Blood and Dirt

[bcw8]

The pen was made of juniper posts and twisted mesquite rails.  It sat in the open sun-seared space behind the barn, treeless and grassless. The first thing you noticed was its size; too small for livestock. The second was that it had no gate.

"What's it for?" Sarah asked on her first day at the ranch. 

"Settling things," was Tim's laconic answer.  Sarah opened her mouth to ask more, then closed it.  She could tell he wasn't interested in talking about it then.  But there was something in the way he looked at her that made her think of a bed in moonlight on a warm summer night. 

The thing was, though, Tim was taken, by one of the other female ranch hands, a dark girl named Dakota. Sarah watched them walk away after dinner with a knapsack and returned after dark. Dakota undressed in the women's half of the bunkhouse as a few of the older women teased her about her "evening stroll."  Sarah mentally measured her body against Dakote's and thought about how it would feel to lie on a blanket with Tim in the evening cool. 

It was a month before Sarah was alone in the barn with Tim and put her arms around his neck and kissed him, and another week before she went walking with him at dusk while Dakota was away and came back with his seed deep inside her.  People whispered, of course.  Sarah was blonde and tanned and every bit as desirable as Dakota.  The other hands saw the storm coming.  Jill, the oldest woman among the hands at age 40, saw it most clearly.

It was late afternoon on a scorching hot day when Dakota called out Sarah.  The pen was waiting.  Both of them wore faded jeans, soft from hundreds of washes, waists that rode low on their hips and showed their hard, tanned stomachs.  Both wore boots, old leather scratched and scuffed.  Both wore white cotton t-shirts as they climbed over the weathered mesquite rail. 

It was Sarah who took hers off first, her shirt and her bra.  She gestured at Dakota, a wave of her hand that dared her to do the same.  Dakota didn't hesitate.  All the hands came to the pen to watch, Tim among them. 

Dakota said, "You fucked my man, bitch."

Sarah said, "I fucked Tim, that's true. Maybe he's not your man, though."

They were close now, face to face with hands curled into fists. 

Jill was among those present.  She thought of the times she had climbed into the small corral with another woman. "You both went in there of your own free will," she said.  "It ain't to be taken lightly.  There is something to be settled 'tween you.  See it through."

Dakota's arm flashed around, her fist into Sarah's face.  Sarah's head snapped sideways in a halo of blonde hair. She staggered.  Dakota moved with her, fluidly, and hit her again, her other fist this time, into her body. It made a sound like a hatchet sinking into soft wood.  Sarah made a sound of an animal in pain.  Dakota put both hands on her chest and shoved.  Sarah landed on her back on the sun-baked earth. 

Dakota stepped to her and stomped her low in her belly, boot heel driving down just above her jeans.  She stepped back as Sarah curled into a ball.  "Get up," Dakota said.  Her voice was like a wolf's soft snarl. 

Jill was at Tim's side.  "See how she stomped her low, in her womb?" she murmured.  "Because you put your seed there."  Tim glanced at her as Sarah slowly got to her feet. 

"This isn't my fault," he said.  "They both wanted it."

"Never said it was your fault," Jill said.  "But it's two women in there and I thought you should know what's in their minds.  We don't fight the same as men do."

Sarah ducked under Dakota's fist, moving forward and into her.  Her fist crushed a honey-brown breast, flattening it and dragging it.  Dakota's face twisted in pain. Sarah's knee pistoned up into her lower belly, and buckled her in half.  Dakota landed on hands and knees. 

"Same spot, in her womb," Jill said.  "And they stripped to the waist because they are going after each other's tits, you understand that?"  As if she heard, Sarah kicked Dakota in her chest, flipping the dark girl onto her back.  Even with darker skin, the livid welt on Dakota's breast was clear.  Sarah bent and buried her hands in black hair and dragged her rival up.  Dakota hit her to the side of her belly and below her belly button, almost down to her waistband. Sarah's head went back, her teeth clenched.

"It's instinct," Jill said. "Spoil her beauty, sure. But destroy her as a woman - that's visceral, and personal.  Ruin her tits. Rupture her ovaries, if you can."

Tim wet his lips.  Jill reached down and ran her hand over his groin.  He was swollen hard inside his jeans.  With practiced skill, she set him free.  In the corral, the two girls clinched, cheek to cheek, chest to chest. Their breasts shifted between them, nipples hard and dragging.  Their boots shuffled in the dirt. It was Sarah's face he saw first, then Dakota's as they turned. Both had tears trickling from the corners of their closed eyes. As if the corral was tilted, or some magnetic force was at work, they moved towards him, towards Jill's fingers stroking his erection. 

"Not only stallions fight for breeding rights," Jill said softly as the two rivals pressed into the rails only a few feet away.   Her words made him throb.  So did the heel of Sarah's hand under Dakota's chin, forcing her head back so that her dark hair cascaded free, so that her back arched and her perfect breasts jutted up and angled out.   

"Watch," Jill breathed in his ear and he did as Sarah's teeth sank into Dakota's flesh, as she bit deep into her titmeat.  As Dakota screamed and thrashed.  As blood ran from the corners of Sarah's mouth.  His hips jerked convulsively as Jill pumped his cock, his cum spurting to land in the dirt and running down her hand. 

Dakota pressed her thumbs into Sarah's eyes and forced the blonde girl back. She cupped her hand over the bite mark on her breast, her eyes wild with pain, then whipped that same hand in a backhand fist across Sarah's mouth.  Sarah twisted at the waist, staggering, her eyes streaming.  Jill brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean.  Most of the other hands around the corral barely noticed her in their fascination for the girlfight.  A few females did, and thought of joining her at his cock, but Jill wasn't to be trifled with.

