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I needed to work on my English writing skills, and I decided this was good practice. So if there's anything wrong, please tell me. And tell me what you think!


Man, this room is huge, Ashley thought.
Her father really loved her. For her eighteen birthday (the day she would finally be legal, like her friends, who were a few months older than her) not only had he paid for a trip to the beach for her and practically the entire school, but he had also given her enough money to throw the biggest party her classmates had ever seen. It had not been exactly how she wanted it (her mother insisted on a formal party, with all the girls in pretty dresses and all the boys in suits, which had ruined Ashley’s original plan of all girls in bikinis and all boys in nothing but shorts), but it had been, without a doubt, the best party she had ever seen (she still thought the idea of dresses when they were at the beach was dumb, but they were paying). And as if that wasn’t enough, her father had gotten her and her best friends the best room in the hotel. The bed was extremely comfortable, and it was the perfect place to watch as her barefoot friends stood glaring at each other, their breast firmly pressed together, their hands in their own hips in that classic “bitch pose” they could both pull off so well. But the best part was that the room was so big that, even with the huge bed, it still left enormous space on the carpet for what was about to happen.
Ashley smiled, playing with her long, red curly hair while she watched the tension grow between the blonde and the brunette. She could see it in their eyes. Samantha, the brunette, had long, wavy hair and was wearing a sexy red strapless dress that looked great with her perfectly tanned skin, courtesy of her Latino inheritance, and that showed just enough of her beautiful C-cup breasts, which were now in perfect rivalry with Valerie’s, the blonde, who was wearing a similar strapless dress, but in the color green, that looked beautiful on her pale Caucasian skin. Her breasts were exactly the same size as Samantha’s (they had measured them once), and her straight golden haircut went just below her shoulders.
Samantha rolled her eyes.
“Bitch, please. We know exactly how this is going to end” she said breaking the silence that had taken the room when their breasts had met after a few minutes of yelling and insulting one another. “With you lying on the carpet while I show you that you’re nothing but a pathetic little cxnt. Just like last time.”
Valerie laughed.
“Oh, really? Did you forget what happen the time before that?” she asked. “You were the one who was desperately trying to get up while I taught your weak, ugly body who the better woman is.”
“Oh, give me a break. You got lucky that one time. I beat you on your own birthday.”
“I beat you on yours.”
They tied the time before that, Ashley remembered. That one had been particularly good.
“Well, I don’t care. You know why, slut? Because if you don’t back off now, I’m going to show you why a skinny little cxnt body like yours can’t measure up to a girl like me!” Samantha said, thrusting her breasts forward against the blonde’s.
Ashley smirked mischievously. Valerie looked really pissed now. She was usually a very polite, laid back girl. Even during her arguments with Samantha (which happened very often), she kept a certain sense of class. Her ice cold glares were in contrast with Samantha’s fiery death scowls. She didn’t yell out loud in rage, like the brunette did, but rather spoke in a firm, calculating, contemptuous bitchy tone. And instead of constant swearing, like her rival, she threw swift poignant insults that made Samantha rage. The blonde saved “bitch” and “slut” for the actual fight, when they were tearing each other’s hair out or punishing their bodies with all their might. And, unlike Samantha (who loved the word), she never used “cxnt.”
But Samantha had insulted her body. And Valerie was really proud of her body (They both have super hot, well toned bodies, Ashley thought, It’s probably because of their fights, really. God, their asses! Just the right size, so firm, like their breasts…). So now the blonde’s usually cold expression was filled with rage. Samantha’s thrust had made her take a step back. Their breasts were still pressed together, their hands still on their hips.
“You know what, bitch?” Valerie said. “I am going to make you pay for that” she said as she returned the thrust.
“Oh, yeah? Well, you can try” Samantha scoffed “But it’s ME who is going to make YOU pay, slut!”
They both started thrusting their breasts as hard as they could, putting all their strength behind their C-cups, while they glared angrily into each other’s eyes.
Oh, right, that’s how this started. They were fighting over their boobs, Ashley remembered as she caressed her own B-cups, only covered by her bra. After they had entered the room, she had begun undressing, while for some reasons her friends started arguing over whose breasts were better. The argument had quickly grown in volume and insults, and by the time the red head was on the bed, the other two were pressing their cleavages together.
Ashley didn’t know who had started the fight. It didn’t matter at all. Sometimes it was Samantha, sometimes it was Valerie, but more often than not it seemed the fight just started on its own, like something that was just bound to happen, like something deep inside of them that was out of their control and that every two months or so (every day if they had the chance and the time, as several trips together had shown) made them jump at each other and fight like the only thing that mattered was that, their fight, for no other reason than to physically and verbally destroy each other as much as they could without leaving any marks that could not be explained or covered with makeup. When they fought it was like everything else disappeared, like the only things that existed were each of them and the other beautiful girl that they needed to punch, to slap, to claw, to…
“I fight, therefore I am”, Ashley remembered that Valerie had once told her when they were talking about it. And Samantha made fun of her for saying that and they settled it with a fight. They tied that time, too. She did not really understood what Valerie meant, but she did not need to as she saw her two best friends push harder each time, until they were trapped in one final thrust that made them press their teeth in pain, with their glares never leaving the other’s eyes, even when a few tears escaped.
