Sheryl pounded on the apartment door with the bottom of her fist. “I know you’re in there, bitch, open up!” After a solid minute of loud pounding, the door flew open and Grissel stood in the doorway, an angry scowl across her face.
“What the fuck are you doing, bitch? Think that just because you're a Boricua who made it out of the ghetto means you can pound on my door? I don’t think so, puta.”
“Who are you calling puta? You’re the one who got my vacation canceled!”
“Hey, I pulled some strings and got that ass hole some extra work to help pay for that fancy house out in the suburbs and I’m the bad guy?”
“We didn’t need that work and you fucking know it. And what do you know, our friend the travel agent says that you’re going on MY fucking vacation now!” Sheryl was moving into the door frame now, her face less than a foot from Grissel’s as she screamed.
“And so what? Are you saying I’m not good enough to go on a cruise ship?”
“Bitch, I’m saying you’re not good enough to clean the toilets on a cruise ship!”
“Oh yeah? Say that shit to my face, I fucking DARE you, say it –UUGH!”
Sheryl had clocked Grissel square in the face, her fist smashing into her right cheek and making Grissel stagger backward into the apartment. Sheryl followed her in and rammed her fist into Grissel’s stomach, her fist burying itself inside her fat tummy. Grissel doubled over and coughed, spit wetting her chin as she groaned in pain. Sheryl was winding up for another punch when Grissel grabbed the front of Sheryl’s black dress with both hands and pulled with all her strength, the piercing sound of the dress ripping down the front following them both to the floor in the hallway near Grissel’s kitchen. Grissel had managed to twist mid-fall, and Sheryl landed on her back, her head banging against the hard floor. Grissel landed on top of her, both hands falling directly on Sheryl’s huge breasts encased in a black bra. With a primal grunt, Grissel grabbed both breasts hard and tore off Sheryl’s bra, the pain of her tit meat being manhandled and her nipples being exposed bringing out a roar of frustration.
“You xxxxx BITCH!” Sheryl grabbed the collar of Grissel’s house dress and tore it all the way down to the tied off waist like paper. While Sheryl struggled to undo the waist tie Grissel pounded on Sheryl’s bare breasts, each hit accompanied with a meaty “thwack.” Sheryl got the tie off then surprised Grissel by reaching underneath her bra and grinding both of her nipples between her fingernails. Grissel howled in pain and sprang to her feet, but not before Sheryl grabbed a hold of the rest of her dress and tore it the rest of the way down.
Grissel stood over her, her nude-colored bra and black leggings fully exposed beneath the torn dress. “I’m a fuck you up now, bitch.” She stepped over to the kitchen , pulling off the torn remnants of her dress and wrapping them around her hand. She reached the stove and grabbed a metal saucepan that had been boiling some water. “Teach you to come into MY house, BITCH!”
Sheryl’s eyes went wide as she saw the pot in Grissel’s hand and the evil grin on her face. “Oh, FUCK!” She turned over and scrambled to get away, going deeper into the apartment as fight gave way to flight. Grissel followed her and grabbed Sheryl’s panties from the back, her frantic struggles making it easy to pull them down until they were around her flailing ankles. Then Grissel let out a roar and hurled the hot water onto Sheryl’s back. She let out a blood-curdling scream that was only matched by the sizzling sound of water scalding her back. Sheryl turned over, rubbing her back against the cool tile floor in an attempt to quell the pain.
When Grissel stepped up and raised her foot to stomp Sheryl’s hairy pussy into the ground, Sheryl’s fight kicked back in and she kicked Grissel’s other leg out from under her. Grissel fell forward with a hard crash, her breasts slamming into the floor and whipping her forehead against the bare tile. Grissel was almost knocked out cold, and Sheryl saw her opening. She scrambled to her feet, the pain from her blistering back feeding her adrenaline, and spotted the open door of the bathroom. Sheryl pulled off Grissel’s leggings and panties and unhooked her bra until she was naked. Then Sheryl grabbed Grissel’s arms and dragged her dead weight across the floor until she was in the bathroom next to the toilet. Sheryl put up the toilet seat and, with a huge grunt, she hefted Grissel onto the cold toilet rim. Grissel nearly stirred awake from the cold porcelain but really came alive when Sheryl plunged Grissel’s head into the toilet bowl.
Grissel coughed and sputtered as water filled her lungs .Sheryl held her there for nearly thirty seconds before letting her up for air. Grissel coughed and croaked “Kill you, bitch…” before Sheryl dunked her below the water again. This time she held her under for nearly a minute before letting her up and when she did, Grissel grabbed the sides of the toilet bowl with both hands and pushed as hard as she could. Sheryl fell backwards into the wall and landed on the floor, her head hanging out of the doorway.
