Before I start, to save you some possible googling if you're not from Down Under, a guide to some terms used below
Root = Sex
Fanny = Vagina/inner&outer labia
Franga = Condom
Thongs = Flip Flops
Holden's and Fords - if you grew up in the country pre 2000s your family probably had a Ford or a Holden car and you were either for one or the other.
There might be others I've missed but those are the important ones
Catfighting Down Under
I wanted to share a story with you, something that happened to me a long time ago which I still remember vividly to this day. I was only 20 and just about to start my 3rd year of Uni. That summer after the home harvest had been completed and to make some extra money to save for a Holden Maloo Ute I decided I’d go fruit picking. Not gonna lie, I wanted to try my luck with the ladies as well and see how many roots I could pick up. I would sleep in my Ute so as not to waste money on accommodation or petrol by driving to and from home each day. A very wise friend recommended I could double my chances with the ladies if I alternated days at different picking sites. Twice as many females, roughly the same money. It’s a numbers game he’d told me. I am still in his debt for that sage advice.
You know what they say, it never rains it pours and after a week or so of not so much as a hint of success I hit the jackpot. First I met Tina, through a mutual interest in cars and the like I was lucky enough to get her into the back of my then current Ute, an ’83 WB Holden named Jolene (not after some ex or girl I liked but that song by Dolly Parton). After a few tinnies we were rooting like rabbits.
My good form continued the next day at the other site when I met Esmerelda, or Es for short. After showing off and laying some doughies in my Ute she wandered over. We too had similar interests and once again, I managed to invite her up into the Ute where after a few hours chatting it was on like Donkey Kong and we were banging each other all night.
This managed to continue all through the picking season despite some humps. Early on I decided to put it all out there and tell them that we weren’t exclusive and that I was seeing another woman as well. They had already been asking questions about why I was alternating days at different sites. Despite spending a few nights alone after that as they fumed, they chose to continue seeing me. Now to say that both women had a temper and were possessive would be underselling it. There were numerous incidents of them lying to other women to keep them away, Tina threatening an ex of mine in one case, and Es knocking a woman over on the dance floor, ‘accidentally’. Heaven help me if I even breathed too loudly when they were on their rag. If they caught me looking at another woman they certainly weren’t afraid to lash out at me physically. I’d been kicked, elbowed and even had a bucket of grapes dumped on my head. I was thankful neither had any mode of transport and were both staying at the accommodation provided by the farms. Thank god it was a time before mobile phones and social media made the world a far smaller place.
But with jealously and possessiveness comes great sex and they both went off like a frog in a sock. The fact that they knew there was another woman out there that I was fucking didn’t appear to bother them. I think it was a case of out of sight, out of mind. I was sure never to speak about one to the other. All they knew was the others name and a vague description. They did try to coax me into a monogamous relationship though as the summer wore on, becoming more insistent on the benefits of being exclusive. No frangas, promised titty fucks and blow jobs and maybe even anal. Aside from no condoms and anal (which didn’t appeal) I didn’t see anything I wasn’t already getting.
As the last days of picking approached I had my best idea yet, we would cap off the working summer with a camping trip, all three of us. To my surprise and delight I didn’t have to convince either. They readily agreed and seemed super keen. Now that the pick was done they were staying in separate caravan parks at opposite ends of town. Forces to that point seemed intent on keeping the two apart.
I made arrangements to pick them up the following day and I returned home for the first time in weeks to pack every type of item I could think of that might be needed, even my motorbike, a Honda XR250. I almost loaded the .22 bolt action rifle but reconsidered and decided to leave it behind. I made stops at the bottle shop, and lastly I stopped by the chemist to pick up some protection. I’d certainly given that chemist plenty of business that summer, I deserved a discount.
My ultimate hope was I wouldn’t need to use my swag and that I could coax both women into the 2 man tent and a threesome. They were certainly crazy jealous enough I believed that they would absolutely refuse me alone time with the other and that they would readily compete with the other for sexual superiority and my preference if they participated in a three-way. The opposite outcome being that they wouldn’t share and wouldn’t allow me alone time with the other either, although I saw that as extremely unlikely.
Turns out I would be wrong on both accounts, but an even more rare event was about to occur.
As I lay in bed that night I jerked off and fantasised about the possible threesome, running through various scenarios in my head and how I could give it to both women at the same time. I reached my own climax and fell asleep in minutes with a wide grin on my face as I considered my three body problem.
I was up early, Mum made enough Sangas for 3 for our lunch, god bless her, and I was on my way, stopping only at the servo to pick up some ice. I picked up Tina first. She was dressed in skin tight short denim cut offs with a button fly, a white top with ample cleavage and wore thongs on her feet. She was wearing her straw hat and beneath that her hair had been tied back with a pink scrunchie. I jumped out of Jolene and gave her a hug and a pash, she threw a bag of clothes and sleeping bag in the back and we were off.
Now my Holden WB Ute had a bench seat with the column shift gears so Tina was able to move right into the middle seat, hard up against me. She placed her hand on my leg, stroking it, trying to reach into my jeans to jerk me off, both of us laughing and me holding her off.
“Patience” I said.
I sped across town to pick up Esmerelda, it was a short 10 minute drive. As I pulled in I could see her waiting. Tina gripped my leg fiercely as I pulled in and she saw her for the first time. Es was wearing tight green denim cut offs, also with a button fly, also very short, a white top also revealing generous cleavage. She had thongs on and a red headscarf with her hair tied back in a ponytail beneath.
Tina cattily remarked about her headscarf querying if she was a scullery maid. I ignored the comment and getting out I hugged Es and leant in for a pash. I went to pull away but she held on trying to worm her tongue into my mouth. I heard the Ute door slam and successfully pulled away as Es turned to face Tina.
“Tina this is Esmerelda, or Es for short.”
“So we finally meet” Tina remarked.
The two women stood there, staring, sizing each other up, me comparing the two. They were practically identical height, both very short at 5’4”, similar bottoms, hips and busts, both 23 years old.
Es was naturally darker skinned but with a summer tan Tina was quite brown as well. The two women straightened to their full height, took a deep breath and puffed their chests out.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you at last” Es said.
“Likewise” Tina replied, “I’ve been wanting to meet you for some time.”
They stepped toward each other right hands outstretched and shook hands. I released a held breath and relaxed. They leant forward placing their cheeks side to side and air kissed like the French and then swapped to the other cheek. They pulled apart but I noticed that hadn’t released their handshake and were still pumping vigorously. I could see hands were gripped hard, knuckles white.
“Well we better get going” I said “it will take about 40 minutes to get there. Let me load your stuff in the back.”
They released their grip finally and turned to me smiling.
“I’ve picked a great spot, isolated, not near the main roads, plenty of scrub and trees. A 40 minute drive from the Murray if we want to go fishing or take a dip. There’s a dirt track as well so I can take you out on the bike. Now, who’s riding shotgun and who’s in the middle seat? I asked.
“I’ll sit in the middle” Es said.
“No, you have shotgun” Tina replied, “I was already sitting in the middle when we arrived.”
“No I get carsick so it’s better for me to sit in the middle so I’m not looking out the passenger window” Es stated.
“Well wouldn’t it be safer for you to sit next to the window in case you’re sick.” Gesturing at me, “I’m sure he’d be furious if you were sick in Jolene.”
“No I’ll be fine in the middle seat, won’t be sick at all. You enjoy the view and the extra leg room.”
“No, I insist” Tina replied.
Their mouths were pulled back wide in a smile but their eyes were not. Their ‘psycho’ stares which appeared when they were angry, or jealous, were in full effect. For now they were fixed firmly on the other. Tina broke the standoff, quite simply, by returning to the Ute cabin and climbing in, placing herself firmly in the middle spot.
“Great!” I exhaled, “we’re on our way.”
Es had other ideas though and sped passed me and climbed into the driver’s seat, shuffling over and leaning hard into Tina to try force her way to the middle spot. Tina just leaned right back. They weren’t outright pushing each other yet, but were very close. I reached into the cabin and removed the keys.
