This beach is mine. Mine. Has been for as long as I can remember. I am the Queen of the Beach. I fought for that title. I earned it. And I fought to keep it over and over. A bunch of bitches, both young and older, stepped onto my piece of the sand to try to take my title. And I vanquished them all.
Now I'm hearing talk of another challenger, this Sophie Cees I hear her name is, invading my turf. They tell me she's tough. That she's brash and confident. That she's a mean fighter. That this 20 year old with the snarky smile and big boobs wants to take what I've fought and bled over to keep. That she's telling everyone I'm washed up, past my prime, that she'll march in and defeat me with no problem and take my title.
Well, she's welcome to try, I tell them. She wants a war? Fine with me. She wants a catball fight in the sand? I wouldn't have it any other way. She knows where to find me. I'm not backing down. I'm not going anywhere. I'll do to her what I've done to every over confident kitten who dared to test her claws against this beach cougar. I'll tame her ass and send her back to the sandbox to play with the other kittens!
Make sure she gets this message:
"Bring your A-game, Sophie. And get ready for the most painful lesson of your young life! Class is in session! Your teacher is waiting for you, bitch!"
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I say fine bitch you want to fight over a piece of sand?? I know its not about that, you just wanna be best bitch on the beach. wanna catball. lets go!! sit your ass down and lock up or shut up!
You're so right bitch! It's so much more than just a piece of sand! You wanna lock up, you don't have to ask me twice! Right here right now, let's do this!
Eye to eye, breast to breast, with no more words spoken, we find ourselves locked up in the sand under the hot sun in a tight embrace, pressed together...squeezing, grabbing, slapping, pinching, legs entwined...our gasps and moans the only sounds as the crowd of beachgoers watch and gawk as we fight to get the advantage!!
The crowd uhhhs and ahhhs at this battle of dominance between us. We continue to yank and pull hair so hard on the back of our hair. Heads back, I feel our chins bang together uuhhh. We are so closely tied together. I don't like my leg position much so, I scoot my ass a bit to you and feel the fabric of my bottoms slam into yours as you begin to push me back slightly with your body.. The crowd yells, egging us on, I hear a louder voice yelling out mom, mom cmon beat this bitch.....
I attack hard right from the start and take the early advantage thinking it will be enough to break you right away. But you fight back just as hard. Fingers snarled in each other's her as we yank tug and pull viciously. I grit my teeth from the sharp pain "Nnnhhh!" Or bodies pressed tight together kicking up a lot of sand. I gasp out when our chins smack together. The snarky superior smirk is gone from your face but you have a look of steely determination and I realize this will be a very rough very close fight. The crowd starts to take sides. I hear my daughter Lex cheering me on. A lot of the voices are rooting for you. Saying they want a new queen of the beach. That's a little distracting and kinda hurtful. You scoot even closer and we grind against each other breast to breast, crotch to crotch. A battle of wills as I start trying to push you back down into the sand and you fight back pressing into me. Our bodies strain already starting to perspire from the intense struggle. "You are going down kitten bitch!" I snarl into your ear.
We are now beginning to sweat more heavily in the midday sunlight. We are locked in this massive catball in the now hot sand. Pulling back on our hair my chin touching yours. I get an idea,, and begin jostling my legs in the sand trying to get a better position. I want my thighs on top of yours and while still pulling hair we are now in a duel in the sand with our legs fighting for the top position.Several seconds pass.. i get the position I want and immediately wrap my legs round your sweated up waist and scissoring it by interlocking my ankles behind you. I then quickly take my right hand from your hair and locate your left boob which is pancaked against my right one. Got it!!!. I begin squeezing it between my thumb and index finger.. I remove my chin from yours and place my right cheek on the side of you face. We are now cheek to cheek sweating heavily on each other. still, yanking, pulling and squeezing each other mightily... Our mouths are now on each others hair and near our ears. The crowd continues to root and yell. We are whispering "niceties" in each others year. The crowd cannot hear what we are saying, although they'd love to....I open my eyes briefly and see someone in front of the crowd yelling and riling up the crowd for you....ahhhhhhhhhh. ughhhhhhhhh.. wooooooooooooo..
