This is the start of a new series, a collaboration between myself and PJS. We hope you like it. It is a retelling of my first story Beach Bitch Brawl from a male point of view. As always feedback is most welcome. I want to thank PJS for agreeing to write this with me and the wonderfully talented Laurie Breeze for her helpful comments. There will be more chapters, PJS and I have about 3 more written up and we will (time permitting) post more later on.
I smiled as I looked round, I loved Chicago's beaches. Anytime from mid spring to fall, there were always families, couples, singles all having fun. I lived just a walk- yes a longish walk - from some of the Rogers Park beaches. I often walked to one of them, it really didn't matter which, they were all good. But today I'd taken my sailboard along and had a good morning's exercise. Now that I'd had my workout I'd have a different sort of fun. I planted my ass in the sand, and watched the sun bunnies running around without their winter layers. I love it, hundreds of half naked women passing by for my enjoyment. So much variety, Chinese, Hispanics, Anglos, blondes, brunettes, redheads, some in bikinis, some in t shirts and bottoms, some in single piece bathers. And what made it so good was that so many of them knew they were on parade, eye candy for the watching men. And many of them were just as open in appraising us guys too. " Yes" I thought, " that makes this beach so good." I lay back remembering.
But it wasn't all young hotties. I watched some kids playing with a beach ball at the water's edge. My smile widened, they were having so much fun. They were small I don't think they were school age yet, they were throwing the ball around, hitting it to each other, giggling at each other as they made the ball skim along the little waves.
The wind changed, blowing the ball into deeper water. The kids were heartbroken, they stared at the ball as it bounced over the waves, they looked as if they were about to cry They were too young, too timid to swim out and get the ball themselves, that is if they could swim much at all. I was about to go and rescue the ball - I couldn’t see the kids’ parents when a brunette in a T-shirt and bikini bottoms did so.
"It's ok kids, I'll grab your ball," she said, wading in. None of the other women had shown her initiative, none of the others was prepared to help the kids. That alone marked her out for me. But yes there were other reasons to mark her out, she had nothing on under her T shirt and her full breasts shook and her ass jiggled with every stride I was almost disappointed when she dived under a wave and started swimming. Almost, because her powerful strong stroke impressed me, here was a real swimmer. She got to the ball caught it and swam back , dribbling the ball along as if she was playing water polo. She stood up, handing the ball back to one of the kids who ran back to a man lying on the beach. “Daddy, the lady gave us back the ball, she said I should give it to you so it doesn’t blow away again.” The kid ran back to his friends or siblings at the water’s edge.
I watched as the brunette walked back to her friends -three other girls lying on towels and picked up a book. I looked at her as she lay on her back; she was a little plump, curvy. I smiled, she was kind to get the kid's ball, no one else had done so. That was the way to stand out in the meat market that this beach was, to show you are good natured and helpful; sweet as well as cute; I'd have liked to buy the babe a drink and if it worked out date her.
She got up, for a moment I thought she had seen me smile at her for she walked in my direction, I waved sketchily- I didn't want to be too obvious. But she stopped and spoke with the kid’s father He was thanking her and she was chatting with him. I smiled again; perhaps I'd get a chance to meet her afterwards.
I blinked with surprise; she had pushed the beach ball away from next to where the man sat on a towel, surrounded by the stuff families bring to a beach, and sat down herself next to him. He looked as surprised as I was Perhaps he had invited her to chat; he had children, perhaps he was a single father, I hoped not, I wanted to chat with the brunette. As I watched the brunette and the man talk for a few moments I realised I’d been wrong; she wasn’t just chatting; she was flirting shamelessly, giggling and glancing at him, then looking away, she even brushed her hand on his arm once or twice.
But no, the guy wasn’t a single father, his wife was around, she appeared a few moments just after the brunette sat down. She was a slim slight blonde- not enough curves for me. She stood, her arms on her hips, mouthing off.At first I couldn’t hear what she said, she was hissing quietly her body language showed how angry she was. The brunette she leapt to her feet and stared back just as angrily.
The two women stood glaring, the wife looked stupid, she was carrying ice creams. I took in the two women; the plump brunette, her hair hanging in strands, the tips of which were still damp from her swim in rescuing the ball, her boobs within the t shirt heaving as she breathed heavily; the skinny, slight blond, her short, bobbed hair dry and brushed neatly, she was wiry, little fat anywhere , but a good deal of muscle on her taut calves and biceps. The two women were so different. The brunette if anything overweight and despite her prowess in swimming looking unfit, the blonde lean and lean rather than skinny, appeared to be the sort who went to the gym every day.
"The place is taken. I'm here!” the brunette snarled.
"You fat whore. Just look at you, you bitch! Can't get a man yourself so you try to take someone else's." She scoffed. "Slut!"
I thought the brunette would mumble something and walk off, and then there would be my chance. The brunette didn't deserve the aggression that the wife was dishing out.
I gasped. The brunette had slapped the wife, she followed it with a punch. The blonde wife took to her heels dropping the ice creams as the brunette ran after her. The skinny wife ran, dodging people- kids and adults alike, most of whom stood gaping as the brunette chased her. I think we were all too amazed at what was happening to do anything.
