[NJGoomba]

I don't remember who wrote this but found it on one of my thumb drives


Kitchen Fight


It all started when Annette asked Jennie to pass her a cup from the draining board when they stood side by side in the hospital kitchen. That’s when Annette’s politeness was met with Jen’s sharpness with the line “You can’t take that one, that’s mine from home!” The abrupt tone  of Jen’s voice made Annette narrow her eyes with impatience and caused more than a couple of insults during Annette’s regular conversations with more friendly acquaintances during the cigarette breaks she held outside the hospital doors. During these exchanges, whenever Annette got the chance to refer to Jennie in conversations with Pam or Lisa for instance, she’d describe her as “That stroppy blonde cow” or “That woman who’s madly in love with her precious coffee cup”.  Annette blanked Jennie whenever the two women crossed each other in the corridor, and the act of ignoring was mutual. Unfortunately for Russell, Jen’s husband, Annette blanked him too for a couple of days, until he made a point of being charming and friendly with Annette when the two were in the kitchen area alone. During this time, Russell spoke to the dark haired woman openly about music and home life, leaving Annette with no option but to reciprocate with her own bubbly method of conversing. The two connected nicely, much to Annette’s sly pleasure. Outside she’d later say to Pam and Lisa “God, if little Mrs Coffee Cup could see me and her husband chatting like that together, she’d blow a fuse. Silly cow!” Lisa playfully replied “Hmmm, that’d bring some drama to the ward!  A catfight between two of the mothers, maybe!”  Annette replied “Yeah, the shortest scrap in history, i’d put her on her fat arse in ten seconds!” Her eyes narrowed spitefully as she spat the words out, causing her two friends to smirk with an uncomfortable recognition of Annette’s dislike of her new rival. Meanwhile, Russell would mention to Jen how much he liked Annette, the pleasant dark haired girl from their home town. “Yes, she’s from our city too!” Russell would enthusiastically gurgle to a totally disinterested Jen.
As time passed, Russell and Annette got much closer as their stays in the hospital got more frequent and longer in duration with each visit. The kitchen area became a regular meeting place for the two new friends to meet, it was a haven where they’d lean on each other emotionally and share coffee and anecdotes. Russell would often glance down at Ann’s 36D chest, much to her pleasure. She’d stick her boobs out when this happened, her norks squeezing juicily from the top of her bra and blouse. Pretty soon she’d wear her blouses with a top button undone, just to tease more efficiently.  It was only a matter of time until Jennie became aware of their now blatant flirting.....the rivalry previously unnoticed by Jen came of age one afternoon in the kitchen area when the trio were swapping standing spaces in the 12 foot by 12 foot floor while waiting for the water heater to reboil to enable coffees to be made. As Jen whispered comedy comments to Russell, Annette grabbed his attention back for her own by smiling sweetly directly at him. When he smiled back, she leant her backside on the sink unit and slipped her painted nailed fingers into her tight jeans pockets. Jen’s conversation tailed off as she saw her husband become entrapped by the 5`3 tall dark haired siren’s body language, her hips straining the denim of her jeans, her bare arms trimmed and powerful, shown off as perfectly browned against the multi-coloured sleeveless cotton blouse she wore with such casual style. Her look was completed by a pair of flip-flops exposing the toes of size 6 feet. Annette dived from communication via gestures to communication via purred words. “Another weekend here then!” she opened, with Russell instantly taking a step

closer to her. “Yeah, there’s only about 50 places i’d prefer to be at right now....” he smiled. Annette continued. “Me too, and 40 of those involve alcohol and other distractions!” Russell gurgled a laugh as Jennie stood upright, before striding two paces until she stood side by side with her husband, her 5`4 height accentuated by her spite-stiffened back and tapping right foot.  “Wouldn`t want to be away from our daughter though, would we?” she almost snarled, head tilted, eyes burning into Annette’s. Russell stumbled around his words of damage limitation. “Oh no, i mean, it’d be nice for all of us to be somewhere else” he muttered with hope of escaping a scene.  A scene seemed more likely when Annette addressed Jennie directly for the first time since the cup micro-incident. “Yeah, all of us at one big party or something. Getting to KNOW each other!” with the word ‘know’ she opened her deep hazel eyes wide and looked straight at Russell, her lush mouth curling at edges in a seductive smile. Jen snorted steam from her nostrils. “Parties are the LAST thing on OUR mind right now!” she jaggedly responded, narrowing her eyes before ordering Russell to follow her as she stormed out of the kitchen. “Come on, we’ll get a coffee from the cafe!” she demanded. “See ya later Sweetheart!” Annette flirted back to Russell, as he looked back and gave her a knowing but guilty, not to mention schoolboyishly scared glance. “Er, bye!” he bubbled to her amusement. Annette’s smile disappeared in a split second as she shot to Pam’s room to demand a cigarette and an audience for the vitriol she was about to pour out about Jennie. Outside the hospital doors, she sucked red cheeked at a Marlboro as she shot darts at Jen via Pam. “Fucking bitch! Next time i see her alone, i’m going to make her look THIS big!” she lifted her right hand and made an inch space between her  knife-sharp thumb and forefinger nails. Pam didn’t diffuse the situation, happily pouring petrol on the situation with an incendiary “Well, mate, if it was me i’d have smacked her one right there and then!” Lisa, who’d followed the two women excitedly out of the corridor into the autumn air helped to accelerate the bandwagon with a comment of “If you slapped her in the kitchen, no one would know. She doesn’t look that tough; don’t let her get the better of you. She’s a bitch, she deserves a good smacking. We’ll back you up and stop it if it gets out of hand anyway!”
Lisa threw her cigarette on the floor and began to march towards the lift, then changed her mind and ran up the 3 flights of stairs, through two corridors, then into the ward where her new enemy was charging back into the kitchen to pick up the forgotten two coffees with her husband. As Russell and Jennie heard the kitchen door close behind them, it reopened as a slightly panting Annette gulped some air and leant back against the sink, fingers back in pockets, opening her mouth to speak as the faces of Pam and Lisa peered through the glass door windows......!
“Hello again!” Annette chirped brightly, with a drop-dead fake smile on her lips. This time, she stared at Jennie. Jennie wore a pair of jeans, flip flops and a short sleeved top, with tie-dyed pastel print, a low cut loose front showing off her 40C norks, and a flattering shape which tightened nicely around her slightly weighty tummy.  Finally the two women had the chance to really size each other up, their eyes running up and down each other’s figures with a mutual glare of mixed feelings, made up of envy, disgust, simmering rivalry and even a much begrudged catty admiration...the latter of which would never be admitted by either girl in a million years. Jen took a deep impatient breath before replying.  “Helllll-ooo again!” she sarcastically sang. Annette stood upright and eyed the half empty coffee cup cradled in Jennie’s palms as Jen leant casually against

the working top across the room from Annette’s territory at the sink side.  As Russell’s jeans began to bulge at the opportunity to compare the two women, Ann stalked towards Jen.  “Oooo, coffee!” she smiled. “Think i’ll have one too. I’m so thirsty i could MURDER a drink....!” her eyes squinted into spiteful slits as she glanced at Jen’s cup. “Excuse me please!” she purred as she snaked her bare arm past Jennie’s, skin brushing against skin, as a hint of static electricity crossed between the women as their forearms met for a tantalising split second. Jen looked down at her own arm in disgust, as if a flea had landed on her wrist. She took a step to her left to allow Annette access to a spare cup abandoned on the working top. Russell, eager to please as ever, stepped conspicuously to his left too, allowing Annette to slip her empty cup under the water boiler’s tap. He unnecessarily flicked the switch allowing the steaming water to fill her vessel. “Oh, thank you!” she gleefully sung.  Looking back at Jen, she continued... “He’s a good guy isn’t he? Blokes like this one are like gold dust, aren’t they honey?”.  Jen snorted her reply, although before she uttered her response, she pointedly stood upright and turned to face Annette, blocking her view of the guy with the ever constricting pants. “He’s great, yes....but just flicking a water switch is nothing compared to what he can do....although i’m the only one who takes advantage of the more important stuff!”.  Annette sneered a curled lip.  “Yeah, anyway, moving on....it’s nice to be here having a nice girly chat with someone my age, with probably my interests too....i can see you’re into nice clothes sweetie. That top is very sweet. It suits your shape. Covers it up well!”. Annette looked at Jennie’s chest with doe eyes, head tilted as if she was examining a specimen in a laboratory. “What are you, about a 42B maybe?” Jennie snorted a short burst of derisive laughter. She began to understand the game Annette was playing, and was quite willing to play herself too. “No, 40C. Sweetie.” She sighed.  “Actually, i know what you mean about mutual interest. Oh, mutual means sort of both persons  agreeing....just in case you’ve never heard the word before.....so as far as clothes go, your blouse is lovely! The shorter frame is suited by loud, garish colours, isn’t it?” Annette inserted her tongue deep into the side of her cheek and raised a lazy eyebrow as she very slowly took another step towards Jennie, until the two women were a yard away from each other, the inch height difference looking insignificant as they burnt their stares into each others eyes.  The exchange continued....with Ann making the next move. Ignoring the height slur, she purred in a monotone at the taller heavier blonde. “Thank you for the compliment, it was the last one in the shop. The final one on the rail...!” she giggled. “but you know? When i saw it i just HAD to have it....i’d have fought TOOTH and NAIL for this top!”  With the two key words, she opened her eyes wide and clamped her teeth together for the ‘T’ sound and flared her nostrils wildly for the ‘L’ sound. Jennie smirked again. She hardly took a breath before snapping back. “Oh, sweetie, i’m with you there! MY top means the same to me, as soon as i had my hand on it in the shop, NO-ONE could have taken it from me!” Annette placed her fists on her hips. “Could have been interesting if we both wanted the same top, then !” she snapped. Jennie narrowed her eyes to slits. “VERY interesting!” she purred. “Not very ladylike, a fight over a blouse, but, when needs must.....!” Annette gurgled a stifled laugh, like a teenage bully taking the mickey out of a victim. “Oh, me and you fighting! What a thought......!” she rolled her eyes up to the ceiling as if she was remembering an orgasmic moment from her past, relishing the thought of getting toe to toe with her taller rival. “Actually, no. That wouldn’t be a good idea at all, us fighting. I mean, look at you....you’re taller than me, you’re strong looking,