Our bodies are slick with sweat from the hot sun beating down on us as we're engaged in this fierce struggle. I guess I under estimated you or was just a bit too confident after my early attack had you in big trouble. It sure looked like an easy victory but the way you fought back hard and turned the tide shows your determination and will and skill. Now you have the advantage and it's a test for me to get control again. Being locked in a tight catball isn't helping. Before I can maneuver myself into a better position you snake your legs around my waist and squeeze in a tight crushing scissors. I throw my head back and groan from the sharp pain. unnnhhhhhhh! By reflex I pull my hands from your hair and bring them behind my back to try to pry your ankles loose as I take short gasping breaths. Your cheek presses against mine and I hiss a few "pleasantries" into your ear between gasps. You answer back with some of your own. My eyes open wide and I give a little yelp when you start squeezing my right boob and still tug on my hair with your other hand. The large crowd gathered in a circle around us seems to enjoy the show. I can't see your face but I just know that snarky smirk is back! Well, not for long! Fighting through the pain from your strong legs scissoring my waist I clamp both hands on your really big heaving boobs and start to squeeze and knead them with my fingers as I push my palms into your nipples. We're both breathing hard and gasping and moaning... I can hear my daughter Lex's voice as she cheers me on trying to drown out the voices of your supporters and the haters (Voodoo slut) in the crowd.... rrgghhhh....ahhhhhhh...unhhhhhhhh
OUHhhhhhhh. ughhhhhh... I lean my head back in pain. ouch!!! I have to release my hands from you. I instantly grab your 2 wrists and push them upward to release your hands from my sore boobs. I still have your wrists held. In mid struggle our hands and palms find each other and by some unsaid agreement we interlock our fingers together in an epic test of strength. We push hard on each other neither moving an inch,, we are dead even in strength. uhhhhhs ahhhhs being exchanged. I then take my head and cheek from yours and violently bang on yours with ferocity trying to get you to lose balance. Now we are banging cheeks together. The crowd around us gasps and grimaces at the sight of us... This is no longer a fight.... this has become an ugly, primal battle for survival. Lexa and Voodo rev up the crowd for their favs.. I am focused trying to black out the crowd noises....... They are loud but in utter awe in what they see. ahhhhhhhh. uhhhhhhh. mmmmmmmmmmmmm,
You pull my hands from your boobs and our eyes meet in a mutual glare of defiance and respect. We interlock fingers in a test of strength and will...exhausted muscles strain in a deadlock. I grit my teeth and dig deep inside me. My arms are shaking. I see yours are too. Backs arched, heaving boobs mashed together. Both of us letting out guttural noises...no words...just savage primeval grunts. You suddenly smash your forehead into mine! I'm totally not expecting a headbutt!!! UNNNHHHH!! I see stars for a minute and jerk my head back away from yours and shake it trying to clear it. Sweat flies from my hair as you push forward harder and I strain to keep you from knocking me backwards. RRRGGHHHHH!!! The crowd explodes at your move. Lex gasps. I fight to stay upright. I can't fall! I can't fall!! This passed being a fight a while ago, it's gone way beyond a battle for a patch of sand...this is a freaking EPIC war!!!
This epic war has reached new heights of savagery, exchanging sweat, grunts and groans. I have 1 thing in mind and that is to beat you at any cost. I cant keep this headbutting, I am getting sore and welting up. I stop the headbutting and just plant my forehead and nose on yours pushing you back with our hands interlocked tightly. My nails begin digging into your hands.. aahhhhhhhhhhhhh. push!! We are now head to head sweating profusely, my eyes open and staring at you seeing you struggling. I am struggling so hard with you now that saliva comes from my mouth dripping on your chin. My legs still squeezing your waist, making it hard for you to breathe. I adjust my position on you to get a bit higher gaining leverage in an attempt to push you back.. ohhhhhh shittttt. ahhhhhh. Sooner or later I will have to release my leg lock from you so you would fall backward. The crowd grimaces and bear down as if they are in mid struggle also. They sense some kind of end is near. All I hear now are gasps and Lexa yelling encouragement at you......ahhhhhh.. uhhhhhhhhhh....
I'm trying...trying with all the strength left in my exhausted aching body... to stop you from pushing me down on my back in the sand. Your strong legs keep their vise like pressure on my waist, the pain shoots through my body and it's almost impossible for me to get a good breath. My wheezes and gasps get louder. My legs slide and thrash in the sand, my bare feet kick up a mini sandstorm. My hands are starting to go numb from the struggle. You push your strong younger body into me in every way...your head, your boobs, your body...like we're plastered together. I blink away the stinging sweat in my eyes and lock them on yours. I see the steel determined look in them fighting through the pain. UNNNGHHH AGGHHHHH GRRRRHHHHHH! Lex pleads with me to stay strong....I'm trying, baby...god I'm trying....I .... shitttttt... My body hits the point of total exhaustion, I can't hold on....I see the sudden gleam in your eyes as you sense I'm about to break.... The crowd senses it too and erupts...you keep the pressure on and I start falling backwards..... nooooooooooo...
