Neighbor Dispute

By Fired Fighter

At first, Karen thought she hadn’t heard right. It was that bizarre. Everything about today, up until now, had been extraordinary, but at least it was possible. The plane she was on turning back and landing barely ten minutes after takeoff; that, she supposed, was possible. It wasn’t exactly an everyday occurrence but it was possible; she had heard about it happening to other people every now and then. Getting back home, walking into her own bedroom and finding her own husband in bed with another woman was possible too; she had heard about that happening to other people a lot. That the other woman was their gorgeous twenty-four-years-old next-door neighbor, didn’t seem entirely impossible or even improbable either. And that’s where the realm of possibility ended and the absurd began.

Brian’s reaction had been normal enough, for someone in his situation. Having one’s wife walk in on one in the middle of one’s romp with one’s mistress does leave one with a somewhat limited field of options, and so far he had stuck to the script, which included the barest minimum of lines on his part. What Karen absolutely refused to believe, however, was the reaction of the above-mentioned mistress. No embarrassment, no guilt, no nothing. Not even looking surprised, let alone ashamed. Standing up to her, naked and brazen and actually talking to her like that?! No, it couldn’t be happening for real. Had to be a dream. Or at least a hearing disorder.

“Excuse me?” Karen croaked, still struggling to find her voice after the shock of her discovery. So far she hadn’t had much opportunities to practice; she had barely managed a “You son of a bitch” and a “You fuckin’ bastard” plus a couple of unintelligible sounds to counter her errant husband’s equally incoherent mumbling. No doubt she would’ve said more – she certainly wanted to – but then the beautiful Mexican woman, clearly unused to being ignored, had stepped in and her words had left Karen positively gobsmacked.

“You heard me!” Maria Ramirez said curtly, speaking with notable Spanish accent. “Beat it! Or don’t you know three’s a crowd?”

“Why, you fuckin’…” Acting almost subconsciously, Karen lunged at the other woman. She would’ve gotten at her too, had it not been for Brian Stiles, who seemed to have regained some control of himself – at least enough to get between the two women and grab hold of his blindly-charging wife.

“Let go of me, goddam you! LET GO!” Karen screamed furiously, struggling in her husband’s restraining embrace.

“It’s OK, baby, let her go.” Maria said calmly. “She won’t do anything. She can’t.”

Perhaps sensing that the immediate danger of a meltdown had passed for the time being, Brian released Karen but remained on the alert. Something kept telling him that this was far from over and apparently that something knew what it was talking about.

“Alright, I’ll make this short.” Maria spoke to Karen. “I don’t wanna waste my time explainin’ and besides I don’t wanna overload your empty blonde head with too many details. I already told you to get lost and now I’ll say it again, for the last time! You got no business here anymore! Nothin’ left for you! Brian’s mine! He don’t need you and he don’t want you; there’s nothin’ you can give him! That’s it – plain and simple!

Beyond words, Karen once again went for the other woman and once again got restrained by Brian, who now tried to speak, but was interrupted by Maria.

“Oh, so the little kitty think it got claws?” The sexy Latina said with a rather wolfish smile. “Alright, let’s see what you’re made of! You want Brian, puta? So do I! And I’m ready to fight for what I want! Are you?”

“What!” Karen said dumbly.

“What!” Brian said dumbly.

“What are you, deaf?” Maria snapped. “Or are you even more stupid than I thought? I told you, you want your husband, you gonna have to fight me for him! Come on! Right here, right now! You and me, naked, mano y mano! Let’s see who the better woman is! Or are you chicken?”

Karen laughed. And here she had been, thinking the whole thing couldn’t possibly get any more ridiculous...

Maria did not laugh. She just curled her lip scornfully and said:

“Just what I thought! And then you wonder why you can’t keep a husband! You’re just not woman enough! A real man like Brian needs a real woman, not some useless Barbie doll! So, right now you got two choices: You either try and be a real woman, strip down and fight me, or you be a snivelin’ lil’ girl and run home to your mommy and cry! Now, what’s it gonna be, bitch?”

