Title "NASTY NEIGHBOURS"


JULIE :“Don’t you ever speak to my son like that again!”
MONICA: “Or what, bitch?”
JULIE :“Or else I’ll come over there and shut your big black mouth for you
bitch!”
MONICA :“Nuthin’ stopping you whitey, get your fat ass over here and let’s
do it!”
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JULIE – 33 years old, 5’5” tall, 130lb heavy, 36D breasts, long dark hair,
white inhabitant of number 23 Albany Crescent.
MONICA – 39 years old, 5’6”, 145lb heavy, 36DD breasts, short dark hair,
black inhabitant of number 25 Albany Crescent.
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These two stubborn, bitchy neighbours had been feuding off and on for two
years and it was about to explode into a knock out, drag down, hair pulling,
fist flying, name calling, face scratching catfight. And for one of them it was
going to mean the ultimate in public humiliation.
They had never liked each other ever since Monica moved in. Julie was a
borderline racist bitch, Monica was well over the borderline haughty bitch- not a
good combination. They clashed verbally over things normal folks would just
laugh off and get on with life about but not these two, they each had to be
right and each had to get the last word in, the moral high ground if you
will.
Of course in stomping through her own yard and then entering Monica’s and
marching up the side of the house to where she left her nemesis, Julie could
have calmed down a little. She had the opportunity. But the truth was she did
not want to calm down, she wanted to remain as angry and incensed as when her
son had informed her of how their neighbour had scolded him for swearing in
the back yard just before he headed back to school. She had wanted the
opportunity to confront Monica properly for some time now and this was just the
reason, she was determined to sort the black cow out once and for all and show
her who was the better woman.
Monica stood in her back yard awaiting Julie, listening to her thunderous
approaches and smiled to herself. She too wanted to sort their feud out
physically and was more than happy for the sanctimonious white bitch to come to her
to settle this. Julie followed the path to the side of her neighbour’s house
and was quickly in the back yard and they were face to face, their mutual
hatred towards each other producing a thick, intense atmosphere. It was a hot,
sticky, sultry late August afternoon and neither woman was wearing all that
much. Actually Julie, the younger of the two was the more conservatively
dressed in a loose baggy T-shirt, with a black bikini top underneath and a pair of
loose knee length shorts and sandals. Monica’s gravity defying breasts were
inside a straining white string bikini top and she only wore the match bottoms
down below. The brilliant white colour of her bikini clashed jarringly with
her dark, shiny ivory skin.
“Well white girl, you’re here, what you going to do about it?”
Monica spoke the words ‘white’ and ‘girl’ deliberately and will venom and
got exactly the response she had intended.
Julie took the bait hook, line and sinker.
“Fuck off you dirty old nigger, I’ll wipe that smug look right off your
face!”
Julie didn’t even see Monica move her hand, the first she knew was when her
big black palm connected solidly with Julie’s left cheek. Monica was a
deceptively strong woman and the slap was delivered full force, her whole weight
behind it. The blow staggered and stunned Julie and she visibly crumpled and
only just managed to keep her feet, when she looked up it was with a mixture of
surprise and hatred in her eyes.
"Why you fucking nig…"
Her protest was cut short by a second slap, this one as hard or harder than
the first and it was too much for the white woman to take and this time it
forced her down to her knees. Julie felt at her cheek and it was numb with
stinging pain and was also a bright red colour, she would soon have a beauty of a
bruise there too. Enraged beyond rational thought now Julie swung up and
dived at her foe, catching Monica off balance and tackling her to the grass.
However, as she kept a mount position over Monica and attempted to throw some
slaps and punches of her own Julie’s loose T-shirt fell down over her face and
got totally in her way and as she struggled to adjust it she got a sharp
rabbit punch right to her kidney. As she gasped at that and tried to get out of
range Monica grabbed a hold of the shirt and held it in place over Julie’s
face and smashed another punch into Julie’s exposed breasts and then a third
punch that crunched right into where Julie’s head was behind the shirt. Finally
Julie managed to pull away but the shirt stayed clutched in Monica’s grasp
and Julie stumbled topless and slumped on her front on the grass, dazed and
wondering if she had bitten off more than she could chew.
Julie was hurt and cursed herself for not taking the fight on under her own
terms, all she wanted right then was to get away from Monica and re-gather
her strength, this wasn’t over by a long chalk to her. But, as Julie crawled
away from her, it was simplicity itself for Monica to follow and prod and kick
at her with her feet (albeit this was ineffective enough as she was wearing
