To What Extreme 4
Well it has been a month since Rita went cougar vs cougar with Bonnie. Most of the damage Bonnie caused has healed up, and her face has no real “bad” scars. She can see feint marks on her face, and as her fingers trace them, she recalls every inch of Bonnies finger nails gouging her.
But Rita can smile over it now as she was the winning cougar. The two fought for the man they wanted. Bonnie suffered a savage loss at Ritas hand, and was told to never contact Joe the love interest again, which she complied with.
Rita entertained Joe in the bedroom more often then he ever wanted. She also would tell him about the fight to really get him hard, since the call from Bonnie when she threatened to meet Bonnie again. It was obvious from what Joe over heard the two got into it, he just had no clue the viciousness.
Everything was going great for the two, and seem to get more serious between them. But Joe was never the type to be tied down. He loved the relationship he had, but he also liked to keep his options open.
Rita knew it might not take long for Joe to either find another, or be hit on by some cougar during his travels for work or at some bar. But despite hoping to never have to fight that viciously again, Rita also knew if she had to she was willing to.
Bonnie other than Rita bringing her up in the fight, was never thought of again by Joe. As Rita told him the better woman won and he accepted it as such. Joe had some travel coming up for work, Rita hated it cause if some bitch got her claws in him, she wouldn’t be there to fight for him.
But as luck would have it, Joe was about to meet someone he never planned on, right in the airport before ever leaving. As he was waiting to board, a sexy blonde swaggers by him, their eyes meet and she gives him a sweet smile that had an invitation all over it.
Joe smiled back and the blonde asks “is anyone sitting here?”. Joe clears his throat, “uhmm no, no one please have a seat”. He cleared his jacket from the empty seat and the mature blonde slowly sits. “Hi my names Wanda, nice to meet you”. Joe shakes her hand gently, “pleasures all mine Wanda I’m Joe”. The two start to chat as they do Joe forgets all about Rita and the fact she would pounce at this blonde if she was here.
Wanda asks if Joe is married or in a serious relationship, he denies the marriage question and adds that he has a girlfriend but its not leading to anything more. Wanda smiles and bats her eyes at Joe, as they chat the airline comes over the p.a. System. “Attention Ladies and Gentlemen, flight 546 has been delayed to bad weather till further notice.”
Joe sighs and takes out his phone to text his boss, since there was no way to avoid the weather, Joe was happy to have the company of Wanda to ride out the delay.
Wanda still smiling so sexy and bright purrs, “well since we aren’t going anywhere for a while, what do you say i let you buy me a drink at the bar”.
Joe smiles, “sounds like a great idea, lets go”, they stand up Joe grabs his carry on and a briefcase , and as Wanda grabs her bag Joe grabs it, “please allow me”.
Wanda winks “well a gentleman and handsome”. The two walk to the bar and sit side by side at it, they order and before they know it an hour passes and they are laughing and becoming closer. Both forgetting about any other relationship matters as they seem to have found the ideal one in each other.
Time past as if it didn’t exist, before Wanda or Joe knew it the plane was ready to board. As Joe stood up, Wanda grabbed his hand, “what if we catch the next flight “. Joe sees the lust in her eyes, “i won’t tell if you don’t”. The two walk from the terminal, and grab a cab to a hotel, after another drink the two spent all night in bed. Wanda was 5’9” 149 and a 36E-28-38, a little thicker of the type he had, but he wasn’t going to complain.
As they finish and lay in bed, Wanda as her fingers pet Joe’s chest, she asks about his girlfriend back home. Joe smiles he tells a few brief things, but Wanda presses it, especially if she was she jealous type. Joe hesitated a moment, “well i can’t say how bad it was, but i met her on a dating sight along with another, she learned of the other and they had a fight”.
Wanda sits up, “a physical fight?”, Joe nods yeah she came home one day a few good scratches on her face and a few other places, the other woman called me in tears and was told by the girl friend if she saw her look at me she would claw her eyes out, so i guess she is.”
Wanda lays back down and smiles a bit as she changes the subject. The next morning both get to the new flight and head out. They spent another night together at the destination then flew home together. Joe knew trouble was stirring when Wanda wanted his phone number, back home Rita stopped over and welcomed Joe home with a night in bed.
She really didn’t ask about his work, just if his day or trip was good. This time however, when asked. Joe smiled as he said it was good, he told her the flight had been delayed so he grabbed a hotel.