probably fit....well, actually fit-ish....(here Annette curled a derisive lip up in a sneer as she exaggeratedly looked Jen up and down, taking a step back to inspect her prey)...in fact, lets have a closer inspection..!” Annette slowly probed her right hand out, fingers in a claw like shape as she rubbed the backs of her fingers up Jen’s bare forearm, tracking her skin, then up her upper arm, until she curled her fingers around Jennie’s bicep, squeezing slowly like an admiring fan would grab a superstars arm in an unruly autograph session. She thumbed Jen’s bicep, squeezing it gently 2,3,4, times, as Jen snorted air into her nostrils, now quaking with anger and a little fear at this ridiculous show from her dark haired nemesis. “Mmmmm, pretty firm, for a.....housewife!”  She gave one VERY tight squeeze, making Jen flinch before returning her hands back into a fist position, returning to stand in her fists-on-hips stance. Triumphantly, she waited for Jennie’s gesture of reply. She didn’t have to wait long. “Well, when you put it like that, i suppose it would be difficult for a shorter woman like you to feel confident fighting me....after all, YOUR arms look firm too, although i don’t really fancy touching them....but your features, they are sort of....fragile looking, do you think? May i?” Jennie held a palm out as if waiting for permission to touch Annette. Annette simply smiled sweetly. “Oh, be my guest!” She smirked. Jennie lifted her right hand out towards Ann’s left cheek.  Hand stiffened outwards, fingers erect and palm facing cheek, Jennie stroked her skin against Annette’s, the shorter lady bristling with excitement at the fact that they were now touching and a fight was imminent. Jen let her palm rest on Ann’s cheek, then rubbed her thumb up against the gossamer-like skin under Annette’s left eye. Prodding her thumbnail gently into the thin skin, Jen allowed mock concern to drift into her voice. “Those eyes look like they would suffer if they were.....scratched!” Annette giggled girlishly. “Well, damage happens in a fight, doesn’t it? I’d expect to get hurt....and do some damage myself too!” Jennie snapped back. “And that nose, it looks sort of easily breakable to me!” Jen moved her hand around so the palm was cupping Annette’s chin, then, with a touch of absurdity, she gripped the tip of her rivals nose between thumb and forefinger. Pulling her fingers back, she tugged Annette’s nose, gripping it hard as she pulled. Annette’s head jerked slightly forward. Giggling burbled from outside as Ann’s allies laughed at the comic element of Jen’s move. Russell heard Lisa unhelpfully say “I’d NEVER put up with that!”. Releasing Ann’s nose, Jen let her right hand drop loosely down until she placed her palm on her ample hip, her other hand prodding her own cheek thoughtfully. “Yes, an awful lot of damage could occur!”
Annette took a step back. Jennie naively thought the exchange was over, until the voluptuous dark haired girl purred in almost a whisper “Here’s an idea.....because im SOOOO nervous about how strong and hard looking you are, i’d like to just prove to myself how much damage you could do to me, just to ensure i’d NEVER get into a physical confrontation with a PERSON like you....i’m going to let you hit me. I’m sure, when i feel the power of a punch from that fist of yours i’d NEVER put myself in a position where you could hurt me!” Jennie knew what was coming next.  The sarcasm in Annette’s voice was vicious. “And of course, you can let me hit you too, just one punch, so you can see how small and weak i really am.....!” The last few words tailed off almost song like, wistfully spoken, yet menacing enough in reality to give Russell’s erection almost iron-like proportions. These two women were in seconds about to engage in physical, dangerous competition.  Jennie took a step back until her rear touched the working top by the water boiler. Annette wandered to the door, then back to the centre of

the room. Annette smirked. Jen smirked back. They eyed each others faces, each others hands, each others bare arms. Jennie wondered how hard Annette could really punch. She felt scared, and considered just storming off and back into the safety of the ward. Why wasn’t Russell stopping this absurdity? Annette felt a pang of nervousness too, but unknown to both women, Annette’s height and weight disadvantage was more than compensated for by this fact...Jennie had only ever had one short fight in her life. Ann had had more than 10, the last 2 being in the last couple of years, while Jen’s only scrap had been as a schoolgirl. Annette’s blood pressure rose as she demanded an instant verbal contract. “So?” she snapped, ordering Jen to reply. “Yes or no?!” Jennie’s unsure position on the suggestion was killed off by Annette’s snappiness, and she gave a definite response. “Let’s do it, it’s a GREAT idea!” She wanted to do this quickly though, and took a step towards Annette. Ann had other ideas. She lifted her palms in a defensive gesture. “Whoa, let’s make the most of this! I’m REALLY looking forward to it, so take your time!” Jen took a deep, long breath. She clenched her right fist. She arched her back. Annette stood erect, huge grin on her classicaly attractive features. She defiantly held her hands behind her back, and jutted out her face, chin pointing at Jennie’s face, 4 feet apart. Jen for a moment questioned the ridiculousness of the moment, then, in a carnal, savage split second of murderous intent, swung her fist to Annette’s face...but....pulled her punch at the last moment. To her surprise, Ann didn’t even flinch. Jen imagined to herself these words....”Why don’t I make the most of this? SHE sure is!” She smiled sweetly at Ann, then held her knuckles flush against her enemy’s cheekbone. Pressing hard, she enquired “Ready?” Ann snapped back with nastiness “Get on with it!”. Jennie slowly cocked her arm back, further....further......further.....then.......”SMAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!” her fist arced around in a 180° curve, hitting Ann’s cheekbone with a furious SLAP! Jennie felt good. VERY good, although her middle knuckles tingled slightly with the impact. Pleasure turned to deep nervousness, however, when Annette’s reaction was witnessed. The dark haired girl’s head snapped sideways a few inches, her eyes blinked, and her skin reddened immediately. But she didn’t seem hurt in the slightest. She simply sucked in a lungfull of air, ignored the intense tingling on her cheekbone and relished the next step of their ‘experiment’. “Hmmm, not bad, not bad! I KNEW i was right, i knew you had a good swing on you! Those fat arms of yours haven’t let you down, sweetie!” Annette could afford to be verbally vicious now, she knew Jen’s punches were not capable of hurting her too much. And adrenaline was flowing VERY freely. Jen’s eyes widened with a little worry. “Glad you approve, and that was only a half strength punch!” Jen lied. Ann laughed out loud at this comment, she KNEW it was all Jen could manage. Annette clenched her fist in front of Jennie’s eyes, making the skin on her hard knuckles go white as the blood flowed from the fist due to the intense clenching. Jen glared at the knuckles. Annette glared at Jen. The knuckle was placed against Jen’s.....nose.  On the bridge, to the right as Ann looked at her now distressed rival.  Jen closed her eyes,  giving the viewers from outside reason to  call with bloodthirsty glee “Come on Annette, smack her!” Annette swung her fist back and.....”SMAKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” with an identical tone, the sound of knuckle upon female face, Jennie’s head snapped back and to the side.  With a betraying feminine sound of a quiet squeal, the hell of the moment was over, substituted by intense tingling on her nose, the perfectly directed punch slamming hard onto the nosebridge. Jennie bravely snorted, with a newly nasal tone, “Pretty good punch, i’m sure you’d stand a good chance against a similar sized woman!” Jen was

