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« Last post by CoffeeMug on March 18, 2026, 09:20:58 PM »
LA Women, Ch. 5
Author’s Note: This story is set in the early 1970s and refers to things that would have happened in the late 1960s. I’ve completely ignored the discrimination and segregation (on both race and sex) practiced by colleges and workplaces of the era, partly because I have no interest in describing such things and partly because I’d just rather write this alternate (and better) version of history.
Sarah had been born into a wealthy family from Virginia, and she’d grown up loving life. When she was little, she had loved riding horses on her family’s farm, and she’d loved playing with dolls and wearing new dresses and how everyone had always told her how pretty she was. Her entire life, she’d always felt very energetic and robust, strong, and she’d always carried that zeal on her face. She’d grown into a very healthy and attractive young woman, and with her gorgeous face, her golden brown hair, her full breasts and her strong, well-developed hips and ass, she’d always gotten compliments and admiration, and she just drank it in. Later, she’d started playing lacrosse, where she discovered she competition and that she loved competing against other women just as much as she loved being complimented on her stunning looks. And when these two things intersected, competition and her great looks, she discovered that she loved fighting most of all. When she started getting in fights, her mother taught her that it was natural for women to want to compete with each other, for rivalry to exist, and so, it was equally natural act on that rivalry and to want to test yourself. “Never be ashamed for being who you are, and never let another woman put you down,” her mother had told her the summer before she went off to college, and Sarah had done everything she could to live up to those words. At Johns Hopkins, she was one of the most prominent girls around campus, which made her a target for the other prominent girls around campus, and they had given her a great many chances to prove herself. She had won a lot more of those chances than she’d lost, and her heart always swelled with pride when she thought of her victories over those other girls. With her hard fists and strong chin, and her wicked disposition, she had handed out a lot of beatings. And with her spectacularly feminine face and body, and her excellent taste, she stole the hearts of a lot of men—as well as a few women.
It was such an incident that led to Sarah’s one true humiliation in college, that loss she couldn’t get over. When Sarah was playing lacrosse at Johns Hopkins, one of their rivals was Lafayette College in Pennsylvania. They had a great player, an African-American girl whom Sarah was often assigned to defend. This girl was a little bigger than Sarah, and she was fast, and strong, and she was one of the few players who got the better of Sarah more often than Sarah got the better of her. Her name was Dawn, and she was hot, too. She had rich, dark skin, a beautiful face and a killer figure, with strong arms and legs, a bulbous ass, and massive breasts that seemed to stand out from her chest like torpedoes. Dawn was the same age as Sarah, so they had played against each other multiple times and knew each other well by their senior year. Their last game against each other, which was the opening game of the season for both teams, their jostling had gotten rougher than normal, with Dawn sending a few elbows into Sarah’s chest and Sarah returning the favor, which led to pushing and shoving and a stoppage. This then led to the two of them squaring off behind the buses, with teammates in attendance, after the game. They had fought in tight shorts and t-shirts, and they had fought like women, had done it all: pulling hair, punching, slapping and grabbing at faces and bodies, rolling back and forth in the dirt of the parking lot until it was plastered to their sweaty bodies. It was a long, grueling fight, where one and then the other seemed to be down for good, only to rise up one more time. But in the end, Dawn got Sarah in a wicked headlock and smashed her face with sharp, nasty punches, hitting her until her body went loose in the other girl’s grip, and it was Sarah who’d been knocked on her ass and then rolled onto her back, staring up at the night’s sky, every bit of her face and body bruised and battered, with the Black girl’s foot on her aching chest.
