[linftr]

At last this dumpy slut is yelping in pain.  I guess her tits are totally tenderized, as she tries to close in with me as I whack and slap her tits, sending them flying.  I am reinvigorated, as if the flatter your tits get, the more energy I have!  Owwwww my own ‘Irish Creamers’ are hit, even though I juggle your boobies with yet another slap in return,  Heh, my fingers, Owwwww wincing as you try to grab and snap them. 

As you finally get in close, I keep swatting, but you start digging.  I thought my oldest kid was brutal on my nipple, but you are trying to gouge it off.  I can see digs and cuts on it, as you shout something to the people outside.  “You fuck, you try to bust my fingers and dig into my nipple” I yell and my next right hand slap comes up from underneath and uppercuts your flopper, the nails hooking in.  Even as your eyes widen, my left hand whacks down on the same tit, nails out and I wrench that glob, both hands digging and twisting.

I try to do some weird judo move, flipping you by your jug, but have to settle for slinging you across the room by your breast, near enough to the busted door that you have to dance around it to keep your balance. 

This is it, I have wrecked you up top, we can’t keep this up forever, I have to pin you now, hoping to bang you into the trashed door, or the edge of the open stall.  Accelerating as best I can, you don’t have any place to run, as I urgently take the fight to you.  Even outside, they can hear my thunderous charge.

[Wicked]

I continue my assault on your boobs and try to think of a way to end this fight, hell we already missed the whole concert, and I want to get home so I can soak in my Jacuzzi and work out these aches and pains. Suddenly I'm getting a slap from under my tit, followed by another on top nails welting my beautiful olive skin. "Ugghh Owwww what the fuck" as I feel my boobs being grabbed and then I'm whipped across the room.

I keep my balance and sidestep the stall door, not wanting to fall into the stall (which is what I'm sure you were going for) holding my tits and gasping for air. I look up because I thought I heard thunder, but it is only you charging at me.  I have a split second to think as I pull up my leg exposing my knee before impact. Your bush slams into my knee not having enough time to slow down, I hear you mumble something which I can't understand then slump to the floor.

Moving from the stall I grab the counter for support watching you writhe on the floor.  I know I need to finish this but I need to gather myself before I start another attack. You are moving slowly rocking back and forth hatred in your eyes. "Linda dear you have underestimated your prey this time, you need to pick on someone who will lay down for you, not a hell cat that will go head to head!"

[linftr]

Again that sharp knee hits, this time my puffy mound is mashed, as I almost impale myself on your  upraised leg.  I gasp, grasp and groan as I tumble down past you, as you scuttle off in fear of my fury.  One hand bracing myself amongst the debris of the floor, I am on my knees, with the other hand clutching my aching crotch, I glance over my shoulder to make sure you aren’t lunging as I slowly pivot to face you.

You almost look like you are in a trance as you watch my bottom swivel, but I see your purple tits quiver and your eyes blink and realize you are thinking.  I mutter about my poor pussy as my bracing right hand shifts from the floor clutter and clutches the upright stall behind me and I rise, painfully. Testing my limbs, I hiss that” I am going to stuff my foot all the way up your cxnt for that.” as I stand bowlegged, propped up by the stall edge.

My foot lifts, a small testing kick, as you carefully advance, not as reckless as I was.  My eyes glare and focus on your pussy, wanting to savage it.  Making sure I appear to track that target, you almost get in range of my hands, when I whip my right hand up from behind me, swinging my torn skirt, zipper end first, up at your face.  I see surprise, and then your turning head, as the zipper smacks at your cheek.

I flomp forward, my turn to grab and twist, pivoting you and showing you back towards the counter, my hands grabbing your hair and pulling you down, keeping you from head butting you as I lean over your back.  Slithering upwards on you, I feel you stagger under the weight.  “Say hello to Mr. Counter, fuckface!” I hiss and sneer.

[jackie]

One helluva fight between 2 nasty bitches, but Lin will walk out of this in triumph.

