The Roommate Brawl, Part 2
By Madcat
An unlucky male gets caught in between two warring females.


Karen angrily approached me as I wiped away the shame from my total defeat.

"Give me $50 Loser and then get the hell out of here. I never want to see you
again. I can't believe that you kissed her like that." She demanded.

"Like hell I'm going to give you $50. This was all your idea, remember. I'm
the one that should be pissed at you. Getting me to fight your psycho
roommate." I fumed, still wearing just my briefs.

"How was I to know you are such a pussy that you can't even fight a girl. Just
leave." She started to cry.

"I have an idea. Why don't you and Karen spar. The loser can pay me the $50."
Kelly asked in a superior tone.

"I'd love to beat his sorry ass." Karen answered immediately.

"You have to be joking. I'm done fighting girls today." I responded.

"I don't think you are." Kelly said as she put her arm around me. "Think about
it this way. You and Karen are thru. No girl can watch her boyfriend get beat
up and humiliated by another woman. If you run from her now, she will think
you are even weaker. But if you can defeat her then she could just change her
mind. At least she won't see you as weaker than she is. Am I making sense?"

"If I do fight Karen, I want to stay for dinner and talk about tonight's
events. You guys owe me that much." I responded shakily. The thought that
Karen could beat me never crossed my mind. I was 6" taller and 50 lb heavier.
This fight would allow me to prove my manhood against a lesser opponent and
restore some lost pride.

"OK." They responded.

I studied my new opponent as she put on her gloves. For the most part she
still looked like my Karen but I detected a difference. Anger simmered under
her cool exterior. Karen had been bested by Kelly personally, and again thru
me. I would have to be careful.

Karen did not disappoint me. She charged me as soon as the round started and
hit me with a barrage of punches. Fortunately she was too small to do much
damage. I could not bring myself to actually hit her. Instead, I tried to grab
her arms and subdue her with my superior strength. My passive tactics also
yielded few results. I could not get a good grip on this agile girl with the
sparring gloves.

My female opponent's supple young body began to have a predictable effect on
my psyche. This effect had been slow in coming due to Kelly's handiwork
following our battle. But things seemed to intensify in the current conflict.
It didn't help that I wore only a small pair of bikini briefs. More than once
my grouping gloves found her perky little breasts instead of her arms. My mind
began to focus on the things I might do to ex-girlfriend after the match.

Karen came in with her head down and launched a series of body blows. Most of
her punches bounced harmlessly off my torso. I grabbed her under her armpits
and, in an impressive display of male strength, lifted her off the ground.

"Now I got you." I promised.

She responded by kicking me in the nuts. It was a weak shot but more than to
drop me like a sack of potatoes. Karen began to kick me as I writhed in pain
on the ground. Only prompt action by Kelly saved me from a ferocious beating
by pulling the little spitfire away. After a minute, I tried to stand.

"That was below the belt." I complained.

Kelly walked over and helped me to my feet. "You're not wearing any belt. I
don't know why men always insist on a bunch of special rules to protect their
weak spot. So quit whining and get ready for the next round. Karen, this is a
sparring contest not a street brawl. No kicking your opponent when he's down."

I now viewed my ex-girlfriend with a combination of anger and fear. My passive
tactics went out the window along with my earlier arousal. Karen had
demonstrated a capability and willingness to hurt me.

She started the second round with a confident swagger. Her small nipples poked
thru the damp fabric of her muscle shirt. A smile adorned her pretty face. For
the first time today she was enjoying herself, probably in more ways than one.

My first jab wiped the smile away. I started to use my reach advantage to back
her up. The aggressive tactics confused my female opponent. She tried a couple
of desperate kicks to my aching manhood but I blocked those easily. This left
her open to a right cross that connected squarely on her chin. Her knees
buckled and she fell on her pretty little butt. I had won my first round
against these hellcats.

Kelly got the next round started quickly. I came out punching and took
control. My confidence returned as I was able to hit Karen almost at will.
Along with the confidence came a stirring in my damaged loins. I found beating
up this vixen to be very stimulating. A belly punched doubled her up. I
checked my follow up swing and moved in behind her. Staring down at Karen's
beautiful ass, I gabbed her blue shorts and yanked. If I had to fight in my
underwear, so would my opponent.

Karen fell to the ground as I pulled off her shorts. She immediately tried to
rise and I moved in with my fist raised. But I never got the punch off. Kelly
grabbed my hand and twisted it my painfully behind my back.

"I warned you guys no hitting opponents when their down." She said as she
forced me to the ground. "You brought this on yourself." Before I could do
anything, my briefs were down around my ankles and Kelly delivered a nasty
slap to my bare backside. I struggled to get free but could escape her
powerful grasp.

I counted at least ten slaps before Kelly let me up. She refused to give me
back the briefs. I would have to fight the last rounds naked. A wicked grin
lit up Karen's face. She obviously enjoyed the sight of me being stripped
naked and spanked.

Amazingly, Karen had not bothered to replace her blue shorts. She looked
stunning in just the string bikini panties and muscle shirt. Karen and Kelly
conferred on the other side of the room. This had definitely become a battle
of the sexes as the 2 girls collaborated to defeat their male adversary. For
my part, the spanking had done little to rattle my confidence. I had already
been so humiliated by Kelly that the latest incident hardly mattered. All I
needed was one more win.