“Okay, this is ridiculous” I said. “Can we please get moving” I begged.
“Sure” they both said, “as soon as she moves!”
“Right. Out of the car, now! Both of you, you’re acting like children” I demanded.
Reluctantly they shuffled out. I got in the driver’s side and moved to the middle spot.
“Do either of you have your driver’s license?” I asked.
“Yes” was the mutual reply.
“Well then Es since you’re already on the driver’s side, you can drive and Tina can sit shotgun. Acceptable to everyone?” I gestured with palms out querying. To my relief they both climbed in.
“I’ll direct you” I said. Es adjusted her seat belt and pulled out of the Caravan park. I gave directions and we sped off.
Smiling with satisfaction, Tina placed her right hand on my left knee and left it there. I put my seat belt on as well while Tina seductively stroked my leg up and down, inching closer to the bulging stiffy in my jeans. Es, well aware of what was happening was gripping the wheel tight and speeding. Tina was beaming and snuggling up against me, smirking in Es’ direction, paying no attention to the road as we approached a stop sign at high speed and Es slammed on the brakes with seconds to spare. Guessing what was coming beforehand I put my arm out to prevent Tina doing a full face plant on the dash, it was a close thing and Tina was shaken.
“Oops” Es said, grinning from ear to ear.
“Stupid bitch, you did that on purpose” Tina spat.
“Sorry, I’m a little out of practice” Es sweetly replied.
“An important lesson to always wear a seatbelt” I said trying to ease the tension.
Tina buckled up and we reached the outskirts of town and the open road. Tina’s hand returned to my leg, but as Es hit top gear she moved her left hand to my right leg and did her own stroking, moving her hand up and down. Both women were gripping my jeans hard, putting pressure on the front of the jeans and forcing my rock hard stiffy up against my belly. The stroking motion was moving my foreskin up and down. At this point I noticed deep fingernail indents on Tina’s right hand, below the webbing in some spots and others right in the webbing. They were deep enough to have almost drawn blood. Looking at Es right hand on the wheel I noticed similar indents.
To put a stop to any possible accident, Ute, or in my pants, I took both girls stroking hands in mine and held them firm. They squeezed my hands back.
“My two favourite ladies in the whole world, the open road and a camping trip. This is going to be great” I declared. They both agreed that it would be.
Wanting to keep the good vibes going I put on some good tunes and sang along, Es and Tina joined in and we made good time. We even managed to fit in two innings of Car Cricket before we reached the turn off point. I directed Es onto a dirt road and said “follow the fence line for about 10 minutes.”
A few minutes along the track I spied three kangaroos about 50 metres off track in the bush. Two bucks were sizing each other up.
“Check it out” I pointed, “those two boomers are about to mix it up.”
Es braked and we watched as the two males bounced to each other and used their forepaws to push and shove at the other. There forepaws are so short it was kinda funny to watch, like they were posturing to fight but didn’t really want to. We stopped chuckling though when the kicking started in earnest.
“They’re fighting for mating rights. That’ll be the female waiting over there” I said.
“Think she’s enjoying the fight?” Tina queried.
“She does seem to be watching intently” I responded.
“I’d say she’s excited” Es suggested.
“Well, yes” I replied. “She’ll know she’s getting a root from the best male when the winner emerges.”
The two bucks were really laying into each other with the kicks, occasionally using their forepaws for a push and shove before returning to the kicking.
“You know nothing is off limits when Roos fight. They’ll kick the stomach, dick, balls, anything basically” I stated. “Sometimes they’ll kill the other, or both will die from the fight.”
“Nothing is off limits when you’re fighting for your mate” Es remarked, glancing specifically at Tina. Tina smiled back.
“As it should be” Tina said.
“Blast!” I said as a thought occurred to me. “If I had brought my rifle we could have been roasting Roo for dinner.”
“Oh no I wouldn’t let you interfere while they’re fighting. You have to let nature take its course” Tina declared.
“Absolutely” Es agreed, “you never interrupt a fight.”
A strange look passed between Tina and Es that I didn’t understand at the time.
“Come on, let’s get moving” I said.
“Nope” Tina and Es both stated. “Got to see who wins.”
They were both squeezing and then relaxing their grips on my hand and seemed heavily invested in the fight and the outcome.
Fair dinkum the fight must have gone on for 30 minutes, we were just sitting there watching. You could hear the sound of their kicks slamming into bellies. I could hear Tina and Es’ deep inhaling as well. Occasionally one buck knocked the other to the ground and tried to kick the other whilst down but the other always managed to get back up and into the fray. They both had blood on their chests and stomach and then it just ended. One Kangaroo made a funny coughing sound and hopped away towards us, the other followed for a few steps and stopped. The losing Kangaroo lay down on its side after a few hops.
“That’s that” I said.
Tina and Es both seemed a bit flushed and fanned themselves with their hands.
“To the victor goes the spoils” Es said.
The ‘winner’ wasn’t making any moves either and had also laid down on his side.
“I think it might be a little while before he’s able to make any kind of move” I laughed.
I held up an invisible rifle and pointed it in the direction of the ‘loser’.
“Bang!”
“Who’d want to eat a loser” Tina said.
Es laughed and said “indeed”.
We drove off. I directed Es to make some additional turns further down the road towards thicker scrub. We approached a clearing surrounded by trees and scrub.
“You won’t be able to drive through so just park in front of that shrub there” I said.
“Home sweet home” I said, “let’s get the tent setup.”
We walked through the trees to emerge in the clearing and we all pitched in, getting the tent up in minutes. I wheeled my bike off the trailer, and most importantly grabbed the esky and drinks. I’d put a few on ice before I left that morning so they were cold. I handed them out.
“Cheers big ears” I said.
“Same goes big nose” they both replied.
We had a wander around, stretching our legs and finishing our drinks.
“So” I said, “whaddya want to do first, go for a ride, head to the river, get a fire ready?”
I was expecting them to nominate a bike ride and was anticipating having to negotiate who would join me for the first ride but Tina surprised me and said she wanted to do some sunbathing.
“Great idea” Es replied.
They retrieved some towels from their bags in the Ute and laid them out a few metres apart. My heart sank, I’ll never understand the appeal of sunbathing, just lying there, it was so boring.
I was surprised when, casual as you like, Tina unbuttoned and removed her top. She was wearing a white push up bra underneath. Not to be outdone or intimidated Es unbuttoned her top and shed it, revealing a similar white push up bra.
“This is great” I remarked. This is sunbathing I can get behind I thought.
Es didn’t stop at the top though, she unhooked her bra exposing her breasts for all of us to see. Without the support of the bra to push her breasts up and together they separated and fell a little. They were a fraction paler than the rest of her skin, but not much. Her dark teats jutted out naturally, growing stiffer when sexually excited. She had virtually no visible areola, so those dark nipples poked out from brown breasts, almost perfectly centred. Not to be surpassed, Tina removed her bra and her breasts dropped and spread a little. She had a noticeable tan line but her breasts had been exposed to some evening sun so they were a little tanned. She had pink areolas around the size of a 20c coin with small teats which swelled a little when she was horny. Her nipples were ever so slightly off centre of her breasts.
They were both C cup size.
The two women regarded each other, looking the other over for what was probably only seconds, but felt to me like minutes.
“This is really great” I blurted out, breaking the moment.
Tina removed her hat and scrunchie and Es undid her head scarf and they let their hair down which spilled down to their waist line.
This is fantastic I thought to myself, if they are willing to get topless in front of the other then they may be willing to do more.
“I’ll get some sunscreen” I said.
I quickly returned, they were already laying down on their backs, here I said holding it out to Es.
“Just squirt it on my chest please,” she asked.
I squirted generously, she began rubbing it over her breasts and nipples, which were growing in size as she massaged the sunscreen in. Tina was on her elbows and glaring, “me too,” she said, “on my breasts as well please.”