[Wicked]

Watching you on the floor I follow you as you try to get up, slowly standing and using the stall to steady yourself. I notice that you are in some pain and look like you just got off a horse.  I make a mental note about it, then hear you say you are going to put your foot in my cxnt. We start to walk to each other, you look like you have a purpose,  I know I have.

Your hand comes out from behind your back with your raggety skirt, flinging it at me I get stung by the zipper of the damn thing. "You are a dead woman you ginger bitch!"  I take another step forward, you flomp forward and grab my battered breast and turn me around, forcing me back to the counter. Pulling at my hair you push my over the counter pinning me and straddling my back.

"Linda has anyone ever told you that you are a pain in the ass, literally!" I'm in a very awkward position with a cow on my back slithering up me like a snake. I feel that ruff bush of yours over my ass, I try to push off the counter but with all this weight on my back it seems impossible. I need a new strategy, thinking on my feet (a little pun there) I slam an elbow into your ribs, hearing a grunt I send another your way.

I'm struggling under your weight, trying to twist or push off again, you are at just as much of a disadvantage being on top pulling my hair because you cannot batter my breasts or my pussy. I need to get you off my back, "Owww you bitch get the fuck off" as I elbow you agsin.

[linftr]

Riding this frizzy haired sow is a thrill, even with swollen privates, as she lurches uselessly under me.  If only I had spurs!  Opphhh, damn, you have sharp elbows, as though my hands restrain your head and rip your hair, you still bruise my ribs.  I squirm a little higher up your body, catching an evil looking self in the mirror, really pleased with the situation now as I breath freely and ride you onto the cold marble.

Fuck! Stop with the elbows, as I wriggle further onto you after you elbow my tender flank, so my breasts plop on either side of your neck.  “Bang away bitch” I sneer, my thighs able to take those elbows from now on.  It is so weird feeling to have your greasy hair smearing my boobs, but I am squishing you flat, and notice your own rack oozing out to either side of your torso.  Just as I am going to use one hand to mash your left titty down on the counter, I notice the sink over there on my left.

I snicker, my left hand reaching out, and with a little stretch, hitting the soap dispenser.  “C’mon” I exhort, as I get a little jet of air, but my next whap gets a handful of soap.  Grabbing your hair close to the scalp with my right hand, I tilt your head back.  I shout to the milling throng outside the door “Be over in a minute, I am going to clean this bitch up” as I yank your hair back just a bit more, and push my soap laden hand at your eyes. 

I suppose a the last second, you realize your fate, because I feel you thrashing between my legs.  I have to confess, your panic feels good.

[Wicked]

"What the fuck you slimy bitch" I scream as you rip at my hair and climb higher onto my back. "You better hope you knock me out, because if I get off this fucking counter I'm going to beat you like the whore you are!"

My elbow shots were working but now that you rode up higher they have no effect. You are so far onto my back that all that loose flesh you call boobs is hanging over the side of me. My tits are smashed under me bruised as they are I feel nothing they are numb. I continue to elbow your thigh hoping for it to become numb.

Still squirming under you I look for a way to get off the counter. I see you reaching for something but at the angle I'm at I can't figure what it is. Whatever it is you have it in your hand as you sit up and pull my head back. Not knowing what your crazy ass has you smash your hand to my eyes and smear the stuff into my eyes and across my face.
"What the fuck you crazy ass whore, my eyes are burning are you trying to fucking blind me" I scream and thrash my head from side to side.

Not knowing what this bitch has done I loose my fucking mind thrashing and grabbing for your head. I get my hands in your hair as you yank my head back further.  I pull with a blind fury and hear your head hit something, I imagine it was the mirror but I'm too pissed off to care. I pull again and hear a groan and feel you loosen your grip, the hand you smeared my eyes with you put down to steady yourself but end up sliding on the marble.

I hear another thump I feel you moving to the side, I gather my strength and pull that hair of yours again, my eyes are really on fire now. "You slimy fucking whore you are going to pay for this twofold"
I bang your head again into the wall or mirror or whatever the fuck is in front of me, the thump this time is loud and the grip on me is gone. I thtash to the side and feel the weight lifted off me.

