A few years ago, I had a girlfriend who shared my lifelong interest in catfights. Her name was Suzanne and she was the most incredible woman I’d ever been with. Standing about 5’10” in stocking feet, Suzanne was at that time about 25, with a long lean body, a fashion model’s chest with b-cup breasts, finely sculptured features, and straight dark hair she wore in a shag style with smooth, sleek bangs. And she had the most perfect legs I had ever seen. Long, firm, and perfectly straight, her legs looked gorgeous barefoot or, as I most enjoyed, in black thigh-high stockings. Suzanne was truly a vision of elegance, femininity and sexuality.

That sophisticated beauty belied a fierceness driven by uncompromising competitiveness. Whether at work, playing tennis, swimming or in lovemaking, Suzanne always had to be the best. Which, of course, made her a natural as a confidante in my interest in catfighting. During one of the first times we slept together, she bluntly asked if she was better than any of my previous girlfriends. I told her, quite honestly, she was the best but that I loved the way my former wife, Roberta, used to dress in stockings and garters to really turn me on when we made love. She asked if I had any pictures of Roberta. I told her I did and she surprised me by asking to see them.

I got up and pulled out a couple of pictures I had shot of my ex that I had kept in a private photo album. Both shots were pretty revealing. The first showed her 5’9” medium-build frame in black bra, pantyhose and heels. Her long brown wavy hair hung well below her shoulders, cascading above her ample breasts. Her crystal blue eyes shone under her dark arching eyebrows, penetrating even in a photo. She looked like Sherilyn Fenn from Twin Peaks. The second revealed her without her bra, playfully tugging on her own tiny nipples, a pixyish smile crossing her lips. Suzanne asked why we had broken up and I told her my fantasies exceeded Roberta’s. I had asked for a divorce after only a year of marriage and Roberta had grudgingly agreed, telling me she hoped could one day reconcile.

Suzanne examined each closely and then gave me a little smile, as we sat side by side, naked on the bed. She then immediately got up and changed into a pair of smooth black stockings and garter belt. Returning to the bed, she pushed me down and mounted me, kneeling and wrapping her long legs down my side. She then took the photos of Roberta and placed them on the bed on either side of me. Suzanne then leaned over me and whispered, “I’d love to meet your former wife. I’d love to beat her up and show her who the better woman is. Would you like to see the two of us fight over you?” When I told her it would be the biggest thrill in my life, she proceeded to describe what she would do to Roberta and what she expected my former wife would do to her. We started to slowly make love. Every so often, she would punch one of the photos as she told me how she’d like to punch Roberta’s body. I thought I would die from the excitement of hearing this story while we made love for what seemed like hours.

Our relationship accelerated as Suzanne’s interest into catfighting increased. She would spend hours watching my collection of videotapes, asking what parts I particularly liked. Looking back I think it was at that point that I realized she could possibly be bisexual since her favorite parts usually involved one naked girl laying on top of the other, forcing her into submission through orgasm.

And then one evening over dinner she said she wanted to fight my ex for real, in front of me, so she could enjoy humiliating her in front of me. She said she was going to make it happen. Hell, even if she didn’t, my imagination and her storytelling of the anticipated fight made our lovemaking for the next few weeks the most incredible in my life.

About a month later Suzanne asked if would could spend that Saturday night in. Maybe dress up, have an elegant meal at home, drink martinis and the make love until dawn. I said sure and she asked if I could take some photos of her. I told her I’d load up the camera and maybe borrow a friend’s video camera if she didn’t mind. She gave me a curious look and said that would be great.

I got in late that Saturday afternoon, having to hunt down my friend’s camcorder. Coming into my house, I was amazed to find Roberta sitting on one end of the sofa, Suzanne at the other. My girlfriend jumped up and said, “I hope you don’t mind that I invited Roberta here.” Roberta, got up and coming over to the door said, “Hi there! I guess you don’t know what’s going on here but I am glad to see you. Come have a seat with us.”