I squeezed a large glob on her chest and now it was Es’ turn to sit up and scowl as she continued to work the sunscreen into her own skin. It was the highest factor you could buy so it was thick and greasy.
Tina spread the white sunscreen up between her breasts and to her neckline and shamelessly said
“mmm this feels familiar.”
Laughing she looked right at me but also glanced at Es to observe her reaction.
It looked like Es’ eyes might pop out of her head.
Tina’s nips were stiffening a little and emerging from her areola while Es’ were jutting out as erect as I’d ever seen them.
Es rolled over and requested “could you sunscreen my back please?” It drew my attention away from Tina and back to her.
“Of course,” I said, “with pleasure.”
She pulled her hair aside and I squeezed a large dollop into the middle of her back and spread it out evenly all the way from the shoulders down to the top of her shorts. She pulled her shorts down a little showing some arse cleavage and asked me to get there as well.
“Mmm you have such strong hands” Es sighed, “can you just keep going forever?” She laughed.
I heard Tina snort. “Don’t forgot me,” she said and rolled onto her back.
“Couldn’t forget you” I said and administered to her back, she too lowered her shorts line exposing the top of her arse crack. She moaned a little as I rubbed it in, then laughed as I rubbed down her ribs,
“careful, you know I’m ticklish there!”
Eventually I was done and the two women went tits up again, put their hat and head scarf over their faces respectively and relaxed. I had a massive ten pole in my jeans by the end of all this. So I got busy clearing an area for a camp fire and getting out some camp chairs. I grabbed a beer and a seat where I could watch over my two women as they lay still. After about 20 minutes they both rolled over onto their fronts, resting chins on hands, watching me watching them. Eventually they put their arms down and laid their heads to the side and dozed a little. I got a little bored so I took this time to retrieve the rabbit traps from Jolene and went for a longer walk around the area, laying down the traps and keeping an eye out for snakes that might be in the area in order to shoo them away or ‘take care’ of them if they headed in the wrong direction. I did spot a dam in a nearby paddock as well which would be nice for a sneaky dip later. I listened to the bird calls as well trying to identify as many as I could. I easily recognised Magpies, Galahs, Crows, Grey Currawongs and lucky me even the lovely call of the pied Butcherbird.
I managed to find some Variable Daises growing as well and picked one each for Es and Tina. I had been wandering for about 40 minutes and it was midday and my stomach was rumbling. As I made my way back to camp I found some white feathers edged with a light yellow, from a Sulphur Crested Cockatoo was my guess, I picked up two and blew the dust from them.
I decided to sneak up on the campsite and spy on Tina and Es to see how these two cats might play when the master is away. I sort of crept up, keeping trees in the direct field of what would be their line of vision.
My fantasies ran wild as I pictured spying them in various sexual positions, laying together in a sixty nine, dark hair bobbing between legs, Es on top, or maybe Tina, or maybe they lay side to side sucking and licking. Then I pictured Tina astride Es sideways so their vulvas were pressed together, Es with one leg rising in the air which Tina was gripping as she worked her hips to get them both to an orgasm.
Then the fantasy was Es on top, straddled over Tina’s tummy, Tina’s knees were up in the air and spread wide. Tina working her hips back so that clit met clit, then rocking her hips back and forward so they mashed together. Sweaty hands were gripped together as they worked to a climax.
I held my breath and peeked around the final tree and was disappointed to see that Tina and Es were still baking on their stomachs, they had hardly moved at all. They didn’t seem in the least bit interested in the other. Oh well.
I snuck up as quietly as I could and using my feathers gave each girls foot a tickle.
“Wakey, wakey.”
They grumbled a little, I continued to tickle the soles of their feet.
“It’s lunchtime,” I said, “who would like some wine?”
“Yes please” they chirped as they rolled over and sat up.
“Here” I said, holding a daisy out for each, “I picked these up cause their beautiful just like you two.”
They blushed a little and each took their flower, smelling it.
Tina went to thread it through her hair and I expected Es to do the same but instead she started to pull the petals off, reciting the old, ‘he loves me, he loves me not’ as she pulled each one. She certainly held our attention as she counted down, petals falling onto her breasts and stomach, I was starting to sweat a little but breathed a sigh of relief when she reached the final petal and gloated
“He loves me.”
She tossed the spent flower at a sour looking Tina, beaming at her, daring Tina to achieve the same result.
Not to be outdone of course Tina did the same and we all watched entranced as she worked her way through the petals. I can honestly say I was shitting bricks, if it fell on a “He loves me not” I wasn’t quite sure what might happen. Thankfully she reached the fifth last with a “He loves me” and the result was known. She and I grinned broadly as she pulled the last with a skite “He loves me” and tossed her stem at a now bitter Es.
“Let me get lunch and those drinks” I quickly said and hurried off.
I soaked in the sight of Tina and Es standing up, spent petals falling to ground, stretching it out topless, breasts and nipples jutting out as arms stretched above heads. It was very pleasant to observe.
They left their tops off and ambled over.
“Perhaps I should take my top off to fit in,” I said.
“No entry without shirts off,” Es said, holding her hand out in a stop motion.
“Sorry son I can’t let you in with that shirt on,” Tina growled in a deep voice.
“Well if those are the rules,” I replied.
I obliged, taking my t-shirt off. Tina wolf whistled and Es catcalled. I spun my shirt over my head and rotated my hips, acting like a wanker until I felt a bit too full of myself, but the ladies had a bit of a laugh. We dove into lunch and several glasses of wine, polishing off a bottle amongst the three of us.
“I could really use a cup of tea,” Es commented. I said that would be a fine idea, let’s gather some firewood.
Tina and Es put their bras and tops back on and I put my t-shirt on as well. I don’t think anyone of us wanted to be carrying a bundle of sticks topless and be bitten by a spider or some such.
My head was a little flush from the wine and I had some Dutch courage so I ventured forth how the sleeping arrangements might work. I suggested we could all fit in the tent and we’d all be warm and toasty.
Bluntly Tina and Es shot down that idea. My heart sank.
“Esmerelda can sleep in the swag,” Tina declared.
“Or Tina can sleep outside in the swag. You see I get scared of the dark, bad nightmares, so I’ll need my man to protect me.”
“Well we’ll just move the swag to the front of the tent and keep the flaps open so you can still see us. It’s likely you won’t get much sleep though but we’ll try and be as quiet as possible” Tina smirked, winking at me as Es glowered.
“How about you sleep out in the Ute,” Es replied, “that’s where dogs belong!”
“Hey,” I said, “not cool.”
They both ignored me and continued.
“Well you can sleep in the tent and we’ll take Jolene, we’ve fucked in there enough this summer that it is our spot anyway,” Tina declared, the volume in her voice rising and emphasising the our.
“Oh please, I think the tray is permanently stained with our cum.”
“Or we could take it in turns who sleeps in the tent,” I chipped in.
“Well I didn’t sleep with him last night so I guess it’s my turn,” Tina declared.
“Well neither did I” Es shot back, “so I think it’s my turn.”
“Nope, see he wasn’t with me on Tuesday, so it’s definitely my turn” Tina demanded.
“Sorry you missed your day but we’ve been alternating nights all summer so it’s still our night.”
“How about you both sleep in the tent tonight and I’ll sleep in the swag then,” I tried to broker.
“Nope! Not sleeping anywhere near that bitch,” Tina spat.
“Bitch has fleas,” Es replied, “you won’t get me anywhere near her.”
“I’d probably catch some kind of VD just by laying next to you, even fully clothed. That’s why he insisted on using a condom all summer. He knew you were a loose tramp with fuck knows what!”
“Come on now,” I pleaded.
We were back at the campsite now with our piles of wood.
“I’ve had all I can stand from this cxnt,” Es cursed.
“You wanna go bitch, let’s go,” Tina declared.
They dropped their bundles but both bent down quickly, grabbing the longest and thickest branches they’d gathered, holding it with both hands, like martial arts fighters using a staff. The branches were about as thick as three cricket stumps held together.