Incensed beyond rhyme or reason, Karen now suddenly stopped thinking and simply reacted, virtually tearing at her clothes in her haste to take them off. There was a limit, she decided, to how far a woman could be pushed.

On the other side, Maria’s wolfish smile appeared again, this time even wider.She had finally gotten what she wanted. There was nothing and no one to stop her now. The only person present, besides her and Karen, was Brian and by the looks of it he wasn’t going to get in the way.

Indeed, after uttering a half-hearted “Now, ladies…” and an even meeker “Let’s be reasonable about this!” Brian was not about to interfere. He knew he probably should, but he just couldn’t. After all, how often does a guy get a chance to see two drop-dead gorgeous women fighting over him? The sudden swelling of his ego was matched only by that of his cock. Just moments ago he had wanted to put a stop to the whole thing. Now he was ready to murder anyone who might possibly attempt taking such a course of action. He was feeling no guilt whatsoever, only excitement as he backed away and climbed onto the bed, clearing the arena for the two hot gladiatrixes. His conscience was clear. He had done all he could by saying “Now ladies…” and “Let’s be reasonable about this!”. Now, it was out of his hands. It was time to let nature take its course. Scarcely believing his luck, he studied the two rivals which now faced each other naked in the middle of the room.

At a first glance, the combatants appeared evenly matched. They appeared evenly matched at a second glance too. Both were about 5’7” tall and weighed some 130-140 pounds and he knew both were exactly the same age: 24. Their bodies were virtually identical in build, both curvy and solid with just the right amount of muscle underneath the curves. Perhaps the Mexican woman’s breasts were a fraction larger and heavier and her hips a tad broader, but he couldn’t tell for sure. Save for the different skin tones – the blonde’s rich, even suntan vs. the raven-haired beauty’s naturally dusky hue – the two frames looked exactly the same to him and they both met his wholehearted approval.

As they were similar in build, though, so were they a picture of opposites in every other aspect – true rivals across the board. The way they were standing, the tips of their perfectly-shaped DD’s were almost touching and Brian noted that, while both women’s nipples were erect and roughly the same size, Maria’s nubs were a lot darker, their dark-brown contrasting sharply with the pink of Karen’s buds. The Mexican woman’s areolae were a bit wider than the blonde’s and also darker in color. Their faces were both extremely beautiful, but each had its own distinct individuality with the only similarity between them being the grim expression each one wore at the moment. Karen’s emerald-green eyes blazed with fury as they locked with Maria’s smoldering brown ones in an intense stare-down. Completing the picture of polarity was their hair; Karen’s silky locks were golden blonde and reached just below her shoulders, while Maria’s luxurious jet-black tresses cascaded down her tapering back almost to her waist.

What a pair, Brian said to himself as he reclined in bed, marveling at the glorious sight of the two naked female bodes, his cock hard and throbbing in anticipation of the catfight. Briefly, he tried to pick a winner and his initial thoughts were to go with Maria. She had that wild, fierce look about her that in his mind gave her an edge over Karen in a fight. But then, looking at his wife, he began to question his judgment. He had seen Karen angry before, but never like that; she looked absolutely furious; there was no telling what she might do in such a state. And she was strong, he knew that. A former dancer, she worked out regularly to keep herself fit and on more than one occasion during their bedroom antics Brian had thought that she was in fact almost freakishly strong for a woman. Then again, he had thought the exact same thing about Maria too. No, this one’s just too close to call, he said to himself, as he gave up on any predictions. Besides, he reasoned, why worry about who was going to win? He’d know soon enough. Well, hopefully, not too soon. He knew who he WANTED to win, but whatever happened, he felt that the only real winner here was him. Smiling, he stroked his raging hard-on.

The two women paid no attention to the man on the bed; they only had eyes for one another and each one’s thoughts were focused solely on what to her was the main order of the day: Destroying her rival.

Karen had no doubts that she would win. She was by no means what one might call an experienced, or a proficient fighter, but she had fought before – once in high school, once in college and a third time in a backstage brawl against a fellow dancer on a show she had participated in before marrying Brian. She had won on all three occasions, but even so, she didn’t consider herself a fighting machine, and she was sure that her opponent today had a lot more fighting experience. That didn’t matter to the Texas-born blonde beauty, though. She was still going to win. She had been wronged and she was good and mad now, and she felt that that’s all there was to it. That depraved, man-stealing bitch was going down!