A few months later, in that spring of 1972, Sarah had moved to Los Angeles to take a job working in the LA Music Center. That winter of her senior year, she had been dating Ronnie, a Black guy from Philly. It had been fun, and he was nice, and he was also tall and athletic, which certainly didn’t hurt, but although Ronnie had liked her enough to introduce Sarah to his mom over Christmas, and Sarah and his mom had gotten along very well, it wasn’t serious, and Sarah had come to the conclusion that being in a long term relationship with a man probably wasn’t for her. So, the two of them had broken up amicably before practice for Sarah’s senior season started, which, as it turned out, was only a few weeks before her fight with Dawn. And then just a little while after that, Sarah had heard that Dawn and Ronnie had started dating and that they had become very serious right away. Sarah didn’t really miss being in a relationship with Ronnie, and she didn’t see either Ronnie or Dawn before she graduated and moved to Los Angeles. She did, however, think of her fight with Dawn and Dawn’s being with Ronnie quite a bit. More often, she admitted to herself, than she thought of the girls she’d beaten up, the lacrosse girls and the sorority girls and the girls in the bathroom line at the bars. Which is to say, she thought about it a lot. And then, after she’d been living in Los Angeles for a few months, before she met Daniella and started fighting in organized, paying contests, Sarah got a package in the mail. It was from Regina, Ronnie’s mom. In the package was an invitation to the wedding of Dawn and Ronnie—not a regular invitation but rather a letter from Regina telling Sarah when and where the wedding was happening and that she should consider herself invited. The package itself was a dress. Sarah unfolded it and held it up to the window and gasped just a little. She’d grown up with very nice dresses, and looking back, she thought that that one time she and Regina had met over Christmas break, they’d talked about how much Sarah had loved getting new dresses when she was little and her favorite color, red. Well, this dress was red, and it was as nice as anything Sarah had gotten from her family, and it was as risqué as a formal dress could be, and Sarah tried it on immediately. Standing in front of the mirror, admiring herself, she knew she looked spectacular. The dress was perfectly fitted to her body, and with its bare shoulders and deep cleavage and tight midsection, it was very, very inappropriate to wear to the wedding of an ex-boyfriend and a rival. Sarah bought her plane ticket to Philly the next day.
A month later, Sarah flew to Philadelphia. She treated herself well, staying in an upscale hotel and getting her hair, makeup and nails done properly by a woman who came to her hotel room the morning of the wedding. While the woman was fixing Sarah up, she asked her why she was in town, and when Sarah confided the whole story, the stylist laughed heartily and said that she hoped Sarah had a “successful evening.” After living in LA for a several months now, Sarah had acquired a nice tan, and after she had put on the dress with the help of the stylist (who stayed to help her because she was so amused by the whole thing), both of them stood admiring her in the mirror. The wildly inappropriate red dress highlighted everything about her, her tan, her hair and makeup, her gorgeous brown eyes, her petite nose and rounded chin, the arc of her cleavage, the loose curls of her golden brown hair sweeping across her strong but still effeminate shoulders, the glow of life in her full cheeks. Every inch of her being was the full bloom of femininity, and every inch of her being was ready to fight Dawn again, to repay her for that awful feeling of being dumped into the dirt and the other girl standing over her, victorious, the beating she had given Sarah. Tonight, though, Sarah was going to pay her back in front of everyone whom she’d invited to share in what she was expecting to be her great triumph. After the stylist left, Sarah took one last look at herself in the mirror, imagining herself standing over Dawn, and then she slipped on her heels and took up her purse and went for her revenge.
As she wanted to be respectful, Sarah did not go to the wedding ceremony itself. Rather, she arrived by cab at the hotel where the reception was being held, which was just a few blocks away from her own. The building was a classic from the 1920s, with granite columns and rich detailing everywhere. Having timed her arrival carefully, Sarah walked into the ballroom where the reception was being held about halfway through, so that the guests had been drinking a bit already. She wanted their reactions to her entrance to be unguarded, so that Dawn would see clearly just how much attention everyone wanted to pay to her, and she wasn’t disappointed. As soon as she stepped into the ballroom, people turned to look at her, and she could feel their eyes on her as she slid gracefully through the crowd, smiling and nodding but not lingering too long on anyone, the men who were checking her out and the women appraising her. Dawn was with her man at the front of the room, and she didn’t notice Sarah until she was in the middle of the room. Ronnie saw Sarah before his bride did, and when he did, his eyes went wide. Dawn first saw that he was gawking at someone, and when she tracked his stare and her eyes landed on Sarah, the look on her face, transitioning quickly from stunned to angry, made the whole trip worthwhile, even before they got to the main course. Dawn was glaring openly at her now, but Sarah just let her eyes skip right past her and she accepted greetings from a few of the guests. It was a diverse crowd, and obviously very well off and polished, and Sarah felt herself settling right in, comfortable in a way that surprised her given her ultimate purpose for being there.