Rita had that jealous intuition turn on, there was more to this she told herself. She and Joe started going out again, and other then major amounts of time in bed things seemed back to normal. Till one night as Joe was showering his cell went off, not wanting be that woman, but she looked at the number.
She saw it said Wanda, she doesn’t recall ever over hearing Joe talk to a Wanda. She thought a minute then the phone rang again, Rita looks and its Wanda again. Was it a work emergency, Rita thought it best to answer it.
Rita softly answered, “hello?”, there was a second of silence then Rita hears a soft sultry tone, “hello, is Joe there?”. Rita could hear this was no emergency or any work call, “he is indisposed at the moment, who is calling.?” There was a silence then it came, “my names Wanda, and you must be Rita.” Rita squints she knows what this is now, “why yes it is Rita, and i take it you heard about me.”
Wanda feels her jealousy rise, “oh i heard about you, i hear you are the type to fight for your man.” Rita sits up more, “thats right i will, and not this kitten crap honey, i claw and bite.” Wanda can hear and sense what Ritas trying to do, “well he doesn’t know, but i will use my natural weapons as well on another woman.”
Rita sits a second “well what he doesn’t know is better, and if i had to again, and i hope i don’t have to..or do I?’. Wanda was quiet a moment, “well i have to say, i didn’t think it would come up so soon, but i do really like Joe, and obviously you do. So why don’t you and i play this by ear, and if he can’t decide between us, i guess you and i will. How about we check on each other’s progress say in 3 weeks.”
Rita squirms a little in anger, “well i guess thats fair, but know this honey, i see you appearing when he and i are out, lets just say he will get more than a story , he will see what we can do to each other.”
Wanda squirms a little, “fair enough and rest assure that goes both ways, see ya soon”. Wanda hung up, she knew Joe would see her call, Rita could have just deleted the call, but she almost wanted catch up with this Wanda.
The next three weeks were tense but both women had time with Joe. It was almost a dare or game to them, right up till time with Joe was becoming less as he was splitting his time. Both knew what was coming, and how it might be needed to handled.
At three weeks, Rita was with Joe in bed, his cell went off. Rita sat up and watches Joe answer the call without looking. He sits up, “hey ,hi well i am kind of occupied.” Rita sneers “give me the phone”. Joe looks at Rita then hands the phone to her, “hello its Rita, can i guess who this is”.
Wanda sneers on her end, “oh i see, well seems we both have decided to not take a warning seriously.” Rita breathes out, “lets not delay this any longer, next Friday night , the motel on Grand, I’ll leave word for you at the front desk, you agree?”.
Wanda was sure they weren’t meeting there for drinks, “as long as we can settle this sure.” Rita replies, “oh we are going to, and like cougars not kittens.” Wanda breathes in, “then I’ll see you there at 9 good.?” Rita hisses, “nine is perfect, we can discuss the rest when we see each other.”
Both hang up, Rita stares at Joe as he stammers for an apology, Rita puts her finger to his lips, “shhh you and i aren’t married honey, i thought we were closer than you being sucked in by some airport whore, but no worries,I’ll make sure she moves on.”
Joe got hard at hearing that, and Rita jumped on him again. As much as Joe asked Rita for details or if he could watch, the answer was no. Finally Friday night comes, Rita is in her home and puts on a red mini dress v cut and has matching heels and bra, her thighs black as she does light makeup and her hair up.
She grabs a small bag and heads to the motel, once checked in, Rita waits in the room sitting on the bed. The same message was left with the front desk, Wanda struts in the lobby, wearing an emerald green mini dress and heels, a black bra under and black thigh highs , her hair up as well.
She tells the desk she is here, her key slid to her. As Wanda presses up the desk calls Rita notifying her the guest arrived . Rita sits upright as Wanda enters the room, her eyes take a quick look around then focus on her rival.
Wanda steps to the bed, then both strip to their lingerie. Their bodies thick , busty and strong.
Wanda takes the seat and the two women just glare, Wanda finally asks, “so, just how are we doing this.?’’ Rita rolls her heeled ankle, “i think you know, we have a titfight then a cougars fight, claws and teeth.”
Wanda rolls her ankle, “i see, are you certain you want to end it in a cougars fight?, cause once we start its going to get nasty”. Rita smirks “it better”. Without either signaling, they arch their backs and reach behind them. One by one each hears the others bra clasps pop open, their bras slacken till finally they are able to simply pull the bras away from their bodies.
