Volleyball Battle: Pt 3

**MikeJV** · February 7th, 2009, 10:48 AM

I don't think I ever posted part 3 of this, so here it is just in case. Part 4 should be ready to post later today or tommorrow, I just need to finish it. Oh, and with the new limit on post size it looks like pt 5 won't be the finale as planned, most likely pt 6 will be. Hope ya enjoy.

BTW: i had a request for it recently, so i'll be reposting my old S:IT series.... well, the 5 part Chapter 1 anyway, next week.
Mike
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Volleyball Battle
Pt: 3
By: MikeJV

Near a wooden bench the two redheads square off. Third oldest Dolphin team member Joy, clad only in her bra and panties, takes a basic fighting stance with her right shoulder pointed towards the 21 year old Shark member Brandi, to best protect her vulnerable, very large lipped pussy and 48FF tits, only lightly protected by a sexy bra Joy was wishing she hadn't worn instead of her normal more durable bra. 'Let's go out tonight she said, we'll have some fun she said.... my tits might as well be wrapped in wet tissue for all the protection this bra gives me, and it's my best front-hook too! I'll be damned if I'll let that huge titted slut ruin my bra.' Joy thought, then without taking her eyes of Brandi, who's 68M tits are the biggest of either group and even under her shirt look like 2 big watermelons, carefully but quickly unhooked and removed her bra.

Brandi smiled. "Saving me the trouble of ripping it off those saggy sacks of shit hanging from your chest.... you're smarter than I thought. Oh nice scars.... and I was hoping I'd be the first to mangle those floppy meat bags you call tits."

Joy changed to a hands on hips pose that left her wide open. "You talk about my saggy breasts.... those things must hit the ground when you take off your bra!" Brandi's face got red, then she screamed and lunged at Joy, her hands going straight for the 4" dark nipples of Joy's tits, currently next to her navel.

'I knew it!' Joy thought as her insticts kicked in. Joy quickly spun to her left as she grabbed Brandi's shirt between her mamoth breasts, jerked Brandi forward off balance and with a practiced twist of her hands ripped off Brandi's shirt, causing her to slam tits first into the lockers. Joy immediately lunged in and drove her left knee into the middle of Brandi's back making her scream, the grabbed Brandi's right wrist, twisted her arm high up her back, grabbed a big handfull of hair with her left and and started slamming Brandi's face and forehead into the lockers as hard and fast as she could.

As her arm was being wrenched up her back Brandi knew she'd fucked up big time. She was an experienced catfighter, but she'd let the older woman get to her. She knew she was too sensitive about her huge breasts, they were her pride and joy as a woman, they got her men and made women jealous.... which is what always got her in so many fights with girlfriends, wives, and even in high school, with her female teachers, several of which had confronted her privately and ended up nude, badly beaten and extremely humiliated. Now she was on her knees, in her bra, her good arm twisted halfway up her back and her beautiful face was getting smashed into unforgiving metal lockers. Brandi did the only thing she could.... began screaming and crying at her certain defeat if she got her brain scrambled in this position.

After a dozen hard shots Joy pulled back Brandi's head and saw thet here eyes had glazed over. "She's out of it...." Joy turned to see most of her friends getting beaten or outright destroyed. "Fuck!" Joy released Brandi's arm, reached for her bra but paused a moment at the sheer number of hooks it had. 'Holy shit, even Cindy's bras don't have this many hooks!' Joy thought then unhooked and removed it, folded Bandi's arms behind her back, forearms together across her back, then used Brandi huge, super sturdy bra to tie her arms together tightly. "I'll finish you later juggs, but I have to go help my friends before your friends ruin them as women." Joy said to Brandi, not really expecting the superbusty young redhead to understand her.

Across the lockerroom Angela was spread=eagled on the floor totally nude and in absolute agony, Lena stood between her legs, her feet tucked under Angels's thighs to keep her legs from closing, leaving Lena's now bare, hairless pussy wide open as she held Angela's ass a foot off the floor by her now horribly stretched pussy lips, each clamped tightly in one of Lena's hands. In the last 10 minutes Lena had done at least a dozen dead lifts using Angela as the weight and her labia as the weight bar. Lena dropped Angela's lower body to the floorm fingered her wet pussy with her left hand, her thumb stroked her hard 4" long clit, her right played with the hard brown nipples of her bare 36F round tits her daddy paid for. Her knee-length black hair parted by her hard, flexed, round, ass cheeks. giving a perfect view of her womanhood from behind. "I'll ask you one last time, agree to be my slave and suck my superior clit or I'll pop your implants and crush the tiny nub you call your clit to pulp under my heel." Lena said, totally absorbed in what she was doing to the older, much taller blonde.

Angela raised her head, tears poured from her eyes, she was straight but at than moment she'd go down on her teenage daughter in the Vatican, on Sunday, Christmas morning, with the Pope watching, if it'd stop the pain she was in. Angela thought she was a pretty tough, strong-willed woman, but Lena had broken her with ease in a few minutes. She blinked away her tears so she could look in her new Mistress' eyes when she declared her devotion.... and smiled. "Fuck you." Angela managed to say. Angela ignored Lena as she started a barrage of threats.... then started to laugh when a wet "*CRACK* echoed throughout the room as the top of Joy's foot slammed into lena's wide open, wet pussy dead center and lifted her a good foot off the floor before she crashed hard to the floor and curled in a wildly sobbing ball of agony, hands pressed tightly between her thighs.

"You handle her Angie?" Joy asked quickly. "I'll manage, get'em Joy." Angela said with a weak smile as the tiny spark of confidence she had left ignited into a flame and began to quickly grow. Joy smiled at Angela, turned. made a short dash, stepped up onto the bench, dove off the end and tackled an off guard Wanda hard to the floor, planting her knee in the black bitch's cunt just as they hit the floor, amplifying the force of the blow.