scared now, but didn’t want to back down in front of rival, rival’s friends and husband.  Another betrayal of her front of unaffectedness was laughed at by Annette. Giggling cruelly, the shorter girl bubbled “Hmmm, well i’ve drawn blood nicely, despite your SUPERIOR, erm....height!” Jennie felt a tiny trickle of blood roll down her left nostril to follow the earlier trail of crimson flowing gently down her upper lip. A single drop fell onto the floor off her lip as the blood quickly began to clot. Jennie was pleased the moment was over. “Well, we’ve proved we can hit. I hope you’re happy!” Jen stated with a quiver in her voice. Annette replied with words which made Jen’s body tremble. “Oh, we’re just getting started! Fancy one more each? Russell whispered an excited “Yes!” to accompany Pam’s happy mumble of agreement from outside the kitchen. Hearing russell’s lack of support for her slightly bloody nose, Jen felt her nerves overtaken by anger. “OK, FINE!” she snapped, this time taking no time sizing up her swing. She merely threw her arm back, clenched her fist and aimed with all her concentration at Annette’s weak spot....her left eye. Jennie attempted to punch straight into the eyeball, but missed slightly, hitting her foe just below, with a thumbnail scratching a tiny mark onto the side of Ann’s nose. Annette was taken aback by the blow, expecting to be hit on the cheek again....a small gasp shot from Annette’s mouth as she whispered tartily “Bitch!” Jen felt good again, for about 2 seconds....as Annette took a step back this time, and lurched forward, adding body weight to her second punch, swinging a wild right towards Jen. At the last split second, Ann moved to her left, straightened the fist and hit Jennie flush on the lips with a perfect blow, flattening the taller blonde’s lips against her teeth. Mouth tingling painfully, Jennie pursed her lips, and made a move which she regretted almost immediately. With temper overflowing, rage burning through every pore, she broke the rules of this crazy exchange and let herself go completely. She replied to the ‘bitch’ comment with a louder and slower “Cow!” insult. Then, she flung her right hand back again and let a looser fist connect with Annette, this time not hitting the face...the wildness and impulsiveness of the blow caused it to slap painlessly onto Ann’s neck. Jen knew that all bets were off and all rules were void. The women outside gleefully began to shout for the fight to begin, calling for Annette to “Come on, get her!” and “Smack her head in!”. Annette shook her head slowly and cruelly, as she took several steps back, eyes burning into Jennie’s. “Right, you fucking bitch, i’m gonna rip you to fucking pieces!.....but first, let’s give Russell a little thrill, huh?” Annette tore at her own top, pulling the buttons superman style, ripping open her blouse and letting the front dangle loosely, a black bra now on show as she raised her fists and clenched. Jennie had some quick thinking to do. She wanted to kill Annette, but needed to compose herself. She snapped back to buy herself some time. “Oh, the afternoon’s young! Let’s get some REAL competition going first!” Annette dropped her hands down and sneered “ANYTHING we do will show that I’M superior to YOU in EVERY way!” Pam and Lisa whooped with delight from outside. “Talk, bitch!” Annette shouted at Jennie. Jen walked to the centre of the kitchen.  Annette met her as the women stood toe to toe and tit to tit.


Annette met her as the women stood toe to toe and tit to tit. Jennie trembled gently as she lifted her fingers up towards Ann’s limpy dangling blouse. “We can’t fight with garments loose, can we? Let’s get rid of this!” The blonde’s fingers probed around the pearl buttons of Annette’s top, gripping then wrapping around the blouse front. Holding firmly, she

lifted the top up to shoulder level then gently peeled the shoulders off Ann’s body, palms rubbing coarsely against Annette’s skin as she undressed her. Like a lover declothing a partner, Jennie pushed the blouse back over Ann’s shoulders, then let it fall to the floor behind her. Annette gasped slightly as she felt the cool air around her back...her midriff....her cleavage. Looking down at her enemy’s black bra, Jennie snorted a giggle of derision. “And THAT won’t last long, either!” before looking back into Annette’s narrowed eyes, Jennie’s tiny stain of dried blood on her lip a match for Annette’s slightly raised eye bruise in the battle-scar stakes. Both women would be infinitely more marked in the next hour. Annette shrugged her shoulders like a spoilt teenager. Lip pouting, she sneered “Better get equivalence before we go any further....equivalence, that means both elements being the same!” Jennie gave a sarcastic spoilt smirk, accompanied by an exaggerated “Well ha...ha....HA!” Before the last syllable exited her lips, Annette made two fists around Jennie’s collar area and viciously yanked her top, tearing left and right, pulling apart, wrestling the fabric until it tore loudly. Jennie stood amused as Ann failed to rip the garment as quickly as she would have liked. “Need help?” she sneered. Annette replied only by tugging even more violently, making Jen wobble left and right, back and forth, almost losing her footing as her rival pulled until the ripping sound happened again, then again, until the blouse fell off Jennie’s shoulders and into Annette’s fists. Annette tossed the blouse over her head behind her, letting it silently helicopter down to the floor. “Maybe the cleaners will pick that up later...no point sewing it up, shit like that can go straight in the trash!”. “With you following it!” Jen snapped. “Just try!” Annette countered.
“Well, bra to bra then, and i can see you’re getting excited!” Jennie stared down at Ann’s erect nipples. The bra struggled to contain the hard bullets pointing out at the blonde.  Ann laughed in response. “More than you, it seems! Maybe you need help getting them up, what with you being a bit dead in the sensuality department!” The black haired beauty lifted a single erect forefinger and began to circle her hard, long nail around Jen’s left nip area. Immediately, the bra fabric stretched as the nipple below matched Annette’s for length and width. “Whoooo, i’d better be careful!” Annette giggled. “You’ll be sucking my tits if i don’t watch it!”
“Sucking, then biting ‘em off and spitting them in your ugly face!” Jen bit back.
Annette reached behind her back and unclipped her own bra, letting it float to the floor. “Try!”
Jennie tore at the front of her own bra and yanked it away from her torso, then flung it towards the doorway. “NOW i’m ready!” she barked. The girls now stood so close their nipples touched, trembling together, the only contact points of the women’s bodies being the nipple ends, prodding each other as if they were involved in a battle of their own independant of the ladies wills. Jennie lurched oh-so-gently forward, letting her nips squash into Annette’s. Annette prodded back, then moved sideways to rub hers against Jens. Both girls began to wave their upper bodies left...right...clockwise...anti-clockwise...slowly...then faster...then FASTER still, until their mammaries wobbled like jellies as the nipples bashed against each other, then the whole breasts whacked together as the norks were wobbled leftrightleftrightleftright. Rubbing sounds turned to smacking sounds. Smacking sounds turned to slapping sounds, higher and louder as breasts bashed harder. The women remained silent as this went on for a minute or so. Then Jen stepped back. “I don’t think you’re particularly dominant at this, are you? You’re flabby jugs are

NOTHING special. Ann barked back “Disappointed? Let’s try a REAL test!” she held out her hands, fingers fanned out, inviting Jen to go palm to palm with her. Jennie SLAPPED her hands against Ann’s in a bitchy high five, before writhing her fingers into a lock with her enemies. The knuckles of both ladies whitened immediately as they flexed their forearms and biceps and began to twist each others wrists savagely, both women frowning in immediate distress at each others powerful finger strength. Squeezing viciously, their arms went high above their heads...then jesus-pose outstretched...then down low at thigh height....then as their elbows folded, they furiously pushed forward with hands in the vicinity of their own breasts. As they pushed, their legs forced forward, each trying to push the other back as their fingers ached and groaned in a rising level of pain. Faster and faster their wrists writhed, their panting grew louder, their sweat began to form on their foreheads. Faces became closer as Jennie examined the sweat forming on Annettes forehead and upper lip. Annette was the first to break free. “ENOUGH!” she yelped as she wrenched her fingers back from Jen’s. Jennie snarled in a triumphant war cry “Yeah, WORRYING you, AREN’T i!” Annette shouted back with fury “NO, i just wanna do some REAL damage!” she leapt back a step and threw her right leg back before swinging it wildly at Jennie’s left ankle, thudding  her hard toes onto Jennie’s foot. Smacking her toes onto Jen’s foot, then ankle, then the side of her left calf, she struck out with 3 robust kicks, all smacking onto Jen’s bare skin with a feeling bordering between annoyance and pain. “Oh, you dirty cow!” Jen yelped, as she jumped back away from a forth, missed kick. The miss broguth a change of foot from Annette as she swung her left foot this time, smacking her instep HARD against Jen’s right thigh, just above the knee. This caused more pain, reflected on Jen’s frowning brow. The success was noted, and Annette smacked her foot yet again into Jennie’s right leg, this time onto the side of her calf. Jennie panted as she retreated quickly, before shoving her outstretched palms directly onto Ann’s tits, pushing her kicking hellcat foe back against the working top. “You fucking mad bitch!” Jen snarled, “Can’t you do any more than just fucking KICK?” Annette spat back “I can do PLENTY more, you fat BITCH! And you’ll SEE what i can do when i’ve broke your fucking LEGS!” Jennie gasped at Annette’s savagery as her dark haired bitchrival ran towards her again, taking two steps before aiming yet another right footed kick at her. One kick to the left thigh-side again, and Jen’s light yelp was accompanied by the clatter of Ann kicking off her flip-flops to leave her bare footed! Using her initiative, Jen swung a wild right kick out at Annette, her own shoe flying into Annette’s face. Kicking her other flip-flop across the floor, the women now danced towards each other, interlocking fingers again, both swinging mad kicks at each others legs, Jennie’s bare calves feeling the worst of the exchanges, while Annette’s three- quarter length jeans exposing a bare-skinned target for Jen’s kicks. Annette’s powerful calves strained and flexed as she hammered thunderous kicks at Jennie, who hopped and jumped in vain trying to escape the bare footed kicking onslaught. As Jennie slowed her movements, Annette carried out 3 kicks in succession which caused severe pain to the blondes lower legs.  Annette smirked sadistically as Jennie’s movements slowed, her legs aching with a burning feeling as Ann’s first phase of her battle plan became successful. As Jennie backed against the working top, her ass squashing against the wood,  Ann smacked her bare right foot 3 times against Jennie’s right inner thigh...each contact accompanied with a squeal slightly higher than the previous one.  This feet attack had served the brunette well so far, and it was all leading to the next foot strike...Ann smirked

