Flashback Fridays
Based on the success of some long running threads like “Finish Her!” and “One Sided Celebrity Fight Stories!” I decided why not start a thread where you can post old fights or reminisce about past conquest. If you have a story you would like to share have at it!
Present Day: Irish & Karen, Kevan and his date had just finished dinner and moved out to the deck overlooking the sandy beach. Irish made sure that everyone had a drink before slipping into his chair next to his girl.
Kevan’s date, looking to make small talk, asked Karen “I had a girl come into the salon today and she said she was a Playmate. Maybe you know her.” Karen looked at her and asked who? “She said she was Playmate of the Year back in 2000 something… I think she said her name was Brande.” Irish and Karen just exchanged a look and a small smile.
“Wait!” Kevan demanded. “I know you two and there has to be a good story behind that look! Spill the beans!” Karen looked over at Irish for his approval. “Go ahead… Tell them about your good friend Brande.” Based on Irish’s sarcasm Kevan got excited. “This has to be good!” he exclaimed.
Flashback: “Back in 2001, Brande had just been named as that year’s Playmate of the Year. As a Playmate myself, I still got invited to all the parties. And the Playmate of the Year party was normally one of the best parties of the year!” Karen definitely had Kevan’s attention as he slid forward, sitting at the edge of his seat.
“During the party Brande acted like she had somehow been proclaimed as Queen of heaven and earth. Throughout the party she would ask for drinks and have been Playmate of the Year myself, I just played along and headed off to refill her glass for her. Besides it gave me the opportunity to flirt with this really cute bartender.” Karen said with a smile as she glanced over at Irish and gave his knee a squeeze. “You were the bartender?” Kevan asked of Irish. He just nodded with an ear to ear grin.
“Anyway, as the party went on, her kind requests turned into not so nice demands. She had a group of friends hanging out with her, other Playmates, who she seemed to be showing off for. By now I had my fill with playing waitress and told her that she should ask one of her friends to get her next drink. I said it as polite as I could with a smile and I turned to walk away from her.”
“I don’t think that I took two steps and I felt a pull on both of the strings of my bikini top. Don’t ask me why, but Hef loved for all the girls to be in heels and bikinis.” “I have a pretty good idea!” Irish added. Karen just gave him a look, shook her head and continued the story. “Anyway I caught the bikini top as it was falling off of me and held it in front of my breast. I turned to face her, still with a smile on my face and asked her if there was a problem.”
“All of her cronies were laughing hysterically so she stepped forward to make sure everyone knew she was in charge. With her index finger she started poking me in the chest with each word she spoke.” “When I tell you to get me a drink! You go get me a fucking drink!” She demanded. “I could tell that she was trying to show off for her friends and establish herself as the Mansion Badass, but I had enough and just slapped her hand away from me.
“You could hear as collective gasp from all her friends as I didn’t back down from her challenge. You could see the rage wash over her face as it turned beat red. She stepped forward again giving me a hard shove to my shoulders.” “Get me my fucking drink!” “She demanded once again.
“I have to say that the shove had a decent amount of power behind it and I stumbled back a step or two. Fucking high heels! Anyway her friends cheered her as I dropped my bikini top and it fell to the ground leaving me topless. At this point a small crowd began to gather around us. I didn’t give a shit if it was her party or not at this point. I recovered and stepping forward and I gave her an even harder shove. I don’t know if it was her heels, or she was just caught by surprise at my defiance, but she wound up on her ass at the feet of her friends, her bikini bottoms slipped down as she skidded across the ground.”
By now Kevan’s mind was racing as he vividly visualized the battle being described to him first hand by one of the combatants. For her part his girlfriend seemed to be pretty interested in the story herself. She glanced over at Karen and tried to picture the lovely brunette topless.
“She stood almost instantly! She was probably more embarrassed than hurt. She pulled her bikini bottoms up and raced at me at full speed. I expected her to give me another shove, trying to reestablish her authority. But I was caught a bit off guard as she barreled into me at full speed. She took my legs right out from under me. The next thing I knew I was flat on my back with her full weight landing on top of me. The shit was about to get real! As I struggled to catch my breath, she grabbed hold of my hair with both hands and started banging my head against the ground.”