“No, honey,” Suzanne interrupted, stepping toward me. “’Why don’t you go upstairs, wash up and put on some nice comfy clothes.” I was speechless but intrigued. Naturally I didn’t argue, racing upstairs to hurriedly wash up and change into some jeans and turtleneck. As I came down the steps, I found both girls sipping martinis with one waiting for me on a table cleverly placed between both girls. Suzanne was the perfect hostess.

“How have you been, Roberta,” I ventured politely as I sat between them and unsteadily reached for my drink. “Oh, fine,” she smiled. She looked great. The couple of years since we’d seen each other had been good to her. She’d put on a couple of pounds, maybe weighing 125 or so. Her hair was rich and dark, her eyes as blue as ever. Much to my delight, she had on a slinky sleeveless white dress that clung to every curve of her body. Cut low, the dress revealed an ample view of her full, 35-C breasts and came down just a few inches below her hips. Her smooth, nylon-clad legs, while not as long or slim as Suzanne’s, were just as shapely if not more so, firm without being too muscular. I had always thought she had the prettiest feet and ankles I’d ever seen, even sexier than Suzanne’s thin, long ankles and feet. Roberta’s arms were bare, revealing biceps that indicated she’d been keeping up her workouts. And her lips were full and pouting, reminding me of many lingering kisses. She looked fantastic.

“I hope you don’t mind that I invited your ex-wife to join us tonight,” Suzanne suddenly said, sliding over to place an arm over my shoulder so both of us now were turned to face Roberta. Suzanne looked sexier than I had ever seen her, also dressed in sheer black stockings, and black stiletto heels that complemented her incredible long legs. Her long pert nipples were articulated prominently beneath the thin fabric of the simple black silk dress that barely covered her firm ass “I was wondering what the woman was like that I replaced,” she said, cattily emphasizing the last word. “Coincidentally, your ‘old lover’ called a couple of weeks ago when you weren’t home and took the liberty of ‘cordially’ inviting her over,” Suzanne said.

“Yeah,” Roberta answered, keeping her eyes locked on Suzanne, obviously wincing at the ‘old flame’ reference. ”She invited me over and said there might be an opportunity for you and me to get back together again. But she wouldn’t tell me much more than that, saying she couldn’t discuss it over the phone. So here I am. What’s up?”

I think she knew. Roberta had been the only other woman in my life in whom I had shared my passion for female combat. But she hadn’t been too interested, saying only she didn’t think she would have any problem defending herself or her man against other women. But I could never get her to do anything about it, even when I would flirt with another girl. Our relationship disintegrated rapidly although our physical attraction to each other never stopped.

But I got the feeling she really didn’t like Suzanne and might even do something about it this evening, particularly if there was some chance doing so would get us back together.

“It’s very simple, Roberta,” Suzanne said as she stood and stepped directly in front of the other woman. “Fight me for your ex-husband. Let’s see who the better woman is. If you win, you can have him. If I win, I keep him and you never call him again or try to see him.”

Much to my surprise – and delight – Roberta took rose slowly and took a step forward so she was right in Suzanne’s face. “You want to fight me for him? Hell, I’d fight you just ‘cause you’re a bitch, making all those snide-ass remarks. Winning my man back will just be frosting on the cake. Go ahead, try something, I’ll throw you out of here by your tits!” Both women were standing with their hands on their hips, ready to spring.

Suzanne backed away a few steps, smiling cagily. “Let’s do this, Roberta. Let’s give the man we both want not just one but three fights. I know he’s been looking forward to seeing two great looking women fight over him his whole life. So let’s give him something he’ll always remember. Unless you’re too afraid of me,” said cooed.

“No, I’m not afraid of you. I’ll fight you any way you want it,” Roberta answered evenly.

“Good,” said Suzanne. “Help me move some of the furniture around so we’ve got some room. Honey, why don’t you get the video camera you borrowed. I want you to have this for posterity.”

As I nervously unpacked the camera, the women moved back the sofas and other furniture, leaving a 20’ x 20’ area in the middle of the living room. We drew all the blinds and drapes, turning up the lights so the camera would capture every movement.

“OK,” Suzanne said when everything was in place, turning to face Roberta. We’re going to have three fights based on Stuart’s likes. In the first one, we’re going to slap each other’s faces until one of us can’t take any more or one of us is slapped out of our heels. We’ll do this in our bras, panties and stockings. The next fight will be a pure catfight. Slapping, hairpulling, wrestling, clothes-tearing, everything but scratching, biting and punching.