just sandals) but she smiled as she saw where Julie was heading. Julie only
realised she was at her neighbours back door when she came to the stone step
that led up to the sliding French doors that led into their kitchen. She tried
to divert but couldn’t as Monica grabbed her hair and lifted her head up and
through the gap and very nastily slid the door shut viciously on Julie’s
head!
Monica had a mean streak a mile wide and thought nothing of drawing the door
along and slamming it back into the side of Julie’s unprotected head a
further two times until, when she realised the door was shaking with each blow she
desisted, not wanting to damage her door. The white bitch was done anyhow,
she thought as Julie flopped forward on Monica’s tiled kitchen floor. But that
mean streak was still there and spying her kitchen scissors hanging up she
had the most vindictive idea of what to do next. She sat her full weight on
Julie’s back, slamming the wind from her as she dropped down and took the
scissors and began to hack away at the Julie’s long, black hair as it hung down
her back. In her dazed state it took a few moments for the white woman to
realise what was happening and by that time Monica had hacked off the back of her
hair right up to her neck and was merrily snipping at the sides and top!
By the time Julie had forced herself up and shook Monica off her Monica was
in fits of laughter and Julie’s usually perfect long, black hair was in a
complete mess and half of it was lying on Monica’s kitchen floor.
"You bitch! I’ll fucking kill you for that!" spat Julie besides herself with
rage even as some of her hair came loose and fluttered past her face.
But this time, unlike before, Julie did not charge in. She had learned the
hard way that Monica was too heavy and powerful to beat like that (plus she
was still holding those scissors rather menacingly). Instead Julie hauled
herself to her feet and grabbed a ceramic mug off the counter and threw it at her
opponent. Monica dodged it but was livid when it shattered upon impact and
put her scissors down to come forward and restrain her infuriated neighbour.
All she got for her troubles was another mug hurled at her and another mug
shattered and then the third one caught her flush on the forehead and stopped her
dead in her tracks. In that moment Julie saw her chance, she was aching all
over, her side, her head and her pride damaged but it also fuelled her anger
and she just unleashed it on her black enemy.
Julie fought like a wildcat, as if her life depended upon it. Her nails were
sharp so the first thing she did was train them on Monica’s face and began
tearing and slashing wildly and from the squeals and squawks the fat bitch was
making she knew some were connecting. But it wasn’t just her fingernails as
weapons, she pumped her knees up and caught Monica’s stomach and a second
strike caught lower and landed squarely on the black woman’s pussy. Her hands
were frenzied and relentless scratching and clawing for all she was worth and
suddenly Monica was not so cool and aloof as she had been. Monica tried
desperately to grab Julie’s wrists and hold her off but she knew that some of those
scratches had done damage. But it wasn’t until she got Julie’s hands under
some kind of control before she realised she must be bleeding from those
scratches as there were bright red drip marks on her pristine white bikini top.
Julie struggled to free her captured wrists but was at least satisfied to
see a series of bleeding, scratch gouges in her neighbours cheek, she had done
some damage alright! She had no time to celebrate though as Monica suddenly
released those wrists and without warning plunged her own sharp fingernails
right into Julie’s big, white breasts and began to absolutely maul them! Julie
reacted in kind, reaching for Monica’s bouncing black funbags but she had to
contend with the obstruction of that blood stained bikini which hampered her
attacks. Monica was fierce in her attack, twisting and nipping Julie’s white
mammaries with all her considerable strength and easily won out by forcing
her white opponent to her knees crying out in agony. But maybe she should have
paid more attention to where Julie’s head was as her mouth was right in line
with Monica’s crotch. With her own breasts and nipples being tortured to
levels a housewife like Julie could hardly have imagined she did whatever it took
to get Monica off her – she bit at Monica’s pussy!
Oh boy did that get a reaction! Monica immediately released her talons from
her foes tits and squealed as Julie’s teeth bit into her sensitive flesh, she
howled like a wounded dog and slapped her hands hard against Julie’s head
but singularly failed to dislodge the white woman’s mouth. Worried about how
far the crazed bitch would go, Monica had no worries about picking up a frying
pan from the top of her stove and slapping it down on the top of her head.
That did the trick. But as Julie recoiled back from the blow she held on to the
sides of Monica’s white bikini briefs and brought them down too which
coupled with Monica’s movement toppled her too and it was a short ride with a bad
landing as she clattered her head hard on the side of one of her kitchen
units.