Their equally large breasts swell free, then each woman sets her bra on the bar. Wanda caresses her round breasts and pinches her thick nipples, “so what are the stakes for round 1 ?”.
Rita caresses her own and pinches her thick nipples, “winner milks losers tits, then smothers the loser, then we take a short breaks and well you know the rest.” Wanda slowly eases off the bed, then Rita does.
With their round large breasts firm and a slow heavy wobble, both women walk to the center room. Their hands go on their hair as their breasts lift up and outward, they glare as they circle.
Rita hisses, “standing submission only”. Wanda glares, “i wouldn’t want it any other way”. The circling stops, they swipe their nipples at the others and both breath in from the feel. Then slowly they step head on and push their big breasts head on.
As they bulge the mass between them they feel others resistance. Now aware they are equal, Wanda starts the duel by gyrating her breasts against Rita’s. The feeling at the start is undeniably arousing. But as each starts to add her strength and power to moving the others breasts, they soon put aside the erotic feeling.
Rita and Wanda both breath out a warm breath, their shoulders roll and drive their breasts together firmer. Each woman emits soft grunts and huffs as they feel their rivals press right back.
Their legs straight as they hold still just probing their breasts into the other pair. Each searches a weak spot , or sore area. Anything they can exploit and force the other to give, as much as each is willing to take this meeting to the extreme, they would rather break their rival here and be done. But both know, this is only a warm up for the real fight.
The shoving of their breasts into the others gets a bit firmer and done with much more enthusiasm. Both women hate the other more for matching her so well, but its early in and this duel can be either fight by its end.
The otherwise silent room, starts to erupt in fleshy collisions between the two mature cats. Rita feeling how Wanda is using her tits like a rolling pin , up and down into hers. Rita decides to slap her hands on Wandas hips and as she pulls her in, starts to alternate her breasts into Wandas. Making sure her right meets Wandas and the same for the left breast, but Wanda feels the move, “uuhhnn uhhnnn bitch”.
Rita pulls Wanda in more, “feeling my tits bitch hmm?”. Wanda can’t back away, she starts to bump her breasts as firmly back, in the same fashion right on right and left on left. The veiny globes crush head on as both ladies huff and pant. Both dare the other to fight harder, Wanda slaps her hands on Rita’s hips and now the two women, put more motion into the move.
Their breasts CLOP heavily, there is jostling and quake in the firm breasts as they meet their opposing pair. Both women turn and shake their head as they hate how well matched they are. Wanda huffs “having problems bitch hmm?”. Rita pants harder, “only problem is your still feeling my tits cow, now fight mine”.
The steady head on colliding goes on for 25 minutes, both ladies add a gyrating roll as their breasts meet the opposing pair. Turning red slowly but definitely, both women pant, gasp, and huff heavier as they can’t seem to punish the others breasts hard enough.
Rita becoming frustrated grabs hold of Wandas thong and pulls up hard, Wanda arches her body stiff, her head looking upward as her mouth drops open. Wanda goes to her toes as the lace material is forced between her moist folds. “Aaghhhh bitch “. Is yelled out, she shakes her head no as Rita pulls up on it s stretching it out as the slow rip and pop of material is heard giving way.
Wanda slaps at Rita’s back, then grabs hold of Rita’s thong and yanks up as hard as she can, Rita shakes her head back looking up, as she feels the moist burn of the thong saw between her folds. Both try to fight on on their tippy toes. Their large round breasts glisten as they grind and rub into each other’s breasts.Rita pulls her arms and shoulders inward, bulging her large breasts, and starts to plow her breasts head on and upward into Wanda’s.
Wanda slowly begins to lose ground, being forced to back pedal about the fight area. Both are panting heavy, when they glare in others eyes they know the real fights yet to come.
Both curl a lip as they drag and pull their breasts across the others, Rita bulges her tits more between her arms and now starts a rowing motion up at the undersides of Wanda.
The move has an effect she wanted, Wanda is red faced and really trying to not be pinned to a wall, but Rita is coming at her with all she has in her breasts, “UUGHh mfff mff mff cmon bitch feel my tits “.
Wanda hating to admit it but her heels are still making her retreat as her rival is staying on her like she is attached. Wanda is looking behind her but still at her rival, Rita is really pouring on the assault, her large breasts are pumping into Wandas and jostling them easier.