devilishly and recoiled her right foot, arching it so her toes were erect and her bare heel, held a metre from the ground,  aimed at Jen’s right knee. Annette squealed a karate style  battle cry of “Yaaahhh!” before thudding  the ball of her heel against the inside of the blonde’s knee, crunching the pamint grotesquely sideways with a muted sob from Jennie. Annette stepped back as tears welled in jennie’s eyes.  The dark haired bitch tilted her head and raised her fists, bobbing up and down like a boxer. “NOW we  can fight PROPERLY!” she snarled as Jen raised her fists too, panting furiously and hopping from one foot to the other to try and ignore the searing pain from the kicking attack. Jen felt her forte was fistfighting, being physically strong in the upper body department, although her lack of fitness in recent years would go against her as the battle went on. Jen didn’t wait for the next stage, she swung 4 wild punches, right-left, right-left, as her dark haired enemy did exactly the same, swinging her balled fists in the direction of face and neck. Russell pursed his lips into an ‘O’  as the slapping of knuckles onto face continued 8 times, with both women smacking the other successfully, both heads flicking sideways as knuckles split lips and thudded against noses, both women feeling the burning numbness of the others  attack. They stepped back to assess the damage, Jen knowing that a particularly good shot from her to Ann’s nose must have caused some damage. It did, and Jennie smirked as she saw blood bubble then flow from Annette’s left nostril. Jen felt worried about the instant swelling under her eye caused by the smirking  shorter brunette. “Fucking piss-weak bitch!” Annette snarled as she threw another two rights at Jen, surging forward to smack her knuckles against Jennie’s face. Jen stepped back and scrambled her hands up, trying to catch Ann’s wrists. She only managed to divert the punches though, and attempting to grab Annette seemed to bring more venom from her rival. “Fight properly, you fat cow!” Annette panted, her tits wobbling dangerously close to Russell, who was trapped in the corner near the sink, his wife covering up beside him as Annette thrashed two more wild arms at the blonde. Jen squealed into Ann’s face “I’ll do more than punch, you fucking little SLAG!” before propelling her forehead directly into Annette’s face. By more luck than judgement, Jen’s head connected perfectly with the bridge of the smaller woman’s nose. Ann’s head jerked back, and the brunette squeaked slightly as she held her palms against her nose, squeezing it together as if it was in danger of falling off. Pam and Lisa gasped from outside then went silent. Annette glared at Jen, her nose flooding claret down onto her top lip. Jen foolishly thought this may end the exchange. “Back off now, bitch!” Jen snarled. “In your dreams, you cxnt!” replied Annette with a homicidal look in her eye!
Annette was now in maximum damage mode...she wanted to humiliate jen as well as hurt her though, and part of this would include Russell.  She collected a mouthful of spit and, coughing and snorting, filled her cheeks with a mixture of spit and blood. Lurching her face forward, she blasted the load into jennie’s face with a sharp blast. Jen recoiled in disgust, getting half showered with her rival’s bodily fluids. Annette screamed “you’ll get worse than THAT, you fucking bitch!...and HE’LL get better than YOU!” the brunette spun on her bare heels towards Russell and flung her powerful arms around his neck, sticking her tongue out even before her face made contact with his. She stabbed her tongue between his lips and seared it around his inner cheeks in a 2 second, deep, passionate kiss. Russell’s hard on became diamond hard as Jennie screamed in fury. “GetoffhimyoufuckinCOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!” she yelled as she balled her right fist and hammered it into the small of Ann’s back, the bare flesh making a

hollow drum sound 3 times as Jen’s wild assault thudded 3 punches into Annette’s body. Annette released Russell and spun around to Jen, tits flying wildly and freely, the outside of her left jug smacking against the outside of Jens left nork. Annette’s mammary pounding against Jens infuriated the taller blonde even further, and jennie thrust her open palms against Ann’s weapons and shoved her foe back. Annette’s back hit the working top again, but she seemed to bounce straight back at jen, still smarting over jen’s back attack.  “Like thumping other women’s backs do you? ME TOO!” Annette flung what appeared to be an attempted punch at Jen, although as her arm flew towards jen’s face, she hooked her forearm around the blonde’s neck  and yanked her bigger rival towards her before dragging her head down and spinning her around so Jen’s ass was facing Ann, and jen was leaning downwards at the floor. Annette threaded her right leg between Jen’s thighs and hooked her right ankle around Jen’s right knee. Ann grasped the back of Jennie’s hair solidly and held the blonde’s upper body down, and bunched her other fist to aim it at the inviting lower back of the big blonde.  Jen winced in anticipation as she could only wait for the impacts; Annette hammered her right fist down onto Jennie’s lower back, once, twice, three times, four times....the drum like sound echoing around the kitchen to the mirthful winces of the two women outside the room. Jennie’s flabby flesh reverberated with every thud, every knuckle bashing against flesh causing another wobble around Jen’s midriff, her belly wobbling downwards, shaking, her tits dangling and wobbling like jellies attached to a ceiling. After 4 hits, Annette stopped to mock jen’s cries. Small sobs came from her rival’s mouth, which gave Ann inspiration to thump Jennie another 5 times in exactly the same place. Annette stopped when her knuckles began to become numb. “You weak cow!” she mocked, snarling as she unbunched her fist, but with her lock on Jen’s hair still solid. The dark haired hellcat then whipped her left fist around, wrapping Jen’s hair around her fingers to increase the deadly hold on her enemy, and, with frightening speed, yanked the blonde’s head upwards until she was upright, her back flush against Ann’s luscious breasts.  Annette cried out with the sense of imminent victory “I’m gonna RUIN you, you fat bitch!” The brunette accompanied the war-cry with a swinging punch from her right fist, arcing her arm to connect her knuckles with the side of Jen’s face with a sickening ‘SMACK!’. Not satisfied with this, Annette then opened her right hand out, and, with breasts still squashed against Jen’s upper back, she grasped the blonde’s face, thumb into cheek, little finger into left side of nose, and 3 murderous middle fingernails digging cattily into her rivals eyes. Jen squeaked with agony and fear as the smaller woman scratched her nails into flesh, drilling her nails into Jen’s skin, marking the pale flesh below her eyes immediately with red track marks.  Jen’s squeal turned to a shrill howl as Ann’s knife like nails raked down Jen’s face drawing little traces of blood behind each claw, with the dark haired girl wrenching Jen’s head back further with her left fist as the nails of the right hand ruined the facial skin.  “I’m going to make you even UGLIER, you fucking LOSER!” taunted Annette, teeth bared at Jen’s right ear. But....Jennie’s hands were free to defend, and the blonde firebrand snapped her fists around Ann’s right wrist and held her rival’s fingers free from causing any further damage. She then used her left hand to constrict the brunette’s fingers, leaving the thumb exposed...and, with violent imagination, not to mention a wide open mouth, she gulped her enemy’s thumb in between her front teeth and clamped down....feeling Ann’s thumb in her mouth, her nail against her tongue, her thumb knuckle against her inner top lip, Jen savagely clenched her teeth together, then, gnawing, slicing,

chomping at the finger like a starving tigress, she attempted to take the finger off altogether with her teeth attack. Annette screamed a blood curdling yell, face towards the ceiling, as the watchers of this savage fight all expressed their shock with a unified “Oooohhhh!”.  Realising that she couldn’t sever the finger,  Jen unclamped and howled in premature victory. “See what I can doooooo, you FUCKING little cxnt!” she screamed, as Ann leapt back towards the door, frantically rubbing her bleeding thumb in her other hand as the blonde backed off towards the opposite corner of the room. The pair panted and trembled as they stared at each other from either corner of the room, like female prizefighters moments before the beginning of the last round.


The pair panted and trembled as they stared at each other from either corner of the room, like female prizefighters moments before the beginning of the last round. Gingerly, they stalked towards each other, each wanting to taste blood, but both now fearful of the others ability to maim. Russell held his spot in another corner, virtually on the brink of orgasm. “I’M a better woman than you’ll EVER be!” snarled Annette, taking small steps to the room’s centre, boobs shaking, calves rock hard, biceps trembling ready to pounce. “YOU’RE an ugly little SCUMBAG!” replied Jennie, even before Ann had stopped speaking. “Call those tits? You’re a fat flabby joke with shit boobs!” snapped Ann as the girls outside giggled childishly. “THOSE things of YOURS hang down so low you sweep the floor with them!” Jen said, although deep down she knew that Annette’s norks were fabulous. Ann lifted her arms high in the air, blood trickling from her nostril and her thumb, a vision of brutal, sexy, dangerous womanhood. Her tits were perfectly on show, dark diamond hard nipples prodding towards her enemy like loaded pistols. Jen mirrored the pose, and held her own arms aloft, her heavy jugs lifting slightly, her nipples staring back at her dark haired rival’s. Asses swaying gently, shoulders flexed, arms aloft and tits ready to attack, the women cautiously moved closer together...then...the war of words began again, tears trickling down their cheeks, bodies trembling with fury and fear. “Shit tits!” snapped Annette. “Jealous jugs!” barked Jennie. “My breasts will SMASH yours!” yelped Annette, as her boobs wobbled in agreement. “TRY it, go on, my girls will CRUSH yours!” replied a blonde proud of her womanhood. The woman accelerated quicky, arms still aloft, and launched together with a resounding ‘Splat!’ as breasts smacked against breast and generous belly slapped against womanly paunch. Their torsos bumped together and bounced each other backwards, causing the women’s bare feet to skid and slide on the cold floor for a second until they regained their balance and launched back at each other, arms still high,  boobs wobbling aggressively together like insane puppies in sacks being thrown together. Tit crashed against tit, nip speared nip, and belly thrust against belly. Jen’s additional weight was an asset now, and the 4 clashes each caused Annette to lose more ground until jen held the room’s centre and Ann’s ass collided with the cupboard by the door following the last 2 surges from Jen. Ann felt her belly being flattened by Jen’s on the last strike, and as she bumped her shoulder blades against the ceiling high cupboard, Jen lurched forward and, throwing her arms behind her with norks up front, she smashed her 40C tits against Ann’s 38D rack and held her against the white door, the women’s chins bumping together too as the ladies proudly held their heads high despite the medieval carnage of the contest both had opted to engage in. Ann bared her teeth, white and deadly, as the women’s chins firmly prodded at each other. Her next action was expected by the spectators, given Jen’s mouth assault

