POOL FIGHT, By CATWRITER
"It really is unseasonably warm," thought Laura as she walked along the beach. Venice Florida, home to the old and really old, was hardly a place for a women of Laura's beauty. Strolling along by the pier and the great little restaurant, Sharkey's wearing a pure white bikini caused, at minimum, one heart failure per week. Dr Kevorkian found his services less and less in demand. Purely and naturally stunning, Laura was unique.
At the end of the beach, was her condo. She moved through the palm treed entrance and into her very private abode. Pastels were much in evidence, just loved the colors. As she moved from the living room to her bedroom, she glanced outside the lanai at the pool area. Suddenly, she froze. Someone was out there, lounging in a pool chair, cigarette dangling languidly from a still hand.
"What the fuck?", thought Laura, "Should I call 911?"
As she came around the sofa and close to the glass, she realized it was a woman and suddenly, she knew who the intruder was. "Donna, what does that bitch want and how the hell did she get in here in the first place?" Laura wondered.
Donna had been on Laura's mind recently. Her sister-in-law was a bitch from the deepest reaches of hell. Lately, there had been deep resentment regarding the recipients of a will from a wealthy aunt who had passed away.
Laura just pissed her off, big chested loud-mouthed bitch. She decided that the matter had to be settled and since her boyfriend was away on a business trip, this would be that time.
Sliding back the heavy glass door, she strode purposefully to the pool. Glaring down at Donna, she stood so that the sun was still in Donna's eyes as she looked up.
"Hey bitch girl, where's my brother?" Donna said sarcastically.
"He's away for a few days, cxnt. Real nice motel down the street." replied Laura.
Donna digested that comment and swung her legs over the lounge chair and rose to her feet. It was amazing how two women could hate each other so much while physically so alike.
Donna's dark hair swung about her shoulders, grazing against her breasts. Suddenly, she pushed Laura away.
"Who are you calling a cxnt, bitch, don't forget who I am or what you have to lose!"
"I don't give a fuck who you think you are, but you're in my house and I don't want you here, so get the fuck out, bitch!" replied Laura as she violently pushed Donna.
Unfortunately, Donna's back was to the pool and she promptly found herself swirling in the water. Rising to the surface, she stuttered, "Get in here you shithead so I can kick your ass."
Laura fairly leapt through the air and hurtled angrily toward Donna. Their bodies crashed together and they began a violent cat fight Years of hatred burst forth as they pulled one anothers hair. Their contortions were intense as each sought an early victory, writhing and hitting in the wetness. Their fantastic bodies were locked together and as they fought in the waist deep water, the action continued to intensify. Breasts swung wildly as they tore at one another. Nipples appeared above the bikini tops and they continued swinging wildly, occasionally hitting a breast and knocking it from its confines. Soon, their bikini tops were wrapped around their waists as four huge breasts were totally exposed, swaying mightily as the women faced off.
They began circling one another, staring darts, hands raised as they each sought an appropriate opening to continue the battle. Then, they crashed forward, wrapping their arms about one another. Huge breasts contorted in frenzied shapes as they battled each other. Nipples dug hard into the other at the cold water and incredible anger caused them to grow to three quarters of an inch in length and become totally hard. It was like dragging a dagger across the others chests as they swung their mammoth mammaries together hard. They pulled hair and swore and slapped and spanked each other. Even though each had sustained red marks from the hitting and slapping, they were anxious to continue. This feud had been building for years and finally, they were going to settle it.
Donna and Laura finally speaking their piece. Much of the battle was taking place in the breast area. Each had always felt that their chest was bigger and firmer and better. Now they knew. Their breasts were almost identical. Huge in proportion to their height, these buoyant globes of tit flesh were big enough for their own zip code. And each of the amazons sought to use these huge swaying globes as a weapon. And fight they did. Slapping into one another and dragging across each other, they fought a separate battle. The women continued to slap and pull hair, but at every opportunity, they would jam their breasts forward, fighting as only women can.
Donna and Laura suddenly delivered a slap that knocked them both backward into the water. It stunned them both. They each slowly recovered and their first thought was to get out of the water. As they continued to awake, they noticed one another on opposite sides of the pool. Both heavily-breathing women were on hands and knees and their great breasts dangled ponderously above the concrete. After a moment, both rose and headed to the grassy area just beyond the pool. Their anger continued to grow as they drew near to one another. Breasts bobbing gently and then more violently, they began jogging toward each other and met with a smacking of bodies; straining and groping and pulling and tearing. They began screaming with the intense hair pulling and kicked and slapped out at one other. Their bodies looked as one, tightly entwined, legs wrapping as they tried to trip one another. Finally, a huge surge by both had them falling toward to the grass. So intense was their struggle that they both managed to slap each other as they fell.