Regina, the mother of the groom, was standing off to the side, and she made eye contact with Sarah and smiled widely at her. In response, Sarah mouthed “thank you” at her, and she was about to head over, but then suddenly Dawn herself was in her way. With one hand gently but noticeably on Sarah’s upper arm, Dawn steered her toward a small room along the far side of the ballroom. The room was rather small and plain, and it was being used as storage for chairs, plastic utensils and plates, sodas, and other things for the reception. The two young women were alone in the room and Dawn threw the door shut behind them and they stood facing each other. Sarah had wanted to fight her for so long, and now here they were together. Dawn was an inch or two taller than Sarah, and still a little wide in the shoulders, but that wasn’t anything to put Sarah off from this. Dawn looked great on her wedding day, too, Sarah admitted to herself as the two glared at each other in that one long instant. Or at least she would look great for just a little bit longer. Her white dress was exquisite and it must have come from one of the nicest boutiques in the city. Her massive cleavage was framed very well, swelling up out of the top, and her flat stomach and strong legs were highlighted as well. Her hair was perfect, too, just as good as Sarah’s, hanging about her face in long curls. She had very dark skin, and the classically beautiful features of her face shown clearly.
“You don’t have to show up on my wedding day, bitch,” Dawn said, finally. “I’d be happy to kick your ass tomorrow. But if you want to do it today, don’t worry, no one’s going to jump you. I told my cousins not to let anyone in until I’m done with you.” No one would interfere, as they all knew how it was between women.
“I see you weren’t able to drop those 10 pounds for the big day,” Sarah answered her.
Dawn’s breath seized up and her eyes went wide, and then she smiled sickly and began removing her earrings and kicking off her shoes. Sarah did the same, and when she held up her hands to show off the rings on her knuckles, Dawn nodded at her and both girls slid them off and then they put everything off to the side.
“I’m going to rip that dress right off of you,” Dawn told her as they began circling.
“Well, your new mother-in-law paid for it.”
Sarah had her fists up in front of her, but rather than fistfighting Dawn just dashed forward and crashed into her. Sarah was driven backwards and the two of them fell together into a stack of sodas against the far wall. The collision was a shock and both of them fell to the ground, dazed. Sarah’s side had struck the corner of the stack of sodas and she was already hurting. She tried to raise herself up but the Black girl dove into her. They rolled back and forth on the ground, pressed together, pulling each other’s hair, one on top and then the other. Sarah banged Dawn’s head on the ground when she was on top and then she got rolled over and Dawn returned the favor. They were grunting and moaning as they struggle together. Sarah got on top again and she managed to mount the other girl, sitting across her waist, and immediately she yanked up on that black hair with all she had. The other girl moaned in pain as her head was lifted up all the way off the ground. Dawn pulled at Sarah’s hands to free herself and then she was hitting Sarah in the stomach and side and her legs, whatever Dawn could reach, and then finally the Black girl reached down and lifted up on Sarah’s knee, tipping her over. The two women came up to their feet. Sarah wanted to start fistfighting but they were too close to each other and immediately Dawn had her by the hair. Sarah pulled her hair in response and they turned in a circle, pulling on each other’s hair until both were bent forward at the waist, heads side by side. Then, with a sudden, violent tug, Sarah spun Dawn around and sent her flying into the far wall. The bigger girl went into folding table with stacks of plastic cups and the whole thing went crashing to the ground. Dawn was on her side, looking up at Sarah, and the beauty in the red dress dove at her. But as she came down, Dawn kicked up with one leg, knocking her to the side. Sarah was in the middle of the room, dazed, but the sight of the Black girl rising to her feet drove her to do the same.