Maria for her part was certain that she would have no trouble teaching the blonde bimbo a lesson or two. To her, it was all very simple: She wanted Brian. She had wanted him from the moment she had come to town and into this plush neighborhood. Not only was he good-looking, but, judging by his house and the cars he drove, he was also rich and that was a combination that seldom failed to spark Maria’s interest. The fact that she herself had a husband (also quite handsome and well-off) didn’t worry her any. He was not her first, nor would he be her last, she knew. She was worried even less by the fact that Brian already had a wife. She had seen Karen and the very first sight of her had been like a matador’s cape to a bull. The buxom blonde beauty’s whole being seemed to project a silent challenge to Maria and the lovely Latina was not one to back down from a challenge – silent or otherwise. She knew she was more than capable of taking the blonde’s man from her – by force, if necessary. It would not be the first time she had done such a thing. Her philosophy in life was that nobody ever gave away anything and if one really wants something, one should fight for it. Right now, she wanted Brian and whatever Maria Ramirez wanted – Maria Ramirez got. That’s how it had always been. That’s how it would always be.

The start of the fight was explosive as, without warning, Maria swung her right hand, aiming a slap at Karen’s face. The blonde demonstrated both readiness and quick reflexes by blocking the strike, but perhaps lost too much time and focus on congratulating herself on a job well done. Maria, who had no intention of stopping after the thwarting of her initial attack, stayed on the offensive, almost instantly delivering another slap, this time with her left hand, and this one connected solidly with the side of Karen’s face, throwing her head to the side. Not leaving her opponent any time to recover, the Mexican beauty grabbed the American’s hair with her right hand and shook her back and forth viciously, while pumping rapid slaps into her face with her free hand, screaming furiously all the time.

Taken aback by the ferocity of her foe’s attack, Karen squealed and tried to pull away, but Maria held on to the blonde’s hair and continued to shake her and slap her again and again. Karen then tried to fight fire with fire and swung her right arm around a few times, managing to land one or two slaps of her own. More enraged than hurt, Maria snarled and suddenly drove a knee into her rival’s belly, doubling her up. As Karen gasped for air, the Latina spun her around by the hair and at the same time tripped her, bringing her down.

Still keeping a one-handed grip on her opponent’s hair, Maria now straddled Karen and resumed her rough treatment of the blonde’s face, blistering it with heavy slaps. Karen was screaming and kicking like crazy, but was unable to unseat her foe and kept getting belted.

“AAAAAIIIIIEEEE! GET OFFA ME, YOU BITCH!” Karen screeched all of a sudden and, out of desperation, reached up with both hands, grabbing Maria’s large breasts and squeezing them.

Now it was the Mexican woman’s turn to scream as pain shot through her breasts clear to her brain. Jerking backwards instinctively, the raven-haired beauty got hold of the blonde’s wrists and tried to push her hands away. Just then, Karen heaved violently upward and Maria toppled over with a short squeal.

The two women got up at the same time with Maria picking up right where she left off, going after her rival with both arms swinging, except that this time she was using fists instead of open palms. Almost all of the blows connected solidly with Karen’s body, making the blonde groan and retreat. Then, suddenly, Maria threw a combination of two quick, hard punches, unerringly hitting Karen’s face with each one, and the next moment the American woman went down on her ass with a jarring thud.

“Come on, puta!” The Latina taunted her downed foe, a smug little smile curling her full lips. “That all you got?”

That was by no means all Karen had and she got up on her feet, but she seemed slightly disconcerted and with good reason. She was now feeling a lot less confident than she had been minutes ago prior to the fight. In fact, she was beginning to downright regret her impulsive decision to take on the Mexican fury.

