Chapter 3: Peasant Actresses 2, by HGHunt
Each sensed the danger of their position and wordlessly they
parted to opposite sides of the pool. Neither dared take her
eyes off the other. When they each reached their own edge of the
pool, the stare-down continued. The cursing and screaming had
stopped when they entered the pool. It was still silent except
for the soft rock still playing on the speakers nearby. While
catching their breath together, Emily began to work her way
along the wall of the pool down to the shallow end. Not daring
to be out maneuvered in any way, Joy followed suit. It took
nearly five minutes before Emily felt her lungs were giving her
body enough oxygen. She made the next move.
Emily: "Ok, bitch. You ready for round two?"
Joy: "You'll wish you never said that. What'll it be?" She felt
so much confidence that she felt generous enough to let Emily
determine the scope of their next battle.
Emily: "Right here in the middle of the shallow end. We meet.
Standing up. Body against body. Head to toe."
Not waiting for an answer she began her slow walk to the center.
Joy straight away followed suit. The water was about three feet
deep, covering their hips to just a couple of inches below their
navels. Incredibly the girls' breasts were still formed like the
remarkable specimens they had been before the breast fight.
Standing firmly out front were four big hard nipples, just
daring their counterparts to try anything. Joy let her nipples
reach within an inch of Emily's nipples and she furiously began
to swing her tits against Emily's. Emily didn't back down a
micron and she began an equally furious attack with her own
tits. Beyond the pain left behind from the earlier tit battle,
the two girls exchanged blows with their monster tits. Right
beat against right. Left against left. Opposites smacked loudly
into each other, fighting for a dominance that was not apparent.
Each tit impacted its enemy with proud confidence. But after
nearly half an hour it was apparent that this fight was not
going to determine anything soon.
With the pain throbbing in their tits and not letting up the two
girls clinched their arms around each other, much like in their
first titfight. This time though, there was no talking about
rules or what was expected of the other. Within moments they
found their pussies bumping against each other just under the
surface of the water. Bumping didn't produce much impact, due to
the water resistance, so soon they were grinding wet blonde bush
against wet brown bush. As their tits squashed together their
grinding became more energetic. Each girl tried to lower herself
to attack upwards, aiming for the pussy of the other. They were
hindered by the water. The floor of the pool was a little too
slippery for great traction and they couldn't make their motions
quick enough through the water. Soon they found themselves with
one leg sticking through under the crotch of the other girl and
their pussies were grinding down against the top of the thigh in
close proximity to each other.
Neither girl really wanted this. Mutual masturbation wasn't the
target. They wanted to destroy each other's sex. Joy realized
her time may be approaching when her trim job just might come in
handy. She pulled Emily's mouth close to hers and began kissing
her vigorously. At first Emily resisted, despising the tongue
that was trying to invade her mouth, but in moments she took up
the battle of mouths on Joy's terms. After all it was she who
had suggested this location and head-to-toe. With a vengeance
she tried to remove Joy's powerful tongue from her mouth with
her own tongue. No luck. Joy kept up the powerful darting,
swirling action, avoiding the pressure of Emily's tongue as much
as possible, but when meeting it head on, managing to force it
back into her mouth. Winning the tongue battle was actually the
first time that Joy had felt anything tangible in her favor.
Their battle had been fought up to now on totally equal terms.
She thrilled herself with her power over Emily, even if it was
only her tongue. In an instant her joy was sent packing. Emily
bit down hard on Joy's invading tongue. She bit for several
seconds, sending shock waves of pain through Joy's tongue.
When Emily finally let off with her bite, Joy pulled back away
from Emily and screamed at her, "You bitch, you bit my tongue."
With a big flourish she summoned up as much saliva and phlegm as
she could find in her mouth and spat at Emily's face. A huge gob
of spit hit Emily's nose and eyebrow and dripped quickly down
into her left eye. Venomous anger was replacing sexy tension in
both women. It only took an instant for Emily to respond in
kind. Her big wad of spit hit Emily right between her eyes,
drizzling down across her nose and seeping into the corners of
her eyes.