They came together in a whirling melee of fists. Sarah took a set of knuckles into the center of her face but she sent back a one-two, nailing Dawn across the cheek with her right fist and then back the other way with her left. The blows hit hard and Dawn went stumbling back into the wall. Sarah stayed on her. She punched her in the stomach and then slammed an uppercut into her massive tit. The bigger girl groaned in pain but she took the blow and came off the wall fighting. She hit Sarah across the face and then repaid the punches to her stomach and breasts. Sarah covered up and Dawn grabbed hold of her around the shoulders and rammed her back into the wall. Sarah’s head bounced off the wall and Dawn nailed her with rights and lefts to the face and her sides. Sarah took the blows until finally she got her arms wrapped around the Black girl’s. They struggled, wrestling with each other, faces and chests pressed together, until at last Sarah spun her hips out and got her leg behind the Black girl’s and she tripped her down to the floor. But Dawn maintained her grip on and they landed together. Dawn pulled her hair again but Sarah was able to slid behind her. Their dresses were ripping open now as Sarah sat on Dawn’s back. She pulled up on her hair, hard, with all her strength, until Dawn’s head began lifting up and back. Sarah’s golden hair slid free of the Black girl’s grip and now Sarah was sitting up and pulling up and back on Dawn’s thick, luxurious hair. The girl under Sarah was moaning in pain and then she began wailing and waving her hands in the air as the arch in her back became more and more severe the harder Sarah pulled. Finally, Dawn started twisting and thrashing about under Sarah and she worked herself free.
Both girls shed what was left of their dresses as they came to their feet. As the tattered remnants of her wedding gown dropped to the floor, Dawn glared at Sarah and began breathing hard, her face trembling, like she was about to start crying. Both were now reduced to their bras, panties, and stockings, their faces and bodies covered in sweat and already battered but ready for more. As they sucked in air, their breasts rose up, swelling from their demicup bras and their flat stomachs flexed and relaxed. Their shoulders and thighs and asses were all strength and tension as they readied themselves to go again.
“Guess you won’t be passing that dress on to your daughter,” Sarah said.
With a shriek, Dawn came at her. They were only a few feet apart but still, right as she came within reach, Sarah punched her across the cheek. The Black girl still crashed into her, but Sarah could feel the power leave her as they went back to the ground. They struggled against each other and Sarah got on top of her. With one hand Sarah pulled on Dawn’s hair and with the other she ripped away her bra and then she smashed her hand down onto the massive black breast. Sarah crushed it. In response, Dawn reached up and tore open Sarah’s own bra and she latched onto both of her breasts, squeezing like her hands were steel pliers. Sarah cried out in pain and she tried to wait it out but soon she had to let go of her holds and pry the hands off her chest. In a flash, they were reversed and Dawn was on top of her. Fists thumped down into Sarah’s face and she squirmed and blocked as best she could. She got hold of Dawn’s hair in both hands and pulled down, so that the other girl couldn’t rear up to punch her. They were close together now, heads almost touching, and Dawn switched to hitting her in the stomach. One short, sharp punch after another into her abs. Sarah took the punches and then she started bucked up with her hips and the two of them went rolling across the floor, clamped together. They were hitting and clawing at each other and pulling hair and sweating and snarling. They had been fighting for several minutes straight now and both were covered in sweat and exhausted and they slid across each other. Sarah got on top and smashed Dawn in the side of the face with several quick punches, making the Black girl turn away from her and cover up. More writhing together and Sarah got behind her now and she locked her legs around Dawn’s waist. Her hips, her ass, her thighs were very strong and she clamped them together and squeezed with all she had. Dawn’s eyes popped open and she grunted, as if she were surprised by the amount of pain she was in. Sarah felt good at seeing the pain on her and she slammed her fist into her face, rocking her head back, and then she slapped her on her massive breast and grabbed her nipple. It was completely black and long, enormous almost, and Sarah pinched and pulled on it until she was rewarded with more moaning. Dawn shoved at the hand on her breast and then she pushed and pried at Sarah’s thighs but the golden-haired beauty squeezed with all she had left. Her thighs and her magnificent flanks trembled with the effort. Focusing everything she had on crushing the Black girl’s waist, Sarah braced both hands on the floor and rotated her hips a bit. Dawn took advantage, sitting up as best she could and punching Sarah across the jaw with everything she had.