“By now I knew that something was up as almost the entire party formed a circle 4 or 5 people deep around the action.” Irish added. “I sprinted from the bar and I got there just in time, pushing my way through the crowd until I had a front row seat. Karen was twice as athletic as Brande and the blonde bitch had her down and was in full attack mode! Come on Karen! I screamed. Brande’s supporters just turned and looked at me like the ending was a forgone conclusion. But I had watched Karen fight dozens of times and I had faith in my girl!” he added with pride.
Karen smiled at her guy, running her hand up his inner thigh. Yes he was getting just as hard as the last time she told the story. Maybe as hard as the actual day of the fight! She thought. “As I was saying…” She continued letting Irish know that this was her story, she turned back towards their guest and picked up where she left off.
“I took as much as I was going to take from this bitch and grabbed hold of her hair as well. With a solid thrust of my hips, and a strong tug of her hair, the bitch tumbled to my right, landing off to the side of me. I wasted no time as I kicked my left leg up and over her and straddled the pushy bitch. She still had a slight grasp of my hair but that quickly ended when I grabbed hold of both of hers arms by the wrist and slammed them down to the ground above her head. Next I intertwined my legs with hers, grapevineing them with my much stronger stems. I then began to do a split, causing her legs to spread painfully. When she cried out in pain it brought a big smile to my face.”
“About this point her friends were looking to come to her aid. Luckily for me there were just as many of my friends in the crowd and nobody was permitted to interfere with our little disagreement. I had her right where I wanted her! I continued my split, forcing her legs further and further apart. Now the cry of pain was an outright scream. I was confident that I had taught the new girl on the block some respect and not to take advantage of her position as PMOY. With her arms pinned above her head the bitch wasn’t going anywhere!”
“I was enjoying the pained expression on her face. Are you sure you want a piece of me? I asked her as I continued to increase the pressure of the split. She struggled to get free, crying out with each flex of my legs. Life was good!”
“I must have missed something. The pained expression on her face faded and started to morph into a smug grin.” “You bet your ass I want a piece of you!” “She screamed. Before I knew what she was up too, she lunged forward with her head and sunk her teeth into my bare breast that was dangling right in front of her face.”
“I was the one screaming now! I tried to keep her pinned to the ground with my full body weight being applied to her wrist. I even tried increasing the split further to cause her as much discomfort as possible, trying to shred her tight leg muscles. But the bitch had sunken her teeth into me and was not letting go!”
“Finally I couldn’t take the pain anymore and I released her wrist and tried prying my tit from her powerful jaw, even clawing at her face. My mighty grapevine weakened and I knew I was in trouble when she pulled both of her legs free. She planted her feet flat on the ground and started thrusting up repeatedly, trying to throw me from the dominant position.”
“As she started to do some real damage to my breast, I thought I might have found a way to pry myself free from her clutches as I raked my nails across her face. This only seemed to anger the new Playmate of the Year and things were about to go from bad to worse for me.”
Kevan and his girl held hands tightly! They shared a mutual love for catfighting and the very descriptive tale being told by Karen had them craving more details of the action. Kevan glanced over at his girl and secretly wondered how she would fair against their lovely host. She was younger than the brunette, but didn’t have a quarter of Karen’s experience. It would still be fun to watch though! He thought.
“As I continued to struggle.” Karen added. “Out of nowhere my head exploded with pain. The bitch threw the hardest punch that I had ever been hit with that smashed directly into my temple. Well I should say that it was the hardest I had ever been hit up until that point. As a wave of nausea washed over me I still tried to pull my tit out of her clenched teeth. Just than a second powerful punch landed in the exact same place as the first punch. I don’t know if the second punch was even harder than the first, or if there was just a cumulative effect with both blows landing within millimeters of each other, but I was in big trouble!”