I followed a bit more leisurely -I wanted to see the action – the brunette cornered the blonde near the car park. The blonde tried to defend herself, she launched a punch but the brunette just pounded her. Avoiding her foe’s move, she grabbed at the blonde’s hair, pulling the smaller woman close. She rammed her knee into the blonde’s middle. It was all over, the little blonde wife crumpled, she had hardly got a blow in. I noticed when she came back to the beach to collect her stuff the poor woman had wet her pants. I'd been rooting for the wrong person, the brunette was a bully; she’d taken the blonde apart on a crowded beach in front of all these people. I suppose it was over too quickly for anyone to register what was happening, too quickly even for the husband to interfere. It wasn’t much of a fight. The blonde didn’t show any real resistance.
The brunette strode arrogantly back to the beach, head high, queening it. She looked from side to side, daring people to criticise, fixing one or two people who looked askance at her with a glare till they looked away.
She sauntered up to the husband and had a few words with him but he who did the right thing, all but ignoring her and going off to find his kids.
"Yeah queen bitch" I muttered. And yet, if I were honest, I'd always found queen bitches- dominant women - so hot, so sexy. I tried to tell myself this bitch was just a bully, but she made me more than hot, she made me uncomfortable -and not just because I was so hard in my shorts. She made me feel weak, more than that she made me want to be weak, weak in her presence. I shook myself; this bitch was a bully I was not going to see again.
And yet again, I was surprised the blonde didn’t fight back. Why, I wondered had a fit, strong looking woman just fled the scene, why when she was cornered did she just go to water? I smirked at my own joke. But when I saw her return and gather up her children I realised why- she didn’t want to fight in front of them.
The brunette strutted back to her friends, her attitude, the confidence she exuded, the glares she bestowed on anyone who came in her way let everyone know she had humiliated the blonde wife. She didn’t need to say anything.
The wife came back, red faced, she and her husband hurriedly packed up their belongings, collected their children and went off. Their day had been ruined.
The brunette sat down with her friends, picked up her book and resumed reading as if nothing had happened. Sure she glanced over at the blonde and her family more than once or twice; I was sure she was reminding the blonde of her victory.
I kicked myself, how could I have been so wrong about a person; I'd thought the brunette was a great girl when she went to help the kids, but she was just a bully. I shrugged my shoulders, she was hot, she was sexy. I tried to tell myself she wasn’t worth my time. Still there was that niggle, I was still hard. Well, I'd got to watch women fighting - something I enjoyed.
Yes, there was that: my guilty little secret! I lay back on my towel and closed my eyes. I felt guilty for getting so turned on watching that arrogant... sexy... strapping...brunette bully beat up that wimpy little wife. I groaned. What I really would have liked to have seen was the voluptuous brunette matched against a more worthy opponent.
After the blonde and her family had left the brunette lay back on her towel, reading, talking to her friends. I looked over at her; yes again I felt guilty but to see her even in repose lying there, reading, was a turn on. She had a 1940's figure- like Jane Russell or one of the film noir femme fatales- and didn't they get the guys into trouble in those movies. And I could see the brunette leading men into trouble. I was sure she had that arrogance, that presence, that force that would drive a man to obey her against his better judgement; she'd sure got that father into trouble, he'd be sleeping on the couch tonight. I wondered what sort of trouble I'd get into if I knew her more.
My reverie was interrupted by a giggle and I sat bolt upright and blinked my eyes open. There in front of me was this unnervingly beautiful, physically perfect, tall blonde. One of those girls you would think had been airbrushed if you didn't see her in the flesh: slim, yet toned and athletic, with seemingly impossibly full, firm breasts above her trim waist and svelte hips. She wore her skimpy white string bikini like a swimsuit model.
With a jolt I realised that she had been giggling at the tent pole in my swim shorts.
"Hey babe" she said smirking "Is that a gun in your pocket?"
"No." I returned with a grimace "I'm just happy to see you!" and we both laughed at the corny joke. I drank in her slim legs and sexy feet as she stood above me. I stood up and looked into her eyes. Her face was perfect...too perfect. I'd known girls like this before and they were generally trouble. Maybe that was just my experience...she was certainly friendly enough. She was so beautiful. I felt my prick throb for her. "I'm glad to meet you. Pete." I said extending my hand.
Her hand was slim and soft and cool as it slipped into mine "So glad I bumped into you" she drawled sexily and laughed as I flinched at the thought of bumping into her "I'm Kelly. My close friends call me Kellycat."
"May I call you Kellycat?" I smiled with what I hoped passed for self assurance and she pouted.
"Maybe one day" she said softly, cocking an exquisite eyebrow appraisingly or was it mockingly? "If you play your cards right." she purred.
It had taken her precisely one minute to gain complete control of me. I was putty in her hands and she knew it. Then, she delivered her coup de`grace: taking a small notebook from her beach bag she scribbled briefly; tore out a page and handed it to me "I have to go now. Call me." she ordered and with a final mocking smile turned and walked off slowly. I swallowed hard as I watched her perfect form sashay off into the distance, the proud shoulders held erect, her tight ass, her killer legs. She looked as good from behind as she did from the front.
"And doesn't she know it." I sighed as I sat down. There was no doubt I would call her - no doubt to be toyed with! "Kellycat with Pete, her latest ball of wool." I mused. I shuddered. The arrogance. The self assurance. Could anybody take that away from her? I chuckled. Maybe the voluptuous, bully girl brunette could! I pictured the brutal brunette straddling Kellycat, her sexy feet kicking the sand helplessly as all her pride was beaten out of her until she begged for mercy. "Mhmm" I thought "The brunette is the one for me. Give me her spunk and aggression any day. Perfect princesses like the blonde don't fight: they don't have to, they hold court. Nevertheless I closed my eyes again to the pleasant fantasy of 'my' sexy brunette straddling and conquering the arrogant blonde princess.
