Their bodies hit the water with a lot of force since they weren't exactly wading it as they bodies had a lot of momentum as they entered the water. This happens to be the shallow end of the pool but with their gigantic chests, there was never much of a fear of drowing anyway. The two women swallow a little water and spit some out but in general they suffer no ill effect from the unexpected dip in the pool. Wendy and Federica do continue with their attempts to gain a hold or an advantage but in this environment it basically comes down to two lines of attack... slaps delivered to the other's face and also grabbing the foe's head and pushing it underwater or a good old fashioned dunking {unfortunately for them no apple prizes as their heads go underwater}. Neither woman looks like she has done a water type catfight before, probably more like at parties or bars would be the guess with maybe some private ones thrown in. Regardless, it doesn't take long for the women to get out of the pool and get some towels to dry themselves briefly off. Of course, towels have another purpose for the mischievous which is what the women think of also. They spin the towels to twist them up and then whip them out to try to smack the other's legs. A few of each woman do hit their target before the women grab the other's towel and a fight to pull the other one down by it ensues. Wendy wins that duel as she uses the centrifugal force to send Federica stumbling several feet to land on her side.
Wendy walks over to Federica's body in pursuit but Federica has been recovering quickly the entire match and does so this time. She uses her legs that were judged a little heavy in the thighs in the beauty contest to whip them around and clip Wendy's more shapely and perhaps stronger legs out from under her. Wendy falls down hard right beside Federica as both women end up sitting on the grass facing each other. They don't even bother with any type of wrestling hold attempt this time...they go for the throat...literally. Both womens' hands go around the other's throat in a primal choking duel. Both women cough and their eyes grow big as they struggle to breath with their windpipes being restricted by the opponent. Neither woman gains a huge advantage here simply because their arms and hands are not that strong to produce a lot of pressure needed to do the job of cutting off the other's breathing. Thus, they end this as they have ended so many other holds...in a standoff. But neither wants to take the chance of being at the wrong end of this deal, so they push each other away yet one more time.
The women grab each other's hair and begin to roll around the grass with first one woman on top and then the other. When a woman is on top, she initiates a titsmother....for Wendy this is her first while for Federica she has done a nice titsmother once before. Anyway, they do plop their humongous hooters on the face of their rival but do lose the sweat and body odor issue since they recently had the dip in the pool which refreshed their bodies a bit and took away a lot of the stench caused by perspiration. But they still enjoy the titsmothers when they are the ones giving it...on the receiving end, no so much. The women continue to roll around and end up in a neutral position where they are lying on their sides facing the foe. At this point, they simply roll in opposite directions to get up from their lying down positions. They both happen to be near some food carts at this juncture, and in a scene that the producers from Animal House would be proud of, they start throwing food, the prize ammo here being portions of cakes and pies which if they hit the other will obviously make a mess. Fortunately, the silverware is on another cart, so the knifethrowing skills of these women will remain a mystery.
They run out of food but still have the carts. They ram those toward each other with the carts colliding in front of them and their bodies hitting the grass due to the force recoil of the carts stopping. Both women are dazed but the huge hootered honeys just can't stay away from each other for long. They struggle literally from hands and knees positions until Wendy pushes Federica down on to her back. Wendy quickly locks in a legscissors around Federica's sexy midsection with muscular legs that unfortunately for Wendy she hasn't been able to test drive in this catfight really up to this point. Her calves show muscles especially and those legs are now trying to squeeze the life out of the Italian siren's sizzling bod. Federica moves her hands to try to engage those legs and either spread them or fist them but Wendy fends off those hands and arms. That only encourages Wendy to squeeze even harder since she now knows that she is hurting Federica with the hold. She continues to tighten the legscissors as she feels the fight leave the earlier fiesty foe. Wendy knows this is her time to try to get a concession she hopes will come before perhaps her legs start cramping up themselves.
Wendy: "Hey Miss Italy Obnoxious of whatever year, you don't look like you are going to make it out of this hold, honey! Better gve up before I decide to reduce your boobs a couple of cup sizes by wrapping by powerful legs around those titanic tits you are proud of!"
Federica: "You silicone slut! Ooooohhh.....sssshhhiittt....your legs ARE strong. I give...I give...you win, you Yankee whore. Let me go....let me go!"
Wendy: "Did I miss a 'please' from that request and let's clean up the namecalling shall we?"
Federica: "Aaaaaiiieee, please Wendy, let me go, I give up!! You win....you are the better woman!"
Wendy: "See, that wasn't very hard was it, tramp!" {releasing the hold before her own legs start cramping up}
Postmatch: After Wendy releases the legscissors hold, Federica's body drops back down in to a supine position, her bodacious boobs still erect more than they should be if they were really natural. Of course, Federica doesn't have the franchise here on silicone tits as Wendy's GG cup juggs hardly qualify as a natural wonder either...although a wonder yes! Anyway, normally Wendy would go through a lot of smothers but with the swimming pool interruption a lot of the punishment factors have left... sweat minimal...body odor not bad at all. But she still wants to get in one good old fashioned titsmother so she full body covers Federica, rubs her body a bit across it,. and then moves up into prime titsmother position. Wendy drops those monster melons of hers on to Federica face and rubs them vigorously against that beauty contest winning area of the defeated Italian fox. Wendy wants to square up the titsmothers in this confrontation with Federica and does so with this round of smothers. Wendy moves back a bit and sits on Federica's chest and forcefully rubs Federica's prominent pumpkins with her two hands and makes sure she occasionally traps the loser's nipples between her fingers also. Wendy gets her satisfaction with this maneuver and moves down even further on Federica's sizzling bod and asks for a dildo which probably gives quite the hint as to what is about to occur.
Wendy inserts the toy into Federica's most private area and can be forgiven perhaps for a little extra effort, but Wendy remembers the claw to her own pussy implemented by Federica during the fight that caused her so much agony. So, Wendy rams the dildo hard into Federica and doesn't let up the pressure while she is probing with it in there. Wendy is rewarded rather quickly with a nice little oozing of cum emitted from that personal orifice. Wendy takes the whitish fluid and puts some of Federica's face and a little on those titanic tits as if claiming a possession. Perhaps this in lieu of not having an American flag to plant on the Italian's sexy bod. Wendy gets up and moves all the way forward to sit her beauty contest clinching ass on top of Federica's face and squirms and wiggles at different speeds as she facesits her defeated and now humiliated opponent. Wendy strikes the classic winner's pose by putting her hands on the top of her head to show off her arms and armpits. She has some photos of that taken to go in the trophy case and as she gets up, she goes for the red garb that Federica wore today...the outer dress and the underneath wear, also to take as trophies of her double dominance of the Italian. Wendy beat her in the beauty contest by the narrowest of margins and now after a long, hard fought catfight. Wendy goes by Federica's face and can't resist wiping the dirty bottoms of her feet across it in one more sign of total disrespect of the Italian hottie. But Wendy hesistates one more time. She talks to a person she believes speaks Italian and gets a can of red spray paint. With Federica still almost motionless, she spells out the following word on her defeated foe's midsection and then struts away with her own clothes to redress and also Federica's clothes. On Federica's body is one red word.
puttana