For a moment the kitchen was blissfully quiet, the shrill shrieks and pained
groans that had filled it seconds earlier were silenced as both women lay on
the slick floor and tried to regain their bearings. Despite suffering the
worst of things up to then it was Julie that came too first (that fall had been
a bad one for Monica and she was lucky to still be conscious), Julie
struggled to her knees and rubbed the small bump on top of her head where the pan
had connected, winced as it hurt and as she saw some more loose hair fall from
her scalp and filled with rage again as she dragged herself over to her
neighbour. Monica was moaning lowly, her head still spinning from that blow and
when she reached her hand up it came away slick, she was bleeding from a cut
above her right eyebrow. It was past the point where either woman would accept
leaving things and walking away to lick their wounds, Julie was still irate
over her hair and Monica still incensed by the racist jibes.

Julie knelt by Monica and grabbed her dark hair to see the cut, it was a
nasty one and her blood was dripping onto her floor. Julie sneered her approval
and very deliberately jabbed the diamond of her engagement ring right onto
the cut and dug it into it and began scraping at he cut, deepening it and
increasing the bleeding. It was a malicious, vicious act but Julie really enjoyed
doing it and listening to the squeals it produced from the fat, black pig.
Monica rolled onto her front to try and protect herself from this vicious
attack and to that end it worked but it also allowed Julie to untie the back of
Monica’s white string bikini and haul it up and pull it tight against her
throat, almost like a garrotte. And she was in the perfect position to place her
knee on the high part of Monica’s back and haul back real hard on both ends of
the bikini, immediately choking her.

"Not so fucking smug now, are you nigger?"

She spat as she strained her arms to exert further pressure on Monica’s
neck. Monica desperately tried to get her fingers between the fabric and her skin
but it was already too deep in the folds at her neck and tightening further.
Monica realised she was in deep trouble here and muster all her strength to
push herself up on to her hands and knees to try and create some opportunity
to escape this strangulation, she could already feel herself light-headed and
it was not difficult to imagine herself passing out and who knew what
twisted revenge this sick cunt would take if she was knocked out. But Julie just
adjusted her own position, and stabbed her fist, ring still used as a makeshift
knuckle duster and punched five rapid shots against Monica’s ear until she
collapsed on her face again then resumed her strangulation. Then when all
looked lost for Monica the thin fabric of her bra could take no more and snapped,
sending Julie falling off her back, nastily scrapping Monica’s neck but
mercifully allowing her to breathe again. Instinctively Monica tried to crawl
away from her foe, knowing she was in no position to fight at the moment.

Julie was in control though and knew it and knew she couldn’t let Monica get
her strength back, she tossed aside the remnants of the bikini and pulled
herself to her feet and stalked the naked black woman as she dragged herself
into her hallway, dripping spots of blood on her own cream carpet as she went.
Julie easily caught up with her crawling enemy and dropped her full weight
onto her naked back, causing her so be squashed against the carpet. She grabbed
the back of Monica’s head and began to rub it hard and fast across he
carpet, marking it even further with the blood.

"I always knew a slut like you would like carpet burns!"

She called out triumphantly as she really rubbed Monica’s skin abrasively
across the carpet, much to her distress. Julie was in complete command and
Monica was cursing herself for stopping so early to cut the bitch’s hair when she
could have finished her off. Julie looked up and was greeted with the open
door of Monica’s downstairs toilet and she just knew what she had to do next.

"Let’s see if I can wash any of that crap off you – Oh that’s your skin!"
she jibed as she dragged Monica into the small bathroom by her hair and heaved
her head up to force into the toilet bowl.

"I only wish I could shit in your mouth nigger, that would show you your
correct place around here, just a shit eating bitch!", with that last verbal
salvo Julie held Monica’s head down and flushed the toilet, enjoying the
struggles her victim made as her whole head was engulfed in cold water.