"I bet you have more," Jill said to Tim. "A young stallion like you, watching fillies fight for him."

Dakota wrapped her arms around Sarah and lifted her and drove her down against the hard ground.  Her momentum carried her down too, and Sarah's arm around her neck drove her head into the dirt as well.  They grappled, rolling, grit sticking to their sweat.  They clawed each other's bare backs, without long nails but with fury that left scratch marks.  They broke apart and Sarah tried to stand but got no further than her knees as Dakota caught her from behind and locked an arm across her throat. 

Tim thickened again in Jill's hand as Dakota cut off Sarah's air and curled her free hand around her ribs until her fingers found her breast.   Sarah's reddish areola bulged as Dakota squeezed behind it, crushing her breast, fingers nearly disappearing into her flesh.   

"Watch," Jill said.  "She's finding her milk glands.  If she can burst those, that hurts like a man's balls being crushed."  Sarah jerked but she had no breath to scream.  Dakota twisted her breast and gripped tighter.  "Her hands are strong, that one," said Jill. "But I reckon you knew that."  Her own hand glided up and down with the sweat and cum on his renewed erection. 

Sarah jerked again.  A thin stream of fluid dribbled from her swollen nipple.

"She found one," Jill breathed.  "A small one.  Now we find out what guts Sarah has."

Sarah's elbow ripped back into Dakota's belly.  She broke the stranglehold and scrambled away, sobbing for air, sobbing in pain.  She cradled her breast.  Dakota stood slowly. 

"How's that, bitch?" the dark girl asked. "You bit my tit, you fucking animal."  The crowd watched in silence.  "You gonna quit now, you little cxnt," Dakota continued. "I hope not.  I want to fuck your tits up bad."

When Sarah took her hands away, her breast was blotched with bruises from Dakota's grip. Her nipple still oozed some oily proto-milk, pink with blood. She stood, unsteadily. 

"I don't quit, not any fight, 'specially not to you," she said.   

Dakota stepped into her, swinging at her head, but Sarah blocked it with her arm and hit Dakota in her abs, before circling away.  Dakota pursued her, missed again, and took a knee into her belly. 

"She's got grit," Jill said, as Sarah rammed her knee low into Dakota's belly again.  "But Dakota, her core is hard.  Reckon you know that too." Tim made no reply.  This woman was old enough to be his mother, but her hand on his cock was now relentlessly skillful. She had him on the edge and kept him there.  A third knee to her ovary dropped Dakota to her knees, her face twisted in pain.

Sarah wrapped dark hair around her left hand and drove her right fist into Dakota's chest.  She crushed the dark girl's tits against her rib cage over and over, her arm pistoning back and forth to pound her knuckles into her rival.  When she let go, Dakota slumped forward onto her hands and knees.  Her breasts dripped sweat into the dirt, sweat mixed with blood.   

"I'm sure you spread your seed on both their chests," Jill said.  His cock throbbed in her hand.  "They know. They know if you liked to be between her tits then you also did it to the other.  The better woman has the better tits, yeah?"

Sarah gripped Dakota's hair again.  She dog-walked her to the fence and pulled her up. She was going to ram Dakota's tits into the top rail - but Dakota twisted and broke her grip and took her hair and arm and did it to her instead.  The rough mesquite wood crushed the blonde's breasts and jabbed splinters of its grain into her.  A few of the ranch hands close to them turned away as Dakota threw her weight on Sarah.  Only the men, though. The women stayed. 

Dakota pulled back Sarah's head.  Her own battered breasts were pressed against the blonde's back, her boots dug into the dirt.  The top halves of Sarah's breast bulged over the rail crushing their lower hemispheres. Her nipples were just above it.  Her arms hung over it.  Her damaged breast briefly spurted fluid from the ruptured gland through her swollen nipple. 

"Fuckin' hell," moaned one of the watchers. 

No one watched Jill and Tim now. She knelt at his feet and opened her shirt and lifted her breasts from her bra as she took his cock in her mouth. He stared down at her breasts, no longer young but full and still erotic.  She made him cum in seconds as Sarah screamed. 

Sarah found the rail with her hands.  Her shoulders and arms went rigid with lean muscle as she pushed with all her ravaged strength to lift herself.  Dakota surged against her back and drove her down into the wood again as her hands slipped off.  This time Sarah couldn't even scream.  This time, Dakota reached around her belly and tore open the top button and the fly of her jeans. 

Jill swallowed the last pulse from Tim and stood to watch. 

Dakota forced her fingers into Sarah's panties and then into her pussy as she ground her tits into the wood.  She let the blonde's head loll forward.  Sarah no longer resisted.  Her mind was gone, lost in the hell of her pain. 

"You finish the other woman with your claw in her cxnt," said Jill.  "So she won't fuck your man again."

Dakota dragged Sarah off the fence at last.  She left her in the center of the corral, face up.  The sun bore down on the wreckage of her face and body. 

Dakota came to Tim. She was not much better, but she was on her feet and her beaten breasts would heal. 

"You did good, honey," said Jill.

Dakota nodded.  "Like you taught me... mama."

[Tangocash1234]

Fantastic story. Loved the erotic catfight commentary from Jill as the girls battled for Tim's cock.

[MorgansMind]

Chefs kiss. Amazing story

[Rocko23]

Such a hot fight and nice twist at the end lol. You are a master

[SDSfemfan]

Show pics of them......

[bcw8]

Dakota grinds Sarah's breasts on the rail as she opens her jeans and attacks her pussy.

[bcw8]

The blonde slumps, unconscious, as Dakota savagely punishes her.

[CuriousCombat]

Oh wow! Nice. You are really multi talented.

[JT Edson]

Holy smokes, what a great story. Good stuff!

[JT Edson]