Susan2 by Tom Adams
Susan, the cheerleader, continues to fight and win and gets any man she wants.
Susan has been dating Ted for two months and she's already tired of him. He's a real hunk, great in bed, but otherwise she finds him so boring. She likes to chat. He doesn't talk much. She's an excellent amateur boxer and watchs a lot of matchs on TV. He considers it a barbaric "sport", prefers football. That's his passion, football. He's the starting quarterback on the college team.
Susan is a cute little cheerleader. Short, five, two. Natural blond hair. Head turning tits and ass. Flat stomach. Slightly muscular arms from the boxing. Attractive, slightly muscular calves and thighs. And she's sexy. God, she's sexy. The deep blue eyes. The perfect, white teeth. The million watt smile. The deep breaths to make her tits rise and fall. The way her ass flexes when she walks.
And she's sick of Ted. Her eyes meet Bob's in the college cafeteria. He's on the wrestlimg team. His senior year. Wins every match. Strong as an ox. Susan wants him. Knows she'll get him. She dumps Ted as politely as possible and goes after Bob.
She sits next to Bob in chemistry class and slowly pulls her dress up to expose her well shaped thighs. She thrust her chest forward and breaths deeply to make sure he notices her tits. When she flashes her million watt smile he melts.
Half the class is watching. Susan doesn't give a shit. They've seen her brazenly go after a man before and know she always gets what she wants. And she wants Bob.
Bob has a girl friend named Clara. Bob is six feet, Clara is five feet, ten. And she's strong, powerful arms and legs. Has tried to get a women's wrestling team on campus, with no success. So she and Bob wrestle occasionally. He always wins. But he's impressed by her strength.
Clara notices Susan's advances toward Bob and confronts her quickly as Susan sits, reading a book in the corner of the campus.
"Stay away from Bob or I'll whip your ass, you little shit."
Susan calmly puts the book down and breaths deeply to show off her tits.
Clara turns red as a beet. Starts to grab Susan by the throat.
"Please sit down and lets's talk for a few minutes, Clara," says Susan.
Clara pauses for a moment, regains her composure and sits down.
"I've gone after twenty six men on this campus and gotten all of them. Bob will be number twenty seven. You see the way he looks at my tits and ass."
Susan sees Clara is about to try to strangle her. She speaks quickly.
"You want to fight me? No problem. It's the only way you'll keep Bob. You like wrestling. I like boxing. Wrestling is for sissies. All you do is grab each other and try to inflict pain until someone gives up or is thrown out of the ring. No blood is shed."
"My fists will burst your lips, break your nose. Blood wil pour from your face until I deliver a devasting blow to your head that knocks you out. I challenge you to a bare knuckles fight this Saturday. All boxing rules will apply except we will fight in the nude with no gloves."
Clara is puzzled. "Why in the nude?"
Again, Susan flashes her million watt smile, takes a deep breath and pulls her dress up several inches above her knees.
"So you can see what Bob has seen," Clara. And he's seen a lot more than my thighs. I took him into the woods one day and did a strip tease. I was completely naked. I think he's especially turned on by my tits. He cupped my breasts in his hands and stroked my nipples until they were as hard as a rock."
"Then his hands went to my ass and he pulled me close to him. I could feel his erection. I unziped his pants, pulled it out. God, he's huge. It felt so good in me that afternoon. I want more. I'm going to get it. I always do."
Clara is enraged and stunned.
"Bob knows I can out fuck any woman on campus. Saturday afternoon, you'll learn I can out fight any woman on campus."
She scrawls the directions to the gym of a piece of paper, throws is at Clara and walks away.
The next day Nancy sits down beside Clara in the cafeteria.
"She challenged you to a bare knuckles boxing match in the nude, didn't she?"
Clara looks startled. "How did you know?"
"She did the same with me and Ted and like a fool, I accepted."
Clara looks puzzled. "I don't follow you."
Nancy leans close. "Boxing is a brutal sport. But it's also a science, like karate. You're much stronger than Susan. But under boxing rules, you can't use your strength. You can't grab. You can't use you powerful legs for a scissors hold. You can't use your arms for a head lock of choke hold."
"She'll duck every jab you throw. She's good, very good. I ought to know. She'll send her bare knuckles to your face until it's a bloody mess and then she'll knock you out."
Clara thinks for a moment. "What do you suggest?"
"Challenge her to an old fashioned, no holds barred cat fight."