Grissel turned and got up, grabbed the door handle, and slammed the door against her head. Sheryl made strangled grunts as the door mashed her face against the frame. The door was a cheap one so it buckled and bent after only a few good swings but Grissel kept at it for a good minute or two even though it wasn’t really doing much damage. She looked down and saw that blood was running from Sheryl’s bruised nose and figured that was good enough. Grissel reached down and grabbed Sheryl’s thick, dark, erect nipples – Grissel didn’t notice but hers were just as thick and erect – and grabbed them with her forefinger and thumb, twisting them down until they almost touched her breasts again with a flick of her wrist.
Sheryl screamed and kicked upwards, her foot landing directly inside Grissel’s hairy snatch. Grissel jumped up as nearly half a foot of foot drove inside. Sheryl grabbed Grissel’s wrists and used her momentum to rock backward and flip Grissel over her and into the hallway behind, her entire weight being supported by the foot in her pussy. Grissel crashed into the hallway behind Sheryl and bounced off the hard tile floor again. Sheryl got up and saw Grissel on her knees, gripping her aching pussy, her ass poking up in the air, her brown eye winking at her in the open air. Sheryl grinned then put the first knuckle of her right fist against Grissel’s ass hole, gripped her ass cheek with the left, and pushed with all her might. Grissel screamed as Sheryl worked her fist into her dry ass hole, pushing and twisting until they both feel Grissel’s anal ring gripping Sheryl’s wrist. It was such a tight fit that Sheryl started yanking back, realizing that she was stuck in Grissel’s ass.
Through the intense pain Grissel took advantage and turned over, wincing as she pinned Sheryl’s arm underneath her. Then she watched the terror in Sheryl’s eyes as she brought both of her legs up and kicked Sheryl square in both of her tits. She flew backward, her right fist making a sickening squelch as it popped out of Grissel’s ass. Sheryl slid back across the floor and into the hallway wall. She sat there panting as her forearms rubbed her bruising tits while she massaged her injured right wrist. She looked up and Grissel was standing over her, her face red with rage, a trickle of blood flowing down her thigh from her fisted ass hole. “Now you’re dead, cxnt!”
Grissel lifted her leg and Sheryl dodged out of the way, her wrist shooting pain up her arm as she made a run for the door. She made it out into the hallway and to the elevator, pounding the down arrow furiously as she looked back nervously at the apartment door. She heard the elevator “ding!” just as she saw Grissel running out of the door looking like a demon from hell, her pendulous breasts making slapping noises as she ran. Sheryl leapt into the elevator, almost knocking over a shocked couple that were already there. Sheryl looked at them, then down at her bruised tits, then yelled “RUN!” The couple moved out of the elevator just in time for Grissel to crash into the man, knocking him to the floor as she skidded to a stop. The woman was still in the elevator doorway, frozen in terror. Grissel grabbed her arm and tossed her aside like a rag doll before charging into the elevator like a linebacker. She bashed her shoulder against Sheryl’s chest and drove her against the metal railing in the back of the elevator. Grissel’s hands were around her throat when Sheryl saw the terrified eyes of the man and woman outside the elevator as the doors closed.
Sheryl batted and clawed at Grissel’s arms, finally reaching down and grabbing a handful of pubic hair and pulling with all her might. Grissel howled in pain and let go, and Sheryl stuffed the curly hairs down her open mouth. Grissel coughed and spat out hair while Sheryl tried to get out from behind her. Grissel wasn’t having any of that, though, and drove her knee right into Sheryl’s pussy. Sheryl choked in pain and sank to the floor as Grissel kneed her stomach, her left tit, her shoulder. She was so frantic that she was tiring herself out, so when the doors opened Sheryl saw her opening and pounced out of the elevator like a panther.
Unfortunately, Sheryl might have passed for a cougar, but she was no panther. She stumbled and scrambled to her legs and realized she was barely outside the elevator before she felt Grissel bash into her back. Grissel grabbed her shoulder, spun Sheryl around, and gave her a nasty, meaty slap with her right hand that echoed on the paved floor and walls of the apartment complex. Grissel slapped her again, and again, stalking forward as she did. Each slap made Sheryl dizzier but, at the same time, angrier; her fight was coming back. The fourth slap met Sheryl’s forearm with a block, and she countered with a vicious slap right back that caught Grissel across her jaw and stopped her movement. Sheryl fired back with two more, forehand and backhand, and Grissel staggered backward.
People from the apartment building were looking over the railing now from multiple stories at the strange spectacle of two naked women battling outside in the nude. The battle was chaos now, a flurry of slaps, scratches, pokes, and bites. Grissel biting Sherly’s shoulder while clawing and twisting her tit. Sheryl spitting in Grissel’s face while stomping on her foot. Both women eventually grab each other’s hair, shaking and yelling and kicking each other for what seemed like forever. Finally, they collapsed to their knees. Sheryl sluggishly beat at Grissel with one hand while the other was still knotted in her hair. Grissel was scratching Sheryl’s arm and slowly slapping at her tits with the other. Sheryl made one final push forward and they fell to the floor, Grissel bashing her head against the concrete and Sheryl bashing her head on Grissel’s, both women beaten, bruised, bloody, and exhausted. The last thing they heard before they drifted into unconsciousness was the wail of a police siren getting closer.
