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MAUREEN & DEE: AT IT AGAIN
"As Dee kissed my husband, I sunk both hands into her hair and jerked her off the barstool. She landed with a thud right on her cute little ass. My husband sat there in shock as the peo¬ple in the bar formed a circle around Dee and myself and gave us room to fight ...”
Hi, Cavalier! This is Maureen (The cxnt Mauler) writing to you again to keep you up to date on my encounters with that little bitch Dee. I'd like to start off by saying what a kick I got out of some of the letters from your readers concerning my last catfight with Dee. I never realized that girls fighting had such an effect on men. I gather that many of your readers were disappointed that "Big D n didn’t get that battle royal on the drawing board. My husband was proba¬bly the most disappointed of all since he really gets his rocks off from seeing me in a fight. He couldn't believe that my last cxnt-fight with Dee was bypassed in favor of a cockfight-although, I was certainly turned on by those two hunks squeezing each other's balls! But, hey, this is supposed to be a men's magazine, isn't it?
Since my last fight with Dee, my hus¬band's sex drive has been better than ever. He wants to fuck me all the time! All I have to do is make the slightest mention of the fight and he cums in an instant. At least that was the case up until about two weeks ago. He would start getting home from work a little later than usual, and would fall asleep before I could jump in the sack with him.
Needless to say, I became a bit sus¬picious. He began arriving home later and later, and I had a hunch as to why this was happening.
One evening, I decided to do a little snooping and followed him after he got off from work. He went to a pub around the corner from his job. I waited outside about fifteen minutes before I entered the crowded and smoke-filled bar. I stood at the door and scanned the room looking for my husband. I spotted him sitting at the bar, and sure enough, seated beside him, and gazing longingly into my man's eyes, was that fucking bitch Dee. I noticed that Dee's right hand was between my husband's legs and my husband's left hand disappeared up Dee's skirt. They were oblivious to the crowd as they began to kiss passionately.
I knew what I had to do! I couldn't allow this little cxnt to get away with this. I had to teach that man-stealer a lesson once and for all. I must admit that I had second thoughts about confronting her because the pains in my vagina from our previous fight lasted for days. But I was sure that I had hurt her just as much as she did me.
I checked my coat and slowly made my way across the room. I glared at that little auburn-haired bitch with fire in my eyes, as a path cleared for me. A couple of guys made passes at me and another grabbed my shapely ass as I passed. But I was only intent on doing one thing¬ destroying Dee. As I approached her from behind, a hush fell over the crowd, as they could sense what was about to take place. As Dee kissed my husband, I sunk both hands into her hair and jerked her off the barstool. She landed with a thud right on her cute little ass. My husband sat there in shock as the people in the bar formed a circle around Dee and myself and gave us room to fight. Dee glared up at me and slowly rose to her feet.
The men in the crowd started whis¬tling and I could hear a few bets being waged as to who would come out the winner. A couple of the women yelled for us to rip each other's tits off! Dee and I began to circle slowly. We both had on dresses and heels. I could tell that Dee was braless, as I was, for I could see her little titties swaying back and forth un¬der her dress. Although my boobs are not large, I pride myself on the fact that I have bigger tits than Dee. And my tits became Dee's target as she made her move and lunged at my breasts with both hands. She found her mark and dug her fingers in with all her might. As my two titties were being tortured, I tried des¬perately to pry her hands from my chest. This proved to be in vain as the bitch had a death grip on my tits. I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. I grasped her right tit in my left hand and twisted it back and forth. Then I squeezed that tit with all I had and Dee howled in pain.
The crowd seemed to be in shock as they evidently had never seen girls fight like this before. I heard some women gasp aloud as they must have imagined the pain of having their own boobs treated this way. As much as I hurt Dee's right tit, she refused to relinquish her hold on my tit ties. I then made her cxnt my target! I shot my right hand between her legs and grabbed at her snatch right thru her skirt. I dug my fingers into Dee's tender cxnt meat. She finally let my boobs go and now attempted to re¬move my right hand from her woman¬hood. As she did this, I ripped open the top of her dress and exposed her little bouncing titties. Dee was unable to loosen my hand from her crotch so she tried a different tactic. She tore open the top of my dress and set my boobs free. My nipples are larger and darker than Dee's, and I could tell the men in the crowd were really aroused now as they watched these two bare breasted women struggling for survival.
Dee now slapped at both of my sway¬ing tits. The sting of these slaps' made me release the hold I had on her vagina. The two of us began to circle once more. We resembled a couple of gypsy women with our dresses torn to shreds. One of the men in the crowd yelled for us to remove what was left of our clothing. This we soon did, which left us in pant¬ies and heels. Dee had on a pair of tiny black lace hip-huggers and I had on white bikinis. Some of my dark pussy hairs must have been sticking out the sides of my panties because I overheard a guy say "Nice bush" and another say "Big pussy." My pussy is darker and much hairier than Dee's. Dee's is light in color and not nearly as dense as mine.