“As my eyes spun in my head I felt her reach up and grab hold of my hair. The blonde bitch easily tugged me off of her and switched positions, gaining the advantage. I struggled to focus on the blurry form above me. Instinctively I got my hands up in front of my face trying to offer up some type of obstacle as I struggled to regain my senses. With me almost defenseless, her next punch easily parted my two arms, scoring a direct hit to my jaw.”
“I couldn’t believe what I was watching!” Irish added. “This girl wasn’t even in Karen’s class as a fighter. I knew Karen was in big trouble when both her arms fell lifelessly to either side of her head motionless; her beautiful blue eyes fluttered and started to close. Fuck! I screamed… There was a loud cheer from Brande’s friends as Karen’s just stood there with their mouths wide open in stunned silence.”
Irish took over the story at this point for obvious reasons; there was a pretty big gap in Karen’s memory. “Brande slowly stood and I thought it was over. I was trying to push forward, scoop Karen up, and get her the hell out of there. I was being restrained by three guys from security and could get no closer to help. The evil blonde just stomped down on my unconscious girl, digging the heel of her shoe into Karen’s battered breast. To add insult to injury, she struck a double bicep pose and continued to show boat for her friends.” “You never told me that part!” Karen yelled. Irish just gave her an apologetic glance and continued with the story.
“So you think it was over at this point? Right?” Irish asked his dinner guest. Both Kevan and his girl nodded in agreement, Kevan once again eyeing both women up and down. Maybe? He thought to himself picturing his girl on top of a defeated Karen.
“Nope! Not by a long shot!” Irish continued regaining Kevan’s attention. “That evil whore stepped off of Karen and started walking over to where her friends stood. Time for the victor to celebrate? No! The no good bitch just bent down and picked up Karen’s bikini top where it had fallen at the very start of the fight.”
“She walked back over to where Karen lie, just barley starting to show signs of life. She knelt down straddling her once again. She leaned forward and started passing Karen’s bikini top under the space behind her neck, under her head.” What the fuck is she doing now? All of Karen’s friends asked each other. “When she had the bikini top in place, she crossed the strings in front of Karen’s neck and started pulling on both of them with all her might! This was beyond trying to humiliate Karen in front of her friends… She was trying to kill her!”
“Karen looked like somebody just threw a bucket of ice cold water on her! Her body jolted awake and her hands shot to the bikini top trying to pull it away from her neck so she could breathe. By now I was pinned to the ground with a bunch of people sitting on top of me restraining me. I couldn’t believe that these people were content with watching a homicide and did nothing to stop it!”
Kevan looked back and forth between the ladies once more but this time his girlfriend caught him. She just gave him a wink and a silent nod as if to say I think I can! He returned her smile and returned his attention back to the storytellers. Karen once again picked up the story.
“I felt like I was about to take my final breath! Than luckily the flimsy bikini material failed and I was able to clear the remains from my neck and suck in some much needed air. At this point, I think she wanted to return the favor and grabbed hold of both my wrist and pinned them above my head. When I did this to her it was sheer power. When she did it to me I had been weakened by the knockout and the strangulation.” Karen tried to reason with her guest. Sure! Kevan’s girlfriend thought to herself… What excuse would you use when I have you helpless?
“You ready to apologize to me and all of my friends and go get our drinks like a good little bitch? She asked me. Fuck you! I defiantly spat in response. I don’t think she like my answer all that much.” Karen continued. “I couldn’t get my arms to respond to my commands and she easily stacked one hand on top of the other. She was now easily able to keep them pinned in place with one hand, freeing up the other. What came next was a brutal backhanded slap that damn near took all the skin off of the side of my face. Wrong answer! She yelled.”
“Fuck her up! Teach the old bitch a lesson! Her friends yelled on in encouragement. I’m pretty sure that my friends were calling for me to fight back as well, but I was failing them miserably!” “I know I was cheering for you babe!” Irish added to Karen’s story. “I know you were sweetheart.” she responded.