Caught unprepared, Sarah was knocked flat by the punch. She went loose and she felt her legs being pried open and felt herself being rotated onto her back and then she felt the Black girl climbing on top of her. Her hair was pulled and then she was slapped viciously across the face and that was when her strength returned to her. Dawn was sitting on Sarah’s waist now, and she put her hand on Sarah’s face and pushed her flat on her back and with her other hand she punched her in the side of her boob. Sarah groaned in pain and she knocked the hand out of her face and bucked up and twisted with her hips and she rolled the other girl off of her. They went across the floor, one on top and then the other, clenching tightly so that their big breasts swelled up toward their chins and out to the sides. Sarah could feel the great strength of the other girl. Their fingers dug into backs and shoulders as they struggled. Finally, Dawn got on top but she was careless and Sarah got her legs wrapped around her waist. They were squirming and struggling and Dawn pushed on Sarah’s face again and then she began mauling her firm breasts. Reaching up, Sarah sank her fingers into the other girl’s massive tits and squeezed as hard as she could. They were staring into each other’s eyes and mauling tits and Sarah was crushing her waist between her legs. And then Sarah let go of those giant tits and pulled Dawn’s hands off her own while simultaneously arching her back and putting everything she had into the waist scissors. Dawn tried to renew her attack but then her eyes closed with the pain and when she finally wrenched her hands free of Sarah’s grip she went to pry her legs apart rather than renew her offense by attacking Sarah’s breasts or her face. And then Dawn punched Sarah in the pit of her stomach, hard, incredibly hard. Immediately, Sarah loosened her scissors and went to cover her stomach defensively and while she was vulnerable, Dawn punched her right on her Venus mound.
Sarah immediately curled up into a ball and clutched at herself. All the energy drained out of her, and she was only dimly aware of the other woman, who was now groaning and shifting around behind her. “You fucking bitch,” Dawn said, but the words came to Sarah from somewhere far away. “You show up out of nowhere, ruin my wedding.” Sarah forced her breathing to slow down, to focus on what was happening around her and how she could move her body. What had started as a lightning bolt between her thighs was now down to a jolt from an electrical outlet. “Fucking bitch,” Dawn said, and Sarah now realized that Dawn was standing over her. She received a kick to her ass and then one to her back and she groaned in pain. Another kick to the back and another groan, but now Sarah was shamming, and she had guessed Dawn’s next move. “Ruin my wedding,” Dawn said again, and Sarah could feel her bending over to roll Sarah onto her back so that she could kick her or stamp her foot down onto her face or bust.
And instead, when Sarah felt the hand in her hair, she rolled with it and crashed into Dawn’s legs. The two young women went into a fury. Hands roamed over magnificent bodies, squeezing breasts and slapping at backs, fingers dug into hair, and teeth bit into shoulders. They strained and pushed against each other until both were gasping for air, sweat pouring down their bodies. And then, it happened. Dawn got Sarah in a headlock, her left arm tight around Sarah’s neck, just as she had that night they’d fought after the lacrosse match. And she was going to pound her in the face with her right fist. Sarah pulled on the arm around her neck but she couldn’t get free, and her right leg was trapped under Dawn’s body and she couldn’t get any movement. And she just turned her face and sank her teeth into Dawn’s left breast. She inhaled as much of the female flesh as she could and bit down hard, again, deeper. Dawn yelped in pain and shock and immediately let go of the headlock and tried to turn away, but Sarah got her on her back and was lying half atop her now, still biting, chewing away at the massive breast, while Dawn frantically pushed at her head. And then, when she thought she had the other girl ready, Sarah transitioned as quickly as she could into a schoolgirl pin. She was sitting astride Dawn’s waist now, and she got the other woman’s arms under knees. Dawn’s face was between Sarah’s knees and her breasts were framed by the insides of Sarah’s thighs and Sarah went to work. Vicious slaps to the face, punches straight down into her breasts, pulling at those feminine orbs and digging in with her fingers, all of it over and over. Sarah abused her until all the fight had gone out of Dawn and she just lay panting and hurting under Sarah.