It must have been a good two hours later when I saw the brunette again, less than forty yards from me wading out of the water.By that time the beach had changed its character; it always did in late afternoon. All the families pack up and go between three and four and leave the beach to 20 and 30 somethings. Sometimes bikers have beach parties; often there are bands or other live entertainment; often there are some scuffles, even the occaisional full on fight; always the bars get packed, always the meat market hots up; lots of my friends have scored more than once; there's always something going on.
The brunette was wringing wet, her t-shirt clung to her body, showing all her curves- and that she still had nothing on underneath, her long hair hung down. She was hot! I was ready to forgive her bullying the wimpy blonde wife - after all, I didn't know what the women had said, perhaps the wife had challenged her, perhaps she had insulted her. Like a prowling panther, the brunette proudly stalked up the sand, her full breasts bouncing slightly with each step. She wasn't just hot, she was queen bitch, alpha female and she was making sure everyone on the beach knew it.
Then I saw Kelly, carrying a drink and walking briskly along the beach, her head down; she wasn’t looking where she was going. Maybe the sun was in her eyes if she looked straight ahead. I was about to sing out to her for she was headed straight for the brunette. I was too late; Kelly collided with the brunette; her drink splashed down the brunette's back.
The brunette spun round, glaring at Kelly. "What are you doing? You watch where you are going!" I saw her clench her fists. She clearly expected Kelly to apologise. And I guess she was right, Kelly should have kept a better lookout.
But no, Kelly stared back at the brunette.
I sized them up, I’d seen them both before, I’d talked with Kelly, I’d seen the brunette flirt with the kids’ father and beat up their mother. But now I had a chance to compare them. I guessed they were about the same age - perhaps the brunette was a year or two older, Kelly clad in her skimpy white bikini was about 5ft 8, the brunette wearing a t-shirt and bikini bottoms a couple of inches shorter. Both were big breasted. Kelly was blonde and slim; maybe too slim for my liking, I liked curvy full bodied women. And yes the brunette was curvy full bodied perhaps a bit too plump, even – especially compared to Kelly - a little chubby, but then her voluptuous body made Kelly look even skinnier. Still both were hot, sexy women.
Kelly’s tone was just as sharp as the brunette's. "Hey you settle down! There's no reason to be bitchy it was an accident."
"Yes" I thought, "but you should apologise, you both should have been looking out, but it's your drink that's all over the brunette and it’s you who had your head lowered. You should have been keeping a better lookout, no one expects someone to crash into their side, though” I smiled, relishing the thought, “I’d not mind if you or the brunette had crashed into me, drink or no drink.”
The brunette flushed, her hands clenched, she glared at Kelly; her voice was soft, contrasting with her body language. "Well hey I m not bitchy. I just asked you to be more careful."
I thought “No, that may be what you asked, but it’s not what you expected: an alpha bitch like you expects people to make way for them.”
Kelly looked evenly at the brunette.
The brunette raised her voice, her boobs rose and fell inside the tight t shirt. "Why are you glaring at me like it's my fault? It was yours - you weren't looking where you were going"
The brunette sneered, "Stupid rude slut." She stepped closer to Kelly, till they were standing with less and a foot separating their breasts. She glared at Kelly, her fists clenched, her body taut. Her voice and her body language told the same story, she expected Kelly to back down, to apologise abjectly, yes to eat crow. And if Kelly didn’t then the brunette was spoiling for a fight. Yes, I was right; the brunette was an alpha female, used to getting her own way. And yes, she was a bully, she had picked on the skinny wife before, she had made her squirm, she had made the poor woman wet herself; now she was itching to pick on Kelly.
I thought Kelly showed more spunk than brains, the brunette was solid; she looked tough, strong, as if she had been victorious in many fights before. Compared to her Kelly who was slight. One solid punch from the brunette and Kelly would be reeling.
"Don't call me names," the brunette hissed. Kelly smiled wryly. The brunette repeated herself. "Don't call me names. First of all," she shook her finger at Kelly, "it is your fault. It is you who walked into me. And second," her finger stabbed forward, coming within an inch of Kelly's face, "you called me a bitch before I could say anything. You have a real problem."
I snapped a photo of the scene with my cell phone.
”I did not,” replied Kelly, a little more calmly; she was angry but had not totally lost her control. I wondered when - not if - Kelly would back down. Sure she was feisty, but the brunette’s arrogance, her commanding presence, the power she exuded, would make most women wilt. But no, Kelly spoke " I just said you were bitchy but I'll say it now: you are a bitch! What's more you look like a drunken whore from some wet t-shirt competition that lost in the first round."
I chuckled, Kelly sure had a turn of phrase; and she was right, the brunette had tats on her arms, her t shirt jiggled as her breasts rose and fell. Close up now she looked a little cheap facing the tall, slender, wonderfully imperious Kelly; who promptly went on " Look at those nipples poking out, you're getting hot for something aren't you bitch?"
The brunette glanced down at her jiggling t-shirt; her cheeks flushed a deeper red, she glanced round the growing crowd. Kelly had nailed her, she knew it, she knew the crowd knew it and she was even more furious. Her voice dripped with venom "Stuff you, wake up to yourself you stupid girl and get out of my way or I'll move you out of my way." She stepped forward, standing perhaps three inches from Kelly, eyeballing her.