“Too bad,” said Roberta putting her fist up, “I’d love to punch your guts in. Maybe knock the wind out of you, watch you crawl on the ground like the bitch you are…”

“”Maybe you’ll have the chance, sweetie,” Suzanne hissed, smiling like a Cheshire cat. “The third fight is a punching fight. Nothing to the face since we both have to keep up appearances. But I’d really enjoy trading punches to the body, let’s see who can take more.”

“Fine,” answered my ex-wife. “This should be fun. Stuart always wanted to see me fight another girl and you’re just the kind of cunt I should have fought when we were together. Let’s get it on, bitch.”

As I turned on the camera, both girls by silent mutual assent pulled their dresses over their heads and threw them to the sofa. “Jewelry, too,” Roberta said. Glaring at each other, both stripped off their watches, rings and all other accessories, placing them gently on a side table. As I turned on the camera, both girls stood to face each other, clad only in their bras, panties, stockings and heels. They drew to within three feet of each other. I positioned myself slightly behind Roberta, a bit to her left.

“Go ahead,” Suzanne challenged, “you take the first slap.”

“Fine,” my ex-wife said. She took a step forward, drew back her right arm, and firmly hit Suzanne across her left cheek. The sound echoed through the room and the muscle behind the smack caught Suzanne by surprise. Her head spun to the right, her fine hair swirling around. I though she was going to go down but steadied herself quickly. “Not bad,” Suzanne said. “Let’s see how you like mine!” “Go ahead,” Roberta spat back. Suzanne steadied her gaze as Roberta closed her eyes and balled her hands into fists, anticipating the blow. The taller girl twisted her lean upper torso and delivered a right-handed slap that spun Roberta’s head to her right, her hair cascading like a wave over her face. “You fucking bitch,” the shorter woman hissed as she righted herself.

Both girls’ right cheeks were already turning crimson. Roberta shot out her left hand, grabbed a handful of Suzanne’s hair, bent her knees to gather momentum, and reaching upward slapped her opponent’s face again with her right. Suzanne couldn’t move her head with Roberta’s hand buried in her hair, succumbing to the blow with an “unnhh” as Roberta’s palm flattened itself against her cheek. She started to falter but grabbed Roberta’s long brown hair in her left fist, again twisting her body and unleashing an incredible smack to my ex-wife’s face and mouth. Roberta tripped backward three steps, and then suddenly fell to one knee, almost at my side.

Suzanne was grinning devilishly, almost literally smelling blood as Roberta brought her left across her lower lip and wiped away a trickle of red. “C’mon,” Suzanne screamed, “Hit me! Hit me back, you bitch!” She was truly enjoying the violence of this match. Roberta slowly gathered herself to her full height, stepping forward so she was inches from her rival. Suzanne stood there glaring at Roberta, holding her arms straight down by sheer will, the muscles in her nylon-clad thighs and tendons in her feet tensing visibly to absorb the shock of the blow she knew was coming.

Roberta did not disappoint. Twisting her entire body like a corkscrew, she drew her right arm and palm all the way behind her head, her bicep bulging. Suddenly she lunged forward like a pitcher delivering a fastball as she threw her slap. The blow hit Suzanne hard, as I saw the force behind it reverberating through Roberta’s body, sending ripples rolling across the firm mounds of her ass and upper thighs. Suzanne’s right cheek accepted the brunt of the slap but the fleshy part of Roberta’s hand continued harshly across the taller woman’s mouth and nose, causing my girlfriend to cry out in real pain.

With her eyes closed from the force of the blow, Suzanne staggered back across the room, tripping over herself as she fell backward out of her heels. She tripped, landing flat on her back, her head hitting the carpet with a soft thud, dazing her. Roberta kicked off her shoes and raced over, quickly climbing on top of Suzanne’s chest in a schoolgirl position and slapping the fallen woman’s face wildly with rights and lefts. Suzanne’s long legs and stockinged feet were thrashing wildly in the air with her hands slapping futilely at Roberta. I positioned the camera at floor level, catching Roberta’s back, stockinged soles of her feet and falling arms, my ex-wife attacking my girlfriend who I thought couldn’t be defeated.