When she was sure that it was over and the other girl was beaten, Sarah sat atop her, reveling in her victory. Her beautiful face and golden hair, her large firm breasts that jutted proudly from her chest, the sweep of her ass and thighs, every inch of her had been beaten and mauled and now all of it was dominant. She was dominant and she glared down at the face of the other girl, also beautiful, whom she’d beaten. A drop of sweat fell off of Sarah’s face onto Dawn’s, and with both of her hands Sarah wiped the sweat from her chest and smeared around Dawn’s face. The Black girl moaned and turned her face and Sarah smacked her one more time, more of a reminder than a strike, and she pushed herself up to her feet and threw open the door. She stood there, all eyes on her as the crowd had obviously been waiting eagerly to see who would come out on her own two feet. And then Sarah went back into the room. She gathered Dawn up off the floor and, wrenching her arm up behind her back and pulling on her hair, she dragged her over and ran her into the dessert table. Cake and cookies and punch went everywhere as Dawn crashed into the table and fell helplessly to the floor. Sarah stood over her, panting, and she gathered up her coat to cover herself and proudly walked out of the ballroom the winner.
Sarah spent the rest of her night soaking in the tub in her hotel room. She ached all over, and she was covered in bruises, and it felt like every step set her heart racing again. But after a healthy meal from room service, a few glasses of wine, and a good night’s sleep, she felt a lot better. Her flight back to LA wasn’t until the following day, as she’d known when she booked the trip that win or lose, she would be too sore to travel the day after her fight with Dawn. She spent the morning reading magazines and napping, and then at lunch, when she went down to eat in the hotel restaurant, she discovered two notes had been delivered for her. The first was from Regina, Ronnie’s mom, thanking her for putting Dawn in her place. Sarah re-read the note a few times while eating her sandwich, and she came to the conclusion that Dawn wasn’t very popular with Ronnie’s friends or family and that what Sarah had done to her had been far from unpopular among the wedding party. The second letter was from Dawn.
Two nights from now, 7pm, the honeymoon suite at the Regency. Come and fight me with your fists. You ruined my wedding. I’m going to ruin your pretty face.
Sarah had to accept. She moved her flight and took a few more days off work, and then she went out and bought herself a pair of sneakers, jeans, and a plain white tank top. And two days later, her bruises and her aches and pains healed up and her body ready for more punishment, she left her room for the Regency Hotel. On the top floor, she found the suite, and Dawn opened the door for her and let her in. The two women eyed each other cautiously, and it seemed to Sarah that they were alone. Dawn was dressed similarly to her, sneakers, tight jeans, and a white tank top. The two young women stood on opposite sides of the open area by the suite’s door. The suite was large and very nice, with a kitchen area and table, a couch and set of chairs, and a desk in addition to an enormous bed. The balcony offered a very nice view downtown.
“All alone for your honeymoon?” Sarah asked.
“He’s still with me, bitch,” Dawn answered. “We weren’t staying in town for our honeymoon. I got this so we could have somewhere private to settle our business. The honeymoon suite seemed fitting.”
“We had something to settle from before. And it really was your new mother-in-law who invited me. And sent me the dress,” Sarah informed her, and the way Dawn’s eyebrows went up told Sarah that there was longstanding business there.
