Competition 6: Saturday Morning One
After ten or eleven hours of fighting with some exhausted sleeping mixed in-between rounds, I was starving. I walked a few blocks before finding the little diner and slipping into a booth in the back. With great enthusiasm, I ordered eggs, bacon, pancakes, biscuits, hash browns, and a diet coke - (hey come on. I have to watch my figure). I practically inhaled it and licked my lips as I paid the bill. The older woman at the cash register noticed the scratches on my neck and a little bruise on the back of my hand. She studied me directly with a slightly amused and knowing look as she returned my change.
“We don’t get many new faces around here”, she said pleasantly.
“Yeah, I’m just in town for a weekend meeting”, I offered, trying not to generate any more interest.
“Oh, well I certainly hope your meeting is satisfying”, she smiled slightly as I turned to go.
I couldn’t escape the clear impression she had a very good idea of what kind of meeting I was having. And in spite of myself, I blushed and felt my pussy moisten. There was a tingle of excitement in my stomach to think this woman knew I had been in a fight. Suddenly I realized that I liked that idea.
I hustled back up the street to the motel. In my haste, I hadn’t thought to bring a heavy coat. Every once in a while you could catch a warm November day in Kansas. But mostly it was damn cold. There was nothing to stop the wind. I swear it is one of the windiest places on the face of the Earth - at least in my limited experience. In addition to getting warm, I was anxious to get back to my weekend “business meeting”. As my wet pussy and I stepped into the lobby, I noticed her in the elevator as the doors were just closing. My heart skipped a beat. I swear I don’t know what had happened to me in the last few months. But I hurried to the elevator so we could get back together as soon as possible.
When the doors opened on the second floor with a “ding”, I stepped out into the hallway and right into her face.
“Uhhhhhh, Uhhhhhh”.
My pussy twitched and the adrenaline flowed through me. Both of us were breathing harder. We stared in hatred and both suddenly shoved each other roughly. As we stepped back I glanced down the hallway. Predictably, it was empty.
“OMG, this girl and I were toxic to each other. We both wanted to compete, to hurt, to win, and not in a friendly way. It seemed like a million years since we were best friends. We used to be inseparable. And we still wanted to be, but now there was nothing friendly about it.
As if on queue we both slowly raised our fists. I couldn’t resist. She was standing there ready to punch me and inviting me to fight. And I didn’t give one good fuck that we were standing in the public hallway of the motel. We closed and exchanged jabs and a couple of right hands to our bodies. Then we backed up and came at each other again. Our punching echoed in the vacant hallway. We wound up for more when “BAM”, the loud bang of a slamming door came from somewhere down the hall. And then the elevator “Ding” was like a shock, forcing us to scramble back from each other and turn toward our rooms on the far end. We shuffled down the hallway as normally as we could when the schoolboy came out of the elevator and his mom called to him from the open door up ahead. I was irritated to be interrupted but anxious to get inside our room where no more interruptions would happen.
I saw her turn at the door in front of me after unlocking it and she began to unbutton her blouse as she waited for me.
“Ummmm”, I purred and began to unbutton my own as strangely I had a fleeting thought of the waitress at the diner.
By the time I reached the door we both had our blouses off and were unhooking our bras. I shoved her in as my breasts bounced free and we continued to strip while walking toward the bed. The second-floor window faced nothing but an empty alley. But she pulled the curtains anyway.
“There’s nothing else in the world today except you and me, bitch”, she said softly
“Shut up and fight me, slut”, I answered as we stepped toward each other.
“With pleasure”, she whispered.
We reached up and buried our hands in each other’s hair. Then pulling our naked bodies close, I felt our stiff nipples dragging across bare skin. Our legs tangled and we stumbled slowly as we pulled our heads back by the hair. We both moaned with lust and held each other in the contorted position, heads pulled back painfully, breasts mashing together, legs pushed between our rivals’. We held this position for many minutes, savoring the wicked sensations. I felt my pussy dripping down my leg and hers on mine. We began to hump each other’s thigh. Oh yeah, this is where I wanted to be.
I let go with one hand and punched the side of her head and her ribs. She matched my moves and we added rhythmic slugging to our competition. Ummmmmm, I heard her panting along with me. We were getting more excited. The punching became harder and more deliberate.
“Fuck you, cxnt”, she grunted.
“Come on, there’s no one to save you, whore”, I growled.
“I hope not”, she answered. “We’re going to do every dirty thing we ever dreamed of to each other”.
“Ahh that’s cute that you dreamed about me, you pig”.
“You dirty slag!”, her punches quickened.
“Oooh yeah. Come on”, I responded with my own punching.
As we pounded away on each other we pulled ourselves into the floor with a thump. Instantly our bodies tangled around each other and we thrashed, punched, and scratched for advantage. We rolled slowly one way and then back the other as we each tried to maintain the top position. But we were evenly matched and most of the time we fought on our sides. Occasionally we could look into each other’s eyes while scratching tits and punching and hair-pulling.
“Ahhhhhh, uhhhhhggggggggg”, my orgasm flooded over me.
