KITCHEN FIGHT PART 4

“YOUFUCKINGFATCOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!” screamed Ann as Jen simultaneously yelled “I’LLRIPYOURFUCKINGFACEOFFFFFFFFFF!” Jennie slapped both palms onto Annette’s cheeks and bored, dug, scraped and tore all her nails into her enemy’s cheeks, eyes, lips and shattered nose. Ann grabbed at Jennie’s neck, winding her strong, large feminine fingers around the blonde’s throat and squeezing her thumbnails into the front of the neck, causing Jennie’s tongue to loll out of her mouth and her eyes to bulge. Slowly, they pulled each other sideways, both women moving to their right, all the time gurgling in agony and squeaking threats to each other. Eventually, they fell to their sides, still attached, still locked on to throat and face, but now seeing each other upside down as they rolled into a position where Jennie was lying on her back flat out, and Annette was lying face down, her tits squashing against the floor, belly and thighs stickily lying on the cold hard floor, but her face inches from Jennies face. Both knew that if Annette shuffled forward, a brutal sixty-nine was more than probable. Annette looked up through fast closing eyes and saw her outstretched rival’s tits, belly, hips and legs, and saw a tempting target. She lunged forward, upwards too, and flopped her upper body weight onto Jen’s. Her 36D breasts flopped downwards onto Jen’s face, as Ann clenched her chest muscles and forced her left and right tit inwards to suffocate Jennie. Moving forward even more, Jen was relieved prematurely of the tit attack, as Annette flopped up and forward again, this time bouncing her boobs on top of Jennie’s 40C orbs. The four mountainous, glorious orbs of womanhood shuddered as they clashed and squashed, shuddering and shimmering as they wobbled together in furious crazy competition. Jennie had Annette’s belly touching parts of her face as the lush stomach tickled and stroked the blonde’s nose, forehead and chin. Annette sneered in disgust as she looked down upon Jennie’s full tummy. Tiring now of bite attacks, she was too fatigued to clamp her mouth around Jen’s midriff, although if it had been earlier in the fight, Jennie would no doubt have had her tummy chomped at mercilessly. Instead, Annette shuffled even further forward, her breasts leaving Jen’s, so now the women were making more contact points with each other, the weight of Ann was heavier on Jennie, as Annette’s knees scraped along the floor to push her body weight further up Jen’s torso. Annette could now see Jennie’s mound come into view, blonde wiry hair tousled at the bottom of her belly. A smirk crossed Annette’s lips as her options began to grow as to what damage she could cause to the big blonde next. Jennie, meanwhile, looking up in horrific anger at the moving brunette above her face, could see the powerfully set 39 year old hellbitch shuffling upwards until she too could see the pubic mound come into view, as belly flesh stroked her face and slid down and over her chin to be replaced by the familiar aroma of a woman’s crotch. “This is what a REAL woman taste’s like, you blonde sow!” snapped Ann as she let the weight of her hips bear down on Jennie, her thighs now each side of Jen’s cheeks, her legs parted, her pussy lips positioning to open around Jennie’s face. Jen snarled a throaty reply “Give me your crotch, and you can have mine TOO, you fucking flabby pig!” The blonde lifted her thighs up, planted her feet flat on the floor, and slowly clamped her upper legs around Annette’s head, squeezing not too hard, but solidly enough to engage Ann’s mouth around the blonde’s wiry cunt hair. Jen also wrapped her strong arms around Annette’s waist, a lover’s embrace constricting her deadly enemy and clamping her torso to her own, arms around waist, outstretched fingers flush against female lower back. Annette gagged and spluttered as she felt the tickling of blonde pubic hair between her lips and teeth, as Jennie too squinted with a disgusted choke at the feeling of the wiry bush of Annette rubbing and scratching her cheeks, outer lips and finally tongue as she gasped her mouth open for air, only to feel more hair around her teeth and inner lips. Jennie rubber her palms around Annette’s back, making a few weak rabbit punches against her enemy, before sliding her palms towards the brunette’s bottom. Annette’s gorgeous ass was finally found by Jennie’s strong hands, and Jen clenched hard, squeezing her talons into her foe’s backside, fingernails digging into creamy white buttocks, Jennie’s fingertips probing further towards the crack of Ann’s ass. Jennie’s husband gasped in delight as he saw his wife’s fingertips slide from view as they slid into Annette’s ass cleavage, holding there for a second as Annette’s eyes widened at the sensuous feeling of this attack, before making a move that shocked Russell almost as much as it shocked the dark haired catfighter. Jennie pulled the ass cheeks of her rival outwards, then re-attached her finger hold, further in this time, so far in fact that Annette squealed with the unfamiliar pain of a finger entering her ass. “I’ll rip your insides out, you filthy whore!” Squealed Jen, as Annette smacked her widened fingers against Jen’s lush hips and squeezed in shock. “Oooh, you dirty little WITCH! I’ll suck your fucking CLIT off!” With this, Annette darted her tongue straight forward and into Jennie’s vagina, flicked the erect tongue around briefly to find Jennie’s love switch, and when she did, she sucked it inwards brutally, pursing her lips around the clit and sucking on it with the force of an industrial vacuum cleaner. Jennie was terrified. If the brunette decided to shut her teeth strongly, she could easily bite the blonde’s clit clean off. Instead, Ann sucked even harder, causing intense pain...intense pain....but also, a deep, erotic, nerve shuddering feeling of sexual bursting ecstasy. Jennie wiggled her index finger around Annette’s ass, causing an equally sexual charge through the dark haired girl’s entire frame. The women began to shudder uncontrollably, snarling as they took the fight on to a completely different level as previously seen. As Jen probed her finger around, holding the hips of her hated enemy flush against her, she rolled over, taking Annette with her. Both ladies rolled over and over as one, all the way across the floor until they bumped solidly against the full length cupboard near the doorway. Leaving bloodstains on the floor, they mumbled, moaned and salivated as they began to magnify their movements to each other’s sexual areas, now attempting to ensure that the other woman’s orgasm occurred first. As the bundle of womanhood trembled and writhed on the floor, Annette pulled her mouth away from Jennie’s crotch and arched her back exaggeratedly, appearing to Russell as if she’d climaxed; but she managed to hold on, and, eyes clamped shut, teeth bared, swollen lips pouted, she frantically thrashed her entire body around so she faced Jennie, who was still below her. Lying flat on top of the blonde, Annette hugged her, snaking her arms around Jennie’s shoulders....to be continued.....