“I’ll take care of my mother-in-law later. You, I’m going to deal with now. And you aren’t getting Ronnie.”
“You only think I want your husband because of how he was staring at me at your reception,” Sarah replied.
And that was it for the talking. Both young women were completely healed from the other night, and as they stood before each other in their jeans and tanks, there was something enrapturing about them even if they weren’t in the expensive, well-crafted dresses from the wedding reception. Sarah, with her smirk and her sparkling eyes, her golden hair, her full, firm breasts standing out firm from her chest, her flat stomach, the sweep of her powerful haunches and thighs, and Dawn, with her dark complexion and black hair, her enormous breasts and strong limbs, her tight lower body and the twin hemispheres of her ass. Both fighters’ nipples were rock hard, their fists clenched in anticipation. And then they went at each other.
They came together in the center of the opening and traded punches. Sarah landed a right fist on Dawn’s chin and took a left and a right into her bosom. Then she missed with a left aimed at Dawn’s cheek and took a left on her own. It was a hard shot and she went stumbling to the side, but she righted herself and made some space before the Black girl could close on her. Dawn came at her again and Sarah hit her in the face with a right and slipped to the side and then got her in the body with a left and a right and then slammed an uppercut into her breast. Dawn groaned in pain and reached for her but Sarah backed off and then, suddenly, threw herself forward again. The move surprised Dawn and Sarah jabbed her in the face with a left and followed it up with a right to her ear. That hurt her and sent her backwards. Dawn’s ass hit the small dining table and she lost her balance and Sarah took advantage, throwing rights and lefts into her face and her body. At the end, she absolutely nailed her across her enormous rack with a right fist and then she backed up to regather herself and suck in a few breaths.
Dawn was hurt but far from finished. They glared at each other and then, slowly raising their fists, they started again. Sarah scored with a right to the face and Dawn replied in kind. The punch hurt Sarah and she stepped back and shook her head, her cheek red hot from the blow, and she felt this rush of anger and she came forward again, planting her feet, looking to do some damage to Dawn’s beautiful features, and the Black girl threw a kick into her stomach. Sarah immediately doubled over, clutching at herself, caught totally off guard, and Dawn seized her by the hair and yanking forward and twisting she sent Sarah flying over the table and crashing to the floor on the other side. She was hurting badly but somehow she was getting up as Dawn came after her. Sarah was on her hands and knees as Dawn shoved the table aside and she tried to punch Dawn between the legs as she came up, but the other girl was ready and she caught her fist in both hands. Dawn yanked up and again twisting herself around she sent Sarah flying across the room. Sarah hit the wall next to the open doorway into the kitchenette and as she straightened herself up Dawn was already on her. Sarah took a right and a left to the face and then took shots into her breasts and then Dawn grabbed her by the back of her head and propelled her forward. Sarah went stumbling across the room, landing on the floor and rolling so that her back struck the desk. She lay on the ground like that, staring up and waiting for Dawn to come at her again. She wanted to get the other girl down on the ground and grapple with her as they had at the wedding reception.
“Uh-uh, bitch,” Dawn said, staying several feet from Sarah and gesturing up with both hands.
Slowly, nodding, Sarah pushed herself up to her hands and knees and then to her feet and the two of them clenched their fists closed and started again. This time, Sarah waited for Dawn to throw first and when she did, a left, Sarah blocked it with her forearm and threw a left of her own into Dawn’s tit. She scored a direct hit, sending the tit bouncing inside the tight top, and then she got on a roll. Sarah hit her twice more on the cheeks and she avoided Dawn’s replies, and then she went to work on her body, hitting her in the stomach and sides repeatedly while Dawn tried to block. And then when Dawn lowered both hands over her stomach, Sarah nailed her across the face with a right, a left, then another right. She was winded now and stepped back to get a breath, and when she did Dawn plodded forward on her. The Black girl was hurting but she could still throw. She nailed Sarah with a right to the face and a hard left to her stomach that doubled her over, and as Sarah bent forward, clutching at herself, Dawn clobbered her with a hammerfist down onto the back of her neck. Sarah stumbled and she put her arms around Dawn’s waist but she got tossed aside for her trouble. She went down to the ground again, and again Dawn motioned for her to get back up on her feet.