Maria left the beautiful blonde no time to regret anything for too long as she now came at Karen and once again helped herself to two handfuls of golden tresses, tugging violently. Hurt, but undeterred, Karen returned the favor, pulling Maria’s raven hair with all her might. Groaning and screaming, the two nude women staggered around the room, each trying to force the other off balance, or at least hurt her. Both combatants were strong and determined and the hair-pulling contest seemed to be at a stalemate… until Maria once again rammed a knee into her opponent’s belly. Karen groaned and jack-knifed, losing her grip on Maria’s hair. The Mexican instantly took advantage and sent her knee up into Karen’s chest, drawing an audible gasp from the American.

Again, the raven-haired woman wrestled her blonde enemy to the ground and mounted her. Karen screamed and struggled energetically, eventually managing to reverse the situation and get on top of the Mexican. Maria was not about to stay down neither and fought with all her might to roll Karen over and once again climb on her. They struggled like that for a while, rolling back and forth across the floor, trading the top position at a fast rate. Screams and grunts of hatred and effort filled the room as hair was pulled and bodies were slapped, punched and scratched during the women’s heated battle for dominance.

As before, Maria eventually took charge of the fight. Karen fought hard, but somehow could not match the Latina wildcat’s fierce attacks. Both women hit, clawed and bit, but it was Maria who did all of this harder and faster and her fury had the blonde cringing and becoming more and more defensive.

Seeing that things were not going her way, Karen suddenly felt in urgent need of a breather, some time to regroup. She managed to pull away from her rival from a moment and staggered to her feet. Before the blonde could back away, though, Maria reached out, got hold of an ankle and yanked, bringing Karen down to the floor. Almost at the same time the Mexican sprang upright and brutally kicked her downed foe, her small, dainty foot slamming in the American woman’s ribs with a loud smack. Karen yelped and curled up on her side, thus basically allowing Maria to kick and stomp on her at will – something the beautiful and vicious Latina was quick to do. Hurt and disheartened, Karen rolled around groaning and screaming while the other woman’s bare feet struck her body again and again. Maria was also screaming – mostly taunts and insults – as she kept on kicking Karen; she knew she had the bitch now and was determined to finish her. Realizing that she needed to do something fast, Karen at last fought back, managing to get hold of one of Maria’s feet and twisting it sharply, causing the Mexican to crash down with a screech of pain.

Enraged, Karen now pounced on her foe, but suddenly found herself trapped between Maria’s shapely legs. Rolling over onto her side, Maria locked her ankles and began to squeeze tight, crushing Karen midsection between her powerful thighs. Karen groaned and squirmed, pawing and pushing at the other woman’s constricting legs with little effect.

“Watcha gonna do now, bitch?” Growled Maria, squeezing harder and harder with her legs, drawing forth pained moans from the ensnared blonde. “You gonna quit, huh? You gonna cry and beg for mercy right here, in front of your husband? Go ahead; you won’t be the first to do that – and you won’t be the last either!”

“NNAAARGH! GO TO HELL, YOU FUCKIN’ WHORE!” An infuriated Karen shouted, her beautiful face red and contorted in pain as she writhed helplessly in Maria’s clutches. She tried pulling Maria’s hair and slapping her face, but the Latina responded with the same, and soon the blonde was crying out and covering up, trying to protect herself from the raven-haired beauty’s wrath.

Still maintaining her body scissors, Maria now shifted her body and wrapped her arms around Karen’s head, pushing her large tits into the blonde’s face, smothering her. Emitting muffled groans into the other woman’s sizable chest, Karen struggled with desperate urgency, but could do little against the Mexican’s assault. Now in total control, Maria laughed cruelly as she used her voluptuous body to dominate her rival.

“Give up, puta Americana! You’re no match for me!” The sexy Latina taunted, mashing her massive boobs in Karen’s face, both suffocating and humiliating her, while her strong legs held the American beauty captive, crushing her midsection.

“MMMPH! LET GO!” Karen moaned, somehow managing to twist her head to the side and suck in a breath of much-needed air. For a brief moment her face was turned towards Brian on the bed and she looked at her husband almost pleadingly, but she got no sympathy. Brian was simply too enthralled by the spectacle unfolding before him to care about anything or anyone other than himself. The sight of the two magnificent naked women one the floor, their superb, glistening bodies heaving and writhing as they strained against each other, had given him the biggest erection he had ever had and he was too busy massaging his huge throbbing cock to even notice his wife’s distress, let alone care about it. Maria, however, saw where Karen was looking and laughed again as she once more pulled the blonde’s face into her deep, sweat-lined cleavage.

