Susan3 by Tom Adams

Susan has great sex and a great fight in a most bizarre manner.

And speaking of hunks, Ted and Bob are small game when compared to the men's bastketball coach. Every girl at the college has a crush on him. No, "crush" doesn't quite fit the situation. "Madly in love" is a more accurate description.

He appears to be deeply in love with his wife and dedicated to her and their two children. Of course, a little thing like that will not slow a girl like Susan down, not one mile an hour. The important thing is that coach Jim Anderson is only thirty two years old, six-two, thick blond hair, strong jaw line, broad shoulders, narrow waist, tight butt and muscular arms and legs.

Susan seems to think that being a cheerleader gives her some type of visitation rights to the men's locker room and will occasionally peek in the door looking for her next victim. When you're running through men at warp speed you've got to be recruiting, constantly. Always looking for the next hunk and an angry girl friend to challenge to a fight.

Sex and fighting. These are the driving forces in Susan's life. Take away that and she's, well, just another cheerleader.

One day she's wandering by the men's locker room door, glances in and gets a full frontal view of a naked coach Jim Anderson. It's almost like he's waiting for her. He smiles and makes no attempt to wrap a towel around himself. The man is extremely well endowed and Susan's beautiful eyes open wide as her blood pressure shoots up at least twenty points. Finally, coach Anderson wraps a towel around himself and walks out of view.

Bob does a quick fade out and she puts a full court press on coach Anderson. She decides challenging a coach's wife to a fight would be too delicate, even for her, and decides to skip that part. But other things, like the "walk in the woods" and "showing her body" are definitely on the agenda.

She has a few very informal lunches with him in the school cafeteria, as part of her "cheerleader duties" of course. And she stops by his office for chats, but not enough times to make anyone but half the student body really suspicious. It's during a chat that he mentions his wife and kids will be out of town for the weekend. Susan is frantically trying to think of a reason for a walk in the woods when, to her amazement and relief, coach Anderson thinks of one.

"Susan, my wife Jill and the kids and I had a picnic planned for this Saturday afternoon when she was unexpectedly called out of town.She took the children with her. Would you like to take their place? I hate to see all that food go to waste? Susan, of course, eagerly accepts the invitation.

It's a beautiful spring afternoon. Susan is wearing the shortest, sleeveless dress she has to show off the new muscle tone in her legs, arms and shoulders. She's done some mild weight lifting since the fight with Bob's muscular girl friend. Her legs were attractive. Now they're absolutely beautiful. There is a light ripple of muscle in her calves and thighs as she walks. The dress is tight across the chest area where the weights have caused her tits to rise higher and firmer. In other words, she's just about as sexy as they come.

Coach Anderson, who at six-two is a foot taller than Susan , is dressed in shorts and Tshirt that show off his muscular arms and legs. They're both wearing sandals. They arrive at the picnic area and Susan wonders if she should wait until after they eat to "show her body". She's never had much patience and decides to do it now.

Jim Anderson has his back to her, unpacking the lunch.

Jim, "I'd like to show you something." She's never called him by his first name before. It has always been "coach" or "coach Anderson or "Mr. Anderson."

Jim turns around. Susan slips out of her sandals, slowly unbuttons her dress and lets it fall to the ground. She's not wearing panties or bra. Jim admires her nude body them slips out of his sandals, shorts and Tshirt. He's not wearing any underwear. He bends down and runs his hands over Susan's tits, gently biting her firm nipples. As he does so he develops a huge erection. Susan rubs it gently and they fall to the ground and make love the rest of the afternoon.

As the sun begins to set, they grab a light snack and head back to the campus. Susan is exhausted from her encounter with Jim's body and quickly falls asleep.

Susan is sitting under a tree, reading, Monday afternoon when she sees Ms. Liz Anderson, the coach's wife approaching. She's six feet tall, almost Jim's height. She's an attractive woman, almost a taller version of Susan. Natural blond hair, blue eyes, good muscle tone in her legs, arms and shoulders, a flat stomach and prominant breasts.

Susan's pulse shoots up. She's found out about us already. But she's smiling as she sits beside Susan, insist on being called Liz and strikes up a conversation. It's small talk at first, then things get serious. The funny thing is, Liz is still smiling and pleasant as she talks.

"I have this fetish," Susan. "I like to hide and watch Jim fuck other women. I like to watch their muscles strain as they reach orgasm after orgasm. And you were great, fantastic, not quite as good as me, but I've had more experience. We try to pick people, like you, who seem to live for sex. By the time you're my age, you'll be even better than I am now."

Susan is speachless, her breathing very shallow.

There is a slight pause as Liz looks off into nowhere in particular.

"Jim has a fetish also," Susan. He likes to see me fight the women he's fucked. And we picked you because we've heard you also live to fight. We understand you're a pretty good amateur boxer. But most important you seem to really enjoy beating the shit out of other women. Well so do I," Susan. "And I'm very good. One hundred ten fights, all victories. I want to fight you Susan. And Jim wants to see you fight me. He wants it very badly, says you can whip my ass."

"You sure picked the right person for your fetishes," Liz. "I do live to fuck and fight. Of course I'll fight you. And Jim's right. I'll whip your ass."

Liz laughs.

"Where do you want to fight?" ask Susan.

"Same place you fucked, the clearing in the woods."

"When?"

"This Saturday afternoon."

"Any rules?" Liz.

Liz laughs again.

"No rules, absolutely anything goes. Except for one thing. You can only use your body. No hitting with a tree limb, throwing dirt in someones eyes, that type thing."

"Will Jim, like you, be hiding"

"Hell no," Susan. "He'll be in plain view, completely naked with a huge erection. He likes to pretend that's why we're fighting, so the winner can have him and his erection for the rest of the day."

