The Fight by Tom Adams

Two girls, one man and a fight to the death.

They meet in a clearing in the woods. Steve, Jill and Susan. And all three take off their clothes. They have agreed it will be this way.

Jill and Susan will fight to the death. They have agreed it will be this way.

Both women are madly in love with Steve. He can't make up his mind which one he prefers. Steve ask them to fight to decide which one can have him. They accept.

Then Steve challenges them to fight to the death. They accept.

Steve has a hard, muscular body and is built like a horse. His dick is huge. Both women admire it for a moment and then turn to face each other.

Jill at five, ten is two inches taller than Susan. And she is more powerful. Her shoulders and arms are large. Beneath a small layer of fat is a lot of muscle. Her thighs are huge . Powerful. Capable of crushing an opponent. Her breasts are very large and firm. Alluring.

Susan is not as powerful as Jill. Her breasts not as large. But she is solid muscle. Not an ounce of fat. The muscles in her stomach rival Steve's and flex as she breathes. She is not as powerful as Jill. But she is quicker. Her moves more cat like. She is not as powerful as Jill. But perhaps she is more determined. Perhaps.

Jill makes the first move, grabbing Susan in a bear hug with her arms pinned to her side. The pain in Susan's lower back is intense. She can feel one of her vertebra began to snap. With her arms pinned, only her legs are left to strike back. But they are too close to Jill. Susan's efforts to draw them back and kick Jill are feeble. It looks like the fight to the death is going to be over in a matter of minutes. Maybe a matter of seconds.

But then Jill screams and backs off. Susan has buried her head in Jill's large breasts and rips into them with her teeth. Blood is trickling from Jill's breasts and down her stomach. The fight is far from over.

The pain in Susan's back almost blinds her. But she lunges forward and tears at the large breasts with her fingernails. The blood is now streaming from her breasts, but Jill is more enraged than hurt. She sends a crashing blow to Susan's nose and another to her mouth.The blood is now flowing from Susan's face and down across her body.

Susan is stuned. But she continues to attack Jill's breasts. With her teeth. With her fingernails. She is jealous of Jill's breasts. They are so big. So sensual. She feels this is why Steve is attracted to her. Susan's breasts are firm, attractive. But no match for Jill's. She wants to rip Jill's breasts off her chest. To destroy them.

But Jill is powerful. Her breasts send more blood across her body. This enrages her even more. She is proud of her breasts. The attraction it arouses in men. She sends her fists into her opponent's nose again. This time, Susan can feel her nose break. The flow of blood that was a trickle becomes a steady flow.

Susan's fist lash out quickly, opening up cuts above Jill's eyes. Jill responds with a vicious right to Susan's stomach. She sees it coming and flexes her stomach muscles. Jill's fist bounces off. Susan just smiles, daring her to try it again. And again Jill throws her whole body into a blow to Susan's midsection. She might as well have thrown the blow into a tree trunk.

Susan smiles broadly and puts her hands behind her head, flexing her powerful stomach muscles into a solid mass. It's a stupid move. Jill looks at Susan's hard stomach and draws back her right fist. But instead of the stomach the blow lands squarely on the side of Susan's head.

Susan is sitting on the ground. She's almost unconscious as she feels Jill's powerful legs around her rib cage. Jill is sitting behind her. There is no way to hit her face. Susan can feel a rib crack. She is having trouble breathing. She grabs Jill's legs. Tries to break the hold. It's a waste of time. Another rib cracks.

With all the strength left in her, Susan strikes Jill's knees with her fist. Again and again. It works. Jill releases the hold and gets to her feet. Her right kneecap is almost shattered. The pain matches that of Susan's cracked ribs and the stabbing pain in her lower back.

Both women are hurt now. They circle each other. The blood continues to flow from their cuts and down across their bodies. They are very careful. Their eyes lock. You can see they are determined to win. It's not about Steve anymore. To hell with Steve. It's about them. About this fight.

Susan sees an opening. Her right foot flies between Jill's legs and lands squarely on her pussy.

Jill is blinded by the pain. She sinks to her knees. Susan quickly moves behind her and wraps her arms around her neck in a choke hold. Jill tries to break the hold. But the pain is so great her body will not obey her mind. She blacks out.

Susan knows she can kill now if she wants to. Jill is helpless. Steve thinks she's already dead.

Susan releases Jill and let's her limp body fall to the ground. She then raises her head proudly and approaches Steve. She smiles. He smiles. But is that a smile from Steve? Or is it a smirk of male superiority? From having two women madly in love with him and his large dick. From having them accept his challenge to fight to the death.

Susan and Steve are inches from each other. Steve is already reaching out to her. She has "won" him. Without warning, Susan's right foot sails between Steve's legs and shatters his balls. She moves hehind him and wraps both arms around his neck in a choke hold. Like Jill, Steve is powerless. He passes out. But unlike Jill, Susan continues to hold her grip long after she knows he's dead.

Jill has earned her respect. Steve has earned her disgust.

Steve was expecting a fight to the death. He didn't realize the death would be his.