Pick Up Battle
Catwriter
“You stay outta this, farm boy!”, said the fetching young blonde.
“Leave him alone!”, spat the gorgeous brunette as she shoved her right shoulder into the blonde’s left. Blondie shoved back glaring harshly at her companion. Their anger looked about to erupt as we were cruising along in Bud, my Ford pickup out smack-dab in the middle of the county.
“Ladies, pleaseI’ve got to make a pick up in town in half and hour and..”
“Shut up!” they both turned to glare at me in the rearview mirror.
Turning again toward one another, their faces were turning crimson as their anger reached a boiling point. They were, it seems, groupies headed for another concert and their previous ride had dumped them in the middle of nowhere for, gee whiz, constant bickering and fighting. Obviously not a catfight fan.
Damn they were pretty. Small noses, high cheekbones, thick slightly curly hair flowing halfway down their backs and very sexy blue eyes. Wearing sleeveless black t-shirts and daisy dukes, they were a compelling duo.
“Billy never woulda dropped us here if it hadn’t been for you, Monica!” shouted the brunette.
“Fuck you, Miranda. If you weren’t so damn jealous this never would have happened.” Spat Monica.
“Jealous? Of you? Please!” replied Miranda cattily.
That was it. They threw their arms around one another, bringing their large chests together in a partial side headlock. One arm securely around her rival’s back, each beauty launched a hand into hair and the grunting began. Their upper bodies and heads occasionally slammed into my rear glass. Figured I’d pull over in case they went over the side. I got out and leaned on Bud, enjoying the escalating battle taking place on his bed-liner.
The battling females were wedged into a corner making further movement difficult. Their sexy legs were splayed before them, hair spread across their laps as hands dragged heads downward. Their breathing became more rapid, interspersed with grunts and curses. They were stalemated and sexy as hell, wrestling as ferociously as they could in the close confines of the corner.
In desperation, Monica released Miranda’s hair and pinched her right nipple. Miranda screeched and released her hold allowing Monica to extricate herself and rise to her knees.
“You little bitch!” screamed Miranda and slapped Monica so hard her hair spun in a 180.
Monica’s return slap had the same effect on the brunette. Rubbing their faces for just several seconds, they lunged forward anxious to resume hostilities. Grasping double handfuls of hair, their lovely breasts again slammed together beneath the wildly stretched t-shirts. Their hair pull had their faces toward me but they had eyes only for each other. At about 110 pounds each, they were equally matched and couldn’t seem to topple each other to engage in a total body floor fight.
Briefly, they would hold each other by the hair at arms length, hair pulled straight back, heads turning slowly, teeth bared.gasping harshly. Then Miranda wrenched hard to the left almost toppling Monica whose shapely ass rose tantalizingly into the air. But Monica stopped her fall by pulling Miranda to the right. Spreading their knees further apart, they secured firmer hair holds and began a savage jerking motion, knees occasionally rising off the truck bed and then slamming back down. Tears were streaming down their reddened faces as they grunted and groaned, lost in combat.
Monica reached forward with her left hand, securing a firm grip at the neck of Miranda’s t-shirt. Miranda quickly secured a similar hold on her opponent as both battlers used this new leverage point to topple the other. Pulling hard in a downward fashion, four dangling breasts made their wonderful appearance, swaying and bobbing with the furious tearing action.
Miranda, seeking revenge for the previous titty pull latched onto Monica’s right nipple and twisted causing Monica to scream loudly. Monica quickly clawed viciously at Miranda’s left breast leaving red claw marks upon it. They were squealing like crazy as the twists and scratches took their toll. Soon, four hands were twisting away mauling at breasts. Grunts gave way to screams as the hellcats tore at each other’s heavy tits.
Heads leaned on shoulders as they closed even further. I could see breast flesh squished between their fingers as they twisted each other’s titties in horrible fashion. Monica bit into Miranda’s shoulder. Miranda bit back. Pain becoming too great, the wild females pushed each other back. Landing on their asses both had leaned back catching breath. Their wonderful breasts just rolled on their chest in this position. Long strands of sweaty hair clung to their faces, breasts, shoulders and backs. They looked like.heaven.
I thought they might have damaged one another enough at this point and released the pent up anger both felt.
“You look like hell, bitch!” snorted Miranda, “Like the bitch from hell you are!”
“And you’re a beauty queen just home from the ball!” laughed Monica.
Oh oh. Perhaps I’d been mistaken.
Miranda kicked forward and connected with Monica’s lower leg eliciting a short squeal from her rival.
Monica kicked back and soon both were holding legs in the air like double swords, parrying. thrusting then kicking furiously. There’s going to be some serious bruises in the morning. Their eyes began blazing again and suddenly they jumped to their feet, lunged together, spun twice and fell out of the pickup onto the soft shoulder of the road. They rolled down a little hill cursing and groaning and punching now. These two just couldn’t get enough of each other. The last strands of t-shirt were left on their way down the hill and the topless catfighters held each other tightly about the neck and back. They came to rest on their sides and began slapping faces and breasts and then going for a full out breast attack. Slap, twist, punch and it just went on.
I was kneeling just several feet away amazed at the incredible intensity of their faces as they continued tearing at one another.
Finally, Monica managed to roll atop her rival and held her there. Noses an inch apart, they just breathed heavily into each other’s faces. Breasts flattened out to the side, pussies held apart only by the daisy dukes, they were clearly exhausted.
That was it for me as I unloaded landing some spunk on their sweaty shoulders. They looked over to me and, I don’t know how.smiled.
“Horny little country boy never seen a catfight before?” asked Monica.
“I think we rang his bell.” Opined Miranda.
“Come over here with us, Jethro.” Monica said mockingly. Hell, my name is Jeb. My daddy named me Jeb cause I could spell it better.
Never did make that delivery. The stranded gals stayed with me about a week before they moved on to their next concert. We enjoyed some pretty intense moments together and they wrestled all the time cause it got me hotter n a firecracker. Even had another catfight. But I’ll always remember the first one on Bud’s bed liner. Bet he will too.