.
"Go ahead and try." Kelly remained outwardly cool. I thought she was smarter than the brunette- she was way ahead on her comments. Kelly caught my eye, she flashed a quick smile and I smiled back my approval of her ballsy stand.
The brunette glanced around again. She didn't seem the type to lose face. No, she was an aggressive, pushy, queen bitch. And she had a right to be angry. Kelly had caused the whole situation. I smiled, I was glad she had, the scene was hot, it was sure to get hotter. The brunette pushed forward, clapped her hands on Kelly's shoulders and said in that same cold voice, "Now kindly fuck off."
I snapped my second photo.
"No way!" Kelly retorted. My cock throbbed as she copied the brunette's move; putting her hands on the brunette's shoulders and shoving back. The brunette staggered, she slipped in the sand, before digging her feet in hard and pushed back, she put her weight into it, straining, her calf muscles showed. Her face turned bright red as she forced Kelly back, one step. Kelly tried to push back, she failed, the brunette forced her back a few more steps. Kelly hissed, she growled, the brunette forced her back another few steps. The brunette's weight- and perhaps her strength - told. The brunette cackled, a deep belly laugh, her tummy shook. She was such a turn on. She was going to completely destroy the arrogant Kelly in front of my eyes. Kelly's exquisite arrogance had meant she couldn't back down to the bigger girl so now she was going to be taken apart in a way I was sure she never had been before. And 'my' hot brunette was going to do that to her! I shook my head, I'd just had a vision of the brunette straddling me after conquering Kelly, riding me like a horse, her hands slapping my butt. Me, her slave. I couldn't let my fantasies take over or I'd stain my shorts!
I tried to focus on something else and looked from one girl to the other. The brunette was as aggressive I had hoped, but she had been a helpful woman to those kids. She was a queen bitch – like all alphas generous to those who knew their place. Those who crossed her needed to watch out. And it looked like Kelly was going to be the next victim. Whatever, I shrugged, the brunette was aggressive and domineering. I bet she would be a hot fuck. A voluptuous brunette controlling me, riding me, making me her slave. Most men might have preferred Kelly; not I, not then, even though I already had Kelly’s phone number and our earlier eye contact suggested I might be in pole position to pick up the pieces with her after her defeat. I looked around the crowd, there didn't seem to be anyone in particular there with her. She was on her own. She'd left me hanging earlier just to tantalize me! Controlling bitch. Well, you're about to get your comeuppance now, I thought. You will be so sexy to fuck, broken and crying after the brunette is finished with you. The vision of the brunette crowded Kelly out, with a hot flush I realized I didn't want the callow, defeated blonde at all, I wanted the brunette, using me to pleasure herself after her victory!
Kelly tried to knee the brunette who stepped back, Kelly's knee pounded the brunette's thigh.
"Who's smiling now?" Kelly smirked.
"Well," I thought, "at least you can fight back, but how long will you last?" I still didn’t give her much chance of beating the heavier, stronger looking brunette.
"Fuck you slut", the brunette replied, spitting in Kelly's eyes and slapping her face. She then slammed her body against Kelly's.
Kelly squealed, she yanked the brunette's bottoms up giving her enemy a wedgie. And again she flashed a quick smile at me. I didn't care.” Stupid, precious spoiled bitch. Do you think you're in some slap and giggle catfight and all you have to do is give her a wedgie to win? Boy are you in for a shock, sweetheart. It's going to be so good watching her beat your ass black and blue.”
"Damn you bitch" the brunette pushed again, she caught Kelly in a bear hug, digging her nails in the slimmer girl's back, tearing the skin, beads of blood opened in the furrows her nails left. She squeezed her enemy hard.
“Mhmm. That's it! Nice! Take it to her.” I cheered the brunette on. Kelly retaliated, pushing at the brunette's shoulders, then worming her hands down to the brunette's boobs, clawing them, tearing the brunette's t shirt. "Fuck!" I muttered and took another photo.
"It will take more than that you squealing blonde," the brunette retorted. She snaked a leg behind Kelly's left leg; she shoved hard. Kelly staggered, the brunette pushed harder, she strained, Kelly, desperate to keep her footing, dug her fingers into the brunette's back. The brunette retaliated in kind. She shoved again, Kelly wailed, she almost lost her balance. She grabbed at, she clawed, the brunette's tits, ripping the bigger girl's t shirt. I'd forgotten that though the brunette was bigger, heavier- yes fatter- than Kelly, she was shorter than Kelly until the brunette shoved again, then bobbed her head down and up, head butting Kelly.
"Wham bam that's right bitch you're sprawled on your back on the sand, just where a blonde belongs. You tore my shirt from top to bottom, bloody useless now. I'll get you for that" The wanton brunette didn't even try to cover her naked breasts as her t shirt hung from her shoulders. I snapped two more pictures; one of Kelly sprawled on the sand, one of the nearly naked brunette as her magnificent breasts swung freely.
I am sure every man’s eyes were focused on them. They were ripe, well shaped, heavy, again there was this vision of her riding me as I fondled and stroked them.
The brunette dropped to her knees, straddling Kelly, slapping her face. "I'm going to smash you, you little whore."