With the two host momentarily distracted with each other, Kevan’s girl leaned in and asked “Who would you be rooting for?” as she grabbed the bulge in his pants. She just seductively licked her lips for his benefit as she envisioned having Karen pinned down herself. Their exchange was completely missed by their host as Karen returned to telling her tale.
“At this point she looked at my tits that were already showing some pretty heavy battle damage. Her evil grin returned and she pulled both my arms down at my sides pinning them in place with her knees. I just laid there praying that she didn’t start throwing punches again. “
“Look at her arms!” Irish interrupted. “Flex for us baby.” Irish insisted. Blushing Karen complied for her guy and struck a double bicep pose for their guest. “Just look at those guns!” He continued. “For the life of me I don’t know how Brande was winning.” Said a very dejected Irish.
I know how! Kevan’s girlfriend thought to herself. Sure the bitch spends a lot of time in the gym. She obviously has a glass jaw and can’t fight worth a shit! Reading her mind, Kevan glanced over at his girl with pride. You would so fuck her up! He thought to himself with a smile.
“Lucky for me.” Karen continued, “She didn’t start pounding on my face. Almost as bad though was when she sunk the nails from both of her hands deep into my breasts and I could do nothing to stop her. I bucked, and I fought with everything I had left, but I just couldn’t throw the bitch off of me. At this point I was screaming in pain as she twisted, pinched, and pulled on my nipples. My tits were a wreck! Shut the bitch up Brande! She is killing my ears! Yelled one of her friends. So she released her grip.”
“I was grateful when she stopped torturing my tits. I had no idea what she was up too when she reached behind herself. The evil smile once again returned to her face as I could feel the strings of my bikini bottoms being pulled. I once again started bucking my hips, trying to throw her off of me, but I barely moved her. The next thing I knew I felt the fabric of the bikini bottoms being dragged across my sex, between my legs. If you missed any of this you would have figured it out by the catcalls and vulgar comments from her cheering section.” Kevan was taking mental notes, burning Karen’s detail description into his brain for later reference.
“I tried to protest, but I don’t think she heard a word that I said. In my current position, I wouldn’t take threats from me very seriously either. Once she had my bikini bottoms in her hand, she sat forward again returning her full body weight to my torso. I thought she was just trying to humiliate me even further as she had done a damn good job up until this point. I had no idea what she planned on doing with the bikini until she grabbed me by the throat with one hand. As I gasped, she shoved my bikini bottoms into my mouth with the other hand. She immediately went to work destroying my tits again. All of her friends cheered again as now my cries and screams were muffled by the material jammed in my mouth.”
Karen looked down with tears welling up in her eyes as she relived the painful night. “And then…” “And then what!” Kevan yelled nearly jumping out of his seat. “What happened next?”
“Kevan!” His girlfriend reprimanded him with vailed concern. She stood and walked over to Karen and gave her a hug as if to comfort her. Her hands lingered for an extra moment as she felt Karen’s muscles and then ran her hands down her arms as she broke the embrace. Damn she seems strong she thought to herself as she patted Karen on the upper arm and returned to her seat next to Kevan. The stupid bitch is laying out the blueprint for me to kick her ass whenever I want to. She looked back over at Kevan with a I so got this look on her face. He once again seemed to read her mind; the two had been together for a long time.
“Excuse me.” Karen said as she stood. “Go ahead and tell them the next part Irish.” She said as she walked back into the house to grab some tissues.
Irish picked up the story once the back door closed. “Apparently she grew tired of destroying Karen’s tits. Either that or one of her cronies gave her an idea to end Karen’s reign as the premier Playboy fighter once and for all. She released Karen’s nipples once more and gave her ravaged tits a savage open handed slap, from both sides, simultaneously. You heard three clear and distinct sounds. The first as her hands blistered the sides of Karen’s tits. The second as her tits slammed together. The final sound, even though Karen was gagged, you clearly heard her scream of anguish.”