seconds earlier. “See these!” snapped Ann, referring to her teeth, snapping them together hard 3 times as Jen’s luscious breasts held hers trapped and squashed. Jen frowned in confusion for a split second. “They’ll rip your fucking FACE OFF!” Annette opened her mouth as wide as she could, showing Jen her throat, tongue, and roof of her mouth before slamming her teeth closed again...this time tilting her head sideways and trapping the end of Jen’s nose between her front incisors. Jen let out a blood curdling scream as her nose was trapped, held and squeezed by her nemesis’ teeth. As jen squealed, Ann began to saw her teeth together, as if trying to bisect an item of food. Like a wild animal, Ann tore her head left and right too, trying for all her worth to bite off the end of the blonde’s nose. Luckily for jen, the sweat and saliva on her nose caused Annette’s teeth to slide off, although the fact was that if Ann had got more nose in her mouth, she’d have bitten right through. Both women knew this, and consequently Ann leered forward with her mouth open, trying to reattach, while jen howled as she thrust her head backwards trying to stay out of biting distance but not wanting to allow the brunette’s norks to be released by her own. Finally though, jen had no choice but to retreat with an open mouthed Annette flying forward, blood between her teeth and in insane look in her wide open eyes. Jen glanced behind her and in retreat leapt backwards onto the working top to her rear. She leapt onto it, and lifted he feet up to defend against Ann. Jen held the working top edge with her fists, her back was against the wall, her ass on the working top, and her legs were coiled and cocked, bare soles aimed at an advancing Annette. Ann stopped in her tracks as she came within a few inches of jen’s battle-ready feet. “I’ll kick you to death if you don’t get back, you fucking piece of shit!” Jen shouted. Annette spat on the ground arrogantly, as a blood stained globule of saliva spurted onto the pale floor. “God, your blood tastes like poison, you fucking tramp!” snorted the brunette. She feigned an advance, claws high, but retreated again as Jen kicked out her right foot and made half-contact with her right cheek. “Bitch!” spat Ann. Another lunge forward and Jen’s cocked legs again struck, hitting Annette hard full on the nose, this time the left heel bashing against the gorgeous dark haired lady’s face. Jen appeared safe for while....although her legs were still sore from the earlier kicking battle, and her thighs were tired and heavy. Annette stepped back. Jennie panted “back off!” but her enemy wasn’t prepared to cease fire just yet. She made a scrambling grab for Jen’s legs, not to grab her ankles as expected, but a grab with both hands at the blonde’s jeans bottoms. As Jen thrashed her legs around, Annette sang “Noooooo you don’t!” and gained a strong grip on both leg bottoms, making a fists around the fabric and dragging furiously until Jen felt the cold of the working top on her bare ass as Ann tore the garment down, forward and away from Jen, yanking, pulling and tearing until....Jen sat in the same position but this time....in panties only. Annette could feel Russell’s excitement in the air as she began to mock, holding the jeans against her own legs and turning to her friends at the door, mocking thus... “Oooooh, what nice jeans! If only I was FATTER and had a bigger ARSE, i could pinch these and wear them for BEST!” the women outside giggled as Annette threw the jeans in a corner derisively. Jen still showed her heels to Ann. “You’ve still got to risk getting your face smashed in if you want to get closer!” snarled Jen. “Not really, i’ll just grab your ankles again and pull you off the fucking side!” said Ann calmly as she once again advanced with hands outstretched, blood red fingernails glinting in the bright light of the kitchen. A few moments of manic flapping and slapping mayhem ensued as the women went hands to feet as Annette tried and quickly succeeded in grabbing Jen’s

ankles. A couple of scratches on Jen’s legs and 3 broken fingernails later, Annette hauled with all her might and Jennie collided onto the floor with Annette seemingly invincible in a victorious pose above her, legs apart and arms folded. Russell tried to buy jen time to rise. “It’s only fair that you take your jeans off too!” he muttered hopefully. Within seconds, Annette peeled her own jeans off, and, muttering “Why stop there, honey?” also stripped off her own panties. She turned to Russell and purred “You OK with this then, babe?” Russell gurgled his agreement as Jen tore off her panties and stood up behind Annette for the final part of this vicious, frightful, savage encounter. Annette turned and smirked as the women stood together for the last time.  Annette smirked through bloodied lips as she sized up Jennie for the last time, looking her up and down, from face, down to feet, then finally fixing her gaze on the taller blonde’s breasts. Jennie also looked up and down, slowly letting her gaze violate Annette, her eyes too falling finally on her rivals boobs. “It’s all about our girls, isn’t it?” smiled Ann. “Aaaaaalllllllllll about who’s got the best breasts! You’ve always been jealous of these!” With this she cupped her hands under her tits and squeezed them up, offering them out to her rivals breasts, gently touching 2 nipples to 2 nipples and rubbing side to side leftright-leftright-leftright. “I’m afraid you’ve got short person syndrome!” snapped Jennie in reply. “typical stroppy shortarse, always trying to prove yourself...well you’ll fail, and it’ll be a painful failure!” jen arched her back and lifted her boobs up too, weighing them with her palms, holding her womanhood out to touch the dark haired woman’s chest. “And it’s not just about tits, no...it’s also about weight, fitness and strength...and looks of course!” underpinning the keywords, Jennie made several gestures as certain words were spoken, the ‘weight, fitness and strength’ comments were emphasised with the blonde squeezing her enemy in certain body places, firstly a solid right-handed squeeze on Annette’s side, pinching the flab on the shorter woman’s left hip. Annette snorted air into her nostrils aggressively. Secondly Jen squeezed her hated rival’s left boob, indicating that her heart maybe would not be in the fight if it got too extreme, and finally the blonde, while still holding Annette’s tit, used her left hand to squeeze the right bicep of her face to face catrival, feeling the solid mature womanly bicep which had, and would, cause so much damage to her body and face.  Ann shook her head. “You keep touching me up, you fucking fat slag.  I’ll just grab one part of you for the next 5 minutes, sweetie.....your HAIR!” Annette SMACKED her hands around the head of the blonde and made two instant fists into Jennie’s blonde tresses, immediately wrenching left and right as Jen squeaked and squinted while she too slapped her hands onto Annette’s head and mirrored the move, grabbing then wrenching and tugging the dark hair of her hated deadly rival. Jen dragged Ann’s head down as Annette did the same, the two women now becoming one as they fought to wrestle the other to the floor by virtue of hairpulling alone. Thoughts of punches, kicks, scratching and spitting were temporarily forgotten as the women seemed intent on tearing hair out by it’s roots. Slight ripping sounds could be heard, as strands of hair were torn and ripped, the sounds harmonised into melody with the accompaniment of the shuffling of bare feet, sweating, shuffling and sliding on the cold, hard floor. Panting finished the symphony, the heavy breathing of two frightened but furious hellbitches bent on destroying the other.  Russell was close to orgasm, and, as he saw the women in mid battle, he couldn’t help but to reach out and touch this vision of erotic brutality. As the women’s heads were clamped together, forehead to forehead, mutually stuck together by brutal feminine fists, their backs were bent forward, their legs snaking around absurdly,

