbled in my ear. "Better get cleaned up, huh?" I
groaned, not wanting to move. "I know," she purred. "I don't want to either.
There's always next time, though. Come on." She slowly got to her feet, then
helped me up, and we took a shower together. I got dressed and went home,
wondering when and if I'd see Sue again.

________________________________

One day, Dave told me that his neighbor Sue, had given him a note to pass on
to me.

" Stop by the house Sat. night if you want some more friendly tussling."

At this point in time, I was thrilled that some one was interested in me, and
I knew what a friendly " tussle " with Sue would develop into!

Slowly, my relationship with Susan was growing, albeit a complicated one. She
was , after all , old enough to be my mother.

With her family away for the weekend, that Sat. night turned into a whole
weekend fight, fuck, and suck session. Susan was insatiable and the mornings
left us battered and sexually exhausted.

For the next seven months we had weekly fuck and fight nights, with Sue
gradually turning into an amazon warrior able to physically dominate me on a
regular basis. No matter how hard I trained, I couldn't keep up with her
transformation. Where I was able to keep up was in the area of bringing her to
, in her own words, " Mind blowing orgasms " over and over.

Sue's bleach blonde hair grew out and returned to it's slightly graying sandy
brown color. Her arms grew solid and stronger as she was religious in her
workout regime enabling her to work me over even more. Little did I know that
in between our sexy bouts, she was in intense boxing, wrestling, and grappling
training. She never flaunted her now muscled physique preferring to hide it
with modest clothing.

Susan continued to avoid Allison and always looked as though a confrontation
with her was the last thing on her mind.

One Sat. afternoon, while I was with Dave and Ally in the garage, Sue called
me on my

cell, and sounded as if she was in desperate need of help.

" Richard, I need you here now! Please come on the double!"

" Hey Richard, some damsel in distress? It's not that old hag cunt Susan is
it? Nah, even you can't be that desperate."

Did she know about me and Sue? She couldn't, could she?"

" Nah, my sister is locked out of the house and you know how panicky she can
get. I'll see you later."

They both seemed to buy my story and off I went.

Susan met me at the door barely dressed, pulled me inside and practically
ripped my clothes off. Sue was wearing only black briefs. Her luscious breasts
were free with rock hard nipples at attention and they only sagged slightly
surrendering to her forty plus years. To me, she was an amazon goddess. My
shorts could never hide my excitement and I put on the boxing gloves that she
tossed at me. It was time for her to get her fix.

We boxed for almost 30 minutes. She beat me, lovingly knocking me down time
after time.

We wrestled next and Sue pinned me over and over, submitted me with breast
smothers. When I gave up, my punishment was to eat her out.

We grappled and Susan pounded me into submission five straight times in record
time.

Finally, standing over me, Sue posed and flexed showing off her new physique,
that which would make any 20 year old jealous. I was in awe of her. She was
magnificant!

We made love like animals for the rest of the night. Susan was insatiable. By
morning, I was exhausted, enchanted, and in love.

By her side in bed, she turned to me and stared.

" What?"

" Richard, I want the truth from you."

" About what?"

" What do you think about my new body? My husband loves it, but I need to know
what you think."

" Fucking awesome! Why?"

" This whole relationship has gone in a completely different direction than I
thought it would so please don't be upset at my next question. Do you think
that I could beat up that little tramp Allison?"

" Is that all that tonight , in fact is that what this past seven months was
all about?"

" It was until I became completely enchanted with you as I am. So, do you
think I can?"

" I think that you could destroy her. Are you kidding me?"

" Would you then do me a big favor? Would you let Allison know that I want to
fight her again. One more rematch, one final fight. I will be eternally
grateful and will grant you any favor that I possibly can."

To see these two hellcats have at it one more time was something that I wanted
in the worst way. To see Allison get the shit kicked out of her was a new
obsession of mine and I kind of hoped that it would humble her and give me one
last chance to get her.

I confessed these feelings to my dominetrix.

" Be with me for this fight, and I think that I might be able to help you in
that department and get that little bitch back."

