At the University of Wisconsin, I met an undergraduate Economics major named Vicki. She was hot. Blonde, blue eyes, with the distinctive Barbie look. Medium-sized tits on a petite frame. When we went out she usually wore short skirts as well. She was twenty to my thirty-one. Eventually, and after living together for 5 years, and my divorce from Betty, Vicki would become my third and present wife.

In the first year we lived together, Vicki worked in a jewelry store as an assistant manager. The other assistant manager was a black girl who she did not get along with at all. She was constantly complaining about Quesha. Apparently, Quesha had the same disdain for Vicki.

During our lovemaking, I could get Vicki really wet by describing the details of the catfights that my previous two wives had. When I did, she seemed to become physical wilder during sex. I suggested that maybe she should invite Quesha over and the two of them could settle their differences at our apartment. At first she was cool to the idea, but a particular incident at work changed her attitude. She then wanted to fight her, and the loser would have to quit.

Apparently, Quesha, who I had never met prior to the night of the catfight, was more than willing to take on Vicki. I was concerned that perhaps she would arrive at our apartment with an entourage but she arrived on time and with only an over-sized purse. Vicki was getting herself ready in the bathroom when Quesha rang the bell. I answered to find a ravishing young girl of about 22 or 23 and about an inch shorter than Vicki, waiting at the door. It appeared they probably weighed pretty similar. Quesha looked me up and down and entered the room. It had been raining that night so she had on her raincoat. I told her she could put her purse on the couch where she could keep an eye on it. Vicki entered the room in a housecoat at about that time.

Without saying anything, Quesha undid the belt on the red raincoat and let it fall to the ground. She was totally naked except for matching red high heels. She was an absolute knock-out and I know that Vicki saw my double-take. I don't know what rules or attire were discussed for the match beforehand, but Vicki was also clearly stunned by the naked black warrior. It seemed to me that although this would be Vicki's first fight, Quesha might have had some experience.

Vicki broke the silence by saying, "Well, if it's naked you want...", and removed her pink housecoat and underwear. I would say that from my stories that I had told Vicki about my previous wives' fights, she was expected to start in underwear, and ending up in a strip fight. She did not seem too fazed by Quesha nakedness. The difference in the two contestants besides the obvious was very slight. Quesha might have had slightly bigger tits but it was very slight. Vicki was just that one inch taller and I would say they were the same weight.

Quesha said, "Whoever loses leaves the jewelry store...and there's one other thing we will fight over...". With that she went over to her purse and pulled out a 10-inch, fairly thick black dildo. She placed it in the far corner and said, "Winner rapes loser!". Vicki looked alarmed now and said, "No way I'm doing that!." Quesha laughed and said, "You can do what you want if you win, but I am going to rape the shit out of you if I get the chance, for all the trouble you've caused me." Vicki looked at me pleadingly, but I just said, "Beat her for me and then you can decide what to do then." Resignedly, Vicki faced Quesha and Quesha smiled back at a now nervous Vicki.

My guess is that Quesha had a lot of fighting experience. As the both of them got closer to each other, Quesha quickly struck out with her right hand and slapped Vicki's left tit. Vicki covered up her tit on reflex and Quesha just stayed where she was, not immediately following up. Instead she said, "There will be a lot more of that where that came from. I plan to make those titties of yours bright red before we're through. I've been wanting to fuck you up since we met Barbie.".

Surprisingly, Vicki just continued to cover her tit, and so Quesha used another right, this time to the head. As Vicki put her hands to her head, Quesha took both fists from the outside and punched Vicki's tits together. As Vicki went to protect her tits, Quesha stepped behind her and put her in a half-nelson with her free hand in Vicki's hair. She then pulled Vicki straight up into a standing position, released Vicki's hair and reached around and started punching her left tit with her left hand. Vicki tried to punch behind her to get at Quesha but all Quesha did was to spin Vicki around and hit her with a right haymaker square in the face. Vicki was out before she hit the floor. When she hit the floor, she came too instantly, but she looked as it she didn't know where she was. Quesha jumped on her and repeatedly hit her face until Vicki started crying and quit.

Quesha got up very deliberately and strutted over to the corner and retrieved the dildo. She came back and said to Vicki, "roll over onto your knees because I don't want to look at your face". She then spit on the dildo and started rubbing it on Vicki's clit as Vicki was on all fours. She also looked really terrified. It wasn't long before Quesha was starting to ram the dildo up Vicki's cunt. Vicki however, was anything but quiet. So, Quesha rolled her again onto her back and placed her own pussy on Vicki's face. "We will do this until you can quit whining," Quesha threatened. It turned out to become something more for Quesha than that and soon she was roughly riding Vicki's face. Quesha quit only after she came all over Vicki's face. Vicki was laying there spread-eagled when Quesha came back with the dildo. She inserted it into Vicki's cunt commenting, "you must have liked my riding your face after all!". With about three inches inserted, Quesha kicked the rest of the dildo up Vicki's vagina, emitting a scream from Vicki. "Why don't you keep it as a souvenir!" is how Quesha left it.

While Vicki lay moaning on the floor, Quesha asked me where the bathroom was. I told her it was in our bedroom, and as I was super-hard I followed her with the hopes of fucking her. Halfway into the bedroom she said, "Why don't you take care of your girlfriend?". To which I said, "I'd rather take care of you!". She gave me a hateful look but I dragged her into the bathroom and fucked her standing up and then bent over in the shower.

After I was done she said, "that was the first time I've let a white guy fuck me, but it wasn't that bad...". However, before she left she want back into the living room and made Vicki eat my sperm from her snatch. Vicki was just happy to see her leave. Vicki called in sick the next three days and then resigned. She ended up with another jeweler in town and was eventually promoted to manager. Ironically, Quesha was eventually fired from the first jewelry store after being accused for theft. As she was the only black girl I ever screwed, I tried to set up a rematch with Vicki and her numerous times, but Vicki wouldn't hear of it. In fact, Vicki would only ever fight one more time for me in the next thirty years.