But I couldn’t let it continue too long. Turning the camera off and setting it down gingerly, I grabbed Roberta by the shoulders and pulled her off Suzanne, both girls kicking at each other as they were dragged apart. “See, that’s what a real woman fights like,” Roberta spat at Suzanne, who was sitting up by now.

I led Roberta to the sofa in the corner of the room and poured a glass of water for her. As she gulped it, streams of water poured from the corners of her mouth, forming streaks of water that merged with the sweat on her chest. It was rolling down into her heaving cleavage, into those breasts with the tiny nipples I remembered so vividly.

I shook my head to break the reverie, turning my attention back to Suzanne, who by now had gotten up and was rubbing her right cheek as she sat on the opposite sofa. I got her some water but she angrily said, “No, bring me a fresh martini.” I poured one and brought it to her. “Are you OK,” I asked. “Yeah. But now I’m going to teach that bitch a lesson. She may have won the first round but watch what happens now.” I could see the fire burning in her eyes.

“I’m ready, slut, any time you are,” Roberta challenged from across the room. “Catfight, right?”

“Right. And anything goes except punching, scratching and biting. Or do you want to try those dirty tactics too?” Suzanne hissed.

“I didn’t use dirty tactics. I slapped you down fair and square and you fell out of your shoes. I won, you lost. And you’re going to lose the catfight, too,” Roberta said as she slipped her heels back and moved to the center of the room.

“Yeah, right,” Suzanne answered as she reached for her heels and strode across the room. “Let’s fight, let’s really fight now,” she challenged as she raised her arms with her fingers extended.

Roberta moved close in, also raising her arms while bending her knees slightly. The two women began to slowly move in a circle, each hurling insults while waiting to make the first strike.

“I’m going to give you some pain, Roberta,” Suzanne taunted. “You’re going to wish you were never born.”

“Well then, come on, honey, show me what you’re going to do, c’mon, let’s really fight, you want to fight don’t you, let’s see something,” Roberta teased back.

Suddenly Suzanne lunged at Roberta, grabbing two handfuls of hair. Roberta grabbed Suzanne’s hair and the fight was on. Each girl was yanking the other as hard as possible, their bodies now nearly touching as they careened around the room. Cries and shrieks now filled the room as each girl refused to give an inch. The battle see-sawed as first Suzanne would push Roberta backward and then the smaller women would force Suzanne to backpedal. But with furious exertion, Suzanne threw Roberta to the side and both girls fell to the carpet in a heap. With their hands still entwined in each others’ hair, their bodies became a jumble of legs and arms, first one on top and then the other as they rolled across the carpet. Neither was gaining the advantage.

Desperate, Suzanne used every ounce of strength and managed to strap her long legs around Roberta’s and wriggle on top. Quickly she grabbed Roberta’s bra with both hands and tugged on it until it tore free. The bad news was the momentum carried Suzanne backward off the other girl, the bra still in her hands. Roberta sprang to her feet, and leapt at Suzanne, landing on top of her with the full weight of her body. The impact knocked the wind out of my girlfriend, leaving Roberta free to pull off Suzanne’s bra and angrily throw it to the side.

Much to my surprise, Roberta then smacked Suzanne in the face and leap to her feet. “C’mon, you skinny witch,” she said, “get up and face me like a woman. I want to fight you tit to tit!”

“I’ll fight you tit to tit, Roberta,” Suzanne yelled, jumping to her feet. “Take off your shoes,” she commanded. Roberta reached down, keeping her eyes on her foe, quickly slipping off her heels and throwing them to the side. Suzanne did the same and the two moved quickly toward each other, ready to fight using only their breasts. Roberta put her arms behind her, clasping her hands together. Suzanne followed suit. Both women were breathing heavily, either from the exertion or from the anticipation of using their tits as weapons. Either way, I was loving it.

