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Brawling Sisters-in-Law
Every time July rolled around, Jennifer felt mixed emotions. It was a time for she and her husband to vacation at the isolated family cabin. The site was extraordinary. Located in a totally private lake area it offered great fishing and total relaxation. Except for the fact that her sister-in law, June, would be there as well. The two women had never gotten along. June's husband was a wealthy stockbroker, while her husband had a small plumbing business. Jennifer was happy that they were financially successful and was very content with her own lifestyle. She just couldn't stand June's belittling comments and had resolved to confront her, rather than ruin the vacation accepting June's stinging little barbs.
The two couples had been at the lake for two days when the fateful confrontation occurred. Their husbands had left early that morning to fish several miles away. They were not expected to return until early evening.
Jennifer, wearing gym shorts and a breast enhancing tight halter-top was sipping a vodka and orange on the short wooden boat dock, when June appeared. June wore a bright orange bikini and lay a blanket down, intending to get some sun. They had always competed in a feminine way, each feeling she had the better body. Both, in fact, were stunning. While both women were short, their breasts would have been flattering to a much taller woman. They were both blessed with head spinning racks.
"If your husband applied himself, he could make a lot more money", began June, blonde hair spread upon the blanket, eyes closed.
"And if you minded your own damn business, I might enjoy this vacation", replied Jennifer, her dark hair blowing slightly in the breeze.
June sat up, arms behind, and breasts bulging in the tight confines of the bikini top.
"If you don't mind being trailer trash, that's up to you, bitch", June spit out sarcastically.
Jennifer walked to where June was sitting, "You fucking rich bitch, I'm going to kick your ass."
June started to rise but Jennifer put a foot on her shoulder and pushed her back. Grasping Jennifer by the leg, June pulled and toppled the heavy-breasted brunette onto the blanket. Two furious female forms scrambled wildly, attempting to get at one another. Lying on their sides, the two battling amazons slapped one another furiously. This battle had been brewing for years and they both had a strange smile on their faces, glad to finally be able to go at each other without interference.
They grappled mightily, rolling on and off the blanket, arms wrapped about the other, pulling hair. With the double hairpull, it was difficult to rise. They would occasionally manage to rise to their knees and then collapse in a writhing squirming heap, still tugging mightily on the other's tresses. Their large breasts rolled and bulged beneath their tiny tops, threatening to leap out at any moment as the women's chests ground together. Large amounts of tit squished out the tops and sides as they battled, legs kicking, torsos wrenching. The battling pair had rolled and battled over a twenty square foot area and still pulled hair. Neither wanted to relinquish her grip as each was causing as much pain to her hated rival as she could.
After five minutes of this angry hairpulling, the women pushed apart and slowly rose to their feet. Jennifer's left breast and June' right breast were totally exposed. Neither took a moment place them back in their confining tops. Their jealousy increased as each realized their breasts were almost identical. Incredibly full, gravity defying D cups faced off. The battlers began circling one another, bent slightly forward, hands in the air, and fingers curled into claws.
They smiled bitterly as they shortened the distance between them.
"I've hated you since I met you", screamed June as she suddenly kicked Jennifer hard in the stomach.
Jennifer bent over and June charged. Jennifer ducked left and tripped June as she charged past, knocking the vicious blonde on her belly. The pressure of her chest against the dirt finally split her bikini top and she leapt to her feet totally topless now.
"Never liked you much either, slut" screamed Jennifer as she removed her halter-top, pushing her chest outward challenging the blonde.
June, not to be outdone thrust her beauties forward as the sexy vixens slowly closed the distance between them. Hands on hips, they came together until hard nipples touched. Glaring at one another, neither made any harsh moves but seemed to think it was time for their breasts to do the talking. And talk they did. First June pushed into Jennifer, their breasts bulging, fighting for space. Jennifer quickly pushed back at June and the two huge breasted battlers began a sexy tit-fight. Slowly at first, they twisted their bodies so that left and right breast would contact, grind slowly for several seconds, then the other breasts would contact and mash together. The mammoth globes assumed all manner of shapes, bulging and rubbing, as they slid past one another, and then resuming their fantastic shapes only to be pushed forward once more. After tit fighting for several moments, the women, still smirking in a superior way, lined up their nipples, rock hard after all the sexy rubbing. They pushed directly forward, four nipples pressed together. Then they began slightly swaying and moving their huge breasts so that nipples rolled about one another, over and under, always in contact, turning, then springing back into the opposing nipple.
