just a heads up, the story has been revised a few times since my last post so there might be some minor inconsistencies in the following chapter. I will be posting a revised and complete version with all completed chapters at a later time on this same post but for now, try to enjoy my minor storytelling abilities.
Chapter4
Lupe finished taping her hands and tested the feel by punching her fist into her opened hand making sure it wasn’t too tight or too loose. She looked across the room at her opponent. As far as she knew this was the first time she had ever met or laid eyes on Cherry but she could tell that the blonde did not like her. Lupe was no stranger to confrontation. It seemed she had been fighting all her life and even though she was not a violent person she was really good at fighting. She had been taught by her mother at a very young age. Her mother never told her where she herself had learned to fight but from an early age Lupe had shown real pugilistic aptitude rarely losing a fight to boys or girls.
As far as she was concerned there was only one fight she had ever lost.
It happened the same day her mother had been picked up by I.C.E and deported. It came at the hands of the daughter of Evelyn Parker, the woman who was directly responsible for her mother’s exile. It was also the only time she had ever seen her mother lose a fight as well, rage swelled in her chest as she saw in her mind’s eye the faces of Evelyn Parker and her cheating spawn Emma.
Both mother and daughter had the same stupid curly red hair and brown eyes. Although just a few inches shorter, Emma had a similar body type as her mother, curvy and big chested except Emma had already surpassed her mother’s double DDs. They were even bigger than Lupe’s at the time. But it had been a year since their last encounter and she was at least one size bigger now.
Going against everything she had ever been taught about not interfering between two warring women, when she had seen her mother and Evelyn Parker locked up throwing haymaker punches at each other with one hand while they had ahold of each other’s hair with the other, she couldn’t help but try and break them up. She had Known Mrs. Parker since she was a little girl and had even been living in her house for the last year while her mother went thru her pregnancy.
But things quickly changed after her brother had been born. Lupe had come to learn that her mother and Mr. Parker had been having an affair for several years with Mr. Parker professing to love her mother and promising to leave his wife which he never did.
But Mrs. Parker was no fool and had found out about the affair. In retaliation for trying to steal her husband Mrs. Parker used her influence and money to have her mother deported but also to take her son.
Feigning ignorance about the affair Mrs. Parker moved Lupe and her mother into their home until her mother had given birth. A week later Lupe overheard Evelyn speaking with someone on the phone about having her mother deported.
After warning her mother they tried to leave but when Concha tried to get her newborn son Evelyn barred her way.
She stood with her hands on her hips and a snarl on her lip. Her curly red hair was tied back in a bouncy bun and she wore a light blue colored designer dress that probably cost more that Concha’s yearly salary. Concha in contrast was wearing a traditional black and white maid’s uniform that Mrs. Parker had insisted she wear probably to demean Concha.
She demanded that Mrs. Parker move out of her way and when Mrs. Parker didn’t, opting instead to stare at her with a bitchy look on her face Concha hit her with Evelyn hitting her right back with no hesitation. Like women possessed they screeched and grabbed each other by the hair and started to swing away punching each other in the face.
Though she knew it was all an act now at the time she had been conflicted, she liked Mrs. Parker she had always been nice to her which is what she suspected was the reason her daughter Emma had so much animosity towards Lupe. Evelyn lavished Lupe with gifts and attention so instead of helping her mother knock the shit out of the woman who was trying to steal her baby brother she had tried to separate them.
That’s when Emma had jumped her from behind. She grabbed Lupe by the hair with her left hand as she struck her in the ribs with her right.
Pain exploded in Lupe’s side but she instinctively rammed her elbow back into Emma’s stomach gaining herself a few seconds to recover.
Both girls recuperated quickly and took a fighters stance facing each other. Lupe had suffered many indignations from Emma ever since they were little girls due to Emma’s jealousy and insecurities. So now she relished at the thought of finally putting the little bitch in her place. There was no longer any reason to hold back, not Mrs. Parkers disapproval or the fear of losing her mothers job.
As Emma circled with her fist raised she had similar thoughts. To her the bitch and her slut daughter that were the cause of all the discourse between her mother and father were finally about to get what they deserved.
It wasn’t enough that Lupe stole her mother’s love and attention or that Concha stole her fathers but when her mother used her considerable influence to get Lupe into the same ivy league school her daughter was attending, the same iv league school where she, in an attempt to win her mother’s approval had joined the boxing team just like her mother had when she had attended was to much.
And in that same tradition she had become the number one ranking amateur boxer in her division. At least she had been number one until Lupe began to attend. When the school coach saw a video of one of Lupe’s many street fights he recruited her and she soon became his favorite pupil. Oh as far as Emma was concerned she had more than her share of hate for Lupe and the time had come to settle up.
Both girls still wore their school girl uniforms with Lupe’s hair up in a ponytail and Emma’s curly red locks tied up into twin tails.
They moved in close and with lightning quick reflexes they exchanged blows moved back and circled again. Once more a quick flurry of punches as they battled back and forth. So great was their shared hatred neither tried to protect themselves, each satisfied for now to freely exchange hard punches and mutually destroy each other.
It’s unclear who turned the fight dirty first but it seemed that they both welcomed it when they started to blast each other in their colossal tits.
Emma screamed when Lupe’s left upper cut knocked her right tit right out of her uniform. The buttons flew in all directions and Lupe couldn’t resist but to try and follow back thru on the same juicy target but Emma blocked her right hook when she tucked in her breast in with her left forearm and countered with a straight right to Lupe’s face stunning her, Emma drops low and moves in to do some tit punishing of her own.