Once on the ground, the fight really began. Every muscle in their body contorted violently in an effort to cause the most pain. Knees and elbows and torso bumps were the norm here. As each pushed forward violently, their feet slipped in the wet grass, and so they rolled around again. Their bikini bottoms had become shredded during this phase of the battle and the two huge-breasted, totally nude women brawled and brawled.
Occasionally, they rose to their knees and wrestled violently with their hands and arms. Each always had one hand in the others hair while the other flailed crazily punching and slapping. And finally, they found themselves with a firm hand grip on the other, on their knees and looked intently at the others breasts. Four huge reddened globes with erect and long nipples faced off.
Donna began the contest by slapping her right breast into Laura's left. Laura took up the challenge and viciously ground her right breast into Donna's right. They pulled back for a moment, still grasping the other firmly, and with a scream thrust forward with their breasts. Slightly battered nipples crushed violently together and immediately became enmeshed in angry breast flesh. The huge mountains banged together and bulged and slithered together. Each woman sought to use her most visibly feminine asset to try and destroy the other. Hair whipped to and from as they violently tried new launch positions. Occasionally, a breast would end up under an opponents arm and once Donna managed to trap Laura's breast and squeeze it viciously with her upper arm. They rolled violently across the grass painfully kneeing each other. Gradually, they secured tight scissors holds and their rolling became slower as their lower torsos finally locked in an epic battle. Thrusting forward continuously, they precariously maintained their balance side by side. Pussies and tits were locked together and they went for a hair pull
The sunny afternoon had begun to fade to black. In the twilight, two incredible female forms were still locked in combat. Gasping and moaning, neither wanted to give in. Donna and Laura both felt that they were to be recipients of a generous will and felt that this battle was for all the dollars. Whoever lost, forfeited. And so.... they continued on.
The grueling contest was totally body to body. Never once in the past half hour had their breasts lost contact. The nipple dragging was intense. At times, lined up directly opposite the other nipple, the women would lunge together, holding hair and leveraging their breasts. Never had something this tender and supple been subjected to such punishment. Their breasts had swelled in size and their juices were flowing.
It became evident to both that only a sex fight would end this battle. Lying side by side, they spoke softly.
"Let me get my trusty two-headed dildo and we can finish this." said Laura.
Donna, as anxious for a breather as she was to continue, quickly agreed.
Several moments later, Laura appeared with a monster dildo and knelt where Donna was kneeling in the grass.
Huge breasts lightly rubbing together, they took a moment to insert the dildo into each others cxnts. This was rough stuff. Vicious women stuff as they pushed violently and finally inserted the dildo. Their cxnts were pressed within several inches of the other. The dildo was big. They ground forward, smirking at one another until they were cxnt to cxnt.
"You're not getting a dime." purred Donna.
"We'll see, bitch." said Laura as she thrust forward suddenly from an angle that caught Donna unaware.
They began thrusting their hips toward one another. Drawing way back and slamming together was the order of battle. Their battered breasts were in constant contact during this phase of the battle. And then, the women bear-hugged one another. Huge breasts bulged to the side as the mammoth globes crushed against one another.
Slight cries of pain emanated from the struggling pair as they bear-hugged and fucked. Sweating profusely, they ground into one another. Knees digging into the dirt, they continued to grind and toss swaying breasts at each other. They slipped suddenly and toppled to their sides, still locked together. This, was no love fest, however, and they slowly rolled about the lawn.
Trying to angle their hip thrusts to cause the most pain, the writhing pair thrust and parried their hips causing moans of pain and sometimes pleasure. Each battler would spend a moment on top before a fierce hair pull or tit grab would topple them again. On their sides, each had equal leverage and the enraged women fucked furiously.
And while they were bruised and sweaty and tired, they also realized that all the friction was resulting in a different emotion. Their foreheads pressed together, arms wrapped around each other, they battled on. But suddenly, Laura moved her head slightly and licked Donna's neck, taking a little nibble with her teeth on Donna's earlobe. Donna began sucking on Laura's earlobe and they began to rub their nipples together more gently as a new wave of emotion took them both.
Then, they began licking at one another's faces and lips and very soon were french kissing, always thrusting forward, locked at the hip. They began to caress one another's breasts and asses and finally grasped each others asses and thrust madly at one another until they came in unison.
Totally spent, the battling duo, rested on the grass, lightly stroking one another until sleep found them both.