Julie was very pleased with herself but she didn’t realise that that cold
water had actually served to bring Monica back more to her senses, the
light-headedness and fog of being choked out were flushed away and the action of the
water on her cut had stung her back into life, but for then she did not let
on. Julie stood over her foe and gloried in her humiliation, maybe she would
shave the bitch bald as revenge for what she did to her earlier, she leaned on
Monica’s shoulders and watched the toilet water drip from her braided black
hair and thought that was hell of an idea. She turned away to scan the
bathroom for something to use to retrain her while she searched for a shaver and it
was then that Monica struck. Her hand had inched up the side of the bowl and
come to the toilet brush that lay there in it’s ceramic holder. It wasn’t
great but it would do, she sensed Julie backing off and turning away and timed
her move to perfection. Holding the brush like a sword she turned and jammed
it with all her remaining strength at Julie’s pussy and hoped with all her
heart the fabric of her shorts would not deflect her blow too much. It did
not.
Julie screamed as the hard plastic handle smashed into her pussy lips and
she dropped immediately to her knees, her lips in a wide pained expression.
Those shorts were all the clothing either woman had left on between them and in
an instant Monica had torn them off, leaving both bitches as naked as the day
they were born. Why had she torn the shorts off? Because with Julie’s pussy
now hurt she was intent on concentrating her attacks down there!
Monica was still recovering herself so her moves were nowhere near as quick
as earlier but with Julie down she was able to take her time somewhat. The
handle had caught Julie flush on her clit and jammed it violently against her
pelvis and she was in absolute agony, as she had not even had a chance to
brace or prepare herself against the unexpected blow. Monica flung the shorts
away and concentrated on rolling Julie over, she fought her overwhelming desire
to target the white bitch’s already damaged tits and instead pulled Julie’s
legs slowly apart from the ankles. She paused a moment to allow Julie to open
her eyes to see what Monica was about to do then once they were open Monica
dropped hard down on her knee right into Julie’s unprotected cunt.
Julie’s eyes widened at the flash of pain that set off inside her and she
squealed like a pig as Monica held her knee there and ground it in hard.
“Like that cow? I’m going to fucking hurt you real bad now.”
And she was determined to make good on her threat, she moved her knee out of
the way only to bring the brush handle up again and this time nastily jam it
right up Julie’s pussy!
Grasping what was left of the shaft outside Julie’s pussy, Monica gripped it
had and began to force it viciously up then down, absolutely ramming it
against the back of Julie’s cunt and making her howl like an injured animal with
each nasty thrust. Monica face was twisted into a cruel smile (framed by the
blood from her cut) at the pain she was inflicting on her younger neighbour
and snarled down at her.
“Take that you bitch, let’s see if we can’t stop you producing anymore of
those little bastards!”
Julie was in absolute agony, it was like her pussy was on fire from all
these blows and that handle was wreaking havoc inside her, in desperation she
lashed out her foot and caught Monica in the gut and sent her spinning back to
slam against the hall wall. At least it brought her some degree of relief,
the brush handle spinning out of her to the carpet. Julie was still in agony
though and painfully tried to crawl away and up the stairs of the house. She
did not get far.
Monica had been momentarily stunned but quickly regained her senses and
pounced again on her opponent, letting Julie get up a couple of stairs on her
hands and knees before burrowing her right hand between her legs and gripping
and twisting at the white woman’s labia. Then she started scratching at it and
clawing viciously at Julie’s soft, creamy inner thighs, leaving them red and
scratched to hell very quickly. Awkwardly she flipped Julie over on her back
against the stairs to really sink her claws into her womanhood and her tits
(she wanted to mete out punishment to them). However, Julie again lashed out
with her hand and her ring found that cut again and slashed the cut on Monica’
s eye lid even wider open.
That did the trick and Monica wailed and recoiled sharply, her hand reaching
for her bleeding face once again. Julie managed to somehow drag herself to
her feet on the stairs, her pelvic area aching horribly the whole time and
steadied herself for another assault on her neighbour, but in truth both women
were moving much slower now and in a deal of agony, but neither were willing
to halt this fight until there was a clear winner.
Monica forced herself forward to meet Julie as she stepped off the stairs
and once again they battled for dominance, Julie tugging hard at Monica’s still
wet hair while Monica tried to slap at Julie’s swinging tits. The catfight