With that both girls attacked each other with their fists. Joy
landed three quick blows to the side of Emily's face before
Emily found her target. She hit Joy squarely on the nose,
sending a shock deep into Joy's head. Emily had been stunned by
the blows she received as well. Her jaw ached from the pain of
Joy's powerful fist. They moved in close to each other and the
swinging arms began grabbing handfuls of hair and pulling. The
catfight had resumed. The screaming, cursing girls attacked each
other with a vengeance. Arms flailed wildly punching, slapping,
and pulling hair as they stood literally toe-to-toe in the
water. Emily found a great target in Joy's left boob and she
gave it several good shots with her right fist. Furiously trying
to attack Emily, Joy managed to pull her hair hard enough to get
Emily in a tenuous head lock. The moment she felt in control of
Emily's head she lifted her feet off the floor of the pool and
her weight dropped them into the water. Emily was not strong
enough to prevent it and she found herself dunked underwater in
a vice-like head lock. She knew that Joy would show no mercy and
she did the only thing she could think of. She grabbed for Joy's
pubic hair and began pulling with all her strength. A fistful of
hair came out in her hand, and she went back for more. Joy kept
up the headlock, using both arms to try to control the flailing
Emily. The pain was intense and she thought she could take it
until she felt Emily's fingers find her pussy. In a flash Emily
had scratched a path just inside one of Joy's labia. In another
flash, Joy relinquished her hold on Emily and threw her body
away from her. When Emily stood up, catching her breath Joy
spoke in labored words. "You want to fight my pussy. I'll give
you my pussy. Just like before. Your pussy, my pussy. Scared of
my pussy so much you have to scratch it. You cxnt. I'll tear
your pussy apart and I won't even have to use my hands. Pussy!"
The hatred Emily felt had risen to new levels but she would
never back down from a challenge, "You're the bitch who tried to
drown me. You'll get what you want, but you'll really wish you
hadn't." She pointed over to one of the recliners on the deck of
the pool and said, "Over there slut, whenever you're ready."
Slowly the two tired girls climbed up out of the pool. No trust
whatsoever existed between the warring girls. They gingerly
approached each other and the recliner. Emily adjusted the
recliner to accept both girls. The nice cushioned surface could
be adjusted to recline from either end by raising a support bar
located underneath. Emily raised both ends so that they could
recline back with their legs off to either side and join up
their pussies right in the middle. The first to swing her leg
over the seat and lay back, Emily raged at Joy and spat out her
demand, "Sit down here cxnt, I can't wait to fuck your slimy
pussy till it can't take any more!" Joy sexily sauntered the
last few steps to the recliner and swung her left leg across the
cushion and slowly lowered herself to a seated position with
just about eight inches separating their still dripping pussies.
They never bothered to towel off, and the late afternoon sun
glistened off their wet bodies.
Wham! The instant Joy felt her ass touch the recliner cushion
Emily attacked with a forceful thrust of her pussy directly at
the open avenue that Joy's spread legs provided. Joy had not
been settled into place, so she hadn't met Emily's first thrust
attack with one of her own, but when Emily pulled her hips back
to attack again, Joy was ready with a powerful thrust of her
own. Smack! Their two wet pussies collided in the middle of the
recliner with a loud smack. Not only was it the sound of two wet
pussies, it was as if the pubic bones had cracked together. The
pain in their soft pussy tissue burned, but they were so intent
on hurting the other girl's pussy that they endured tremendous
pain, while dishing out as much pain to the other as they
possibly could. They reached a rhythm of pulling back and
ramming their pussies forward of about seven or eight per
minute. Like two Bighorn Sheep rams battling for mating rights
to a female, the two girls continued their pussy ramming for
several minutes. Both girls began to cry and moan again from the
pain even as they continued to deliver and receive blow after
blow. Joy was certainly not seeing any advantage in this type of
pussy warfare from her stubbly trimmed cxnt hairs. Emily had
noticed the different trim (lack of it) on Joy's pussy lips, but
paid it no mind. It seemed a moot point to her and she continued
her frontal pussy assault on Joy's lips without concern for
anything but demolishing the opposing womanhood.
Much like their earlier fight and in earlier segments of this
one, there seems to come a time when both combatants realize the
stalemated nature of their battle. At least ten minutes went by,
but then it happened. With eyes glaring across the chair at each
other they adjusted their rhythm to include hard grinding action
upon smacking together. Then they would pull back and slam into
each other again. Pussy lips met pussy lips that were swollen
and reddened from the punishment they had taken (and given out).
They gradually lengthened the fraction of each cycle that was
spent grinding their swollen pussies, causing their smacking
blows to diminish in frequency. Over just a couple of minutes
the grinding had totally replaced the blows as the method of
combat. Pushing hard without letup strained arm and leg muscles.
Within five minutes Emily felt her arms burning from lack of
oxygen. Joy was not far behind, feeling it in her legs also. But
yet they continued. While these were definitely sex organs in
battle, this time there was not nearly as much feeling of
arousal as had occurred at Joy's house after the cast party. The
sexy gentle sliding action that typified their first sexfight,
was here replaced by hard driving action, military style. No
quarter was given and none asked for. With only momentary lapses
for each girl to catch her breath they continued the forceful
grinding as the sun sank lower in the west, falling behind some
trees and casting a shadow across their bodies, where it had
glistened on them so brilliantly a little earlier.
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