The hard left and right from Emma’s tiny but rock hard fist knock both of Lupe’s giant young knockers free to bounce and giggle back and forth from the red heads solid blows.
Lupe cried out as her firm dark colored breast exploded with pain Emma’s strikes where precise as her punches struck her dead center of her tits the white girl using her dark brown nipple and tea cup sized areolas as a target. but Lupe retaliated with two breast shots of her own to Emma’s giggling tatas.
Behind Lupe her mother and Evelyn exchanged low blows of their own. Back and forth they struck each other’s each sex mounds until Evelyn used a knee to the Hispanics groin to up the ante.
Falling to her knees, Evelyn grabbed Concha by the hair and yanked her head back as she cocked her fist but Concha was no stranger to dirty fighting. As Evelyn yanked her by the hair Concha upper cutted her in her Milfs groin.
It was Evelyn’s turn to sink to the floor and both women know found themselves face to face on their knees. Both cupped their womanhood and leaned forward, forehead to forehead into each other. When they opened their eyes the hate spilled forth like lava from a volcano, first with a rumbling hiss then a massive violent explosion that seared everything in their path. They traded blow after blow to undefended faces and breast. Breast that were now both exposed and starting to bruise and redden as they tried to destroy each other’s massive tit meat. The vicious exchange soon caused Concha’s breast to erupt with milk from her engorged chocolate brown nipple and a punishing and powerful right cross caused the other to also explode with a twin gyser of creamy tit milk.
Concha tried to back away but Evelyn pressed her attack which is what Concha had hoped, she waited for Evelyn’s double jab knowing it would be followed with a right cross to the body, Concha blocked it with her elbow and answered with a right cross of her own followed with a stiff, straight left to Evelyn’s already stinging and tender tit.
She screamed and flew back from the blow as her breast erupted with a spray of milk.
Both women stared at each other, hair disheveled, breast exposed, faces bruised and eyes nearly swollen shut. The violent commotion had finally woken Concha’s son and he cried for his evening feeding. The sound of a crying child caused the mothers instinct in both women to go into over drive and they both began to lactate freely from both swollen tits. Evelyn spit a mouth full of blood towards Concha, landing on the latter’s bruised and carpet burned knees and Concha did likewise, her bloody spit hitting the uppity rich bitch between the tits.
Concha cursed thru clenched teeth “He will always love me puta, nothing you do will ever change that”
“And he will always love my money more you pathetic whore” Evelyn swore back. Both knew that the end was near and one of them would soon be standing over her bloodied and defeated rival.
They lunged forward colliding breast first sending a spray of titty juice in all directions. Locking up they pressed into each other till they blended together, breast, bellies and groin smashed so tightly together that only the contrast in their skin color could tell where one began and the other ended.
They grabbed each other by the hair and again spit into each other’s already bloodied faces. Concurrently they exchanged blows to the head and face with their free hand as they held each other in place by their hair.
After what seemed like an eternity of blow after blow the two women began to slow. Their faces were wrecked, bloody and swollen yet slowly and methodically they kept striking with every ounce of energy they had left until finally, Evelyn went limp. Lupe screamed and struck Evelyn’s nearly unrecognizable face two more time before releasing her hair and letting her fall back on her fat ass.
Exhausted Concha fell on all fours as she struggled to breath but the sound of her son’s cries gave her the strength to rise back up on her knees and heave herself to her feet. She took less than two steps to her sons crib before Evelyn struck her from behind driving her fist into her kidneys and grabbing two handfuls of raven black hair and ramming Concha’s head into the side rail of her baby’s crib nearly half a dozen times before smashing her knee into her tender tits and sore ribs.
Lupe screamed her mother’s name when she saw Evelyn slam her head into the rails of the crib. She had Emma pinned into one of the corners of the room and was working her over, moving from body shots to head blows with lighting speed Emma unable to block all her punches was being worn down. Her defenses failing she got desperate. When Lupe was distracted she reached for a picture frame hanging on the wall to the right of her head.
The photo was of her and her mother and father at one of her first amateur bouts. The wooden frame splintered and the glass shattered against the side of Lupe’s face as a piece of glass cut her forehead.
Blood flowed freely from the small thin cut down her face and into her eyes obscuring her vision. So it was no surprise when she didn’t see Emma’s balled up fist coming or the one after that or the one that finally knocked her lights out.
The last thing she remembered that day was watching from the floor on her back as I.C.E. agents pulled Evelyn off of her mother’s still form.
Lupe couldn’t let her mother go alone and when they had sent her back to Mexico she had followed. They had ended up in Cabo after Concha’s Cousin Marcos; her only Living relative promised to set them up and help them find lucrative work. It turned out his idea for lucrative work was to turn both mother and daughter out but when Concha convinced him with her fist that this was not going to happen Marcos decided to promote them on the underground fight circuit instead.
Though Marcos gouged them for every penny they had managed to save a sizable amount and if she won here tonight not only would they have enough money to go home but to hire an attorney to help fix her mother’s papers and get her baby bother back.
If nothing else Lupe was dead set on evening the score with Emma Parker. And the only thing now standing in her way to her family, going home and her vengeance was this bitch faced blonde that looked at her very much the same way Emma had when her mother would dote on her. The anger welled in her chest again as she breathed in deep and stoked those fires to a white hot intensity and she put her hands up and moved forward to kick some blonde ass.