The closeness of their panties made it difficult to get the kind of grip they wanted on the other’s pussy hair, yet they kept at it with their pincher like finger and thumb pulling at dark brown and honey blonde pubic hairs. They could only pull a few at a time, but when they did manage to get a good grip the telling was on their faces as they contorted in expressions of anger and pain. The women in the crowd too would show their expressions of sympathy as they could theorize exactly what the two women were going thru from past experiences of their own.
Dee suddenly let out a high pitched squeal as Maureen’s fingers pulled out a small patch of fluff. Dee had a look of anguish and Maureen an expression of triumph as the fluff of honey blonde hair was thrown to the air and her hand immediately went back for another patch of her rival’s well-trimmed bush.
But, this time it was Maureen’s turn to let out a screech as Dee managed to pull out a small tuft of Maureen’s dark brown pussy hair and thru it in JT’s general direction. Her hand too went emeidaletley back into Maureen’s tight panties.
Their frustration level at not being able to get at each other’s womanhood was growing. Suddenly, a voice from the crowd yelled out, “Rip her panties off!”
Whether the idea had come to them on it’s own or it was sparked by that voice in the crowd, both Dee and Maureen started ripping away at the tight sexy material and they were both panty less within a few seconds. The rival’s stepped back from each other as if to display proudly their hairy xxxxxxxxxxs. The crowd enthusiasm grew in volume as they saw Dee’s honey colored patch and Maureen’s deep brown mound. JT’s mouth watered at the sight of womanhood God had given them.
Closing, Dee and Maureen put there left arms lightly around the others neck to keep their enemy close. They moved there right arms downward to seize the pussy hair offered below. Both had full and bushy xxxxxxxxxxs and easily got a grip on a handful and began pulling. The screams that came from them were louder than before and the women in the crowd started rooting again for their favorite.
“Snatch that bitch Dee’s twat clean Maureen!”
“Make that whore Maureen bald and sore Dee!”
The screams and cheers could be heard all throughout the crowd in the gypsy clearing. At least two or three scuffles were quickly broken up as a result of the frenzy the crowd was feeling at the sight of these two mortal enemies going at it. The two literally yanked each other around the circle of gypsies by their xxxxxxxxxx hair, first Dee then Maureen seeming to gain the advantage. Suddenly the crowd went silent as they heard two distinct tearing sounds and the girls fell back a step or two. Both opened there right hands to display the short hairs torn from the others pussy. Dropping their trophies to the dirt, the teary-eyed fighters closed once again, this time with heads on each other’s shoulders and both hands yanking pubic hair. In short order the sounds of tearing came again and both girls were flung back and went to their knees then their backs, dazed and hurting. Almost All the pubic hair surrounding their xxxxxxxxxxs was now gone! If one were to get close enough you would see their mounds were red and swollen with small grounds of curly hair here and there along the outside of sex.
Maureen rolled herself up to her knees, and finding Dee still trying to get up, lunged and her and grabbed her xxxxxxxxxx lips with both hands "Bitch, I am going to tear it off of you!" she screamed.
Dee reared up into a sitting position at this violation of her womanhood and sunk both her hands into Maureen’s equally vulnerable xxxxxxxxxx. "Not if I get yours first, whore!”
Both had hold of the fleshly lips of the vagina and the folds of the vulva and seemed to be trying to tear them off the others body. Their fingers moved constantly, trying to find ever better holds. Instead of screams, there was simply a constant moaning and crying as the combination of pain and exhaustion was taking its toll. The thin sheen of sweat on both women’s faces and bodies could be seen in the firelight as it glistened. There was a feeling in the air that made it obvious to all that this fight couldn’t last much longer. Dee and Maureen both fell to a sitting position in front of each other. Maureen jammed three fingers into Dee’s xxxxxxxxxx. Dee’ss eyes rolled and she
fell back against a bolder in the clearing. It looked like Dee would pass out and the fight would end, but she rallied herself. Maybe it was the pain, maybe it was the hatred for Maureen, but she rallied herself and jam her own fingers into Maureen’s vagina. Maureen jerked and moaned and both girls scooted away on their ass cheeks.
Dee and Maureen’s fingers and mounds were spotted with blood. Their scratching and tearing at the other’s womanhood both inside and out was taking its toll. They sat their moaning and breathing heavy for a moment. Then, they started slowly crawling toward each other. They reared up and smacked at each other missed and fell lying with their heads facing each other’s ass. They rolled over and grabbed at each other’s butt cheeks. Dee and Maureen’s teeth and finger nails tore and chewed and slashed at the others’ sexy ass. Slowly and painfully they reached a kneeling position with both still leaning over, looking like two jungle cats locked in mortal combat.
Fingers formed like claws dug at each other’s flesh leaving furrows in the other cat’s hindquarters. This continued till both women got the idea at the same time and sank their thumbs into the other’s anus and two or three fingers into their vagina. The shrieks of pain leaving the combatants brought a whole new order to the word as Dee and Maureen scratched and dug at each other’s most private areas with no reservations.
This was a fight to the finish.
This sudden realization shocked JT in his chair and he would have gotten up to separate these she-cats till he realized the crowd around him would have torn him apart.
Minutes passed as hours and the only sound coming from the women was heavy breathing and the occasional whimper as intimate flesh was clawed. Then suddenly, as if on signal, they broke apart. and regarded each other on their knees, hands at their sides and taking in great gulps of air.
Their faces were flushed and red; their bodies no longer bled from the claw marks left by their nemesis, but were crusted and covered with red streaks and blotches; the few remaining pussy hairs looked lonely as huge bare patches, like a small town devastated by a tsunami of feminine fury. They smelled of sweat and blood.
It seemed that neither could go on much longer. Who would win was still in doubt. But, no one thought of stopping the fight. They could have (and might yet) kill each and the crowd would wait and watch like spectators at a Roman gladiatorial battle.
As if with their final gasp, the women exhaled and leaned into each other again, more to keep themselves from falling over than anything else and dug the claws of both hands into each other’s womanhood. They gritted teeth with determination as they raised their faces to the night sky. Their bodies shook from this final push of exersion. The only other motion coming from them was the action of their hands as they dug into the hidden area of each other’s love canal. An eternity passed….then….almost imperceptibly at first, Dee started leaning back and a small moan started in her throat. That moan wound up into a full blown scream of horror as she realized she was loosing this battle of pain with Maureen. Dee kept leaning back till she fell backwards prone on her back, legs unintentionally spread wide. Maureen now took Dee by her xxxxxxxxxx lips and started tugging them in different directions, stretching them to their limits. Dee futilely tried to pull Maureen’s hands away, but it was no use, she was just to spent. But Maureen stopped this attack on her own. Instead she now drove her head down to Dee’s pussy and started trying to biting it! Dee was barely able to keep Maureen’s mouth at bay.
At this the women of the gypsy caravan leapt into action. It took four of them to pull Maureen off her beaten rival. As they pulled Maureen back she kicked out at Dee landing the heel of her foot squarely in Dee’s v of desire. All Dee could do as Maureen was dragged away from her was curl up in a ball rocking in agony.
Dee and Maureen were dragged into separate tents by small retinues of gypsy women. They would administer to them and decide whether they needed to send for doctors from the world outside their clan. After an hour a woman from both tents spoke to the baro. Both women would carry scars from this fight for the rest of their lives, but, after a month or two of recovery they would survive this ferocious battle.
Relieved, JT started to leave, but his friend stopped him as the baro spoke to him in low tones. His friend pulled him aside and said with a surprised expression. “You are to join Maureen in her tent. She wishes to claim her prize.
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