Susan dragged me back to the bedroom where we wrestled, fucked and sucked for
the rest of the morning.

The next Saturday, I was back in the garage with Dave working on the dirt bike
when Allison walked in. Her black hair, now below her shoulders, was in a
loose ponytail. Wearing a sleeveless white t shirt and black shorts, she
exuded her usual bitchy, arragont attitude and when she saw me cracked,

" Seen that old cunt lately Richard?"

' As a matter of fact, I have. Sue told me to tell you that she was coming
over this afternoon to kick the shit out of you!"

Allison's eyes lit up.

" Really? I think not. Just let that smelly cunt skank come over and try. I'll
send her back home a bloody mess. How dare she even think of showing her face
here ever again! I'll beat her till she pisses herself. I tell you what
Richard, I'll even leave her conscious enough for you to fuck her till she
passes out!"

As if on cue, there was Susan, standing in the garage doorway listening.

" I dare you to back up those big threats you little cum bucket!"

Allison turned and faced her longtime foe. Closing the door with the remote,
Sue tosses a pair of black MMA gloves at her.

" Glove up skank. Let's settle this once and for all!"

Susan, 44, 5'5" tall now weighs a solid 135 lbs. As she sheds her sweatshirt
her cut muscled arms are visible, her once matronly ass is now tight and clad
in black bike shorts which also show off her muscular thighs. Her 34Cs are
well supported in a pink Everlast sports bra; Nipples, rock hard with
excitement. Sue bounces like a boxer banging her pink gloved fists together
ready to fight.

Allison's once toned arms, are no longer jacked as the last time the two
vixens met. I also noticed that she was back to a thinner, pale version of
herself. Never the less she assumes her usual arrogant attitude after a brief
look of suprise at the new version of Sue standing before her. Allison gloves
up preparing to, she thinks, finish off her older foe , this time for good.

" Guess you didn't learn your lesson huh? I'll tear you up you old smelly
cunt! I'll piss down your throat, rip your cow tits off! I'll let Richard fuck
you till your twat falls out, I'll..."

She couldn't finish the last sentence as Sue scored with two lightening jabs
and a right to the face, bloodying her nose immediately. Allisons face
registered pain and shock as she stumbled backwards into the garage door.

Susan chased and pummeled her with fists and knees.

Two knees to the stomach bent her in half, a right uppercut straightend her
up, a knee to the stomach and another to the face put Ally down hard.

Sue jumped onto her injured foe and pummeled her. Left and rights slammed
Ally's skull left to right and back again. Blood, snot and spit flew
everywhere. Allison was defenseless and at Sue's mercy when Sue suddenly
stopped and backed off.

" This is too easy. Get up you little slut and fight me!"

Allison rose shakily but was determined to make a fight of it. Raising her
fists she faced down her enemy.

While in awe of my amazon MILF, I was also scared that she might kill my
friends sister who was still the object of my lustful desires. I felt a little
sorry for her and did still want a chance with her.

" Come on Ally, that all you got?"

Ally was not done, it turns out, and after a kick between the legs catches
Sue's pussy

solidly, she tackled her and took her to the floor where both hellcats tumbled
entangled and enraged.

Sue tries to regain the advantage when Ally's aggressive attack causes her to
lose her grip. The two combatants roll around, grabbing hair, punching faces
and kicking each other continuously.

Sue takes charge briefly, when she clamps a headlock on Ally but loses the
hold just as quick when she lets out a bloodcurdling scream and grabs at her
crotch. Ally has a claw like grip in Sue's snatch scratching at her womanhood.

Sue throws Ally to the floor breaking the hold and screams out in rage.

They now face off again. Both are shaken but ready to fight on.

Sue was bleeding slightly from between her legs. The look of hate and rage on
her face was something I had never seen before. It scared the shit out of me!

Allison's face was a mask of blood, but her eyes were scarily visible and
burning with rage!

In the past, at this point, Sue might have been done for and would have been
gasping for breath. But now, her conditioning had her ready to fight on. Her
tits were smeared with Ally"s blood and swayed as she readied herself to
attack.

Allison too, seemed rejuvenated and ready for combat.