They circled, I lay my firewood down and moved back giving them room and watched intensely. For better or worse, I was going to see what happened.
Moving clockwise slowly, both hands on their staffs I waited to see who would strike first. They slipped their thongs off and both closed in and swung with their dominant hands providing the force. The branches clashed with a mighty crack that sent birds flying from the trees. The hit must have reverberated right up their arms with enough force that most people would have dropped it, but not these two. They both had a strong grip, I should know. They both swung again, both hands still holding, braches crashed together. They swung freely now, one striking out and the other defending and then striking back. I circled around the two gathering dropped firewood. I didn’t want to see one trip and fall and lose unfairly. This battering wasn’t yielding a quick result or surrender so they changed tactics. Each woman’s swing was now aimed at the others hands to try and knock her rivals weapon free. They both came mighty close to striking a hit, I saw them both lose a hand grip several times, but the force of their blows meant they were too slow to follow it up with another hit to knock their rivals branch loose. Because they were the same height there was no advantage their either. Brandishing their weapons they lunged together, forcing the centre of their staffs together, they grappled now in a test of strength, trying to push their rival backwards and down. I watched silently as calf muscles strained and toes dug into the ground and created small grooves in the dirt when they each gained small advances against the other. It seemed as though every muscle of theirs were straining to overpower the other, quads bulged, glutes were tight, tummy muscles were taut and biceps and forearms strained. They weren’t muscly but had wiry strength from a summer spent picking. Neck cords were prominent and their faces tensed and reddened as they grunted and groaned. Stalemated again and conscious of sapping their own strength they stepped back and swung again, smashing them together eight times. Es back stepped from a Tina swing, who then sensed an advantage but Es was giving herself room for an overhead swing. She swung that branch like an axe, Tina who had been pressing forward about to jab backed up just quick enough that the branch just missed her head and face and as it travelled down almost tearing through her top. The branch struck the earth sending up a cloud of dirt. Tina now made her own play as Es straightened up, swinging upwards looking for an uppercut to anywhere in the body. Es used her upward momentum to step back with speed arching her back as Tina’s branch whistled up in front of her crotch and just missed ripping through Es’ top and finally flew past her chin by inches.
Both women sensing that losing their tops would be inevitable paused, heaving, with one hand still on their weapon they removed their tops, tossing them to the side, never taking their eyes from the other. They were in bras and shorts now. I circled around to retrieve their tops from the ground and place them out of range. They battered their branches mercilessly at each other now until there was a mighty crack. I wasn’t sure whose branch had broken but then saw both women holding broken remains in their hands. They tossed these aside in fury and charged together, their chests and breasts smashed together eliciting an oomph as the air was knocked out of their lungs. That didn’t stop them though and they grabbed a firm grip on the others shorts and began to tug them up, inflicting fierce pressure on the seams. I now wondered if they had worn tight fitting shorts just for this reason, they would be hard to dislodge. They were giving it their all though, pulling up from the rear and then the front. The material digging up into fanny and arse crack. They continued to butt breasts as well, thrusting them together between tugs. Maniac eyes glared at the enemy as sweat trickled down breasts dampening bras, coating their stomach and back and wetting the tops of their shorts. Erect nipples underneath bras were prominent and partially visible as the fabric clung to skin.
Hands gripped the waist band and the ends of the shorts, bunching them together, they pulled up and down trying to remove them. Maintaining a grip with her left hand Tina now grabbed at the front of Es’ shorts trying to bust the button fly that was there. Es grabbed at the reaching hand, gripping it and made her own play to bust the front of Tina’s denim cut offs. Tina grabbed that hand and they now found themselves one hand caught and one holding the other. They jockeyed to try and unbalance the other. Tina darting forward with her chest attempting to knock Es on her arse, she met the blow and attempted to get her left leg behind Tina’s right and trip her as she pushed forward. Tina stumbled but didn’t fall and pushed back. With one leg behind Tina’s, Es was just as vulnerable to toppling over. They jostled and struggled, with hands stuck from effectively attacking, they used their legs. Es tried to extricate her left leg from behind Tina, Tina pushed forward sharply and Es raised her right knee aiming towards Tina’s crotch. It didn’t strike there but hit Tina’s inner thigh. She groaned in pain.
If you’ve ever been hit with any force in that spot you’ll know how much it hurts.
To my everlasting admiration though Tina didn’t go down or relinquish her grip, she launched her own right knee at Es’ crotch. It slammed into Es’ quad which made her moan in pain. She didn’t drop or lose her hand grips either and they proceeded to launch knees at that most sensitive area trying to score a direct hit and finish the other off. They didn’t manage to hit that spot but knees struck inner thighs, outer thigh, quads and they even managed to get some high knee swings above the hips into softer oblique’s (they were in too good shape to call them love handles) and lower stomach. These blows elicited cries of pain, but still neither went down nor relinquished their wrist hold. What broke them apart were errant knees slamming directly into their counterpoint. I winced, expecting wrecked knees, they cried in pain, grips broke and they stepped back from the other. They limped in a circle, testing their knees, bending them to check they were okay. Them seemed alright and took a minute to recover breath, rub knees and sore spots. Tremendous bruises bloomed on their upper legs and stomach where they had made contact.
How would they attack each other next?
As they circled each other again they stepped on discarded thongs. Keeping an eye on each other they each picked up a thong and slapped it hard into their other hand, showing the other what they now intended.
“Not the faces” I croaked.
I don’t know if they really heard me, but the face did stay off limits. Below the neck was fair game though. They darted in each swinging in a long arc, keeping as much distance as possible from the other the thongs slapped together. Tina swung again, missing as Es jumped back, Es swung and Tina sidestepped and darted forward swinging and connecting with the stomach. Es shrieked whilst swinging back and connecting with Tina’s right side ribs. Tina let out a shriek herself.
They lunged and parried for a while missing targets before a clever feint from Tina allowed her to slap Es across the thigh. Tina lunged forward swinging again but Es dodged quickly and as Tina flew past she slapped her bottom. Turning quickly around Tina faced a charging Es aiming at her inner thigh, the same spot she’d kneed earlier. Backpedaling Tina slipped and went over, Es leapt trying to pounce on her prey but Tina gracefully tumbled backwards in a reverse commando roll and came up again to her feet. Es missed and landed on all fours and Tina was able to slap her across the ribs and moved into inflict more damage whilst Es was vulnerable. Es straightened and to my and Tina’s surprise tossed a handful of dirt at Tina’s face which landed and temporarily blinded her which allowed Es to launch a slap at Tina’s titties which, thankfully for Tina hit her below the breasts. Es swung again but Tina managed to catch the swinging arm with her left hand and scored a nasty blow to Es’ underarm before Es also caught her rivals swinging arm. They tussled like this for a minute, clawing as best they could at the others wrists and hand trying to force the other to drop their weapons. Tina succeeded causing her to grunt in triumph but lost her grip on Es’ arm, this allowed Es two hands to grab and pull at Tina’s fingers forcing her to drop her weapon. They stood up to full height, glaring hatefully, fists flattened into open palms as they now slapped with their hands against exposed flesh, especially tits.
Angry blotches of puffy red skin were clearly visible on both women where a thong had scored a hit. Whilst they attacked with fury, I snuck onto the arena and retrieved all thongs, tossing them in the direction of the tent. I didn’t want to see these causing serious damage down the line.
They continued slapping at breasts. Wanting to inflict more damage they grabbed the front of the opponent’s bra and pulled. Sweaty bosoms popped free, exposed to the rival. Stepping back they properly removed their bras and tossed them aside. Closing in again they now slapped freely at swinging breasts, eliciting squeals of pain from each. The nipples on both women were as erect as I’d ever seen them and this quickly became a focus point for both, they stopped slapping and with both hands grabbed nipples between forefinger and thumbs and began to squeeze. I could see both women straining and resisting the urge to cry out. Tina pulled on Es’ dark nipples with no mercy, while Es twisted Tina’s pink nipples and areola clockwise and counter clockwise without pity. Sweat poured down their faces but they didn’t stop. I had the most raging stiffy on my life and wanted desperately to whack it out but refrained. It might be difficult to understand but it would have felt impolite. Two women in the fight of their lives, inflicting maximum pain on the other while I jerked off didn’t feel right.