“No use looking around, zorra; no one to help you now!” Growled the Mexican, wrapping herself even tighter around her enemy. “It’s just you and me woman against woman, and we both know just which woman is the best!” Maria also had noticed Brian’s activities on the bed and grinned lasciviously at him.

“Hey, baby, save some of this big beautiful cock for me, huh? I’ll be right over and we’ll finish what we started! I’m just gonna make sure there’ll be no more interruptions!”

Brian’s only response was a grunt as he jacked his rod even more urgently. He knew it was probably wrong for him to get so turned on by watching his own wife being dominated in such an uncompromising fashion, but he just couldn’t help it. This wasn’t about wives and mistresses; it was about female combat at its finest and he had always had a taste for the finer things in life.

“Get her, babe! Stick it to the bitch!” He uttered suddenly, his voice hoarse and strained. It wasn’t exactly clear whom he was addressing and he himself wasn’t quite sure. He didn’t care who won the fight. Whatever happened, it was all good for him.

Down on the floor, ach woman interpreted Brian’s words her own way.

“You hear that, puta?” Maria taunted again. “Your husband knows the difference between class and trash! That’s why he chose me over you. You’re just not woman enough!”

Pinned down beneath her opponent’s hot, slick body, on the verge of a most humiliating defeat, Karen raged against her unenviable fate. It was now clear to her that she was overmatched in this fight and the realization, while filling her with shame, also fuelled her fury. Her pride flaring, she silently swore that she would not lose. She just refused to lose! Not in her own house and not to this horrid Mexican bitch, who had sexed Brian into the ultimate betrayal! The Texan beauty knew she was up against a better, clearly more experienced fighter, but she didn’t care. She would not let the slut have it all! Maria may have stolen her husband, but Karen still had her pride and she would not let anyone take that away! She was strong, she was determined and she was in the right; she would win this fight yet, no matter what!

Writhing furiously, her hands clawing her rival’s body, Karen suddenly sank her teeth into Maria’s left breast and the Mexican woman shrieked in agony. As Maria jerked back to escape the searing pain in her tit, Karen heaved mightily, rolling the Latina off.

The two women got up almost at the same time. Both had murder in their eyes as they flew at each other, snarling and swinging, but it was the blonde that connected better, driving a hard right into her opponent’s face and sending her reeling. Before Maria could regain her balance, Karen swung again, her fist slamming into the Latina’s left breast, crushing it against the ribcage. Maria howled in agony and clutched at her tit, her eyes suddenly sick with pain.

Seeing her foe’s obvious discomfort and remembering how an attack on Maria’s breasts earlier in the fight had also had a profound adverse effect on the Mexican woman, Karen now knew exactly what to do. Convinced that she had found her enemy’s weakness and hell-bent on exploiting it, the blonde pressed on, both arms swinging mightily as she targeted the Latina’s lush body – especially her copious bust. The fury of Karen’s attack had Maria squealing and backing off hurriedly. It was obvious that the raven-haired beauty’s spectacular breasts were extremely sensitive and no one was more aware of that fact than Maria herself as she desperately sought to ward off the other woman’s blows aimed at her vulnerable assets. In focusing on defending her precious boobs, though, Maria practically left the rest of her body wide open and the American woman was quick to take advantage.

“I’ll show you who’s not woman enough, you cocksuckin’ bitch!” Karen growled, smashing a small, hard fist into Maria’s left cheek-bone. Two wild haymakers to the jaw by the blonde and the Mexican beauty reeled, her ass and tits wobbling as she backpedaled, flat-footed and bleary-eyed all of a sudden, her arms dangling uselessly at her sides. Shoving her dazed rival against the nearest wall, Karen poured her hatred onto Maria’s rack, hammering it with both fists, screaming angrily with each punch she delivered. The Latina moaned in pain, her big tits bouncing and shaking all over from the hard blows. Karen showed little mercy to her beleaguered foe and continued to pummel her chest, her own huge orbs rocking and swaying wildly with the powerful swings of her arms.