I snapped my sixth photo on my cell, the solid brunette crouching over the slim squirming blonde. The brunette exuding power. Kelly still defiant - for how much longer I wondered. I wanted her to fight back, I wanted the fight to continue. My cock throbbed painfully. I wanted the brunette to keep pounding Kelly, yes at that stage I didn't care for the rights or wrongs, it was a blood sport, a primal struggle for power. It was a struggle I wanted the brunette to win.
Kelly punched hard and fast at the brunette who rolled away. Kelly got to her feet first, closed in, then punched the brunette's face, drawing blood from the bigger girl's lips. "I going to beat you back, you fat bitch" she hissed. The brunette was slower, Kelly had it over her in speed as well as brains.
The brunette circled, Kelly charged, she landed another punch on the brunette's cheek, the brunette groaned, she grappled with Kelly. Kelly clawed the brunette's ass. The brunette squeezed Kelly in another bear hug. Kelly struggled, ineffectively. That was my seventh photo. "Go on, squeeze her, crush her!"I cheered the brunette on. She had the fight as good as won!
Then Kelly bit the brunette's shoulder, her teeth clung then as she jerked her head came away with a piece of flesh. She spat the flesh out and looked at me, smiling. I blanched, squeamish at her savagery. My mouth opened as my jaw sagged limply. Kelly flashed me another smile and again cocked her eyebrow. Kelly was clearly enjoying the fight and may had even deliberately provoked it!
I thought back to the collision between the two girls that had started it all. It seemed unreal that Kelly hadn't seen the brunette. In which case had Kelly set this all up-right in front of where I was sitting-to impress me? Or just to get off on it herself? Or both? Had Kelly seen the earlier altercation involving the brunette and known that she would be up for it? Had Kelly come to the beach, in her skimpy bikini, just to pick a catfight with another girl? It seemed impossible. Girls as polite and attractive as Kelly didn't deliberately get into catfights. Right?
Kelly clapped her hands on the brunette's shoulders. The stouter woman howled as she she was pushed back. Kelly stepped free, her bikini top and the brunette's bottoms slid to the sand. The brunette was naked. Kelly's breasts were on beautiful display. She fired three punches at the brunette's soft fat belly. The brunette doubled, staggered back.
The two women stood their ground breathing hard. I snapped another photo. Kelly's firm little fists pounding the brunette's soft full belly, her grim visage as she struggled against her bigger foe, seemingly sinking the punches in to her wrists.
Two alpha bitches.
Kelly's vicious bite had changed the battle. The bite was a dirty move, just as dirty as her knee shot to the brunette's cxnt. I smiled.
A face in the crowd called out. ""Look at the udders on that big brunette; she had the fight almost won 'til the blonde bit her. She'll cream the blonde yet. God I'd like to fuck her when she has.
The brunette rubbed her nipples- they were standing out proudly
"Look at the udders on my bully." I muttered. The guy was right She had the fight almost won 'til the bite. I still wanted her to cream Kelly. Then I'll fuck her raw.
The brunette wincked at the guy in the crowd, a stocky, solid thickset man average height, in his late twenties. He winked back.
I kicked the sand, he had said what I'd been thinking - I'd wanted to get in her pants after she won. And she'd winked at him! Asshole! I sized him up. Big and strong but dumb as dogshit. I could take him, no sweat. The bitch would love two guys fighting over her. But he had a bunch of guys with him and they probably wouldn't take kindly to me duffing him up and taking the prize. There were too many of them.
I'll play it safe and flirt with Kelly rather than calling for the bully. But hey, Kelly's putting up a hell of a fight. Maybe she can even... pull off a victory. Besides, she already has her eyes on me.
"Fat girl's tiring. my moneys on the blonde." Came another voice from the crowd..” She's in better condition. She's one hot slut"
"They are both hot sluts." The stocky guy chuckled.
"What about a gangbang when it's all over?" A third voice joined. The crowd cheered.
The dumb guy yelled over the collected voices. "I'm first."”He looked straight at the brunette.
The brunette winked at him again. She rubbed her tits. What sort of slutty trash was this? I didn't want to date a woman who wanted strangers to gangbang her. I looked at Kelly, her face so beautiful and utterly determined. She kept her eyes focused on the brunette. She was disgusted with her bigger rival. I wondered ifthe brunette really bitten off more than she can chew? Then I laughed as I recalled that Kelly had been the only one to do any biting so far.
Kelly was ruthless and she clearly loved this fight.
The brunette charged, seizing Kelly's right arm in both her own, running round in a circle forcing Kelly to follow, turning her. The brunette ran faster, panting. She let Kelly go. Kelly staggered. The brunette dived, tackling her rival. The two crashed to the ground. They rolled on the ground, punching each other. The brunette fought her way to the top, she punched Kelly's face. The brunette was again winning, she’d recovered from Kelly’s bite.
But Kelly wasn’t finished. She hammered her foe, forcing the brunette off her with several blows to the belly. Kelly seemed to have found her enemy’s weak spot, that plump gut. "Oh yes,” I murmured seeing Kelly's fists strike the flabby stomach hard. "Oh yes you rock Kelly!" Just then I didn't really care who won, I just wanted to see the fight continue till one or the other was totally victorious.
