Max vs. Penny
The topless brunette muscled her dazed arch-rival backward until the equally bare blonde's back was pressed against the penthouse wall. A wicked half-smirk came to Max's pouty lips as she prepared to attempt a maneuver told to her by Nicole C. Dipping her knees a bit, Max situated her large breasts beneath those of Penny, while she cupped her hands behind the blonde's head. Straightening up, the New Yorker impressively lifted up her opponent's breasts, even as she pulled Penny's head down, until at last she was able to bury the West Coast beauty's face between her own breasts, administered a self-jugging!
Penny's arms flailed and she gave muffled cries of distress, but she lacked the strength to break free. Soon enough her movements grew sluggish and her body began to go limp. Another few moments of this, it was clear to all, and she would be unconscious.
So it came as quite a surprise when Max suddenly released her rival. Penny gasped loudly for air, her reddened face soaked with sweat, as the brunette stepped back, carrying the ragdoll body of her adversary as she dragged her away from the wall and laid her down on the carpeted floor. The brunette then rolled the blonde over onto her back and sat straddling her belly. "I think you were enjoying that self-motor boating just a little too much," Max taunts her. "But now that you've tried the rest, get ready for the best!" With that she bent down, and her own breasts encompassed the panicked Penny's face, reserving for the East Coast battler the pleasure of knocking out her nemesis to herself.
Max vs. Penny
After an excellent meal, the two gentlemen enjoyed cigars and brandys, with the host showing his guest around the large living room of his Bel Air mansion, with walls adorned with world class Impressionest art. They paused in front of one odd piece, however. Perplexed, the guest asked, "Avant garde?" His confusion is understandable, as the 'art' consisted of a museum-class gilded frame hung to showcase two almost perfectly symmetrical, side-be-side indentations in the plaster wall. The host chuckled and said, "Of a sort. And in a way, that's the most treasured piece in my collection." He then began to recount the tale of the origin of the unusual damage to his wall.
The mansion often plays host to apartment wrestling matches...indeed, the guest for dinner this evening had attended a few there himself. The most recent battle to grace the house was a wild confrontation between Max and Penny. As in all of their battles, both beauties were too evenly matched for one to dominate the other, so they fought to a near-stalemate until the very end, when endurance, or luck, would carry one wildcat to victory over the other. This being on the West Coast, the attendees that night were predominantly in favor of fellow Californian Penny, particularly since she had previously suffered a rather humiliating defeat at the hands (and breasts) of Max back on the East Coast. And their flaxen-haired champion did not fail them, as after a brutal back-and-forth brawl, she began to take uncontested control of the contest.
Finally, Penny was ready to finish her rival off, and she decided to get creative. She grabbed the brunette's ankles and dragged her across the carpet until they were near a wall...this very wall, as a matter of fact. Holding tight to the New Yorker's legs, the blonde threw herself backward to the floor, catapulting the shrieking Max up and forward...and causing her to slam chest-first into the wall with such force, her breasts impacted into the plaster, denting it several inches deep! The brunette recoiled from the impact, and was barely conscious as her lush body thudded to the floor. Penny stoop up and planted a foot down on her fallen foe's battered bosom, drawing a whimper of pain from the dazed beauty as she lay there in defeat.
And so as to commemorate that memorable finish, the host proudly framed the damage.
FLASHBACK 1973: Caroline Munro vs Raquel Welch
What better place for the top American catfighter, Raquel, to face the British queen of catting, Caroline, than on a ship in the middle of the Atlantic? A luxury liner was duly rented for the momentous occasion, and the two beauties were set loose upon one another to determined Western Hemisphere hegemony.
It was an epic confrontation, raging for a full forty minutes, as the two brunettes savagely tore into one another, their skimpy bikinis straining to contain their equally bountiful pulchritude. Finally, it appeared as if Welch were taking charge of the fight. She need only continue to press her advantage, and victory would surely be within her grasp. But it was at this moment that ego got the better of her, and instead of finishing off Munro once and for all, she opted to parade her around the ship's ballroom, showing her hapless rival off before the assembled spectators (more than a hundred of the 'Jet Set'), taunting the Brit, seeking to humiliate her and break her spirit.
But all this succeeded in doing was giving Caroline the time she needed to recuperate, and she took full advantage of it. Finally, as the American dragged her stumbling around the room by her hair, Munro roared back to life, overwhelming Raquel with a flurry of punches, slap and kicks. Knocked flat to her back, Welch's eyes went wide with terror as her opponent grabbed her ankles, split her legs, and hovered her heel over the triangle of fabric over the Yank's womanhood. Raquel pleaded with her not to do it, 'window washing' the air frantically with her hands, but Munro's only response was a half-smirk, followed by five quick, hard, vicious stomps. Welch gave a gurgled scream, and when Caroline released her legs, Raquel curled into a ball and sobbed in agony.
That wasn't the end of it for the American beauty, unfortunately. Munro hoisted the near-limp body of her adversary up over her right shoulder, and now it was her turn to display her as a huntress would her bagged game. Raquel sobbed and mewled as she was carried helplessly for the viewing of all, and she whimpered her submission.