“Honey, I’m not tired of hitting you yet,” Dawn told her.
This time, Sarah took advantage, and lying on the ground a few seconds and sucking in air. Dawn waited on her and then when she ran out of patience and came at her, Sarah sprang up as fast as she could, throwing hands. She got Dawn on the chin with a good right and then threw a left fist straight into her boob. The punches sent Dawn back a step and Sarah stayed on her, hitting her with a left in the stomach. But Dawn again came back, with a fist into Sarah’s mouth, and then all hell broke loose. No defense, no thought, just fists slamming into mouths, noses, and busts. For about thirty seconds they just went for it. And at the end of those thirty seconds, both women had blood pouring freely from their noses and mouths and they were both gasping for air. They stopped for a few seconds, glaring at each other, punishes bosoms swelling up with each deep breath, faces bruising and smeared with blood, and then they went back to it. Nothing but right and left fists across the cheeks. The dull thwack of knuckles on beautiful flesh, grunts of exertion and pain, and hair whipping through the air. And at the end of this exchange, Sarah was left tottering on her feet, arms hanging down, and Dawn measured her up and slammed a straight fist into her mouth, knocking her on her ass.
Sarah was sitting up, feet splayed out in front of her, with blood freshly pouring out of her mouth. Some of it was dripping down onto her chest. She wiped the blood away with the back of her hand and stared up at the other girl. The one looking down on her, who was gesturing at her to get up yet again, who was going to keep hitting her and hitting her until she was truly done. Sarah could feel the bruising and swelling around her eyes and her nose and the ache in her stomach and her punished bosom and it was like something tripped inside of her and all she could think of was repaying Dawn. Looking up at Dawn from that angle magnified the effect of her strong arms and legs, her massive bust, the haughty beauty of her face, the sweep of her hair. She was a powerhouse of femininity and Sarah was not going to end this fight flat on her back.
The golden-haired beauty rose to her feet again and the Black goddess smiled at her. Sarah smiled back, both girls smiling now through their pulped mouths, and they approached each other slowly. Sarah feinted with a left jab and then, as Dawn moved her hands to block it, Sarah brought her right fist in low and got her in the side. She followed that with a straight left fist into Dawn’s stomach and then she got her across the cheek with her right. Dawn stood firm and nailed Sarah on the outside of her bosom with a hook and Sarah took it and again the two ladies stood in front of each other and brawled. The exchange was ferocious and brief, a series of punches to the face and body, and this time Sarah was the one who finished it off with wild rights and lefts that went unanswered. She just poured it on, slamming home punches to Dawn’s face that sent her rocking back and forth and then that straight right into her mouth. The Black girl went tumbling backwards and struck her backside against the desk. She was leaning against it, gasping for air, bracing herself against the desk with both hands, her head hanging low and glaring up at Sarah, blood running from her mouth and nose and cuts along both cheeks. Sarah stood fearless in front of her, hands on her womanly hips in a way that accentuated her curves, her white tank top splattered in blood, her firm breasts proudly jutting out from her chest and straining the material of the shirt, her hair a mess of tangles in the sweat and violence of the fight. Her beautiful face battered. Her victim before her was the same but worse, and Sarah went to work on her one last time. She hit Dawn across the face back and forth, hard shots that were wet and dull in the quiet room, and then she drilled uppercuts and straight punches into her massive breasts. The Black girl took all of it and finally she just slid down to the carpeted floor and lay still. Sarah stood over and mounted one foot on her slowly rising and falling bosom.
Finally, Sarah said, “Let me know if you need another lesson,” and then she washed herself as best she could in the bathroom and made her way, very slowly, out of the honeymoon suite.
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