their hips swaying, their biceps and triceps flexing, their shoulders trembling, and of course, their breasts were dangling and swaying. Freely wobbling like jellies, they swung, left right, back and forth, each one of the four taking it’s own trajectory, violently and erotically swinging under their own weight. Russell couldn’t resist, he stood close to the fighting women and, reaching down with both hands, let his right palm take the weight of Annette’s left breast and his left palm take the weight of Jennie’s right nork. Lifting both up gently, as if he was gentlemanly offering support, he felt one breast each of these furious women and compared the two, feeling the weight, the warmth, the size of each glorious boob. A snarling Annette wasn’t bothered in the slightest. “You....can......feel.....both.....whenivedone......with......thisfuckinBITCH!” she panted as she applied even more force on Jennie’s hair, now wrenching her left and right fists back and forth alternately, pulling with one hand when pushing with the other, then swopping direction and doing the opposite, causing Jen’s head to shake ridiculously. Jen also felt the weight of her breast get taken up by her husband. “I know...you love this.......i’m doing it.....for you.....and i’ll......KILLHERFORYOU!!!!!!!!”  she squealed manically, as strands of blonde hair began to cascade onto the floor around her bare feet. Russell wasn’t so sure that Jennie could even win, let alone be capable of terminating the dark haired she-animal who seemed to be torturing his wife incessantly.  He stood back and watched as the women slowly, deliberately, as if it was a choreographed move, rotate in a tortuous route, as Jennie moved her body and head anti-clockwise, so Annette moved her upper body the opposite way, still attached to each other. The women slowly kept moving until their breasts all faced Russell and their faces gazed towards the same wall. Keeping on moving, the women continued to rotate until their shoulderblades met, the backs of their heads touched, and their necks were agonisingly arched backwards, their faces now gazing at the ceiling. Biceps strained and fingers burned as the ladies resembled fighting dogs, each determined to kill the other. More hair littered the floor, some dark hair too, as the women’s grotesquely arched bodies together formed a bridge that Russell could easily stoop and walk under. Almost silent squealing could be heard as Jen’s left ear squeezed solidly against Ann’s left. Their arms were now tangled, their feet firmly planted on the floor, their breasts now proudly facing in opposite directions. Again, Russell couldn’t help but to grab breasts...Jennie’s left tit and Annette’s right were cupped and squeezed lovingly as the moment was burned indelibly into Russell’s memory.  He backed off and watched this glorious sight before it ended with both women turning again, back around another 180 degrees until they ended back where they were, facing the floor with hands buried into hair. Then the punches started. Jennie released with her right hand and began throwing furious uppercuts, smashing her knuckles into Annette’s chin and nose. Squeals and smacks were heard for a few seconds until Ann too released, and threw wild uprising punches of her own, connecting solidly with Jennie’s eyes and cheeks. At least 10 punches each hit home, each thudding blow causing all four jugs to wobble insanely... and, as the women retreated and stood upright, panting, arms loose by their sides, they saw the damage each had done on the other....Jennie’s eyes were closing fast, her cheeks both cut by the fury and savagery of the smacks landed by Annette. Annette’s nose now freely flooded blood from both nostrils, dripping onto the floor from her lips and chin. Her still gorgeous lips were swollen and split and her cheeks were reddened by the punches of the powerful blonde. Jennie made a move which surprised Russell and disappointed the girls outside. As her fear grew for her own safety, she offered her right

hand out at her rival, pointing her fingers rigidly out like a loaded gun at Annette’s lush belly. “This is fucking stupid, lets call it quits and leave it!” Annette was ecstatic at the gesture, but in a way which Jennie would not appreciate in the slightest. “Oh, you want to shake hands? Fine, darling, let’s shake!” She held out her powerful hand and snaked her fingers around Jennie’s as the two women grasped each other’s palm heavily. Annette squeezed. Hard. Harder. HARDEST. Jennie winced and squeezed back, then used her other hand to squeeze too, causing Annette also to use two hands. They constricted their 20 fingers together and tore at each other, trying to squash hands first, then attempting to attack single fingers. Jennie, more through luck than judgement, managed to get a firm right fist around Annette’s little finger of her right hand. She pulled back, took two steps in retreat, and WRENCHED her fist violently to the right. The snap could be heard almost outside. Annette released a blood curdling scream and clamped her eyes shut as she leapt back two steps until her back collided with the sink unit behind her. “OOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!” she yelled as Jennie panted in victory, screaming “You had your chance, it could’ve been a fucking draw!” Then, cruelly, she screamed “Nice broken finger, BITCH!!!!” Annette was now uncontrollable. She screamed ‘ILLKILLYEWWWWWWWWWWW!’ and launched herself forwards, hurling her arms around Jen’s hips,  charging Jennie backwards as she lifted the big blonde off her feet, screaming madly as Jennie hurled her arms around Ann’s head, forcing the brunette’s face deep into the lush warmth of her big tits. Annette summoned up all the strength in her body to lift Jen up, intending to drop her as painfully as possible, but the fact that Jennie clamped Ann’s head so solidly meant that the two women crashed to the floor together, side by side, on their hips. Jennie kicked out with her feet like a fighting cat, scratching and scraping her sharp toenails against Annette’s legs. Ann gurgled and muffled out obsceneties under the gagging of Jennie’s cleavage. Annette made the obvious move and sunk her teeth into the milky white titflesh of jennie’s left breast, while Jennie clamped her hands around Ann’s cheeks and bored her thumbnails into Annette’s eyes, scraping the eyelids open and causing both women to scream in agony in a dual symphony of banshee howling. Both ladies began to kick out more and more wildly, like tigers locked together. The kicks caused huge damage to both girls, as shins, ankles, feet and thighs were battered and hammered mercilessly. Jen’s claw attack ceased, as did Ann’s teeth  offensive, as the ladies concentrated on kicking the shit out of each other.  Smacking with heels, jabbing with toes and scraping with toenails was the priority for both as they arched their backs in pain, occasionally closing their eyes, grunting and panting, still lying on their sides as they kicked...and kicked...and kicked.  After a few minutes, they pulled away from each other. Jennie attempted to stand but couldn’t, the damage to her legs so severe that she crumpled onto her knees as she tried to stand. Annette cackled in glee and waved her right forefinger left and right as if she was chastising a child, the smile on her face soon melting into an anxious frown when she too tried to rise to her feet but tumbled sideways, her right ankle giving way due to the damage caused by the sustained kickfight the women had engaged in so mercilessly. The women outside were now holding their cheeks, worried for the safety, if not the life, of the two exhausted and damaged combatants.
Surely now the women would cease their battle...but it was too far gone, they were too wild and thirsty for revenge to stop and think about anything other than mutilating their enemy to the maximum levels.  Jennie was on her hands and knees and advancing

towards Annette.  Swiping a claw towards her dark haired nemesis, she blocked out the agonising pain from her battered body.  Annette shuffled her body forward too, all of her weight on her knees and palms as she too advanced. She collected a mouthful of spit and blasted it into Jennie’s face.  Both women advanced until their faces were inches apart, then, like fighting animals, snapped their teeth in each others faces in an unspoken threat to maim.  Snapping and snarling, they alternately bit at each others features, just quick snaps, lightning fast attacks, biting quickly then bringing their faces back to safety.  Jennie snapped at Annette’s left cheek and the tip of her nose. Ann replied by biting onto Jennie’s top lip, pulling it hard before releasing.  She also clamped momentarily onto the bottom lip too, before squealing as Jen snapped onto her right eyebrow. Annette, inspired by this, bit Jen’s eyebrows too, first the left then the right, then squeaking as Jennie clamped quickly on and off her nose yet again.  “Fucking fat cxnt!” she squealed as Jennie yelped in retaliation “Little bitch!” the women were exhausted now, and sweat glistened on their shoulder blades, their backs and their asses as Russell  looked down on the avenging ladies from his birds-eye view perspective.  The women watching from the door of the kitchen area had left by now, sickened by the brutality of the fight. But Jennie and Annette continued to attack each other like drugged pit bulls. Jennie was the first to lift her upper body up, hands aloft, fingers fanned out in a challenge, breasts juicily wobbling at the woman before her.  Annette mirrored the move, sadistic smile on her face. Another chance to prove her greater strength, she thought....they interlocked fingers and began to writhe their wrists, trying once more to break each others will, not to mention their bones. Suddenly, Jennie flicked her head back as far as it would go and SMASHED her forehead against Ann’s. Both ladies immediately wobbled in their stunned state, before a shocked Annette also brought her head back and smashed even harder into Jennie, although this time the point of contact for them was the bridge of their noses. Nose against nose,  their heads crashed and rebounded back as their upper lips both became splattered with their own and each others blood from the instant breakage of their noses. Tears flooded along with the chilling screech of pain from both women.  They unlocked fingers, and once again exchanged threats, blood spraying from mouths as they screamed in hideous distorted nasal voices. “YOUFUCKINGFATCOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!” screamed Ann as Jen simultaneously yelled “I’LLRIPYOURFUCKINGFACEOFFFFFFFFFF!”


“YOUFUCKINGFATCOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!” screamed Ann as Jen simultaneously yelled “I’LLRIPYOURFUCKINGFACEOFFFFFFFFFF!” Jennie slapped both palms onto Annette’s cheeks and bored, dug, scraped and tore all her nails into her enemy’s cheeks, eyes, lips and shattered nose. Ann grabbed at Jennie’s neck, winding her strong, large feminine fingers around the blonde’s throat and squeezing her thumbnails into the front of the neck, causing Jennie’s tongue to loll out of her mouth and her eyes to bulge. Slowly, they pulled each other sideways, both women moving to their right, all the time gurgling in agony and squeaking threats to each other. Eventually, they fell to their sides, still attached, still locked on to throat and face, but now seeing each other upside down as they rolled into a position where Jennie was lying on her back flat out, and Annette was lying face down, her tits squashing against the floor, belly and thighs stickily lying on the cold hard floor, but her face inches from Jennies face. Both knew that if Annette shuffled forward, a brutal sixty-nine was more than probable.  Annette looked up through fast

closing eyes and saw her outstretched rival’s tits, belly, hips and legs, and saw a tempting target. She lunged forward, upwards too, and flopped her upper body weight onto Jen’s. Her 36D breasts flopped downwards onto Jen’s face, as Ann clenched her chest muscles and forced her left and right tit inwards to suffocate Jennie.  Moving forward even more, Jen was relieved prematurely of the tit attack, as Annette flopped up and forward again, this time bouncing her boobs on top of Jennie’s 40C orbs. The four mountainous, glorious orbs of womanhood shuddered as they clashed and squashed, shuddering and shimmering as they wobbled together in furious crazy competition. Jennie had Annette’s belly touching parts of her face as the lush stomach tickled and stroked the blonde’s nose, forehead and chin. Annette sneered in disgust as she looked down upon Jennie’s full tummy. Tiring now of bite attacks, she was too fatigued to clamp her mouth around Jen’s midriff, although if it had been earlier in the fight, Jennie would no doubt have had her tummy chomped at mercilessly. Instead, Annette shuffled even further forward, her breasts leaving Jen’s, so now the women were making more contact points with each other, the weight of Ann was heavier on Jennie, as Annette’s knees scraped along the floor to push her body weight further up Jen’s torso. Annette could now see Jennie’s mound come into view, blonde wiry hair tousled at the bottom of her belly. A smirk crossed Annette’s lips as her options began to grow as to what damage she could cause to the big blonde next. Jennie, meanwhile, looking up in horrific anger at the moving brunette above her face, could see the powerfully set 39 year old hellbitch shuffling upwards until she too could see the pubic mound come into view, as belly flesh stroked her face and slid down and over her chin to be replaced by the familiar aroma of a woman’s crotch.  “This is what a REAL woman taste’s like, you blonde sow!” snapped Ann as she let the weight of her hips bear down on Jennie, her thighs now each side of Jen’s cheeks, her legs parted, her pussy lips positioning to open around Jennie’s face. Jen snarled a throaty reply “Give me your crotch, and you can have mine TOO, you fucking flabby pig!” The blonde lifted her thighs up, planted her feet flat on the floor, and slowly clamped her upper legs around Annette’s head, squeezing not too hard, but solidly enough to engage Ann’s mouth around the blonde’s wiry cxnt hair. Jen also wrapped her strong arms around Annette’s waist, a lover’s embrace constricting her deadly enemy and clamping her torso to her own, arms around waist, outstretched fingers flush against female lower back. Annette gagged and spluttered as she felt the tickling of blonde pubic hair between her lips and teeth, as Jennie too squinted with a disgusted choke at the feeling of the wiry bush of Annette rubbing and scratching her cheeks, outer lips and finally tongue as she gasped her mouth open for air, only to feel more hair around her teeth and inner lips. Jennie rubber her palms around Annette’s back, making a few weak rabbit punches against her enemy, before sliding her palms towards the brunette’s bottom.  Annette’s gorgeous ass was finally found by Jennie’s strong hands, and Jen clenched hard, squeezing her talons into her foe’s backside, fingernails digging into creamy white buttocks, Jennie’s fingertips probing further towards the crack of Ann’s ass. Jennie’s husband gasped in delight as he saw his wife’s fingertips slide from view as they slid into Annette’s ass cleavage, holding there for a second as Annette’s eyes widened at the sensuous feeling of this attack, before making a move that shocked Russell almost as much as it shocked the dark haired catfighter. Jennie pulled the ass cheeks of her rival outwards, then re-attached her finger hold, further in this time, so far in fact that Annette squealed with the unfamiliar pain of a finger entering her ass. “I’ll rip your insides out,

you filthy whore!” Squealed Jen, as Annette smacked her widened fingers against Jen’s lush hips and squeezed in shock. “Oooh, you dirty little WITCH! I’ll suck your fucking CLIT off!” With this, Annette darted her tongue straight forward and into Jennie’s vagina, flicked the erect tongue around briefly to find Jennie’s love switch, and when she did, she sucked it inwards brutally, pursing her lips around the clit and sucking on it with the force of an industrial vacuum cleaner. Jennie was terrified. If the brunette decided to shut her teeth strongly, she could easily bite the blonde’s clit clean off. Instead, Ann sucked even harder, causing intense pain...intense pain....but also, a deep, erotic, nerve shuddering feeling of sexual bursting ecstasy.  Jennie wiggled her index finger around Annette’s ass, causing an equally sexual charge through the dark haired girl’s entire frame. The women began to shudder uncontrollably, snarling as they took the fight on to a completely different level as previously seen.  As Jen probed her finger around, holding the hips of her hated enemy flush against her, she rolled over, taking Annette with her. Both ladies rolled over and over as one, all the way across the floor until they bumped solidly against the full length cupboard near the doorway.  Leaving bloodstains on the floor, they mumbled, moaned and salivated as they began to magnify their movements to each other’s sexual areas, now attempting to ensure that the other woman’s orgasm occurred first.  As the bundle of womanhood trembled and writhed on the floor, Annette pulled her mouth away from Jennie’s crotch and arched her back exaggeratedly, appearing to Russell as if she’d climaxed;  but she managed to hold on, and, eyes clamped shut, teeth bared, swollen lips pouted, she frantically thrashed her entire body around so she faced Jennie, who was still below her. Lying flat on top of the blonde, Annette hugged her, snaking her arms around Jennie’s shoulders.


...It was now that the verbal insults began to flow again, from both ladies. “So what’s it like to be at the bottom, Jenneeeeee!” hissed Annette, playfully. “Enjoying watching a REAL woman in action? Especially from such close range?”...Jennie snapped her teeth together sharply, making a noise like two china cups banging together. “You won’t be on top forever, you silly cow!” the blonde hissed..“...and you don’t look too healthy, you’re bleeding all over me like a woman with her life flowing away from her!” she continued cruelly. “Oh, i think i’ve got FULL control of this little, erm....situation!” carried on Annette. “I’ve got you.......” (Ann’s voice tailed off into a seductive, sexy whisper) “.....JUST where i want you!”. The brunette licked her lips slowly and deliberately, like a vampire in the final scene of a gothic horror movie.  Jennie was breathing heavily now, feeling fatigued under the weight of her enemy. She also felt a perverse calm feeling of tentative safety, as she knew that while Ann was talking, she wasn’t ripping her limb from limb or pummelling her ravaged body anymore . Ann too felt comfortable in this position. She was reluctant to move, she was exhausted, and her breathing too was strained, but while Jennie breathed heavily, deeply, deliberately, Annette breathed in fast, rapid panting short bursts, her lungs feeling as if they were now a quarter of the capacity that they had an hour ago. She wished she was fitter, she wished she didn’t smoke...if she was in better condition, maybe this brutal, ridiculous, savage scrap would have possibly lasted for a shorter time. Maybe Jennie would have been finished off far more quickly and efficiently, the dark haired beauty pondered. She couldn’t ponder for long. Jennie began to thrust her head left-right-left-right, her eyes clamped shut, her teeth grating and grinding, squeaks and squeals emitting from her blood-red lips. The blonde bumped her

fists into Annette’s sides weakly, her bruised and cut knuckles nowhere near the thudding force they were a short time ago. But Annette’s battered body still ached from these new punches, her generously padded sides trembling at the bumps, bangs and thumps from the blonde’s clenched fists. Annette continued her verbal attack. “You pathetic weak little pig!” she muttered. “Is that ALL you can do?”

 Annette unwound her arms from Jennie’s back and placed her outstretched palms onto Jen’s prone shoulders, wrapping her powerful fingers around Jen’s pale skin, squeezing her fingernails into Jennie’s shoulder muscles. Ann pushed herself up as if performing press-ups in a gym, and held herself above Jennie, her breasts hanging heavily down to lightly stroke the rival boobs of the blonde. Annette’s dark nipples, still impressively erect, tickled Jennies hard pale nipple buds as if the nipples were all engaging in an exclusive battle of their own, two against two, beautiful sexy representatives of their mistresses, at war to destroy the others, flicking and thrusting at each other tantalisingly. Russell was almost drooling as he saw this spectacle, although this time he resisted the urge to reach out and grab the flesh of these two gorgeous bitchcats. Annette wobbled her upper body playfully, flicking her nipples against Jennies, as Jen spat up towards the dark haired woman. “Whooo, that REALLY hurts, you’re SO vicious! God, you are so fucking PATHETIC!” Jennie darted her hands up towards the base of Ann’s tits and hammered the heels of her palms upwards, thrusting Annette’s norks up towards the brunette’s neck. Annette failed to keep her balance and she rolled sideways just enough to give Jennie the chance to roll in the opposite direction. The women were apart yet again, and as Jennie scrambled to her feet quickly, her older rival coiled herself ready for her final attack!