Wanda shakes her head , “uuhhh ohh you bitch my tits get off me”. It was what Rita needed to hear, she continues the assault then as Wanda is looking to step back , she tugs Wanda to her as she thrusts upward, SMACK!!, rings out. Wanda, throws her head back and lets out a screech, “owwww my tits you bitch, ok ok i give get off my tits”.
Rita sneers as she delivers one last thrust upward, their breasts smack again and Wanda cups her tits. Rita a smirk of victory, “you have a choice bitch, all fours or turn around and I’ll milk you standing.” Wanda is breathing heavy, she doesn’t want to be on the rug, so she turns and places her hands up over her head.
Rita steps behind her and presses her hot round breasts to the bare back of Wanda, then her hands come up and latch on, she begins to squeeze, twist and pull on the large breasts. Wanda can only whimper and take it, as her tits are man handled she hisses, “uugghh mmffff owww oh you fucking bitch my tits, aghhh i am going to claw your eyes out bitch”.
Rita squeezes deeply, then hisses in her rivals ear, “you better hope you can bitch, cause I’ll claw your eyes and carve my name in your tits”.
After several minutes of being milked , Rita delivers a slap to Wandas tits then steps away, she takes a seat on the bed and adjusts her thong back. Upon seeing its hanging loose from the pulling, Rita eases her thong off. Wanda sits on the bed as she tugs her thong off, they both caress their breasts and make sure their hair is still up as they wanted it.
Their breathing back in control they look at one another. The looks are both jealous hate and fear. Each of them knows they are about to tear into one another unlike any common street brawl.
Wanda clears her throat, “well we ready to have this fight?”. Rita takes a deep breath in, “unless you are willing to give him up over a titfight, i say we both better be ready for a fight “.
Wanda stands up she wipes her face of sweat and stands in just heels , thigh highs and garters . Her hands on her hips as she swallows . Rita stands up, shakes her hands out then slowly steps in front of Wanda, they glare looking for a sign the other rather walk away, but its clear by the look neither will.
The two mature women take a deep breath in, they then slowly step to face each other as close as they can. Their eyes stare with cold glares, their breasts red and glistening rise and fall steady.
Their thick stiff nipples touch, both breath in at the feeling. Wanda in a low hiss, “cougar vs cougar?”. Rita inhales, “thats right, till one of us gives and loses her man, and pride. Still woman enough ?”. Wanna inhales, “your about to find out just how much a woman i am”.
Both raise their hands higher and open their fingers as wide as they can. The room silent other than breathing through flaring nostrils. Neither steps aside as nipples slowly press into aureolas, Wanda hisses, “fight me”. Rita hisses back, “fight me”.
There is a pause as they hold open hands at the ready, then both women stab their finger nails into others face and gouge up flesh. Both wince and make faces of pain and anger, grunting they use their nails to rake their rivals face.
Chins tilted up as they offer their face up in pride. Neither turns her head as red furrows are drawn into their faces. Both Wanda and Rita snarl, “fucking bitch , my face”. “Shut up cxnt and fight me whore”.
They stand still breasts swelling together as they pant heavy, and slap at one another’s face , all while digging their claws in and bringing red lines down each other’s face. The courage each woman has to stand and be scratched while scratching back, is intense.
Some slight shifting of their heels starts as they both shift their body weight accordingly. Teeth showing, eye brows narrowed, the two cougars continue to swipe and rake away.
Grunts and panting of pain, jealousy, hate, and fear, are grunted through gritted teeth. As they leave red furrows on each other, stinging slaps are now heard between them, as each takes her turn at delivering solid open hand or curled nails slaps.
They have a vicious exchange lasting minutes, but both are already feeling the damage as sweat causes extreme burning in the already burning marks. Tears mix with sweat as they slash, slap, and rake freely at each other.
Slowly as more damage is inflicted, both women staying face to face start to turn and step about. Their faces a bright red and the furrows being scored a brighter fire red.
Both women now start to whimper and grunt and yelp. Neither wants to but the amount of damage is becoming savage. Wanda teeth gritted and curling her lip, digs both hands fingers in Rita’s face. She then spits, “I’ll carve your face bitch”. She starts to push Rita’s head back and as a result , Rita is walked backward a few steps.