The two scrambled to their feet. Again the brunette attacked, she was still taking it to Kelly, Kelly was again reacting to the brunette. I still hoped for a brunette victory." As long as Kelly lets you call the shots, you’ll win, you just have to keep the initiative” I thought. The brunette pushed forward punching to her left, flinging herself to her right. Kelly had read her enemy's attack plan, kneeing her hard in the belly. The brunette staggered, clutching her wounded gut. She looked winded. Kelly clutched the brunette's leg, twisting it, throwing her down on the sand. I took another photo as the brunette lay on the sand, her legs out kicking, keeping Kelly at bay. Suddenly the fight had changed, Kelly had attacked and damaged her enemy.
The brunette rolled and got to her feet. "Yes, " I muttered, willing her on "you might have lost that round but you’re not letting that bother you. Be that alpha bitch!" I looked again. The two women stood glaring at each other, panting, sweating, breathing heavily. The brunette’s belly heaved, her face was swollen from Kelly’s punches, her shoulder still oozed blood from the bite. Kelly didn’t look nearly as tired. The brunette had met another alpha, another queen bitch and this was going to be a struggle for supremacy to the bitter end, neither would give in till she had to. I clicked another picture.
"Worn out are you? You ought to lose some weight", Kelly taunted, "when I've finished you off you can go to a gym." Kelly was right. The brunette was all but worn out.
The brunette attacked, Kelly met her. They crashed shoulder to shoulder. They shoved and pushed for a moment, again the brunette's weight told. She pushed Kelly back. The two fell on the sand. Again they rolled. Again the brunette pushed her way to the top and straddled her enemy."You slut you're done!" She punched Kelly's face.
Kelly didn't buckle. She fought back, she'd been down before, she'd been on her back three times or more; that would have put most women out of it. But not Kelly.
Still, the brunette was on top, slapping Kelly's face, pushing it from side to side. "Now you gonna give in?" She tried to seize Kelly's arm. Kelly eluded her. Kelly punched the brunette's belly. The brunette responded by groping for Kelly's arm, she got it but Kelly jerked the limb free.
Time for another photo. Kelly's bare tits were tanned evenly, just like the rest of her, she looked great. The brunette's body was pale. I guess it didn't get as much sun.
The brunette's body heaved, she gasped for air; there was almost no gas left in her tank. But she was still trying to control Kelly.
"No way bitch." Kelly threw more face punches.the brunette , almost knocking the brunette from her straddle. She kept punching, aiming most of her blows at the gut. The brunette tried parrying the blows without much success. She gasped, she fought for breath, she struggled to maintain her position.
Seizing her moment, Kelly rolled, tipping the brunette off her. The brunette crashed heavily to the sand, rolled away and began to rise.
She was too slow. Kelly was on her feet by the time the brunette had got to her knees. Kelly darted in, kneeing the brunette under her chin. The brunette sprawled back on the sand. Before she could rise Kelly stomped on the brunette's belly. The brunette shrieked. Kelly straddled her. The brunette clawed at her enemy's tits. Kelly roared, I guess she knew she had won at that point. She tore at the brunette's breasts. She laughed as she bounced her ass up and down on the brunette's belly, every bounce squeezing more air out of the desperately struggling bully's lungs.
And I remembered how desperate and defiant that skinny wife had been. She'd thought the brunette had been trying to steal her husband. At the time I thought she was stupid, that the brunette was just chatting, but perhaps not. No the brunette was a queen bitch, she expected to get what she wanted, and I remembered her attitude, her body language as she chatted with the husband, she was more than flirting with him. That was why the husband was so short with her after she demolished his wife. And she had demolished his wife, brutally, forcefully, she had humiliated her, squashed her like some bug beneath her foot. That was no way to treat any mother in front of her kids. No, the brunette was a bitch, a queen bitch yes, an alpha bitch yes but first and foremost a bitch.
I snapped my tenth picture.
Fuck you" the brunette panted, "Fuck you." She tried pushing Kelly's hands away from her tits. She failed. She lashed out desperately trying to punch Kelly. Kelly deflected the strike.
I was starting to root louder for Kelly.
The brunette's feet scrabbled in the sand. She tried to bridge to push Kelly off. She failed. Kelly bounced up and down on the brunette's belly, she swung punches.
"No, no, no, ok no more I can’t take it stop it, please, oh no more please". The brunette started to cry. The bully had met her match.
And I knew I'd been right when I'd thought Kelly had played her enemy.
Kelly twisted the brunette's tits, pulled her up by her shoulders, slammed her into the sand and took a final bounce on her belly. "Sorry slut. You just don't have what it takes."
She stood up. We all cheered.
The brunette lay on the sand groaning, Kelly looked around the crowd, she smiled."Part your legs you sniveling slut, show just how much of a whore you are to all these people here." She turned again to the crowd, then acted like she heard the bully say somthing. "Did you say something whore? Did you?" She raised her leg as if to stamp on the brunette's belly again.
"No." the brunette wheezed. "I didn't say anything."
"Well as I was saying," Kelly continued. “there was a break in the fight and some guy said he'd like to fuck the brunette and someone else said that she'd be in a gangbang. I'm sure lots of you saw how this dumb slut took her eyes off the fight for a moment. But did you see the light in her eyes? Tell them slut! Tell them you were turned on by that, that you would like a gangbang. Oh, I know you were thinking of a victory fuck but it didn't come off, did it? Your cxnt's wet, isn't it you stupid bitch?" she paused and then stomped on the brunette's belly.
The beaten bully bellowed.
"Part your legs and answer me slut, tell them your pussy's wet."