continued in the tight confines of Monica’s front hall and as they rumbled
through it, banging into walls and bashing off doors many of Monica’s paintings
and ornaments crashed to the floor around them. Their fingers still reached
to cause damage, Monica raking her claws right across Julie’s milky white
breasts yet again, Julie yanking out a clump of Monica’s black hair by it’s
roots and through it all they cursed each other and deep in their minds dreamed
of what they would do to each other if they were to win. Julie’s fingernails
slashed once more at Monica’s face but the black woman only just swayed out of
their way and launched a counter punch that rammed into Julie’s gut. That
found the mark and Julie doubled up, which left it easy for Monica to grab hold
of Julie’s hair and propel her headfirst towards the inside door in the hall
and smash straight through the frosted safety glass!
For a brief moment when the deafening crash of glass had subsided both women
were completely motionless and silent, like a frozen tableau. The silence
contrasted glaringly with the noise the large glass pane had made as Julie had
smashed through it obliteration it into millions of pieces and despite it
being of the safety shatter type her bare body still bore a number of scratches
from her trip through the glass. Monica soon shook off her own shock at what
had happened and determined to finish this there and then before her house
got any further damage. Julie’s body was sprawled through the destroyed pane
and she was lifeless except for an occasional groan and involuntary spasm. The
distance between the inside door and the outside door was not much (indeed
the gap Julie was in was only occupied by her and a coat rack) and it took some
careful manoeuvring my the big black woman to step over her neighbour and
around her and to open the front door. She was naked but long past caring about
that. She pulled her front door inwards and smiled as it smacked solidly
against Julie’s head, even that didn’t rouse her much. Then, very carefully,
Monica pulled Julie’s right hand forward and fed it through the low down
letterslot. Oh she had a wicked plan alright!
She let the heavy metal shutter of the letter box rest across the four
knuckles of Julie’s hand then picked up a brick that she kept a spare front door
key under up and crashed it down with great vengeance right onto the outside
edge of the shutter, instantly breaking all four of Julie’s fingers. That woke
the bitch up and she began screaming like fuck but she was too weak to
prevent Monica forcing the other hand into the exact same position and doing it
again, breaking all four on her left hand too. She wasn’t going to be doing
much attacking with those fucking claws now!
She wasn’t going to be offering much offense to be honest, Julie lay on her
front between the two doors and howled at the pain of her ruined hands.
Monica considered for a moment smashing the brick into Julie’s face, allowing
herself to imagine the glorious sound of Julie’s nose disintegrating under the
solid brick and splattering all across her smug face. But she relented and put
the brick down, Julie was spent, she could see that and it was easy really to
drag the bitch out of her house by her long hair and drag her painfully down
the stone steps at the front of Monica’s house and down the front path until
she stood over her on the lawn right near the entrance to her garden, right
next to the entrance to Julie’s house. It was four in the afternoon and their
respective kids would be coming around the corner on their way back from
school any moment and it was then that Monica knew what she would do. She locked
her strong, black fingers into Julie’s and easily forced her to her knees
and into even more floods on tears at the pain in her damaged fingers before
looking down at her.
"That’s what you get when you mess with me, bitch! Now if you want me to
leave off your fingers and let you skulk on back home you are going to do
something for me – you are going to lick my ass! Yeah, that’s right bitch, you are
going to stick your self important white bitch tongue right up my big, black
asshole!"
Julie blanched at this command but could hardly argue as her fingers were
shooting with flashed of pain as Monica increased the pressure of her
Greco-Roman knuckle hold and it was not long before she slumped forward and sobbed her
obedience.
And so when minutes later their sons rounded the corner into their nice,
quiet cul-de-sac it was to find their mothers busily engaged upon the lawn. Both
were still as naked as the day they were born and both were sporting the
scars and bruises and bumps of their brutal encounter but Monica at least was
still standing. Standing leaning forward and reaching behind her to pull her
big, black ass cheeks apart. Julie was on her knees behind her and did not even
know their sons were watching them as she submissively licked her hated
neighbours stinking asshole.
It was no surprise that her house was put up for sale before the week was up
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