Roberta glared at Suzanne and said, “Come on, Suzanne, let’s do it.” Suzanne spat back, “No problem, my tits will out-do your tits any day!” “Well, come one then, honey, let’s see what those great tits of your can do,” Roberta responded. Suzanne challenged, advancing until she was right in front of Roberta, “Oh, you’re gonna love what my tits can do to you!” I remembered how interested Suzanne had been in my video tapes when the women fought breast-to-breast. Now she was going to have her chance to see how well she would do.

Suzanne pushed her chest forward and twisted from right to left, so her long hard nipples brushed roughly against Roberta’s. Standing on her toes, which elongated her already gorgeous legs, the smaller woman also began twisting back and forth so her smaller but harder nipples thrashed against Suzanne’s. As they fought, they moved so close that their legs were touching. Now as they swayed, the sound of nylon on nylon punctuated the fight. To get even closer, the girls moved into a kind of scissors position, Roberta’s left leg to the side of Suzanne’s right, her right leg in between Suzanne’s. The insults being hurled was replaced by the “whish, whish” of their legs rubbing against each others’, and soft moans coming from Suzanne’s lips as she smashed her naked breasts against by ex-wife’s. Neither girls was gaining an advantage but the sexuality of the competition was starting the show on both girl’s faces.

As if by mutual assent, both girls freed their hands, each using their left to grab the other girl’s hair and their right to grab the other girl’s breast. Suzanne was squeezing Roberta’s left tit with all her might while her foe used her thumb and first knuckle to form a vice around Suzanne’s right nipple. Both girls were sweating profusely now. Suzanne and Roberta were glaring at each other as I positioned the camera between their bellies and pointed it upward to capture both the ferocious breast fighting as well as the intensity on their faces.

But Roberta was weakening, her screams becoming louder and louder as Suzanne somehow withstood her nipple being tortured while continuing to squeeze Roberta’s tit with everything she had. Slowly, Roberta began to go down on her knees. As she got closer to the ground, however, she saw the look on my face and somehow got her second wind. I heard her whisper through clenched teeth, “I’m not going to let her beat me honey!”

And slowly, inch by inch, the proud woman managed to rise up again until she was again face to face with Suzanne. Suzanne’s disappointment was obvious. And the pain on her nipple was becoming too much to bear. Suddenly my girlfriend grabbed Roberta by the wrist, wrenching the hand free from her throbbing nipple. Roberta immediately grabbed Suzanne’s breast torturing hand, so the two were now locked in a test of strength with their arms rising above their heads. I stood back with my camera to capture the entire vision of two beautiful women straining with everything they had against each other. Every muscle in their arms stood out, their legs stretched to the limits as they formed an inverted “V.” Sweat began to pour from both women’s chests and underarms, making this surreal scene even sexier. Grunts and groans sounded as sensual as anything I’d ever heard.

But Suzanne’s height advantage was too much for Roberta. Suzanne began to bear down on my ex till she had forced Roberta’s arms to her sides. And then Suzanne suddenly ran forward, smashing her upper body against Roberta’s, the sound of their breasts and bellies hitting together creating a loud “smack”. Roberta went down on her knees but with Suzanne still clutching her hands above the fallen girl’s head.

Not content with winning, Suzanne wanted humiliation. Bending Roberta’s arms further back, Suzanne stepped forward until her pussy was inches from Roberta’s face. “Lick it, bitch,” Suzanne commanded. “Come on, stick that tongue out and pleasure me.” “No, I won’t,” Roberta spat back even though she was completely out of energy. “OK, let’s see how you like this!” Suzanne pushed Roberta on her back, still keeping her opponent’s arms outstretched until she got Roberta in a grapevine. Using one hand to keep Roberta’s hands pinned, she reached down with her free hand and tore off Roberta’s black silk panties. And then pulled off her own. Now my two combatants were naked except for their nylons. Roberta was screaming but Suzanne pushed down with her full weight until the girls were nipple to nipple, pussy-to-pussy. And then Suzanne began to move her hips around, like she had down with me so many nights. She was incredibly skilled and able to give herself an orgasm just by sliding her vagina around or on any object. And she was doing just that, now. Roberta couldn’t move with the bigger girl on top of her. Suddenly Suzanne reached down and began to finger Roberta. “Stop it, you cunt,” she began to wail. “No, I’m not going to stop it, I’m going to humiliate you right in front of Stuart,” Suzanne hissed into Roberta’s ear.