"Yes it is."
I wondered how often she had spread her legs, she was trash, even in defeat she was a slut.
"Smile slut," Kelly commanded "Smile for the cameras and don't move a muscle."
"Here you." she spoke to someone in the crowd "When I say now I want you to take a picture. Make sure you get both the whore and me in the pic. I want everyone to know who she is" She stomped on the brunette's belly again. "Now" she said as the brunette shrieked. "This will be on the web tonight, whore"
The topless Kelly with her foot planted in the naked woman's belly in a classic victory pose. I took a picture myself. It's still my screensaver. The brunette had gone from queen bitch to sobbing trash, in what, I looked at my phone, was less than fifteen minutes.
Kelly looked round, as if she was sizing up the crowd, seeing how far they would let her go. We were on her side. The brunette had started the fight, she had lost. She deserved whatever Kelly wanted to dish out. "I want four guys to help me" Kelly addressed the crowd again and selected her volunteers. I smiled when I saw one of the volunteers, - one of those selected was the stocky guy. Kelly just had to have realized that this guy had been cheering for the brunette, that the brunette as good as offered to fuck him after the fight and now Kelly had chosen him to help her humiliate the vanquished slut. Yes Kelly was a ruthless bitch. She was grinding the brunette up. You could smell the brunette's terror. "Each of you grab an arm or a leg and lift her up, Throw her in the surf. Pick her up again and throw her back in a few times. She needs cleaning up. She is so filthy with sand and dried blood and muck on her".
Laughing, the men did so. They tossed the brunette into the air when they were about chest deep in the water. They let her fall into the water, her wail was cut off when she went under. The guys laughed, they repeated their trick twice. Then Kelly gave them new orders. "Right lift her up, carry her up to the tables near the car park and lie her there with her fat butt in the air. Carry her face down. I want everyone to see that fat gut and those big tits flopping."
I captured it on my cell. Kelly was playing the brunette, she was playing the audience too.
"No. Please no more..." the brunette whined.
"Take it slut" Kelly hissed. "I know you, I know you've done all this and worse to other women. It’s just that today you met a better woman.” She grabbed the brunette's long hair, pulling her head up "Look around. You look at all these people. This is a day you won't forget ever!"
Kelly had the men throw the brunette onto a concrete picnic table butt up, her legs dangling over the table. She slapped the brunette's ass with a sneaker."Count and say thank you each time slut or you'll be worse off then you are now!"
"One, thank you, ouch, two thank you, oh shit ouch three thank you." The brunette squealed with pain as Kelly continued. "Oh, ah oh hell no it hurts so, four thank you. Five fuck it, thank you"
I got another photo.
"Listen to her, what a weak slut she is" Kelly cackled. She finished after fifteen slaps. The brunette quaked, and by then we all knew, it wasn't just with fear, oh no the bitch was shivering with lust. She was turned on. How often had this once queen bitch dished it out? Well now she was getting it instead. And she loved it! Oh yes you could see that. She just loved what Kelly was doing to her. And didn't Kelly love doing it! To see that big woman, so strong, so powerful just a short time ago, now a sniveling, shivering, slave, made me hard all over again.
Kelly smiled; she ran her tongue round her lips. She wasn't finished yet. "So the fat whore is blubbering again, just a couple more things before I go, stand up and walk" She grabbed the brunette's ear, marching her over to one of those big scales -the kind you put a quarter in and weigh yourself.
"Stand on it bitch" she dropped a coin in "Tell them how much you weigh"
"151 lbs."
"Get off you tub of lard" she stood on and dropped another coin in "Tell them how much I weigh."
"110 lbs."
She stepped right up to the brunette's face, the brunette flinched and stepped back.
"You and you" Kelly said, pointing at two men in the crowd "hold her still, kick her legs apart" Two men seized the brunette holding her by her shoulders, each had one leg hooked round one of hers.
And then Kelly shoved a finger inside the brunette.
The brunette moaned, she moaned louder when Kelly stuffed a second finger in and began finger fucking her. The brunette lost all control when Kelly stuffed yet a third finger in. The brunette twisted, she moaned, she bucked. Another photo opportunity.
Kelly stopped."The slut's all wet and wanton, she'd do anything for a fuck now. It’s up to you guys if you have $300 between you you're willing to give me for the pleasure of gangbanging this slut then she's all yours. Otherwise ...well you can go stuff your cxnt yourself bitch." She started collecting money and counting. "Thank you gentlemen, I'm sure you'll get your money’s worth. Bye now." She stepped close to her enemy. She wiped her fingers in the brunette's hair. "So long Bitch"
For a second I almost felt sorry for the brunette, she looked around, she realized what was about to happen to her. The two guys holding her pulled her towards them, her back was pressed against their bodies, she must have felt their cocks poking at her ass. Two other guys approached, each licked a tit. Her head lolled back, her knees all but gave way, she moaned. She pressed her back against their bodies. She was grinding her ass into the guys.
One of the men in front stroked her pussy, she slipped her hands down the shorts of the men in front and stroked each of their members.
Someone said "Not here let’s take the bitch to the sand hills". Four men carried her up and dumped her on her back on a small knoll, her head lolled back over the side of the knoll, her legs- she spread them wide- hung off the other side.