Dee and I instinctively went for each other's head hair with both hands! It became a test of strength! There we were, two young babes, tits swaying back and forth, asses jiggling and leg muscles straining to gain control. This seemed to last for ten minutes until I shot my right foot out and tripped the smaller girl. We both tumbled to the hardwood floor with hands still in each other's hair. We rolled over and over several times with our legs entwined and our titties mashed together.
At this point my husband tried to pull Dee and me apart, but several men per¬suaded him to let us continue. Dee made the next move as she rammed her left hand between my thighs. She got a good grip on my panties and ripped them from my body. Dee then clutched a handful of my pussy fur and tore at my cxnt hair unmercifully. I could feel my bush being torn out by the roots. Suddenly Dee was on top of me. As she pinned my head to the floor by the hair with her right hand, her left hand ripped out some of my pussy hair and she threw it on my face. The pain got the better of me at this point and I felt like I would pass out. Dee took advantage of this and she quickly spread my legs apart and attacked my vagina like a cat. I remember trying to kick her as she began to claw at my exposed cxnt. She scratched my clit and then stuck three fingers in¬side of me. I felt Dee pull up under the inside of my pubic mound as she lifted me several inches off the floor. Dee then released her cxnt hold of me and let my ass crash to the floor. Then Dee began ramming her right knee into my bat¬tered, cxnt over and over again. Then I blacked out.
The next thing I remember was Dee standing over me screaming for me to get up and fight. My cxnt felt like it was on fire as I slowly regained my senses. I glared up at her and called her a dirty tramp bitch. She spit at me and kicked me in the side with her left foot. I quickly grabbed her leg and she crashed to the floor face down. In an instant I was on her back-Dee's hair in my hands. I shook her head by the hair with my left hand as my right hand reached back and ripped her panties off. Once I got her panties completely off I got my right hand between her legs and from behind I pinched at Dee's vaginal lips.
Dee's cxnt was still wet from my hus¬band's fingering her and this only infuri¬ated me more. I dug my nails into Dee's loose cxnt flesh. Dee let out a howl and I knew I had really hurt her. But not enough yet. I let go of Dee's vagina and grabbed her hair now with both hands. I started banging her head on the floor and she weakened and her body seemed to go limp. I then turned her over and decided to go to work on her pretty little cxnt! The cxnt that longed to have my husband's cock fill it to the brim. The cxnt that my husband had sucked on and massaged ever so delicately. The cxnt that desired what was rightfully mine As these thoughts flew thru my mind, I became more intent on tearing Dee's cute little twat to shreds. I spread Dee's legs apart and kneeled between them. I began my attack by yanking out some of Dee's sparse pussy fur as she yelped with each tug.
I then grabbed Dee's cxnt lips with each hand and pulled them in opposite directions as if to rip Dee's vagina apart. Dee then grabbed me by my hair and savagely tried to tear my head off. But she couldn't get me to stop my attack on her sex organ. I viciously shoved my right hand up Dee's cxnt and scratched at the inner walls of her womanhood. I snarled at her and asked if this was where she wanted my husband's dick to be. I wanted to hurt that little bitch so bad that she'd never want anything stuck in her cxnt again.
Dee now tried to desperately pry my hand from inside her. But I made a fist so she couldn't pull it out. I then pinched at Dee's soft, wet vaginal walls and her body shuddered with pain. As I pulled my hand from her cxnt, I spread her vagina so wide that you could drive a Mack truck thru it.
Dee was done for! I had done what I set out to do. I stood over the beaten little bitch and kicked her square in the vagina just for good measure. Dee lay there helpless: That man stealing slut had gotten what she deserved. My husband threw my coat around me and started to usher me from the pub, when Dee sud¬denly grabbed my leg and. tripped me. She wanted more. I couldn't believe it, but I was willing to go at it some more if she could take it.
We began to punch at each other's tits when my husband grabbed me and the pub's owner grabbed Dee and kept us from getting at each other. Dee and I were both screaming and cursing at each other as we were dragged apart. She said she wasn't finished with me yet and I told her she knows where she can find me.
The pub seemed to be silent! I think all the people were in shock over our fight. I think they expected to see some hair pulling and that would be about it. I feel that when two women get in a fight, normally it would not be as vicious as the ones fought by myself and Dee. But Dee and I are sexual rivals and we naturally attacked each other's sexuality. When two women are involved in a cat¬fight over the affections of a man, there are no holds barred. Believe me-I know!
As always, Maureen "The cxnt Mauler."
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