These women were proud and each felt superior to the other. The breast and nipple fight was intense. June, wanting to get back to serious things, swung a meaty breast toward Jennifer who swung back just as hard. The slapping sound was loud. And they immediately swung the other breast forward, smashing just as hard. Then they were planting their feet wide apart as they launched huge breasts toward one another. Splat, smack, smoosh; the gigantic tits were like guided missiles and the pain began to become intense. All four breasts were red, nipples stretched to the limit, dragging and spiking. Breathing became heavier as the women twisted shoulders and jammed forward.
Then, arms sliding about the other's waist, they bear-hugged energetically. Still standing, they squeezed harshly, rubbing violently. And then, they were wrestling again, legs moving slightly, then more quickly as the women battled for position.
Jennifer, after inflicting a particularly nasty nipple drag on June, locked a leg behind her adversary and they toppled once more to the sand. They were rested and began battling even more furiously than before. They rolled and rolled and pulled hair and squeezed pained breasts mercilessly. They were shouting and swearing and rolling closer to the edge of the lake. Finally, they were rolling in the shallow muddy water at lake's edge. The cooling water did little to calm the female fury and they thrashed and roiled together. Their violent movement caused the shallow water to become a muddy soup, which began covering the catfighters. Bodies now slid easily together, breasts covered with mud except where they had just rubbed creating a raccoon like mammary. Their bodies were in constant contact as they each sought top position, maintaining it momentarily, then splashing in the mud. After several moments, they were covered in the muck and getting more pissed by the moment. Nasty hairpulls and titgrabs escalated to pussy pinches and ass slapping. They began rolling deeper and were soon knee deep in the muck. As they came to their knees they slapped each other hard. Then on their feet they continued to slap and even punch one another. Staggering precariously as each blow landed, the women resembled prizefighters in the ninth round. Slopping and slipping they grasped one another for balance and pushing forward, arm-wrestled furiously. Breasts again slapped and pressed against one another. Thighs crunched together hard as the maddened femmes tried to knock her opponent to the muck. Struggling closely, they found themselves bumping against the low wooden dock and then, with a violent twist, their muddy bodies were rolling feverishly on the harsh wooden surface.
Speaking softly, the women called each other bitch and slut and whore. Although becoming tired, the battlers just couldn't cause the other enough pain. Heads buried into each others shoulders, they began to bite at one another, causing screams of pain and a quick payback. Every part of their bodies battled its counterpart and finally, their pussies jammed together. Each had the other exactly where she wanted her. And they rolled their hips to jam against the other's womanhood. Then, directly pressed together, each pushed forward furiously and slid and ground into the other. Pussies and breasts and bellies and shoulders just ground into one another. Jennifer, on the bottom, pushed violently and June rolled to the side and off into the water, while Jen rolled off the other side.
Rising slowly, they glared at each other from either side of the small dock. Moving slowly toward shore, they gave each other the finger and called one another loser. Then they were running and coming around the dock, locked arms and began kicking one another. Then kneeing one another and finally locking up in a fierce, violent double hairpull. Then releasing one hand, slapped at the others arms and breasts and finally, grasping double handfuls of tit meat leaned together and twisted breasts.
Suddenly, they were pulled apart. Their husbands had come home early and held the women by their arms. The women's breasts were proudly displayed in this position and they tried to kick at one another still.
The husbands took their exhausted wives to separate bedrooms, cleaned them up and made love. Each admitted that they had witnessed the entire event, hiding in the woods. Each told his woman how much he loved her and how excited he was to see her in action. Both men had been catfight fans for years, although neither had shared this information.
Both women felt incredibly powerful, neither had lost and both still disliked each other. They agreed that once a year in this spot, they would catfight for their husbands. Vacations suddenly were something to look forward to for all.