For a few moments the guys played with her, stroking her tits, her cxnt, making her moan. Her hands groped two men, she gave them hand jobs. Others played with her, still stroking caressing her, making the slut plead to be fucked. Man after man took either her mouth or her cxnt but no one came inside her, they spilled their loads on her. Within a few minutes her face, her boobs her pussy was sticky with semen.
She wailed, she twisted, she bucked, she moaned, at one point she even played with herself to shattering orgasm.
Someone said "God, look at that whore, she loves this. IF only I had a video. What a porn clip this would make!"
" A video, oh man, you are so 90's I have her on my phone cam. I'll download it later. It is a great clip; I wonder how much I'd get for it."
Some guy pushed her onto her hands and knees, taking her doggy style while of course someone else took her mouth. He shot his load on her face.
The stocky guy pulled her hair up “I think the slut likes blowjobs. How about you give us all one?"
"All twelve of you?" she whimpered
"Of course, after all we paid for you, whore." He spanked her ass, yanked her hair till she knelt. And then she gave everyone a blow job. I got a picture after she did me.
She had been destroyed, her hair matted with cum, her face, shoulders and boobs sticky with it.
I looked around and realized Kelly had disappeared! Momentarily my heart dropped to my boots until I remembered I had her cell number. As I walked back to collect my things and then on to the car park I texted the photos to her number. My phone rang a moment later.
Kelly was laughing "Fuck that was great! I hope you enjoyed the show, oh, and the blowjob that slut just gave you! I have a bone to pick with you about that, why did you let that worthless fat slut near your cock when you could have had me to celebrate with?"
"Oh fuck!" I thought, I wasn't sure whether she was teasing or genuinely pissed at me. A witty remark to save the day! "Oh, I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to degrade that slut after you'd beaten her, darling." I drawled.
"Good comeback!" she laughed "I may forgive you."
"Where are you?" I asked.
"Oh, about 50 yards in front of you! At the bar next to the car park." she laughed. “Now come and buy me that drink you promised earlier. “
What a goddess! How perfect, how sexy she looked in the bar, dressed in a sarong and boob tube. She'd showered, cleaned up and yes she was scratched, bruises were forming on her face, her arms and her body. But she made every other woman there look cheap, tawdry and they knew it. I felt the waves of envy and malice from them. And when I bought Kelly the drink and sat with her, my face close to hers, I felt the same waves from many of the guys there too.
We chatted aimlessly for a few moments, both of us feeling each other out, she was clearly smart, and, despite her fighting skills, civilised, we had some common interests, in sport, in music, we both liked hiking and camping.
“Peter, I know you're dying to ask me something, you're like a cat on hot bricks. Stop trying to edge around, spit it out!”
Did this girl read me that well? I reddened. For a moment I was tongue-tied. Then, throwing caution away I said, “Yes, well did you set the brunette up, did you plan to fight her?”
Kelly peeled with laughter. “So you guessed it. It took you a while. It took you longer to ask too! Yes I did, I saw her from the time she helped those kids with their ball. Then I thought 'What a good woman!' I was only a few yards away from her and her friends - between them and the kid's dad. Her friends told her to go up and flirt with him. She did. I saw her smash up their mother. And then I resolved to put her in her place. And I did. Yes if she'd backed down or been pleasant or even plain civil, when I spilt the drink down her, I'd have apologised. I might even have bought her a drink for being nice to those kids. But she wasn’t. And I did put her in her place. I had a few hard moments with her. She nearly had me early on. But I was sure if I held out, I'd beat her. And I did.”
I leant forward, I kissed her. “I am so glad you did.” I stroked her cheek.
Kelly giggled, “You have changed your tune.”
I gulped, “What do you mean?”
“Come on, admit it, you were cheering for her to begin with!”
I reddened, she knew too much. I could have hedged, but that wouldn't go down well. I bit my tongue before saying. “Yes, I did, but I changed when you bit her, it was then I saw just how ruthless you are.”
“And you like ruthless women.” It wasn't a question, but a statement.
I blushed.
“And you like domineering women.” Again it wasn't a question.
I blushed deeper.
“And you thought that brunette slut was ruthless, you thought she was domineering. And that is why you were cheering for her. You thought she'd pound me." I gulped, I wanted to sink through the floor. What didn't this woman know about me? "You were right, she is. But not as ruthless, not as domineering as me!" She bent forward and kissed me, her tongue licking my lips, sliding its way into my mouth. After almost a minute which left me breathless and so hard it hurt, she broke the kiss. "And you were fantasizing about her when I met you."
I gasped "You're a witch, how can you possibly know that?"
"Elementary my dear Watson, I'd seen you earlier, you watched the brunette and the wife fight. You kept looking at the brunette, when she came back and talked to the husband, when she went back and lay down on her towel. You couldn't take your eyes off her. And you were ...well" she giggled and blushed..."You know." She slid her hand forward and took mine in hers. "And now I have a confession. I saw you doing that, I guessed even then you liked ruthless domineering women. I made up my mind that before the day was out if I was right about you and about the brunette, I'd have you sitting right here with me. I fought for you and I won!" She leant forward and kissed me again. “And now Peter, you can buy me dinner.”
I gulped, then looked at my cell phone, it was almost 6 p.m. I'd had no idea it was so late. “Gladly but first another drink.” I got up to buy her one.
I knew a good Italian place about midway between Kelly's place and my own - I was grateful she didn't live that far away. I told her I'd pick her up at 7.30. I did, having showered, dressed up a bit and bought a dozen red roses. It was the start of a beautiful romance.