Rita gasps in a growl, “uughhh ohh my face you cxnt”. As Rita tries to step to her right Wanda rakes her finger nails off her rivals face, Rita with red furrows down her features has wild wide open eyes. Rita instead of turning away charges at Wanda. Their red swollen breasts slap head on as do their bodies, the pair twist as one then Rita takes a fistful of Wanda’s hair and snaps her head forward then back.
Wanda gasps in pain,, “Awww Bitch my hair”. Rita shakes Wanda’s head by the hair then snakes her calf behind Wandas knee. As Wanda feels her rivals free hands fingers at her face she tries to turn her head while stepping left. Rita quickly yanks Wanda by the hair to the left and trips Wanda over her calf.
Wanda is thrown down to one knee, she reaches up behind her to try to fend off her rival. Rita is like a tornado, she spins around Wanda and now yanks her rivals head back with a snap of the hair , making Wanda look up. Wanda in fear gasps, “you cxnt let me up and fight…” her yelp was cut off by Rita’s fingernails digging then cutting into her face, slowly as Rita sinks her finger nails in she drags them up along Wandas face.
Wanda screeches out into Ritas open palm, “Nooo Aiieeee my face you Whore my face!!”. Rita snarling like a wild lion, “I am going to make sure no man even looks at you Bitch”.
Wanda flails her hands and arms back and up at Rita who has superior positioning on her in this cougar fight. When Wanda manages to grab a hold of Ritas breast she squeezes it and rips her claws into the fleshy globe. Rita winces but refuses her dominate hold, “wanna scratch tits you whore , fine by me”.
Rita rips her nails from Wandas face leaving trenched furrows, only to cup Wanda’s right breast and her nails stab into the flesh and then rip red trench furrows up it till she reaches Wandas neck. Once her hand reaches the neck she grips a hold of it and starts to choke her rival, all while making her stay on her knee as she tortures Wanda by the roots of her scalp.
Wanda starts to struggle to stand and or get free, as her left knee lifts from the floor, Rita jams her knee into the back of her rivals and it buckles Wandas knee and with Rita’s body weight behind her shoves Wanda face first to the floor.
Wanda squirms to face Rita, but Rita is loving the controlled position, she slams a fist into the side of Wandas cheek, then straddles her rivals back. Rita sits up on Wandas back, she goes from a savage look to a smile then as she sits higher up on Wandas back her hands cup Wandas face and cut through the flesh with her nails.
Wanda screeches as Rita looks down at her with a proud grin and hisses, “want more cxnt hmm? I swear i will claw your eyes out Bitch”. Wanda shakes hr head , the pain is beyond hurting from a fight, blood trickles swell in the furrows and seep down.
Rita finishes cutting through then cups her rivals chin again, “last chance Bitch, give now or i will destroy your face for good”. Wanda kicks and flails her arms and tries to shake her head free of the grip. Finally as she feels there is no choice she unwillingly but in tears screams out , “OK OK I GIVE STOP”. Rita smiles with a savage delight then instead of rolling her rival over and face sitting her, Rita sets her nails over both eyelids and slowly starts to scratch along them, as she does she growls, “i ever find out you so much as wrote him a letter whore, I’ll find you and I’ll finish you got it?”.
Wanda crying in fear and pain nods weakly, as she stammers , “he is yours please leave my eyes alone please, you win”. Rita stops short of actually scratching her rivals eyes an then stands, as she swaggers to the bed and grabs her dress and both bras, she watches as Wanda lays in a ball on the dirty rug a total defeated mess.
Rita starts to walk for the door, as she passes Wanda she kicks her rival in her breasts then looks back, “lose his number bitch”. Rita shuts the door, gets in her car and drives home to clean up best she can. Later that night Joe stops over and sees the marks.
Initially he is worried Rita lost as she grabs her , but Rita smiles and kisses him, “one or two scars baby, but trust me that whore is done with you.” They go to her bedroom and as Rita straddles him, and he cups her breasts , she tells him the best she can recall how the fight went.
The next day after a shower Rita has a tear run down her face. She sees the deeper cuts Wanda made and she realizes one slow reaction or slip and it would be Wanda standing in her bathroom with Joe in her bed. Rita ponders if this level of handling it is worth it, then she grins and says to her reflection, “let another whore try me, I’ll take her eyes”.
Rita inhales knowing her next could very well be her last, or just another she beats, either way Rita has her claws in Joe and won’t give up without a fight.
The End