Their faces look like when two wild animals are about to attack each other, Ashley thought, her hands now traveling through her entire body, maybe spending a little more time sliding through her panties and her bra. And attack they did. When neither could take the immense pressure on her breasts anymore, their hands simultaneously left their hips and went of the other’s hair. They both squealed at the same time when they felt the other pull hard, making their heads turn up to stare at the ceiling. Their feet moved quickly around the room as they mixed their screaming with insults.
“Aaaah! Let go of my hair, you fat bitch!” Valerie yelled.
“Fuck you, cxnt! You’re just jealous of my body and my hair! Aaaah!” Samantha yelled.
“Hah! Me?! Jealous of your-ahh! -jealous of your ugly greasy hair and your fat ass?! You’re the one jealous of me!”
“Who are you calling fat, slut?! I would never-ah, fuck!-I would never be jealous of your weird ass body and that fucking yellow mop you call hair!”
Sometimes I think they practice the insults they’re going to use. They were pulling every way they could, each pull making the other scream some more.
“Better than your ugly mane full of dirt! And my body-ugh!-my body is way better than yours and you know it!”
“Oh, as if! Aaah! My body is better than yours!”
“Aargh! Mine is better, bitch!”
“Then prove it, cxnt!”
They pulled down hard one last time, making their heads look to the floor, and then let go.
They stayed there for a few seconds, breathing heavily, their hands resting on their knees. When they looked back up, they looked more furious that they ever had before.
Oh, yes! Ashley thought, both for her friends and for the feeling of her hands playing with her own body.
Without saying a word, never breaking eye contact, both the blonde and the brunette unzipped the dress. (They’re flexible, too. I like that). They threw the dresses to the other side of the room, where they would not get in the way. They were not wearing any underwear, and so their well round breasts and their cleanly shaved womanhood were in plain sight. Ashley followed her friends’ example and finally got rid of her underwear too, leaving no obstacle between her hand and her pleasure. She could see the others were excited by the hardness of their nipples and how wet they both were.
Finally, the best part.
Their bodies clashed, contrasting tan and pale skin, black and yellow hair mixing together as they slapped, clawed, pulled and punched everything their hands could reach. They even used their teeth, but always making sure they left no mark on the face.
If anyone found out about their fights… man, that would suck.
Their legs joined the fight and began kicking, but their bodies never broke apart. Finally, their legs crossed and they lost balance, falling on the floor with their legs intertwined. By then, their backs, asses, stomachs and breasts were covered with scratches, bruises and bite marks. That didn’t stop them from continuing once they were on the floor, once again their breasts pressed together, pulling their hair and scratching their backs.
They’re almost done. Fuck, so am I!
“Fuck you, whore! I fucking hate you!” Samantha yelled, grabbing a handful of blond hair and pulling to her.
“I hate you too, slut!” Valerie answered, letting the other pull their faces together, instinctively searching for the brunette’s lips.
It always ends like this.
Their tongues fought passionately as they continued hurting the other’s body with their hands and nails.
“I… hate… you” the blonde murmured into the kiss.
“I… funcking… hate you… more” the brunette answered.
Yes… oh, fuck, yes! Ahh! Ahh…! AH! “Hmph!” Ashley gasped, trying to hide her pleasure as she came, not wanting to interrupt the mood.
Her friends began thrusting their hips together, the rhythm increasing slowly. Ashley breathed heavily, the waves of her self-induced orgasm leaving her, turning her complete attention to the fight.
Their hitting, scratching and pulling was becoming clumsy as they moaned and gasped more and more, still murmuring “I hate you”’s into the kiss.
Well, it looks like it’s a tie.
Their lips broke apart. They looked up as the fight came to an end. The screams of pleasure were simultaneous.
“Fuck you! Ahhh! I hate you!” Valerie screamed. “OH, FUCK!”
“I hate you too, bitch!” Samantha screamed. “FUCK YOU!”
I wonder if they realize they’re in love with each other.
They stayed there for a minute or two, just staring at each other, trying to recover their breaths after the orgasm.  Finally, Samantha spoke.
“Whore.”
“Bitch.”
“You got lucky this time. Next time I’ll beat you.”
“Yeah, I’d love to see you try.”
“Oh, come on, girls, that’s not fair!” Ashley said. The other two looked at her surprised, like they had forgotten she was there.
“It’s my birthday and you both spend it focusing on each other and you forget all about me!” the red head pouted. Her friends looked at each other and sighed, smiling.
“You’re right, Ash. I’m sorry. It’s your birthday! It should be all about you!” the brunette said, as the two walked to the bed.
“Yeah, I’m sorry too. You’re finally eighteen! It calls for a private celebration!” Valerie said, kissing Ashley’s feet and traveling up her leg with her lips.
“Anything we can do to make you forgive us?” Samantha murmured to Ashley’s neck, licking her neck just like the birthday girl liked.
When she felt Samantha’s tongue in her mouth and Valerie’s between her legs, Ashley decided it was the best birthday ever.