Slowly they circled each other looking for the next " opening" to exploit.
Gloved hands raised in a classic boxing pose, the women then crashed into each
other.

Sue held Ally's hair in one hand and pounded punch after punch into her face
increasing the flow of blood.

Ally, while crying out in pain, nevertheless had plenty of fIght left in her
as she kneed Sue twice in her crotch buckling her knees momentarily. Sue
trying to protect her body left her face open and took two hooks to the face
causing her left eye to begin to swell.

Ally seeing an opening, again crashed her knee into the crotch causing Sue to
begin to crumble to the floor. Her downward journey was briefly interupted by
a knee to the forehead knocking her backwards and to the garage floor in a
heap.

I thought Sue was done as it took a few seconds for her to stir. Ally, wasted
time as she hovered over her downed opponant and admired her handiwork.

" Now I finish you, you skanky old whore!"

Gasping for breath, Sue struggled to rise, but was thwarted as Ally straddles
her and clamps her arms around her neck in an attempt to choke her out.
Squeezing with all of her might Ally was having trouble controlling Sue.

Sue's eyes bug out and she realizes that she has to break this hold or she
will be defeated once again by someone smaller and weaker than the new her.
Sue erupts in a frenzy of twisting and turning and is , as spots begin to form
in front of her eyes, able to break free. A desperate uppercut to the cunt
causes Allison to stumble back a few steps, allowing Sue to rise.

Standing face to face, Sue cannot avoid another brutal kick to her pussy which
cripples her again. Again she collapses to the floor. Ally grabs Sue's hair
and bounces it off the concrete floor twice.

Allison, while still on the attack, is gasping for breath.

Susan in dire straits again, is able to grab Ally's wrists and stop her
weakening attack.

Conditioning will make the difference in this brutal war of attrition.

Ally lost her grip and Sue once again escaped. This time she got up quickly,
turned and landed a kick to Ally's head. Her form would have made any NFL
kicker jealous.

Ally flew backwards, head bouncing off the floor as she landed on her
backside.

Remarkably, still conscious, she was able to struggle to her feet and met Sue
head on. Like two boxers, they trade punch after punch. Quickly, it becomes
apparent that the cougar, Sue, has more left in her tank, and she begins to
outgun her younger foe.

Allison slowly gets backed up against the garage door where a volly of
unanswered and unblocked punches rocked Ally's head off of the door with a
sickening thud.

Sue, smelling victory within her grasp, is determined to end this now.

One, two, three knee strikes to the belly. have Ally weekened and bend her in
half.

" Give it up Ally, before I sterilize you!"

" Fuck you skank!"

" Wrong answer!"

A vicious left and right drops Allison to her ass and almost out."

I'm now scared for Ally and cry out for Sue to stop.

" That's enough Sue, she's had enough."

" I'm not quite finished with her Richard."

Sue grabs Allison and knocks her down with another kick.

Sue then drops her shorts and now bottomless, plants her pussy over Ally's
face.

" Eat me out and do a good job if you know whats good for you!"

Allison is beaten and knows it. She proceeds to send Sue into an orgasmic
spasm as she licks and sucks Sue's womanhood. After almost ten minutes and a
mouthful of Sue's womanly juices, I hear Allison gag and struggle to escape.

Sue sits up and ends the struggle with a right to the jaw. Ally is down and
fearfully looking up at Sue. She is aware that Sue has now called me over to
the carnage.

" Allison, you have one more task to complete before I let you go. This young
fellow Richard, for some reason unbeknownst to me, likes you. I think you need
to show him a good time too!"

Allison looks at Sue, then me, and proceeds to work my manhood like I have
never been worked before, even by Sue who was awesome at it. Twice I shoot a
load of my cum into her throat.

When Susan sees that I am finished, she lands one final stomp to Ally's gut
sending blood, spit and my seed back up and all over her beaten body and my
chest.

" Disrespect him, or any body for that matter, and I'll come back and this
beating will seem mild.

Sue left triumphantly. She and her family moved away a few months later.

Allison has a whole new attitude towards me.

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