Susan stares into her opponent's eyes. "Maybe that is why we're fighting, Liz." She quickly gets up and walks away. "See you Saturday," Liz, she calls over her shoulder.

It's Saturday. 3:00pm in the clearing in the woods. Jim, Liz and Susan are nude. Liz and Susan look a lot alike. Firm, slightly muscular arms and legs, hard, flat stomachs. Just one major difference. Liz is 10 inches taller than Susan. How is she going to use her boxing skills when she can barely reach her opponent's face with her fists?

I'll think of something.

Jim is standing to one side, stroking his large erection which Susan finds arousing and also somewhat bizarre. She decides the whole situation is bizarre and starts to leave, but Liz's body, the thrill of a fight holds here there. Jim fades from the picture. It's Liz and her. And she still thinks, in spite of the ten inch height difference, she can whip her ass.

It's Liz's hard, flat gut. It's just below shoulder height. Susan has spent a lot of time at the gym, pounding on the punching bags and she turns Liz stomach into one throwing her shoulders and arms into a series of punches. Liz bends over from the punches and this brings her face into striking range. Susan bloodies her nose and lips.

"Told you I'd whip your ass," Liz. "I may be short, but I'm tough as nails."

Now Liz uses her height advantage. She stands up straight, clasp her fist together and sends a crashing blow down into Susan's forehead. Susan is staggered for a moment, but quickly resumes the punches to Liz's gut. Liz stands up straight again, the next pile driver slams into Susan's tits.

Susan's hands drop to her sides in pain, but she quickly reaches up and sinks her fingernails into Liz's tits and yanks down doubling her body over. Susan releases her grip on the tits and starts pounding away at Liz's face again. More blood comes from her mouth and nose. Susan's boxing skills seem to be getting the upper hand.

Liz is not through yet. She doubles up one of her long legs and sends a foot into Susan's stomach. Susan winds up on the ground with Liz kicking her in the face, the ribs and tits. Susan manages to get to her feet just as Liz's powerful legs wrap around her neck. Susan can hardly breath as she slams a fist into Liz's pussy.

Both women are feeling real pain now. Liz sends a crashing open hand down and slaps Susan in the breasts. Susan sends a hard punch to Liz's tits. They both kick each other in the pussy again. It's all offense, no defense. It's beginning to look like the woman who can take the most punishment will win.

Susan has an idea. She circles behind Liz, leaps up, grabs her in a choke hold and bends her over backward. Liz responds with a series of elbows to the ribs and Susan has to let go. Both women start ripping at each other's tits with their sharp fingernails and blood flows to the ground. They are both wobbly on their feet. Which can last the longest.

Susan has an idea. She kicks Liz in the pussy again causing her to drop to her knees. Liz starts to get up to return the kick, but before she can, Susan goes behind her and wraps her legs around her neck in a choke hold. But this time she grabs Liz's wrists so she can't send her elbows to the ribs or slam her fist into her kneecaps.

Liz tries to break free with her hands, but Susan holds tight. Liz is having trouble breathing. She has told Susan this is againt the one rule, using something other than your own body as a weapon, and she she slams her into a tree trunk again and again. This leaves a lot of small cuts and large bruises on Susan's arms, shoulders and back.

Liz is fighting for each breath, but she smiles as she sees a large briar bush. She rakes Susan's back across it and blood trickles from the deep gashes. Susan tightens her legs around Liz's throat and grips her wrists tighter, digging her fingernails into them. Liz tries to free her hands to fight back. It's no use. She sinks slowly to her hands almost unconscious.

"Oh no you don't, you fucking bitch, stay conscious a little longer. I'm not through with you yet," Susan whispers into Liz's ear. She releases the choke hold and her grip on Liz's wrists and kicks and knees her in the ribs. She can feel her opponent's ribs crack. Liz rolls over on her back and Susan jumps on her stomach and slams her fists into Liz's face until it's a bloody mess.

Susan lets Liz get up, stagger to her car and drive away. Then she turns to Jim and his huge erection. She hates his guts for setting her up like this. But her sex drive needs to be satisfied. She decides to have the best of both worlds. Great sex and completely humiliate him. She takes his erection in her hands, falls to the ground and guides him into her.

Her hips rise and fall as she meets his thrust, has several orgasms and then takes a rest for about five minutes. It's not like last Saturday when the pace was much slower, the rest between orgasms longer, permitting them to make love all afternoon.

The guides Jim into her again, noticing his erection is not as large. She graps his ass and pulls him deeply into her. Her hips rise and fall quicker as she tenses the muscles in her thighs and butt to help push her to another group of orgasms. She takes another quick rest. Jim's erection is almost limp.

Susan pulls what's left of him into her and grinds away still more orgasms. She can feel Jim inside her. He's completely limp. But he's still large enough for Susan to wrap her arms and legs around him, holding him tightly as she reaches another climax. Jim is completely exhausted. He just hangs on, his arms and legs almost as limp as his erection.

Susan pushes him off her and drives her fists into his nose and lips. He's too weak to respond as the blood flows down his face. She kicks him in the balls and slams her knees into him until his ribs start to crack. The side of his body is covered with bruises. Half of his ribs are totally shattered. He can feel them puncture his internal organs. She's on his chest again, pounding his face until it's almost unrecognizable.

Susan stands over him with her hands on her hips. She's breathing deeply. Her eyes are filled with hate. But her voice is calm.

"No man out fucks me. No woman out fights me." She smiles. "Next time, Jim, I suggest you and Liz pick your victim more carefully."

Susan puts on her sandles and dress, gets in her car and drives away.

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