An instant before the final surge towards each other, both women felt confident of beating the other up...both were bleeding from numerous points of the body, both were moving slowly, and both were numb enough to feel that they could withstand a considerable degree of punishment from the other. However, Annette was favourite in Russell’s eyes, she looked sharper, her muscles were more solid, her posture more balanced, the gleam in her eyes was brighter and she just seemed to have an extra spark of carnal brutal sadistic violence that Jennie seemed to lack slightly. Maybe all of that didn’t mean for anything though, as the women cautiously lurched towards each other like drunken cavewomen fighting for their lives in a bygone era. Their hands outstretched, they used their fingers, clawlike and rigid, to attack the most precious assets of their respective rival’s.....the targets for both ladies was breasts....and face. Slaps, strikes, punches, and slashes were aimed at the tits and cheeks of the other woman, as both sought to ruin the attractiveness of the other. Alternately, boobs were bumped, slit and battered, and cheeks were slices by claws, thudded by fists and poked spitefully by erect fingers. As the girls stood toe to toe, the panting got heavier and faster, until Jennie, in fear for her very life, shoved a slightly advancing Annette back with a huge two-palmed shove to the ripe breasts of her foe. “FUCKINBITCH!” shouted the blonde, as Ann merely barked a triumphant “HA!” back into the face of the younger woman. Annette moved in for what she thought would be the kill. She held her hands close together, as if she were attempting to catch a tennis ball thrown at high velocity, and, with alarming accuracy, clamped all 10 fingers around Jennie’s right tit. Attaching with a vice like ferocity, Annette leant back, and, simultaneously, swung her entire upper body

around as if she was spinning a country-dancing partner around in a 360 degree curve. Gripping Jennie’s tortured tit ferociously, Annette spun Jen around once...twice....the centrifugal force throwing both ladies backwards, until Annette let go of Jennie’s screaming boob and let the 38 year old bigger blonde clatter backwards onto to the door of the full length cupboard in the corner of the room. Annette slapped her hands together in a sarcastic “my work is done” gesture. Jennie’s fury was terrible, but ineffective, as Ann was now ready for anything. With a carnal “YYYEEEAARRGGGHHH!!!!!!” Jennie sprinted towards Annette like a 100 metre Olympian....but got stopped in her tracks by Annette’s killer move.....a thudding, perfectly timed, horrifically sounding forward right footed kick right into the centre of the crotch, instep smacking into pussy with a truly sickening “SPLAT!”

Jennie was, and is, a very proud individual, and her dignity and determination prevented her from crumbling at this vicious move...she buckled at the knees, her bottom lip trembled with an overbearing feeling of fear and distress, but she still stood, face to face with the smirking, scowling figure before her. Annette’s body language was in total contrast, she stood, feet slightly apart, hands clenched into fists, fists now resting on her hips in a dominant pose. “I’d say it’s about all over for you, don’t you agree darling?” Annette gleefully purred before tossing her head back, flicking her lush dark hair behind her with a supermodel-style wave . Jennie fought back the tears and sobs and grimly attempted to bring some balance back into this now one sided encounter. “You just stand there laughing while i shut your ugly trap for good!” the blonde spat, before arcing her right fist and slamming her knuckles into Ann’s left cheekbone with a sharp ‘SMACK’ sound. The punch was ineffective. “DON’T do that!” the brunette remonstrated. Another right handed smack of knuckles onto cheekbone came. “i said, DON’T do THAT!” Annette darted forward and grasped Jennie’s hair with both fists, left fist behind Jennie’s head, clutching the rear of the blonde’s mane. Annette’s right hand grasped the front of Jen’s hair, collecting the entire fringe in a vicious, white knuckled death-grip. Annette snarled through spit-covered teeth as she flexed every muscle in her left arm, pulling the back of Jen’s hair rearwards with intense force, while simultaneously stretching her right arm’s muscles, pulling Jennie’s fringe forward. The opposing forces of this terribly cruel hairpull move had to give, and soon. A shrill ripping sound was heard by Russell, now standing grimacing at the sadistic spectacle, as Annette’s left hand shot back away from Jen’s head.....At first, he thought the sweat on the dark haired girl’s hands had saved Jennie and slid away from her hair, but the ripping, tearing sound made him realise straight away that Annette had torn an entire handful of hair from the tortured blonde’s scalp. Jennie’s tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she squeaked in anguish and agony. She threw her arms around Annette’s shoulders for support as she felt herself go faint and slightly limp. Annette still stood erect like a dominant goddess, shaking her head in mock shock. She stretched her left hand  out to the side and rubbed her fingertips together, flicking off the strands of hair from her fingers. “Ooooh, i seem to have some kind of bird’s nest in my fingers, i need a good bath now, i reckon! Have you finished yet, bitch? Why don’t you just go and bleed somewhere else? “

Jennie supported herself, still, by continuing to rest her biceps around Annette’s shoulders. Russell could see the action from directly behind Ann, he saw her firm, lightly

tanned rear-claves and thighs, her hard ass, her shapely back and her strong shoulders, and topping off this vision of loveliness was his own wife’s once powerful arms tossed over the brunette’s shoulders like rucksack straps. Annette still taunted Jennie, tutting, cursing, bullying....Jennie began to slide slowly down Ann’s front, her mouth coming closer to the 38D rack of the older girl. Annette purred, leaned down slightly and kissed Jennie once on her left cheek, in a cruel gesture of sarcastic mock motherliness. She followed with a full but quick lips-to-lips kiss. Then, upright again, she stated “I really think you should pick on someone more suitable for your abilities next time, honey, maybe someone 6 inches shorter, or 20 years olderrrRRRRRAAAAARGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The speech came to a shrieking, screaming conclusion as Jennie, with one last throw of the dice, bit hard onto Ann’s right nipple, this time though not with her front teeth....Jennie forced the nipple into the side of her mouth and chomped down using her more powerful side teeth, like a child clamping onto a candy bar, first gnashing hard, then sawing side to side with nightmarish desire to maim. The brunette threw her head back now....Jennie growled like a rabid wildcat. The move didn’t last long. Jennie’s teeth soon met, and she felt the sickening feeling of something loose in her mouth. She stood upright and gagged quietly before spitting the detached nipple straight into the face of her hated rival.

Annette frantically rubbed her right palm against her screaming breast and felt the alien feeling of her maimed tit. She charged at Jennie, fists flying, and hammered the blonde once, twice, three times, four times, five times, all smacking, thumping punches against the cheeks of the big girl. Jennie ran backwards at first, then, as Annette slowed down, she began to tread backwards, retreating as Annette advanced, the blonde’s backwards steps being tracked and copied by the forward steps of Annette. “I’m going to fucking kill you!” Ann almost sang, shaking her head in disbelief at the latest development of the fight. Jennie walked backwards some more, until she glanced sideways at the plates and cups on the sink draining area. She frantically grabbed a plate, and held it high over her head. “Stay back, you mad bitch!” Jennie warned. Annette kicked out again, smacking her bare foot into the side of Jennie’s upper left thigh. Jen swung the plate once and missed, then again , this time cracking against the side of Annette’s forehead. Annette staggered sideways, moving away from the blonde, as Jennie attacked again, this time breaking the heavy china plate against Annette, shards of white pottery flying around the battleground once known as the kitchen. Jennie saw her chance and shot her hands out, wrapping her fingers around Annette’s throat and shoving her entire body against the smaller dark haired girl. Jennie dug her thumbs so far onto Annette’s windpipe, her nails disappeared. “Give up! GIVEUP, you SLAG, or i’ll RIP YOUR THROAAAAAAAAAT out!” Annette felt the darkness of unconsciousness curtain down on her, as her airway became totally cut off. “GET off me YOUUUUUUCOWWWWWWWW!”.  Jen continued. “GIVE UP!”. Annette had no choice, the 39 year old siren had no choice whatsoever. “Ok, ok, ok, OKAYYYYYYYYYY.....YOU WIN!” she screamed, as Jennie opened her eyes wide with excitement and shock, jumping back then jumping into the air, with a triumphant “YESSSSSSSSSSSS!” Russell muttered a shocked but excited “whoa!” at the sight of his wife’s victory. Annette, meanwhile, leapt towards Jen, swinging wildly with claws outstretched. She never made contact, as Russell leapt between the women and grabbed Annette by the wrists. “Hey, it’s over, it’s OVER! You

quit, SHE won!” Annette thrust, thrashed and hurled her limbs around, screaming and spitting at a trembling but triumphant Jennie. Russell held on though, struggling , writhing, but successfully restraining the murderous dark haired devilbitch. Jennie smirked calmly. She sashayed to the corner of the room, where the clean laundry was, and, with feminine slinky, catlike moves, slipped on a towelling bathrobe, tying the knot on the gown’s belt with deliberate slowness. She blew a kiss to the still insanely driven woman in the opposite corner of the room. “I’ve enjoyed tonight, we must do it again sometime.....maybe after you’ve taken some self defence lessons?” Annette screamed an earsplitting banshee wail in Russell’s ear. Jennie continued, swaying towards the door. Oh, and don’t bleed over my husband, or i’ll bill you for his soap costs!” The blonde threw the door open and walked out , head held high, only turning back to shoot an erect middle finger up towards the older girl. “Useless Bitch!” she snapped as the door closed behind her.

Jennie wandered slowly down the corridor, shafts of electric light streaming through the doors thin glass windows behind her. As she walked through the dark passageway, she pondered the fight, and it’s repercussions on her future life. “Now let me think, there’s quite a few other bitches i’d LOVE to get tit to tit with.....which one shall i choose first? “ she thought. There certainly was one or two who she really wanted to get her claws into......

“Now what the hell is that husband of mine doing now?” she whispered to herself as the lights in the kitchen continued to stream silently out of the door glass into the dark corridor......!

THE END! Hope you all liked this, there are more opponents for Jennie if you’re interested!)