Clara looks at Nancy and smiles.
Fight time. 3:00pm Saturday.
Same gym. Same dressesig rooms. Same referee. Same ring.
The girls take off their robes. Clara tries to act bored looking at Susan's tits and ass. Susan tries to act bored looking at Clara's muscles.
The referee starts into the boxing rules and Clara says, "Stop"
"I beg your parden," says the referee.
Clara looks her in the eye. "Stop. New rules." She glares at Susan.
"I challenge you to an old fashioned "cat fight". No holds barred. We can bite, kick, use our elbows, our knees, our feet, our fingernails, our fists. The bell rings once. The fight continues until someone gives up or is knocked out."
Susan is almost stunned.
"You've said you can out fuck and out fight any woman on campus. Don't know about you're fucking. Have to ask the men about that. But can you handle this kind of fight?"
Susan thinks for a moment. She turns to the referee. "Leave the ring, sound the bell one time and sit down."
The referee turns red. "Susan, this is very unprofessional"
Susan glares at her.
"Do you like working in ths plush gym"
"Yes."
"Then leave the ring, sound the bell one time and sit down, understood?"
The bell sounds.
Clara gathers all the strength in her right leg and sends her foot between Susan's legs and into her pussy.
Susan falls to her knees. She has never felt such pain. Clara slams her to her face, jumps on her back and with her right hand grabs her by the hair and pulls her upper body off the floor. The left fingernails rake deeply into her tits and blood trickles to the ring mat.
The pain between her legs is going away, Susan is enraged by this savage attack on her breasts and she flips over on her back. She sends several punches to Clara's mouth and nose and a final hard right to her head. Blood flows from her mouth and nose, she's dazed, but she quickly recovers and, putting her fists together, tries to pound Susan in the head.
Using her boxing skills, Susan ducks most of the blows, sends a left to Clara's chin and a right to her head. Clara rocks back. Susan's pushes her off and gets to her knees.
Clara quickly wraps her powerful legs around Susan in a scissors grip and at the same time begins to slash her tits again with her fingernails. Susan sends a series of blows to Clara's face, but the pain in her ribs and breasts is so severe her punch loses much of its power. She tries to pull Clara's fingernails from her tits, but the woman is too strong.
"Well if you fuck like you fight, it's no wonder you have to change men every two months."
The remark enrages Susan. She clasp her fists together and pounds Clara in the bridge of the nose. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Clara is stunned. She falls back off Susan and gets to her feet. Susan has a hard flat stomach, but it's no match for the kick Clara sends. Susan doubles over in pain Clara sends another kick and Susan falls to her knees.Clara sends another kick and Susan falls to her back. Clara sits on her stomach , pounding her in the face.
Suddenly Susan sits up and sinks her teeth deeply into Clara's tits. Clara starts to pound her fists into Susan's head, but Susan grabs her by the wrists. Clara's strength breaks the grip, but Susan grabs her again.
The blood flows from Clara's tits as Susan's jaws sink deeper into her flesh. She tries to pound Susan in the face and ribs, but Susan grabs her arms. She wraps her powerful legs around Susan's ribs and tries to break them. Susan reaches behind her and sends her fists into her knee caps. Clara's knees wobble. The scissors grip has lost it's power
Susan is proud of her tit's. It's how she attracts men. Clara's fingernails, ripping at them, drawing blood has enraged her. She will get revenge. Susan's head begins to rock back and forth tearing at the flesh in Clara's tits. Clara pounds Susans face and ribs with her fists. Susan grabs at Clara' wrists, but can only hold then for a few seconds because of the other woman's strength.
Susan holds her grip. The blood is begining to flow from Clara's tits. In desparation she clinches both fists together and pounds at Susan's back, trying to break her spine. The blows hurt, but do not come close to breaking her spine.
Clara tries to claw at Susan's eyes. Susan grips her wrist and this time hangs on. Clara is helpless. Susan is ripping her tits to shreads."Please stop. Oh my God, please stop." she wails.
"Do you surrender?" Susan ask through clinched teeth."
"Yes, I surrender. Just please let go."
"Is Bob mine?"
"Yes, he's yours. Please let go."
Susan stands over Clara's bloody breasts. "Tell your friends you're number twenty seven. Tell them I'm only five feet two, but I can still out fuck and out fight any woman in this college. When I see a man I want, he's mine."
She turns and leaves the ring.
Susan.......................to be continued.