They were pulling each other around the arena now by the tits as first one and then the other pressed some unseen gain. Tina released her grip and Es sensing some advantage twisted hard but Tina punched savagely landing a punch square in the middle of Es’ right breast. She gasped in agony, releasing her grip and punched feebly back scoring a weak hit on one of Tina’s nipples. Ashen faced and stricken I thought she was done for. Sensing this Tina went to press an advantage and punched again. Es deflected the punch enough to take it in the shoulder. She focused now only on defense while she regained composure and steadied her breathing, not panicking, her face regained some of its colour. Tina spent energy punching, trying to land another direct hit in the same spot but wasn’t successful. Es right breast had puffed up quickly and considerably, taking another bad hit there could prove decisive in this contest. Tina was tiring though from throwing punches and failing to land a decisive blow, Es took confidence from this and now pressed her own advantage. Catching Tina’s fist she gripped it and held it and aimed a well placed knee right to the now tender spot of Tina’s inner thigh. Tina bellowed in pain loud enough to send any remaining creature in the area fleeing, leaving me sole witness to the fight. Tina now looked deathly pale and ghastly but after seeing Es recover I felt she would too, I was sure of it, neither girl was willing to give in just yet. How the fight would be decided I did not yet know.
Tina was now the one on the defensive, retreating back, seeking to calm herself and breath through the pain. She held her arms out in front of her as Es threw some punches, she deflected a punch into her shoulder whilst she dodged others. Es lashed out with some swift kicks which Tina also managed to deflect. Both women’s breathing was steadier now, Tina was recovering some colour to her complexion. I felt the next phase of the war might be about to start. This turned out to be a revisit of an earlier phase of battle where they attempted to remove the others shorts. Bunching them up again they wedgied one another and tugged at the front trying to tear the buttons loose. They were pressed right up against each other and I think this was a tactic from both to avoid another surprise punch or knee. Naturally enough their left hands found their way to the others hair.
Now I was seeing the next phase of the war. Tina reached deep into Es’ curly black hair, close to the scalp and took a firm grip, tugging Es head to the side. At the same time Es’ left hand wound its way into Tina’s thick black hair, gripping close to the scalp and she began jerking Tina’s head to the left. With these hands engaged their right hands had easy access to the button fly which had proved such an effective defense for both. One by one they managed to loose the buttons so their short fronts flapped open revealing white panties on each. What would have once been sexy underwear had been destroyed somewhat by pulling and tugging, elastic was loose and the fabric had stretched so that it dangled loose on one side while stretched up on the other.
With the unbuttoning of the shorts accomplished both women wound both their arms through the rivals hair so it coiled around their arms like snakes. This gave them both a really strong grip and again they gripped as close as they could to the scalp. They were able to jerk their opponents head back so they were almost looking at the sky. I could see they were still glaring at the other from this angle, looking right at the others chin and nostrils. With all this backward pulling they weren’t moving and had come to a standstill. Crying in pain freely now they were pulling with such force I could see forearms and biceps flexed, but with such large bundles of hair wrapped around arms and clutched in hands they were finding it next to impossible to actually pull any out, which is what they both wanted to inflict. Thus began a process of unwinding their grips and untangling hair, as their heads straightened up they looked each other direct in the eye and started to move about again. This movement was loosening their shorts and they began to fall around the thighs.
To prevent tripping they relinquished their grips on hair and separated, removing their shorts leaving them just in the remains of their panties. For the first time they got a look at the others crotch. The underwear had been wedgied upwards into fanny and arse crack, butt cheeks were visible at the back and dense bush spilled out the sides, bottom and above the loose waistline at the front. I full on expected them to tear these remnants off each other but they were still focused on a mutual tug of hair. They reached with both hands into matted black locks and began to yank and tear, having learnt their lesson they grabbed small amounts of hair and pulled until it tore out by the roots. Straight and curly black hairs floated down resting on shoulders, sticking to sweaty skin and falling to the ground only to be stomped into the dirt as they danced around the campsite. I could see them focusing on particular areas too, creating red raw bare spots across the scalp. Their scalps must have felt like fire as I saw a slight change in tactic, keeping one hand in Es hair Tina freed her other and started slapping at Es’ bruised bosom that had been punched so cruelly earlier. Meanwhile Es had disengaged one hand and balled it into a fist and was whacking her fist against the huge bruise on Tina’s inner thigh. This new hurt was probably a welcome diversion from the painful hair pulling, for the time being at least. More hair littered the ground and as they moved about their panties slid and dropped around their waists and down their legs. They didn’t pause this time though and the panties eventually slid to their feet and got trampled into the dirt and hair. They were bare naked now, sweat glistened in their black bushes respectively and ran down arses to continue down their legs. They weren’t paying any attention to this though and continued to pull and repeatedly batter the same sore spots on bodies. The two came together again and reached both hands back into hair and came to a standstill, they tugged hair back and forth as first one ladies head and neck was pulled back with force and then the others. This repeated action brought hips close together. They must have been aware of their bushes making first contact with the rivals and they weren’t impressed, I began to notice as they tugged back and forth that they were beginning to slam their hips with force into the other woman’s. Pubic bone must have been assaulting pubic bone as this became the next stage of combat. Their hands gradually found their way down to bottoms, nails digging into arse cracks as they gripped buttocks and working together thrust their hips forward and pulled in their rivals hips to meet them. Femoral heads and pubic bones were smashed together over and over and droplets of sweat flew off both women with each collision.
“Disgusting,” Tina remarked, “her ugly muff runs right up her arse crack!”
“Revolting,” Es countered, “the hair around her arse crack is as thick and foul as it is at her front!”
I had found them both soft and downy, a real unexpected turn on when I’d discovered this fact early on with both women.
“I’ll need to be doused for lice after coming into contact with this filthy fanny!”
“Fleas! This cxnt has fleas!”
“Won’t need to douse your cxnt though when I’m done with ya cause I promise you’ll be completely bald down there.”
“Fleas will have to migrate to what’s left of your ugly arse head hair when I’m done. There’ll be no place for them down below!”
Despite their disgust they made no moves to stop just yet. Their hip slamming was becoming rhythmic and they were groaning now with each thrust. I couldn’t tell if it was all pain, or if a little bit of pleasure had unexpectedly found its way into this close quarters combat.
I had to know, perhaps a threesome could still be salvaged, so I moved in closer to see if I could spot any tell-tale signs. Their nipples were fully erect but they had been that way since they were sunbathing. I circled the two women focusing on their hips trying to tell if there were other bodily fluids between their legs or running down groins in the brief periods when hips separated before slamming together, too hard to tell. Beads of fluid flew off their hips as they collided together and some droplets hit my face.
Body sweat was the overwhelming stink so no help there.
I knelt down and tried to look up their legs to see but thick bushes made it hard to tell. Fingers and hands were gleaming somewhat but that could still have been sweat. I did notice their bottoms bore numerous scratch marks from their rival and their fingers were buried deep into opposing anal clefts. Fingers weren’t stationary either, they were moving so I guessed it was a nasty combination of scratching and pinching.
I looked closer at Tina’s rear and observed Es pinching and pulling, she was plucking out the hairs that ran up Tina’s butt crack. Her fingers would nestle into the crack for seconds, pulling and then exiting and a few small pubes would be released to fall to the ground. I circled around and observed the same method being applied to Es.
The plucking had begun.
The two women were so intently focused on the other and the job at hand I assumed they weren’t aware I was so close by kneeling down at hip level and soaking it all in but I was wrong.
“Don’t worry babe,” Tina spoke between gasps glancing at me, “my hot fanny will be tightly wrapped around your dick shortly, where it belongs. I just need to do this bitch a favour first and pluck her raw.”