Faster and faster Suzanne’s skilled fingers began to overwhelm Roberta and the brunette gave in entirely to the victor of this fight, my Suzanne. My ex-wife’s orgasm shook her entire body, her moans developing into a full scream. Roberta collapsed suddenly, the breath leaving her body in a throaty sigh.

But Suzanne hadn’t yet been satisfied. Sliding up the exhausted Roberta, Camel sat on the other girl’s throat and began to play with herself with one hand, the other gently rhythmically slapping Roberta’s face from side to side. Roberta was nearly unconscious but Suzanne’s motions began to increase in pitch and fervor. The faster she fingered herself, the faster the slaps became. The sounds of a moist pussy being massaged by long, elegant fingers coincided with the “smack” of a beautiful face being slapped. As she approached orgasm, Suzanne arched her pelvis over Roberta and let the juices fall onto Roberta’s face and mouth as her orgasm shook her entire lean body. Climaxing, she fell forward, her vagina landing squarely on Roberta’s face. She was out cold. After a moment, Roberta pushed Suzanne off her, the larger girl landing with a thud beside her. And then Roberta passed out, a victim of exhaustion, frustration and humiliation.

I was woozy too and fell back into the sofa across the room, letting the camera slide from my hands. But as I thought about what was on it, I started replaying the fight, watching through the monitor. It was as incredible as I had imagined. Every moment of the fight caught perfectly. My pants and shorts had to come off. As they slid off my legs, I began massage my rock-hard erection, first watching the video monitor and then letting my eyes gaze on the naked women lying across the room who had actually fought over me. I came suddenly and violently and I let the camera slide from my hands. I must have passed out, thinking about two women and the incredible video I would watch for the rest of my life.

But which girl would be watching with me?

I awoke some time later with a start, and looked down with obvious delight. Roberta had obviously woken up and was now kneeling between my legs, licking my penis gently into another erection. God it felt good, as her hand slid up my thigh, massaging my balls. I just closed my eyes and though about being taken care by this great woman who had just fought for me.

I was just about to orgasm again when I felt Roberta’s lips quickly slide off my erection. I opened my eyes to see Suzanne standing over Roberta, her left hand buried in the long-haired brunette’s tresses. “God damn you, you bitch!” she spat. “How dare you try to have sex with my man when my back’s turned! Now I’m going to teach you once and for all who’s the better woman. I’m going to kill you with my fists.”

“Go ahead and try, you skinny, flat-chested piece of shit,” Roberta managed to say through clenched teeth. Now I’m going to finish you off – and then I’m going to finish what I started with my man.”

Suzanne really was pulling hard on Roberta’s hair and literally yanked the other girl to her feet. Roberta grabbed Suzanne by the hair with her left hand and pumped her right fist into Suzanne’s belly. Suzanne let out an “oomph” and took a step backward, but neither girl let loose of the other’s hair. This was truly going to a brutal way to end the fight and determine the winner.

“C’mon, Suzanne, can’t you take it,” Roberta grinned. She was sort of swaying in front of Suzanne, waiting to hit her again. But the tall brunette surprised her by dashing forward and burying her right fist into Roberta’s left tit. “Awwwhhh,” she yelped, instinctively using her free hand to grasp the breast Suzanne had already hurt in the catfight. Suzanne looked over at me with fire in her eyes, saying, “Watch this, honey, I’m going to punch her till she can’t breath anymore!” She waived her fist in Roberta’s face, still clenching Roberta’s hair with her left hand, taunting the other girl to take some more.

She didn’t have to wait long, Without warning Roberta swung her right arm upward, catching Suzanne in the lower abdomen with the full weight of her body. Suzanne staggered backward and would have fallen if Roberta hadn’t still had a firm hold of her taller opponent’s short dark hair. Suzanne’s eyes looked glassy but her hand still had hold of Roberta’s dark tresses. With a sudden shriek, Suzanne again lunged forward, slugging Roberta flush on her left nipple, smashing her breast flat. But the blow only made Roberta madder and she immediately reacted by throwing a roundhouse punch to Suzanne’s right tit. Over and over the girls began to trade blows, first one throwing a left to the belly, then the other girl would punch the other’s breasts. But both knew this was the decisive round and neither wanted to lose. Slugging for all they were worth, the two refused to let go of the other’s hair as she punched, making them careen around the room madly as they fought. And they didn’t seem to be getting fatigued, just madder.