“Still think you’re all that, slut? Huh?” Karen snarled, suddenly all confidence and swagger as she now felt the tides had at last turned in her favor. “Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?”

Just then, Maria rammed her knee in Karen’s crotch.

As the blonde howled in agony and dropped to her knees, the raven-haired beauty kicked her right in the face, sending her down on her back.

“Puta!” Maria said, breathing heavily, her eyes blazing with fury. She was hurt, but her fiery temper and fierce pride kept her going. She had been in countless fights without ever losing a single one and she had no intentions of breaking that tradition now. “You wanna know if I still think I’m all that?” she panted, kicking Karen in the ribs. “I don’t think I’m all that; I KNOW I am! And more! Much more than you can even imagine! I told you before, I’m way too much woman for you! Even your own husband already saw this, but you’re obviously too dumb to understand even the simplest thing! Which means I’m just gonna have to stomp some sense into your empty blonde head!”

The enraged Latina now began stomping all over her rival’s chest with angry screams, determined to finish the blonde this time. Groaning in pain, Karen desperately tried to escape her foe’s onslaught by rolling all over the floor. Maria would not be denied, though and she followed the writhing American beauty, kicking her again and again, while shouting insults at her.

This continued until Karen somehow managed to get hold of her rival’s ankles and pull the Latina’s legs from under her. Maria landed hard, the impact shaking the entire house and driving the air out of the Mexican. In an instant, Karen was upon her fallen foe with a snarl.

The women wrestled furiously on the floor, rolling over each other with grunts and squeals, jockeying for position, doing everything they could to hurt each other. Neither one was able to gain the upper hand outright, but the longer the struggle continued, the more it seemed to favor Karen. Maria fought like a tigress, but it was clear that she was tiring fast, the brutal battle having taken its toll on her curvaceous body. Her breathing was harsh and uneven and her movements appeared to lack their erstwhile intensity. Karen was tired too, but she seemed to be in better shape than her rival and able to cope with the strain of the heated combat better.

“You’re mine now, bitch!” Karen growled in her opponent’s reddened face.

Rolling Maria onto her back, the former dancer slammed her knee straight between the Latina’s legs with brutal force. The raven-haired beauty screamed in agony, her whole body shuddering convulsively. Mounting her supine enemy, Karen grabbed Maria’s wrists and pinned her arms to the floor above her head. Maria squealed and bucked and kicked, but was unable to throw the blonde off.

“Too much woman, huh? We’ll just see about that!” Karen panted, straining to keep the squirming Latina down.

As the women struggled, their sweaty chests mashed together, the slick breasts slipping and sliding over each other, fighting their own battle for supremacy, stiff nipples stabbing and scraping soft pliant flesh.

Slowly, relentlessly, Karen’s boobs overwhelmed Maria’s, pushing them back, squashing them flat against the ribs. The two sets of breasts were practically equal in size, but the blonde’s were clearly firmer and they simply crushed the Latina’s overmatched tits. Karen’s rock-hard pink nipples, having bent Maria’s dark brown nipples and forced them back, were now deep into the Mexican’s tit-flesh, stabbing away. Wounded to her very core by having her prized breasts penetrated for the first time ever by those of another woman, the raven-haired temptress was issuing forth deep, low moans of utter agony. The humiliating defeat of her tits cut the proud Latina to the quick and seemed to soften both her will and her body. She still struggled, but now it was with a lot more desperation than conviction.

“Who’s too much woman for whom now, slut?” Karen taunted, her eyes burning with pride as she continued to grind her dominant tits into the other woman’s conquered pair, flattening them even further. “Looks to me there’s only one woman in this room! One woman and one lil’ girl with weak lil’girl titties and a big flabby Mexican ass that just got whupped!” The blonde punctuated her words with a sudden thrust of her chest, driving her breast even harder against Maria’s, squashing them even further.