I advanced into the next round planning to pummel the upstart female and
finish this absurd tournament. Karen had other ideas. She charged me as soon
as I was in striking range. She came in low. My punches glanced off her back.
She tackled me with all the authority of a line backer taking out a
quarterback and she didn't stop there. Before I could resist, she had me on my
back with my arms pinned. Worse, Karen had grape vined my legs and used this
leverage to put painful pressure on my private parts.

"Submit!" she shouted. I tried to throw her off but she just used this as an
excuse to ratchet up the pressure on my loins. A few seconds later, I
announced my surrender. The whole round lasted less than 30 seconds.

Karen proceeded to release her hold and reposition herself on my shoulders
using the same pin that Kelly had.

"Kiss me, like you did Kelly." She commanded. I was stunned by the prissy
Karen. After a month of dating I had not even gotten the chance to explore
these regions with my fingers let alone my mouth. I hesitated, looking for a
way out. This was not what I wanted for my first contact with this beautiful
girl. She did not wait for me to decide. Karen grabbed the back of my head and
forced me to comply with her wishes.

Darkness closed in around me and I could feel her dampness in my mouth. After
my initial shock, I tried to throw her off. I was eventually successful, but
not before she had rubbed herself up and down my face.

After I rolled out from underneath Karen, I glanced over at Kelly hoping to
lodge a complaint over my treatment. She had removed her leotard and now lay
totally nude on the couch pleasuring herself. One hand cupped a breast while
the other worked between her legs. Complaining was out of the question.

"Hey, big boy, you ready for the last round?" Karen shouted to grab my
attention. "Winner takes all."

"Bring it on." I replied with as much confidence as I could muster. The last
round had been a real blow. Karen had bested me so easily. I could not really
come up with a good counter to her last move.

Karen closed on me in a slow and confident manner giving me lots of time to
study luscious body. Incredibly she began to pull off her shirt and drop her
panties as she walked. By the time she arrived on station a couple feet away,
she was totally nude.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked.

"Fantastic." I replied.

"I knew you always wanted to see me naked. In a minute, I'll give you a chance
to see it all up close and personal." Then she rushed me using the same attack
from the last round. Her nude diversion had worked. My addled brain could not
respond to her lightening attack. Before I knew it I was again flat on my back
with her on top.

I tried to grab her waist and throw her off but she clamped on to my wrists
with both hands. In an impressive display of female strength, she bent my arms
backwards toward the ground. I watched in shock and horror as this skinny
little girl pinned my mighty arms. She wasted no time assuming the position
astride my shoulders. For the second time today I looked up at the beautiful
Karen from between her legs.

"I think you lost, honey. Did you ever think your little, defenseless
girlfriend would beat you up and then force you to perform oral sex. Weird,
ain't it?" She said as she slowly lowered herself on to me.

"No, please Karen, it doesn't have to be this way." I responded.

"Which way should it be? Your way? No, lets do it my way this time."

Before I could argue the point my mouth was covered with Karen's flesh.
Thoughts of further resistance vanished from my mind as I complied with
growing enthusiasm to Karen's demands. It didn't take long for Karen to cross
the finish line. Much to my surprise, she turned around and went to work on my
throbbing manhood. I continued my lip lock on her private parts. This time we
crossed the finish line together.

"Are you two love bunnies done yet? Dinner's ready." Kelly told us as we lay
on the carpet.

I stayed for a wonderful spaghetti dinner. We ate, talked and laughed as if
the events of the afternoon had not occurred. Karen seemed especially relaxed
and confident. I marveled at the changes in her. She had become a new woman
that afternoon. The only unusual part of dinner occurred at the end. Karen
told me, not asked, to do the dishes and clean up. Much to my surprise I
obeyed without question.

It was late by the time I finished. Karen sat on the couch reading. She had
changed into big sleeping tee shirt that showed a lot of tanned leg. I began
to feel distant stirrings. She beckoned me over.

"All done." I reported.

"Sit down. I want to talk." She replied.

"Great." I said as I sat down.

"This afternoon was wonderful. I had never enjoyed sex before, at least not
with a boy. I don't want to lose you. Can we continue this relationship based
on what happened this evening?"

"I had fun tonight to in a strange sort of way. But I also feel like a tank
run over me. I can't take anymore beatings, especially not by Kelly."

"That's not what I meant. I want to take charge of our relationship. I never
felt so alive when I forced you to submit to me. Can we continue like this,
see where things end up?" Her hand meanwhile had unzipped my trousers and
began to fondle me.

"OK." I agreed without considering the ramifications. I could not resist her
feminine charms.

She immediately withdrew her hand. "Strip and kneel in front of me."

I obeyed her commands, quivering with excitement. As I knelt in front of
Karen, she spread her legs seductively giving me a clear view between her
legs. She still wore the white panties from this afternoon. Her right hand
slowly made its way down to her pleasure spot. This display of wanton
sexuality transfixed my gaze.

"Kiss my feet." She commanded and I obeyed. Karen quickly began rhythmic
moaning. It didn't take long for her breathing to climax.

I looked up at breathless girl when she finished. It quickly became clear that
she wanted more. She got to her feet and put a foot on my chest. Her leg
forced me over backwards. Karen quickly disrobed and assumed her position on
my shoulders. For the third time today I gazed at her beauty from this
submissive position.

Without out waiting for her command, I buried my face in her pungent, naked
flesh. My duty was clear. She rode me for all she was worth and it took longer
for her to complete her journey this time. Karen then slid down my chest and
impaled herself on my shaft. In an awesome display of sexual stamina, she
started all over again. I finally got what I had been looking for in our
relationship even though I struggled to keep up with Karen's frantic pace. It
was clear who was in charge.

This was just the beginning.