But Roberta wanted to end this as soon as possible. Like Suzanne, her breasts and belly were aching and the sweat was pouring from her forehead, running over her bare tits down her bruised belly down between her legs and onto the carpet. Both girls were panting heavily.

“OK bitch, this is it,” Roberta hissed, as she threw her entire body behind a roundhouse punch to Suzanne face, catching the taller girl right in the mouth. Screaming in pain, Suzanne staggered backward as Roberta let go of her hair. Suzanne crashed to the floor on her back, covering her mouth with both hands. I watched as she rolled over on her side, her body shaking with sobs. Roberta strode over and victoriously stepped over the fallen girl, placing her legs on either side of Suzanne’s hips. Brushing a tangle of matted hair from her face, Roberta kicked Suzanne on her back with her bare foot, daring my girlfriend to get up. “Stand up, Suzanne, fight me – I want more of you,” she screamed. But Suzanne just rolled over on her back, still massaging her swollen lips.

“You fucking cunt,” she hissed, “you weren’t supposed to hit me in the face.” “Well, I do whatever it takes to win,” Roberta snarled. Suzanne slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position, her long legs straight out under Roberta. “Well, you fought dirty, cunt,” my ex-wife said. “I don’t care, I told you I’d do anything to…”

But the rest of her words never made it past her mouth as Suzanne suddenly drew in and then lashed out with her foot, the heel catching Roberta squarely in the cunt. “I’ll teach you to punch me in the face,” Suzanne screamed. She leapt to her feet as Roberta doubled over, her hands covering her aching crotch. Suzanne kicked out again with her beautiful right leg, bashing Roberta right across her tits. The auburn-haired beauty collapsed face down in a kneeling position, groaning loudly as her hands flew to her chest. “Cunt!” Suzanne screamed again, flailing this time with her let foot, catching Roberta right in the face. “Awwwhhh,” Roberta wailed, raising her hands to protect her face. But with another kick, Suzanne’s stockinged right heel caught her foe squarely in the ribs, knocking Roberta flat on her back.

In a heartbeat Suzanne jumped on Roberta’s chest in a schoolgirl pin and began punching her in the face, right, left, right, left. Roberta was crying in pain, screaming, “Stop it, I give, I give, you can have him!”

Suzanne stopped punching the beaten women. But instead of getting off her, she looked over her shoulder and said to me lustily, “Honey, come over here and fuck me, baby. I want you to fuck me on top of your beaten ex-wife. I want it baby, right now. And I want her to see it all.”

“No, don’t,” Roberta was moaning. But Suzanne was holding the other girl’s arms out straight above her head so she couldn’t move. Quickly putting the still-running camera on a table at just the right angle, I ran over and mounted her from behind as she arched her pelvis upward to receive me. She was dripping wet and felt fantastic. I began to massage her nipples with my hands. Roberta was moaning softly from below Suzanne. Suddenly, perhaps to satisfy the cruelest side of her personality, Suzanne took my penis out of her and put in Roberta. “Go on honey, give her a couple of thrusts so she can see what she’s missing.” And she let me fuck my ex-wife for a couple of minutes, just as a taunting, before she grabbed me and put me back inside her just as Roberta was starting to come. I couldn’t take much more and came like I’d never come before. Suzanne came at the same time and just at the peak of her orgasm, grabbed one of Roberta’s nipples with one hand while driving the other deep into her opponent’s pussy, furiously driving Roberta to orgasm. We collapsed together in a heap, Roberta out cold.

Months later Suzanne left me for another guy. I missed her for a while but find as time passes that the longing for her is fading fast. Besides, I’ll always have the tape to remember her by.

Maybe someday I’ll even invite her over – to meet my new girlfriend Karen.