I don't know what hapoened other than my eyes burning and being blinded by this whore. I feel around for the sink trying to find water to rinse my eyes so I can see again.

[linftr]

I have you, I have you at last, as I render you helpless as I ride you, soap smeared on your greasy face, just before you explode like a bucking animal.  What the hell,  as you jerk wildly and reach up for my hair, yanking it hard.  It is all I can do to stay on you, but as you lurch, my forehead hits the mirror.  Wobbling now, I start to topple, only to be tugged again, nose first into the mirror.  I yelp and topple off you to the right, curling onto the counter, and then slithering off onto my knees.

You are still flailing, but fortunately towards the sink on the left, bellowing like an elephant, as I clutch the counter, my soapy hand mixing with my runny nose to create bubbles.  Ohhh, the bitch, how could she!  and I try to rise once before sinking back to my knees, snuffling.  There you are frantically playing with the sink , four or five feet away and I have to move.  I have to get you now, as I hear the water running.

I shuffle towards you on my knees while my head clears, no more games, this is a fight to the finish, I will ruin you now.  While you continue your wiping and whining, I line up behind you, remembering how you kneed my crotch twice.  Your legs braced as you bend over the sink, I see that slimy snatch beckoning.  My left hand pushes on your flabby ass, positioning you,  as I swear I am going to pulp that filthy twat.  My right hand drops, and swings up between your thighs. 

[Wicked]

I frantically search for the sink needing to get this shit out of my eyes, I know you are lingering somewhere. Finally finding the faucet I turn the water on not caring if it is hot or cold just needing it to rinse my eyes. My mind is going in several directions, first wanting the burning to stop, then to finish off this ginger whore, lastly my Jacuzzi and relaxation.

My eyes are feeling better still fuzzy but no more burning, I know I don't have much time you are lurking here somewhere readying your strike. I throw a bit more water on my face and go to turn off the water when your manly paw grabs my ass, and I know what is coming next.

I screech grabbing for my pleasure mound and see you are still on your knees, at least I think you are on your knees I don't remember you being that short, or is my vision is playing tricks on me. I see you wind up for another strike at my pussy turning I kick you this time landing it just short of it's mark, hitting your stomach. I hear a small grunt.

"You filthy cocksucking ginger whore, you are going to regret messing with me!" I gather myself yet again and lunge at you from the counter, you are sitting there dumbfounded. I push you backwards and you hit the floor hard, you swing at me as I fall atop you and hit me in the ribs. I have enough fury in me right now that I no longer feel any of my aches and pains, all I feel is the raging hatred building in me needing release.

I release that hatred as I pound your redhaired head into the floor, then grab at that nasty snatch and rip out those red curls, hearing you scream I smile and reach for your breasts. I sit atop you slapping your tits like I'm playing ping pong, only difference is they are a bit larger and softer than the balls I remember.  I kneel over you hooking each leg with mine spreading yours so I have easy access to that cxnt. I continue to wreck those boobs of yours and grab another handfull of red curls, oops I think I might have grabbed a little something else.

[linftr]

Every time I hurt this bitch, it is like I applied a cattle prod.  After I swatted that swampy snatch twice, she screams and turns, kicking at me, then falling on me as I was on my knees when I smacked her cxnt.  Her eyes are bleary, almost like she was bewitched, as she grabs my hair and pushes my head, then slaps my poor breasts.

I must have been right back when, she is on something, because she moves from my tits to twisting my legs, to yanking my pussy hairs and back.  All the while she is cursing and foaming at the mouth.  A whirling dervish!  Some of her frenzy is more fluff then fact, as nothing seems to be pressed too hard, and I am even bearing up to having my coarse red kinkies pried out, when , apparently by mistake, she grabs my pussy lips. I scream, as they get tugged hard and harshly, me yelling “let go of my cxnt” which somehow the crowd hears as clear as a bell.  Thank goodness your hand was wet and slippery, or my lips would have stretched for inches before you lost your grip!

