Although my eyes were now presented with the sight of two pairs of perfect bare breasts, both glistening with sweat, I soon lost interest in those when I noticed Tasha's kitty. Her busy was a thick, blonde carpet, matching her shiny blonde head hair identically, while her lips were in the most bulging, soaked state I had ever seen a woman's anatomy in all my life--they almost appeared to be throbbing. Tara Wild noticed as well, and approached Tasha with her left hand in the position of a full claw. It latched onto Tasha "down there", while her right arm drew Tasha into a tight headlock. Tasha's tactics, as well, has shifting from striking to grappling, as she found Tara's chest and started viciously gouging and tugging.
Tara's and Tasha's voices were muffled to start with, neither wanting to reveal they were in pain. But the silence was broken when Tara's headlock brought Tasha crashing to the ground with a thud, followed by a squeal from the pain of Tara's nails digging deep into her aroused flesh. Tara was no longer able to suppress her voice, and let out a combination whine/cry /screech and began swearing into Tasha's ear.
Tasha resumed her demonstration of well-honed technical fighting moves, as she barrell-roled Tara on the grass, and simultaneously escaped the headlock and mounted her enemy. Tasha straddled and stared straight down at the prone Tara, and began a full-on double-fisted breast maul. Tara's now-freed hands yanked hard on Tasha hair, removing a pair of handfuls, and tossing them to the side. Free again, they then found Tasha's chest, dug deeply in, the women locked eyes, and they began a test of strength. And wills.
Both were testing each other to see who would release first. Or beg for mercy. Tasha and Tara were calling each other every name in the book. Although Tasha was on top, she no advantage as the moment, since gravity exposed the full surface area of her breasts to Tara's eager hands, which took full advantage and squeezed tight as a vice. Tasha's ability to maneuver out of position was also restricted by a tight guard-like hip hols with Tara had locked onto the Russian. If anything, the agonizing pain Tara was in only increased the strength of her holds on Tasha.
Seconds turned into minutes, and to Tasha's inventory of bodily secretions of sweat and pre-cum was now added, first, blood, then tears. The blood came first. First in drops, then in a stream, Tara's sweaty chest began serving as a drip-pan for the earlier scratches inflicted on Tasha aroused kitty. Several scratches had apparently scored deep hits, and with Tasha now rendered motionless by Tara's leg hold, the deep wounds began oozing, then dripping, onto Tara. Like a shark, the sight of blood incented Tasha to go in "for the kill", and her grip on Tasha's breasts deepened. She also added screw-like twisting motions to the repertoire. Unmistakable tears of agony welled-up on Tasha's face, and began streaming down on her and falling onto Tara.
Tara resisted to impulse to give up her ideal position. She knew each passing minute was to her advantage, and like a python with a death grip on a prey, patiently waiting for Tasha to give or pass out. After a few minutes, the inevitable happened, and Tasha said "you win".
The two blondes rolled off of each other. Tara, now disgusted by the concealing blood of her enemy on her chest, dove into the pool in an attempt to remove it quickly. Tasha asked me for water, which I provided, in addition to towels and bandaids. The scratches on her body were countless, but she said she'd be fine.
Tara emerged from the pool, and said to Tasha, "Now, THIS is how he likes to be kissed," and proceeded to make love to me, on the grass, in front of Tasha. To my surprise, Tasha patiently and attentively watched the entire display. She eventually put her bikini back on, and slowly drove away.
Tara and I, as you might imagine, have recaptured our magic in the bedroom.
My question for you, Kim, is this. Earlier today, I saw Tasha at the YMCA gym. She asked for a rematch with Tara, again for the same amount of money. Do I ask Tara? Or pretend the conversation never happened?