“Oh that poor girl!” Kevan’s girlfriend added. “No wonder she didn’t want to talk about it!” “That’s not it…” Irish said. “I didn’t get to the bad part yet.” Kevan and his girlfriend just looked at each other with a Holy Shit! Look on their faces.
“Brande reached behind her back once again. This time without warning she shoved three fingers between Karen’s legs, penetrating her. Karen’s body must have leapt a foot off the ground, but Brande maintained her position of dominance. The crowd was a mix of cheers and gasp depending whose side you were on. The look on Karen’s face broke my heart! There was nothing I could do to help her.”
“Karen struggled bravely, but she couldn’t dislodge the blonde and stop the assault. Soon her exhausted body collapsed back to the ground and her struggles ceased. After another minute or two Karen’s breathing grew faster as Brande took complete control of her body.” “My friends can’t hear you, you dirty little whore! I think we are done with this for now!” Brande said as she pulled the bathing suit out of Karen’s mouth. “You could now hear Karen breathing heavily and starting to moan as Brande fucked her hard with her fingers. The Brande crowd cheered as they now heard that Karen was moments away from climax.”
“Karen’s friends were a beehive of activity. They were trying to come up with the best plan to come to her aid. But the simple facts that stared them in the face was there were far more Brande supporters at this point of the fight. That and the fact that Karen was one of their best fighters and she was in big trouble had them backing down. Discretion is the better part of valor! They tried to reason with themselves as they chose not to act.”
“One of Brande’s sick friends grabbed the mike from the karaoke machine and laid it down right next to Karen’s head. They all had a good laugh as Karen’s moans grew louder and closer together.” “Go ahead bitch! Your mistress will allow you to cum for all these nice people.” Brande could be heard over the loudspeakers. “I’ve got you and you know it! And soon everyone here will know it too!”
“OH! OH! OH! GOD!” “Karen screamed as she shuddered with a massive climax. She fought it for as long as she could, but her body failed her and she collapsed back down on the ground. Brande was all smiles as the last of the shudders washed over Karen’s body and the blonde’s friends cheered.”
“What about an intervention?” Kevan’s girlfriend asked. Both Kevan and Irish looked at her with confused looks on their faces. “A what?” They asked in unison. “An intervention!” She replied. “Hey look, it is clear that Karen is still very pained from the events of that night. We can help her work through her demons with a recreation, like a little role playing. I can be Brande and we will get this out of her system once and for all.”
This girl is a fucking genius! Kevan thought to himself. I love her! “That’s a great idea!” Kevan chimed in. “We can move the living room furniture off to the side and the two girls can act out the fight between Karen and Brande!” He added.
“Hold up!” Irish said raising his hand. “Why don’t you hear the rest of the story before you decide that this is something that you really want to do. And if it is… You can bring it up to Karen as your idea.” The two guests exchanged looks and nodded in approval to Irish. This was going to be a great night! Kevan thought… When the two were satisfied, Irish continued with the story.
“As Karen came, Brande kept her fingers inside her to collect as much of Karen’s cum as possible. Large tears rolled down my girl’s face as she lay there in humiliation. But Brande, that sick bitch wasn’t done yet! When she felt Karen’s body stop pulsating, she withdrew her hand from between Karen’s legs and brought it up to her face. Karen’s eyes were tightly shut so she must have smelt it coming. She opened her eyes just in time to close her mouth, preventing Brande from sticking her gooey fingers into her mouth.”
Kevan’s mind raced ahead as he envisioned his girl, with Karen’s pinned under her, force feeding the Playmate her own love juice. This was going to be some intervention he thought. His girl gave his knee a squeeze to make sure he was still paying attention.
“Brande grew angry when Karen didn’t lick her hand clean as ordered. When she couldn’t get Karen to open her mouth she just wiped her hand in Karen’s hair cleaning it off.” “Make the bitch get our drinks!” One of Brande’s friends yelled. “Yeah I’m thirst!” Shouted another. “Patience ladies! We aren’t done here just yet!” Karen’s heart sank as Brande’s words registered in her tired and beaten head. “How could things possibly get any worse?” She asked herself. Kevan’s girlfriend was thinking the same think as her panties started getting moist. It was now Kevan’s turn to make sure that his girlfriend was still following the story with a gentle squeeze.