Seeing me cuming energized her to pound me with her fists and jerk my hair savagely. OMG it felt so electrically wonderful. I thrashed and humped and drooled and moaned and punched her until the warm pleasure finally began to subside and I just lay there and twitched involuntarily. We rested for a minute while still clutching each other tightly. Then I reached out with my tongue to lick her mouth as I slugged her ribs and brought my knee up hard into her drenched pussy. And that ignited her orgasm as she dug her nails into me. I felt her pussy squirting and I jerked her head back while punching her breasts savagely.
“Aaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee, “Ooooohhhmmmmpppppfffff”, she moaned like the dirty bitch that she was.
I continued to jerk her hair and punch as she thrashed and moaned and clutched me in the throes of her orgasm. After she stopped twitching we relaxed, both exhausted from the last hour of fighting. Somewhere in the room, a clock was ticking. I don’t know how long we just listened and rested in a heap on the floor. Eventually, we pushed away from each other and she got up to head for the bathroom.
Presently I heard the toilet flush and I got up and rubbed my sore muscles. She hadn’t closed the bathroom door and I could see her close the toilet lid and move in front of the mirror. I ambled past her, lifted the lid, and sat down on the toilet as she continued to primp in front of the mirror. Slowly she turned toward me and grabbed my hair with one hand as I sat continuing to pee. I punched at her and we struggled in this weird position for a few moments. When I finished peeing I stood and we embraced in a bear hug with hands reaching to clutch our hair. Then we slowly squeezed and stumbled around the little bathroom for several minutes. We scratched at our backs and asses. We bumped our pussy mounds against each other. We mashed our tits and concrete nipples together. I could feel her breath on me as we enjoyed fighting in private with no interference or shame.
We bumped and ground around the bathroom, hitting the shelf and knocking little bottles of shampoo and lotion onto the floor. After a while, we pulled each other into the walk-in shower, still scratching and pulling hair. We bounced against the tiles and the glass door and then pulled each other into the floor. Both of us were quite happy to sit locked together on the shower floor and punch and scratch for a while. We were sweating and the glass shower door fogged up as we struggled there. I struggled for a better position but gave it up. The space was too small for much maneuvering. Eventually, this became very unsatisfying.
“Come on slut, I want some room so we can really fight”, I grumbled.
“Fine”, she replied as we both struggled to get up. But neither had enough trust to let go of our hair. We dragged each other out of the shower and out of the bathroom, next to the door. We both smelled of sweat and dried cum. We stood with an outstretched arm to hold each other by the hair and take in our appearance, like any two women would. She was a hot mess with scraggly, wet hair, red marks and scratches on various body parts, She had that flushed, fully used look, like she had just been royally fucked or beaten up, or both. And I knew I looked just the same.
“We should have fought like this back in high school”, I said as I held her hair.
“Let’s do it now”, she moaned as we pulled together and pummeled our fists at each other as we held onto hair. Tits, ribs, faces, arms - we punched each other anywhere and everywhere. We pulled partially apart several times without giving up the hair and then went at each other again. As our arms became tired and sluggish we clutched each other in a tight embrace and wrestled for advantage. Then throwing each other to the floor, we squeezed into a tight catball and rolled over to the edge of the bed.
There was hardly any visible movement for a few minutes, but we knew the fight was nowhere near over. We were cats, clinging to each other before the next round of savagery. I listened to us panting and felt her wet naked body clinging to me. My clit was throbbing. I wanted this so badly. I wanted this to last and last.
She began digging her nails into my left tit with renewed authority. I responded by clutching her pussy and pulling and scratching with my own nails. We struggled with our legs grapevined while scratching and clutching tightly.
“Aww fuck, bitch!”,
“You cxnt! . . . you cxnt . . you filthy cxnt!”
“I’ll maim you, whore”
“Bring it. Let me see what you got, slut”
“I hate you!”
“I hate you more!”
“I fucking hate you”
“I hate you . . I hate you . . I hate your fucking skank ass”.
“Fight me”,
“FIght, . . fight . . fight”
On and on we went at each other, never moving from the floor, marking and scratching each other. We were hurting each other but our orgasms were surely building. I savored the sensations of our wet, naked skin, our hot breath, our wet, tangled hair, our sharp nails, our engorged, wet pussies . . .
“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
“Eeeeeeeiiiiiiiihhhhhhhh! Ffffuuuuuccccccckkkkk!”
We came and drenched each other as well as the worn carpet. We pulled our heads back by the hair so hard I thought we’d both be bald. We twitched and shuddered as the waves of pleasure eventually melted away. That’s exactly how I felt - melted by our fighting lust.
After kicking away from each other, I struggled to sit and then crawled onto the bed. She said on the floor and we said nothing while resting and rubbing sore bodies. I took another bathroom break and discovered we were both too dumb to bring back any water from breakfast. So tap water would have to suffice. I saw the clock and was a little surprised to see the morning was gone. We’d been going at it for hours since breakfast. But I didn’t feel hunger as I looked across the little room at her. I felt my pussy twitch.