“Soon sweetie,” rasped Es, eyeing my briefly, “your prick will be coming home for good, where it fits perfectly. This slut is almost done now. Just step back while I take care of it and don’t interrupt.”
“Yes,” Tina agreed, “don’t interfere and don’t waste any of my cum on this cow.”
I wisely stepped back.
Hips were being slammed together now, faster and faster with both crying out with each clash. Hands were just gripping hips now as they seemed to be reaching some kind of climax, whether of pain, pleasure or both I wasn’t sure. They’d taken their eyes off of each other and were arched back gazing at the sky grunting with each hit. I couldn’t help but compare it to when they were on top and riding me to a climax. The similarities were remarkable.
They slowed gradually to a stop and stepped back, their pubes untangling as hips broke apart. They released a sigh. I couldn’t be sure but thought I saw a gossamer thin thread of lady cum trailing between the separating snatches, but it could have been my imagination or just traces of sweat.
“Would you two like a cigarette?” I proposed.
I got a brief look of disdain from both as they gathered breath to plunge into the fray again. For the first time they had a moment for a closer look at the rivals groin. Tina’s cobra tattoo snaking up out of her bush was there for Es to see, but all other female parts were hidden in thick pubic forest. It was then that both women seemed to notice the numerous hickeys I’d left around that area. They were faded but still obvious as to what they were. This pissed them off I think and pulling the foe close with their left, they reached down with their right to get to it. Fingers formed pincers as they each grabbed a tuft and began tugging away. The roots were deep indeed and both women found themselves denied their prize. The skin beneath stretched out as they pulled but those pubes remained firmly buried. Frustrated the two women had to adjust expectations again and go smaller. Grasping just a few hairs now they both achieved almost instant success plucking them free. A short sigh of satisfaction, rather than pain, escaped their mouths as they held up their trophy to show the rival, then letting it drop. Both had this insane grin on their face. Tina made a snapping pincer motion with her hands to indicate what was coming and both reached back down. They began yanking again, appearing to share the same goal of exposing the rivals slit and that is where they focused the attentions. I could see Tina extracting and then releasing the pubes and going in again, Es, however seemed to be collecting a handful, she pulled away from the fight, a few pubes were torn loose by Tina as she did, who emitted a small exclamation of triumph and lurched forward to press an advantage. Es stood straight waiting and ignoring Tina’s continued ministrations to her own bush held up her handful of pubes and declared
“you might want to start saving up some of your pubes as you’re gonna need them to cover up the bald spots on your head. I’ve made a start for you, here!”
As she said ‘here’ she proceeded to mash her handful of pubes into an exposed area of Tina’s scalp that was red and weepy. Tina bellowed in fury reaching to her head to brush them out of her hair. Taking full advantage of her lapse in awareness Es was able to shoot a well-aimed knee square on target into Tina’s fanny. Tina made an ‘oof’ sound and fell to her knees, not quite going down but as close as she’d come so far. Appearing deathly pale again, moaning she clutched both hands to her box, looking like she might retch there and then. Looking to further humiliate her enemy Es was gathering fallen hairs from the ground with a little dirt to mix in and make it stick. She stepped over to Tina and began mushing the mix into Tina’s scalp whilst taunting and cackling like a maniac. I thought Tina was done for this time but I was wrong. Tina had a deadly straight right, and just as she had done so successfully earlier with a hit to Es’ tit, she did it again launching two hard rights in quick succession dead centre into Es’ vulva. It was her turn to drop to her knees and issue an ‘oohh’ while clutch her own crotch. Gasping she was ashen faced again and looking green around the gills. Tina, starting to colour a little, proceeded to run her hands through her hair removing the dirt and loose hairs. Wanting to inflict a little humiliation of her own she proceeded to do the same thing and gather some hair and dust, mixing it in her hands and rubbing it through Es’ scalp while laughing like a witch as Es continued moaning on her knees while holding herself.
I think both women missed a chance to finish the fight whilst the rival had been temporarily incapacitated. Tina had at least learnt not to stand in front of the rival whilst she massaged in her concoction, she stood behind while doing this. Regaining a little composure though, breathing more steadily, Es had recovered enough to strike backwards with an elbow, she didn’t make great contact but managed to hit Tina close to that huge bruise on her inner thigh. Tina staggered back a little rubbing the bruise. Es stood, shaking her head to loosen hair and dirt and further regain composure, whilst Tina did the same. Circling each other they straightened up indicating their readiness to launch into the fray again. Making claws with their hands they snapped them together like they were snapping invisible tongs and closed the gap between them reaching between the legs to resume the pube pulling. There were no cocky gestures this time, just straight up business as they worked hard to expose the rival, simply plucking a few hairs at a time and letting them drop. They weren’t moving and rested their chins on the rival’s shoulder as they stooped a little to reach down. Small piles of straight and curly pubes now littered the ground.
They were making progress exposing the enemy clit to the air. The reason for Tina’s cobra tattoo now became obvious to Es, as she was bared you could see her inner labia flared out like an angry cobra, just below the clitoris.
“Nasty,” Es remarked with a disgusted look on her face, “you let that touch you” she gestured at me.
“I might have a sewing kit in my bag, after I’m finished with you I can sew that up for ya so you can have a nice looking slit like mine!”
“Oh he loves it don’t you worry,” Tina grunted, “his tongue spent plenty of time licking me raw right there.”
In contrast the exposed areas of Es’ slit below the clitoris were a neat line with inner lips tucked inside the outer. Of course I knew both their regions intimately and knew that as Tina worked her way down, soon enough Es’s long lips would be visible and up for ridicule. Both women had a bit of a way to go though before completely exposing fannies and were presently whimpering softly as they worked their way down. The fire and pain in their pubic regions must have been growing as they continued on. With neither women offering any resistance they were making excruciating but steady progress revealing the length of the labia. About halfway down they paused for about a minute, flexing their exhausted right hands and cradling their own fanny. Making a claw with their left hand now they proceeded to finish the job, plucking their way down.
I couldn’t tell if either women had an advantage so I drew as close as I dared, got down on my knees and closed my eyes, cupping my hands behind my ears to increase my hearing. I listened to see if either woman was labouring more, or perhaps moaning more desperately than the other. Their grunts and heavy breathing didn’t reveal any possible winner but, with my eyes shut, hearing was enhanced and I discovered to my lasting joy that pubic hair being torn out by the roots does make a sound. Beneath the louder noises of breathing, gasping and occasional flesh smacking flesh, there was the faintest tearing sound. Too bad for you, describing a sound is a poor substitute, the closest I can compare it to is that of pulling weeds. That moment when you uproot a stubborn weed from the earth and it makes that tearing noise as it pulls free from hard dry soil is pretty close to it. Not as loud as that of course but the similarity is very close.
I absorbed this, kneeling there with my eyes closed, hands cupped behind ears, for a good 5 minutes I think. My stiffy was poking out the top of my jeans I was so hard, thankfully my overhanging t-shirt covered this. I re-opened my eyes, both women were still ‘weeding’ the other but were also staring at me like the dickhead that I must have looked like and wondering what the hell I was doing. I stood up and stepped back and they turned back to face each other. They had exposed the length of the labia and were now de-bearding the hairs around the vagina.
It was Tina’s turn to make a disgusted face and remark “gross!” as Es’ long protruding inner labia dangled about a centimetre longer than the outer lips.
“He likes them, says their sexy,” Es declared.
“I can perform a little home surgery after I’m done with you! Pair of sewing scissors and I can snip those wrinkly things right off. It would be my pleasure and you’d be less of a freak show” Tina said.
“Oh he loves them don’t worry, I’d sit on his face and he’d suck them until I came in his mouth,” Es skited.