“After she wiped what she could off in Karen’s hair, Brande used Karen’s bikini bottom to dry off her hand the rest of the way. The evil blonde knew that Karen and I were a couple. She looked over at me, where I was being held down, and threw the bikini right at me striking me in the face. I took in a deep breath of Karen’s scent not knowing if I would ever smell it again.”
“Turning her anger back to Karen, Brande fired solid punch right to her belly. Karen gasped for air and her legs left the ground. Brande didn’t withdraw her fist right away; she just ground her knuckles as deep as she could into Karen’s belly. Karen’s face changed from an embarrassed red to I’m going to puke green in a heartbeat! My stomach was churning too!”
“Brande lifted her ass off of Karen’s torso but still easily kept Karen’s arms pinned to her side with her legs. The evil blonde than untied her own bikini bottom and tossed it off to the side. There was a kind of electricity in the air as the crowd anticipated what was coming next. Brande slid forward slightly before slamming her ass down onto Karen’s battered breasts. The small amount of air that was left in her lungs left her body with a barely audible puff.”
“Brande leaned forward so her slit was pressed right up against Karen’s chin. As her friends were going nuts, she grabbed Karen by the hair and offered her an ultimatum as she stared down into her gorgeous baby blues. OK bitch! You had your fun. The way I see it you have two choices. Your first option is to stick your tongue out and treat me like your queen. You will then be at my beckon call to get me drinks or whatever menial task I have for someone of your statute here at the mansion. Your second option, if you refuse to do as you’re told, is for me to knock you out cold again. I will then mount that ugly mug of yours and ride you until I explode all over it. When I’m done each of my friends will get their turn to leave you a present on your unconscious face! Choice is yours… What’s it going to be?”
God I hope we have an intervention! Kevan’s girlfriend thought to herself. I so want to take Karen’s face for a long, passionate ride. Her attention was brought back to the here and now as Irish picked up the story again.
“As Brande waited for an answer, Karen went for broke. With all of her remaining strength she bucked once more and shoved as hard as she could with both hands up against Brande’s ass. Karen took advantage of the fact that Brande had slid forward in anticipation of her crowning moment of her Playmate of the Year party. Karen was able to knock her off balance enough to slide out from underneath the blonde gaining her freedom. Karen rolled to her hands and knees and tried to put some distance between her and her tormentor.”
“Brande was really pissed off now! She spun and rose to her knees as she saw where Karen was headed. With a single leap she landed on Karen’s back, knocking her to the ground face first. Pulling Karen’s head back with her right hand, Brande threw her left arm around the front of Karen’s neck. Before Karen knew what happened, Brande locked on the rear naked choke hold.”
“That’s it! I’m done playing! Brande yelled as she rolled over onto her back taking Karen with her. With Karen directly on top of her, she kicked her legs out and around Karen’s waist. My girl was in big trouble when the blonde locked her ankles and started crushing Karen’s midsection.”
“To this day don’t ask me how Karen did it… With Brande choking her out, strapped around her waist, Karen rolled over on her front rising to her knees. Brande strained with all of her might, applying maximum pressure on both holds, but somehow Karen began to rise to her feet. Almost in a panic Brande released the rear choke hold with her right hand and started firing punches into the side of Karen’s head again.” Irish stopped for a moment as he heard the back door open and Karen came back out onto the deck.
Both Kevan and his girl looked at her with new found respect as she took her seat back next to Irish. “What part are you up to?” Karen asked still blotting her eyes with her tissue. “You just stood with Brande still wrapped around you.” Irish responded. “OK, I think I’m good to take it from here.” She said adding a big Thank You and a kiss on his lips.