My soapy left hand grabs your hair and tugs you over to the side, while my right hand pries your left leg away from my right.  Both of us teetering on our sides, but one of my legs is  free, and cocks itself, as I make sure your leg is waving in the air.  My reddened pussy is hanging out there, but I am the only one able to kick, and I see your slimy brown thing quivering, just asking for it.  “I told you I would stuff my foot in your dirty hole” as I admire the view for a moment, before lashing out.

[Wicked]

I'm in a complete frenzy whipping those flappy breasts and pulling on those cxnt lips and hair, unsuspecting as I tear out those pubs of yours.  I feel you bucking under me as you scream out in pain. My frenzy has me out of sorts as you manage to untangle yourself from under me, freeing a leg you tell me I'm about to get a foot in my cxnt.

My boiling point is beyond boiling and starting to bubble over as I take that foot in stride, feeling it hit it's mark "Urgghhhh Ahhhh BITCH, you will pay dearly" as I grab at that nasty foot and twist it falling back.  I hear you scream as I continue to twist, I'm also screaming but I'm saying" You filthy fucking whore you are never going to walk out of here"

We are both battered and bruised and neither of us wants to loose this fight, we continue to squirm on the floor , you trying to get your leg away from me and me trying to back away with your foot. Something is going to give sooner or later.

[linftr]

I kick and ‘score”, with my arched foot  scraping into your twat,  but to my dismay, am hardly big toe deep in your snatch as you lasso my thrusting foot with your hand and twist.  My face registers both pain and my failure to split you in half, as not only am I bowlegged after my prior crotch damage, but you are prying my foot to the side, and I feel my leg muscles strained and tight.

I almost escape  from your grip, but my bottom must have hit a soapy spot and I skid towards you as you pull.  I try to do a sit up, my tits and tummy flouncing forward, and reach out to grab at your hand.  It seems ironic, as my mind whirls, that after all our close quarter dueling, we are a legs length apart.  If only I was the one with the longer legs, you would have been skewered!

I am thrashing, trying to pull my leg back, as I roll more and more onto my side to lessen the strain of your twisting.  My other leg pops free, and I try to kick up and hit your purple tit.  That will stop you.

[Wicked]

We have been struggling for at least 2 hours, both of us sweaty and worn, the floor is littered with our clothes.  Struggling to hold onto your foot as you wriggle and scoot on the floor I pull you closer trying to twist it, you get your other leg free and kick out at me again.

"Owwww, man I hate you right now" as your foot hits my bruised tits. I can't grab them both so I continue to twist the one I have and lean back on the floor so I'm out of range for another kick. I use my leg to hold you back pressing it into your stomach. I watch as you flail that leg trying to reach anything possible.

[linftr]

As we collect grunge from the floor, I realize that with your longer leg pushing me away, my flailing left leg won’t hit anything.  I growl out of frustration, my eyes tearing.  If only I could get at you, you would be whimpering your surrender, not that I would accept it.

“You fucking ruined this concert.  Look what you did to me !  You are a disgusting piece of trash!  “ In spite of the fact that we have been dueling forever, I insist “If I could get at you, I’d rip your tits off!”. 

My brain flashes with wisdom, and I grab the foot that is wedged in my tummy, and push at it, trying to lift it up and allow me to get in range and successfully kick you.  In my posture, straining on the floor, it is incredibly hard to flip my damp mop of hair out of my face, and I wriggle to get it out of my eyes.  Seeing your pussy occasionally unveiled as we twist, inspires me to strain harder.  It is like the holy grail of targets, and impaling it will be the symbol of my pending triumph.

[Wicked]

"I ruined this concert, what in holy hell are you talking about" "You were the one with the big mouth that no one could hear over"

Struggling with your foot as you wriggle around you push my foot away and get in closer looking to kick at my pussy again. I see the anticipation in your eyes. You kick but miss your mark and gasp for air and your foot collides with my stomach. "Ughh" I stop twisting your foot and push your leg back at you, seeing the shock in your eyes as I release your foot I stretch toward you and grab fistsfull of your hair and pull you closer.