She reached down to her hanging labia and spread them wide, thrusting her fanny forward showing it to me and her rival. Tina laughed with scorn and spread her own Cobra’s head wider, swaying her hips then thrusting out towards me to give me a good look then showing it to her enemy who still held her labia spreadeagled to expose her own womanhood. They stood like this for a few hot seconds swaying hips back and forth. They had both done a number on the pubes of the rival, a bare track ran down the length of the vulva, still surrounded by a thick forest of pubes on either side, like the red sea had been parted.
Clit, labia and vagina were all visible, the skin was an angry weepy red. They continued rocking their hips side to side, trying to be sexier than the other, fingers traversed up to their clitoral hoods and moaning loudly and licking their lips, forefingers either side they gently lifted those hoods to expose their clit to the enemy. I’m not sure what kind of emotions this was generating in either women, but their eyes were firmly fixed on the others display of their womanhood. I sensed the final battle was about to begin. The women moved closer together, hips still protruding forward and fingers still presenting their clit. I prayed that they were going to mash those clits together head on but as they were about a hands length away from meeting they straightened, right hands formed cruel talons and once again they reached down.
Moans of pain filled the air now as both women latched onto opposing fanny flaps in a feminine squirrel grip. Tina tugging on Es’ dangling lips intending to make them hang even more and Es pulling at the flared lips with intention to stretch them further. With their left hands they grasped the wrist of the others right trying to keep them from succeeding. It resulted in a back and forth struggle, both women achieving successes in attack and defense. They were bent over forwards and hip to hip struggling which is how they ended up in a mutual headlock. This left both with one free hand and unrestricted access to the other. Tina held Es in a headlock with her left arm leaving her dominant right hand free to attack, leaving Es attacking with her non dominant left. Whilst tugging didn’t require great amounts of strength the constant squeeze and pull can wear down your grip strength, not to mention they were staggering about and having more coordination in your hand was an advantage. This was becoming more noticeable as Es seemed to be labouring and struggling to maintain a hold. I stood up straight sensing victory but to my surprise Es pulled a swift maneuver sweeping her right leg back whilst propelling Tina’s neck forward. Es gasped in pain as Tina lost her hold and fell forward. Ever the fast cat though Tina commando rolled forward to be on her feet. Es was already rushing forward though and managed to get Tina in a headlock again this time in her left arm. I circled around quickly to ensure I had a frontal view. Tina reciprocated the headlock but this time it was to Es’ favour. Tina had no choice but to engage and hope her previous advantage might still carry her through to victory. Es was flush with confidence now and wasn’t about to buckle.
A change in tactic was all that could save Tina now with Es leg firmly placed to prevent a similar trick occurring. Tina released her squirrel grip and punched out as best she could at Es’ bruised bosom. Es took one hit without relinquishing but a second unguarded punch forced her to release both headlock and grip. Tina broke her headlock hold as well, only too glad to have a chance to recover. Tina massaged her fanny with both hands whilst Es cradled hers with one hand and rubbed her swollen tit with the other. Circling and eyeing each other off I still felt the fight would be decided down there. After a few minutes they stood tall and charged again, arms outstretched and fingers locked together above heads. Their right arms did a gradual 180 degree descent from above their heads down to their crotch. They released their locked right hands so they could once again latch on. Their left hands stayed locked together so they couldn’t resist the attack nor retreat away. Resting foreheads on opposing shoulders the women seemed to be calling on their last reserves of strength, pain endurance and will to win. They went on like this for an unbelievable 5 minutes. I was on my knees again, an observer to the action as I watched pinching fingers pull fanny flaps in all directions and sweat literally run down the valley between pubes and drip to the ground. In a last stand they pinched flappy bits and held it for as long as they could. Evidently neither could stand it any longer and they released at the same time. Still maintaining their left hand hold Es, quick as lighting seized at Tina’s right wrist and caught it, pulling sharply she drew Tina’s hand back between her knees and clamped them together trapping and holding the wrist. Tina struggled with all her might to free a hand, the desperation and panic on her face was clear, but Es held firm. The awkward bent position Tina was in made it next to impossible to launch an effective kick .Es went in for the finisher, Tina clamped her legs together to protect as much as she could but Es was still able to get to the flared flaps and pinch. Tina tried to fall to the ground to dislodge a grip but Es held firm in all areas. Tina’s trapped right hand was closing and opening into a fist and scratching fiercely at the backs of Es’ knees but it wasn’t anywhere near effective enough. Tina held on for a minute or so and then eked out a softly spoken stop.
“What was that Bitch?”
“Stop!”
“Do you quit?”
“Stop.”
“Say it, say you quit!”
“No, stop.”
“Say it or I’ll crush your clit.”
“Stop,” Tina pleaded.
Es pinched her clit.
I could see that Tina wasn’t going to admit defeat or quit as such so I spoke up.
“Fights over,” I said, “let her up.”
“Not until she admits defeat, that I’ve won and I’m the better woman!” Es demanded.
“Never! She cheated,” Tina cried.
“Fights over,” I repeated but Es did not relinquish her cruel grip.
“If I let her go she’ll claim she didn’t quit and fight again,” Es warned.
“I’ll stop her, I promise,” I said “you’ve won, you’re all mine.”
I reached out and began stroking her left nipple, trying to distract her. I kissed at her neck and she turned her head attempting to kiss me back. I positioned my body so that I could put myself between the two the second they broke. We were kissing fiercely now, Es relinquished her pinch and reached instead for the tent pole in my jeans. She opened her knees and released the left hand hold. Tina sprang up just as Es had predicted but I put myself between them. Tina leapt on my back, reaching and clawing at Es, I had to hold Es off as well and gave her a shove backwards and stepped back myself turning and embracing Tina in a bear hug, pinning her arms to her side. Her legs were kicking in fury as she tried to free herself. I lifted and carried her struggling further away from where Es now stood with claws outstretched ready to fight again.
I had to hold Tina in this manner for a good 10 minutes before she seemed to stop struggling and calm a little.
Es was standing around 10 metres away pacing side to side, hands flexing repeatedly into fists waiting to see what would happen. I released my hold and Tina lunched forward again and almost got past me, I grabbed her arm and pulled her back, slipping my arm in front of hers and behind her back I managed to hold her in a half nelson. As she struggled and flailed and cursed me I was able to catch her other arm and complete a full nelson. Seeing me holding her like this Tina strode forward with her right fist balled to deliver a beat down.
“Don’t you dare,” I growled, rotating around so that we faced away from her.
Thankfully she got the message, keeping Tina out of visual sight I think helped. Tina continued to kick and struggle for another 15 minutes trying to get free before she exhausted herself and seemed to collapse in my arms. I slowly released my hold and she stayed put, slumping to the ground, wet tears on her face. Es stood off at a distance taunting her and I went to try and defuse the situation. As I put myself between her line of sight of Es she focused on me and reached for my jeans front, unzipped me and finally releasing my sticky stiffy in to the air. She wanted to claim her prize right now. I was desperate to fuck and release, I pulled a franga from my pocket and slapped it on in record time. We then struggled to find a position which didn’t cause Es too much pain. Eventually I entered her doggy style while she leant against a tree. She was wet already and I slid in easily. I spied Tina on her feet watching us, anger boiling over. She searched the ground, found a rock and yelled “Pig!!” and turfed it at us. She was a good throw and I had to dodge to prevent it hitting me square in the scone. Even if it had hit I don’t think it would have stopped us. Tina stormed off in the direction of Jolene.
I came within minutes which didn’t impress Es. I made off to check on Tina but Es grabbed me by the shoulder, digging her claws in, stating that she didn’t just win the fight of her life to be left unsatisfied. She ordered me down on the ground and on my back and sat slowly on my face. She held a fierce grip on my dick and squeezed viciously if I probed a tender spot. I had to really dig my tongue into her vagina to reach spots that weren’t sore. Her love juices began to flow after 10 minutes and I found myself hard again. Her cum flowed into my mouth and down my chin and she let out an over the top moan for Tina’s benefit, but she was satisfied. She knelt down and sucked me off until I exploded in her mouth. She lay on her back now, sated and resting.