“As Brande tried choking we out I knew that I had to fight with every last bit of energy that I had left. She had made it perfectly clear to me and everyone else at the mansion what she had in mind for me once she knocked me out. As darkness crept in from the sides of my vision, I reached back and grabbed hold of her hair with both hands. She just laughed at my attempt and taunted me with is that the best you got bitch?”
“Her friends continued to have a good laugh at my expense. I was totally naked and Brande had me well on my way to night-night land. Some of her henchmen could be seen rubbing their crotches in anticipation of the post-fight activities. I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to toss her off of me just by pulling her hair. What I was doing was manipulating her head into just the right position. With time running out for me I made my move!”
“With her head on top of mine, chin in just the right position, I dropped to my knees sending a shock wave up my body. Brande was nearly decapitated when the top of her head made contact with the underside of her chin. The blonde bitch released both holds and dropped on her ass behind me. She was stunned having no idea what had just happened. There was another huge cheer. This time from my girls as hers just stood there in stunned silence.”
“I knew that she wasn’t finished yet and I needed to capitalize on my sudden freedom. I wasn’t moving real fast at this point as I desperately sucked in air, trying to refill my lungs. I made it up to my knees first and then managed to stand still facing away from her. I lifted my leg, bending it at the knee, as high as I could. A quick glance over my shoulder confirmed that she was still in the right position. Before she had a chance to gain her bearings I fired back with a mule kick”
“You should have seen it!” A very proud Irish added. “I thought that Karen had taken her head clear off. Kevan’s eyes were once again focused on Karen. He ran them up and down her fit and toned body. He almost felt like he was there that day back in 2001…
“The bitch flew backwards, coming to rest flat on her back, with her arms splayed over her head. I was running on fumes by this point and dropped to my knees. I knew that I had to end it before she came around and I forced myself to turn and crawl towards where she lay. I took a small bit of pride in the way that she looked. Blood was flowing from her obviously broken nose. I know that I looked like shit at this point, but I was determined to make her look worse!”
“I crawled right up her unmoving body and straddled her. It was my turn to swing away at her after being her punching bag for most of the night. My poor breast hurt like hell as they swung from side to side with each punch I threw. It was then that I realized that the bitch was still wearing her bikini top. I slid off of her and rolled her onto her belly so that I would have access to the strings of her bikini. Two gentle tugs on the strings and the bikini top were free. It took a little effort to pull it out from under her body as her fat fake tits were still in the bra cups.”
“My whole body hurt and I had to make sure that she never had a chance to gain the advantage again. The thought of being knocked out and having all of her friends have their way with me wasn’t high on my list of things to do. With her still on her belly, I used her bikini top to secure her hands behind her back. I than rolled her back over and straddled her once again. Between the restraints and my body weight I was pretty comfortable that she wouldn’t be getting free.”
“That’s pretty bad ass!” Kevan chimed in letting Karen know of his appreciation of not only her fighting skills but her story telling ability. He glanced back and forth between his girl and Karen and was suddenly undecided how well their planned intervention would go. For her part, his girlfriend just gave him the “I said I got this!” Look once again.
“It was now my turn to fuck up her yet untouched tits. I punched them, scratched them, and dug my nails into them just as she had done to me. What gave me the most pleasure was when I tugged and pulled on her nipples. Knowing firsthand how much this hurt I started twisting them like I was trying to pull her tits right off of her body. For some reason she woke up and started screaming when I sunk my teeth into them!” Karen said with an impish grin.
“I guess she could dish out the pain but was not real fond of being on the receiving end of it. I soon had her screaming at the top of her lungs begging me to stop the torment. If it wasn’t for Irish coming over and pulling me off of her I would probably still be paying her back to this day. As I stood I pulled away from Irish for a minute. I stepped forward and stomped down on her belly knocking the wind from her. I couldn’t help myself and demanded that she get me a drink. And you bet your ass she complied!” Karen said wrapped up the story with a smile.
Irish reached over and pulled his girl into a tight embrace. Just as proud of her today as that day back in 2001. He looked over to where Kevan and his girlfriend sat. “Do you guys have any questions for Karen?” He asked with a smile.