I hurried off to find Tina, I jogged in the direction of Jolene where she had been heading and I expected to find her waiting in the cabin. Instead I found no Ute and mine and Es’ bags on the ground. She had dumped Es’ contents out and torn her shirts, panties and ripped apart bras. They all lay strewn about the ground.
Thank Christ I had taken the bike out of the Ute. This lay on its side nearby where Tina had kicked it over but it was fine.
I cursed loudly, “SHIT!!” and started gathering up Es’ gear.
Having heard me swearing Es had jogged over, fists bunched ready to brawl again. When she realised what had happened she exclaimed “that sour bitch, I’ll kill her when I see her again.”
She salvaged what clothes weren’t too damaged and dressed herself.
“I guess the camping trip is over,” I said.
After we’d packed up Es’ gear and her discarded clothing from the fight, we moved her bag and mine into the tent. I’d have to come back later with another car to pick it all up. She retrieved her headscarf where it had been left near the towels. With the adrenaline of the fight and our subsequent fuck wearing off, Es was starting to look a little pale and unwell. She had to gingerly climb on the back of the bike as sitting proved to be somewhat uncomfortable. I sped back as fast as I dared. I kept off the main road as much as I could as I had been drinking earlier and didn’t want to get busted for that or for not wearing a helmet. Thankfully we encountered no police on the way back and I helped Es back to her caravan.
Some old chooks were out smoking, a mix of visitors and permanent residents, who eyed me off sharply when they saw the shape Es was in. I got her into the caravan and onto the bed. I promised I’d return as soon as I could with some supplies. Es downed a good number of Panadol and had passed out within 5 minutes.
I rode to where Tina had been staying but found no trace. Speaking to the caravan park owner I found out she had cleared out all her stuff and left not more than an hour ago, without paying as well. I made up some story as to why she had rushed off and paid on her behalf out of guilt.
I then had to drive to the cop shop and report Jolene stolen to an indifferent copper who took down the details. I didn’t mention Tina or Es. They said they’d notify me if they found anything. Next to useless I thought.
I stopped off at the chemist and bought a bunch of supplies. Es was still sleeping when I returned so I left them there.
I had to return home and explain what happened. Mum was surprised and Dad was pissed. I had to borrow Dad’s Ute and it was nearing nighttime by the time I got back with everything. I returned to see Es, the old biddies eyed me off sharply as I made my way to her caravan.
Es was up and demanding to know where I’d been. I explained and she calmed and was pretty pleased to hear that Tina had cleared off.
“You’re all mine now,” she declared.
“I think those old gossips outside think I gave you a licking,” I said.
“I’ll give them a licking if they don’t mind their own business,” she threatened.
“Easy does it,” I said, not wanting her or me to get into trouble.
“Have you eaten yet?”
She hadn’t so I said I’d go and get some fish and chips and be back.
When I returned she’d showered. We ate and then I rubbed various ointments and creams over bruised and puffy flesh and raw spots. She moaned a little but seemed okay, she was still riding a high from her victory. Then she ordered me to eat her out to which I obliged. With her fanny laid bare I easily worked on her clit which hadn’t really been touched during the fight.
“You know a bald fanny does make some things easier,” I remarked, “it just might catch on.”
She fell asleep soon after with a satisfied smile on her lips.
I went home to sleep. Es kept a low profile in her caravan for the next few days whilst she recovered.
Her moods fluctuated wildly, one day she told me she loved me and then hurled an alarm clock at me when I failed to reciprocate and cursed me as I fled.
Jolene was found at the border of South Australia, abandoned. Police reasoned they must have seen some police about, gotten nervous and ditched it. All my stuff was still in the tray. When I was finally able to retrieve it and the cops had finished with the fingerprinting they found two sets from known juvenile offenders. One Esmerelda Lee and Christina Brown. Both had spent time in girl’s homes for assault with accusations, but no charges, of stalking. That made me even more anxious. I dropped the charges saying I didn’t want to get involved with no stalking psychos.
I still felt like I owed Es though, so returned to see her where she swung wildly between elation to see me and anger about where I’d been. I told her Jolene had been found with all my belongings, and that I’d decided to drop any charges. This pleased her greatly. She was even more excited and happy when I asked if she wanted to give the camping trip another go. It would be Valentine’s Day and this time it would just be me and her, having each other all to ourselves.
So we returned to the same spot, where a walk around the make shift arena of that day had us both excited and we proceeded to fuck in the dirt amongst the footprints and fallen hairs that were still present. It was the pinnacle of our fucking that summer. We did a great deal more of that for the camping trip.
With other people out of sight the intense jealously that bubbled just below the surface was dormant, so the trip was great.
When we returned to the Caravan park the biddies were out smoking as they always seemed to be and stared at us we walked past. Es glared back and responded with a “what the fuck are you all staring at?”
The holiday was over I guess.
When that intense jealously is directed at a rival it’s great. In absence of a rival and that intensity turns on yourself, it is not a lot of fun.
I made my plans to slink off there and then. I couldn’t face her and took the cowards way out and wrote her a letter. I explained that I’d never had anyone fight for me like that and that I’d always remember her. I explained that I knew about her former record from her fingerprints in the Ute and that she should seek help for her aggression and jealously. It would lead to an unhappy life. She could be kind, affectionate and funny and could be happy with someone if she could overcome those obstacles. I wished her all the best.
I snuck the letter quietly behind the screen door of the caravan and took off. I went to stay with some Uni friends until courses started up. I never saw her again.
I never came back to do another picking season either, after the next family harvest I went West with some mates and we went trawling for the rest of the summer and made good money, certainly more than I earned picking. I was able to buy a brand new ’92 Holden Maloo, with enough money to buy the GTS. I still have it to this day, its vintage now.
Now you may ask if I ever saw Tina again. I did, just once.
A few years later I went to Summernats, I was waiting in my new Ute (I christened her Beth) to participate in a Burnout contest and I was looking out at the crowd and there she was. She still looked the same, her hair had obviously all grown back and it was a little longer. She had a nice looking fella latched to her arm. Something on her psycho radar must have clicked though, she turned and seemed to give my Ute great attention and was staring right at me. I felt panic rising thinking she’d recognised me and the Ute but then remembered I’d had Jolene back then, and, dur-brain, I was wearing a crash helmet with the visor down, so she couldn’t possibly have known it was me? Still, the stare lingered. The crowd was yelling “show us your tits” to some unseen babe. They must have obliged and the crowd cheered and the ‘fella’ turned to gawk. I saw Tina elbow him sharply in the ribs and give him a firm reprimand. I smiled and felt pity envy for the bloke. Then it was my turn to burn rubber and I didn’t see her again.
A few years later I met my wife, from a Ford family as well of all things. I quickly found I didn’t care, it gave a sense of excitement to it early on in that I was sleeping with the enemy so to speak. Her dad letting me drive his ‘65 Poppy Red Mustang Hardtop now and then certainly helped smooth over any misgivings.
We’ve been married now for just over 30 years and our kids are out of school as well so it all worked out well.
I still think of that day often though, I’d never tell my wife of course, she’d be disgusted I think.
I never told my best friends either as they would never have believed it.
They say that smell is the strongest evoker of a memory or nostalgic feelings, but for me its sound. Listening to old albums or a song I heard at a concert can take me back to that time … and… if I go out to the garden and start pulling up some weeds and close my eyes, I’m transported back to that day.
I’d come in after gardening with a big stiffy. My wife didn’t understand it, but couldn’t fault it either.
She’d done numerous ‘surprise’ clean ups of the shed in early years looking for porn that didn’t exist.
I’m outdoors, keeping the garden tidy and keeping out of trouble so eventually she just came to accept it as one of those odd male things she wouldn’t understand and could laugh about with her friends.
Before kids it was such a regular thing that ‘gardening’ became a code word of ours for sex and I still have the neatest garden in town.
Anyway, typing up all this has been a real kick as well, reliving that summer I spent picking and everything that happened. You know I think I spied a few weeds poking up in the garden this morning, best get to it.
See ya.