“AY, NO! MIS TETAS! NO! NOOOO!” The beautiful Mexican woman cried out in both pain and shame as her once proud tits gave in and were now completely crushed and smothered into oblivion by the obviously superior tits of the blonde.

“YEEESSS!” Karen’s answering grunt of triumph was almost orgasmic in nature as she felt her hated enemy’s mighty breasts surrendering to hers.

On the bed, Brian was unable to hold it any longer and was ejaculating violently, frantically jerking the “big, beautiful cock” which Maria seemed so hung upon and which was now spurting huge, thick gobs of white, hot cum all over his chest, again and again in a seemingly endless cadence of rapid bursts. A titfight between two equally busty beauties had long been a fantasy of his and the witnessing of this truly titanic clash of chests had him in rapture. Barely containing himself, he had watched intently the mighty struggle between the two superb, yet sharply contrasting sets. Now he had reached the point of no return, pushed right over the edge by witnessing Karen’s big, firm boobs bulging out majestically, irresistibly, overpowering and flattening Maria’s equally large pair. As he kept on cumming forcefully, he thought this was the hottest thing he’d ever seen: his wife’s golden-tanned all-American tits crushing his mistress’ olive-skinned Mexican mammaries into submission.

The annihilation of her breasts dealt a devastating psychological blow to Maria – one that she would not recover from. On the verge of defeat, the pinned Latina did what she could – bucking, twisting back and forth, straining her body against that of her opponent, using every ounce of strength she had left in one last effort to break free and achieving absolutely nothing.

That was the point at which, suddenly and with absolute certainty, Maria knew it was over. That was it. She had nothing left. She was giving it her all and it was not enough. Her heart full of despair, she knew she was beaten. She could sense the other woman’s superiority now, she sensed it with every fiber of her being; Karen’s strength was too much; Karen’s drive was too much; Karen was simply too much for her. She had lost. She still struggled, but the bitter taste of defeat was already in her mouth and her eyes had lost their fire, now full of desperation as her body wilted beneath the blonde’s.

Karen’s instincts were just as sharp as Maria’s. She could sense her enemy’s distress, her despair-induced sudden weakening and fed off of it, finding new strength.

Roaring with pride, the reinvigorated American woman took full control of the fight, pulverizing her rival’s body with her own, bouncing up and down on top of Maria, slamming her mighty breasts onto the Mexican’s flattened boobs, drawing fresh cries of anguish from the hapless raven-haired beauty. Maria struggled, kicking and twisting, small feet pushing weakly at the plush carpet as she tried in to bridge up, but it was all in vain; she was done. Completely dominating her foe, Karen now exacted payback for the demeaning breast-smothering she had received from Maria earlier. Still keeping Maria’s arms pinned high above her head, she rubbed her sweaty tits into the Latina’s face and even slapped her with them, taunting and insulting her all the time. Maria groaned and squirmed, but was already too spent – both physically and mentally – to do anything at this point. The humiliating tit-slaps seemed to drain the last of the beautiful Latina’s strength and will and she was now lying limp beneath her tormentor, utterly helpless and at Karen’s mercy.

“Who’s the real woman now, bitch?” Karen panted out, keeping atop her foe in a loose mount, shaking all over as she struggled to catch her breath, her magnificent breasts heaving majestically, sweat dripping from the stiff, pink nipples onto the pinned Latina’s face. Pushing herself up, she straddled Maria and used her knees to pin the Mexican’s arms to the ground. “I asked you a question, cunt? WHO IS THE REAL WOMAN HERE?” She shouted angrily repeatedly slapping Maria’s face with both hands.

Maria was a tough, proud woman and she still tried to struggle, determined not to give in, despite the hopelessness of her situation. But Karen was equally determined to make her rival submit and continued to punish her with heavy slaps to the unprotected face. Then, without warning, the blonde slid back along her rival’s body till she was sitting astride Maria’s belly and then buried her hands in the Latina’s massive breasts, mauling them savagely. Screeching like a banshee, her beautiful face contorted in agony, Maria thrashed around wildly, while tugging at Karen’s wrists in desperate attempts to push the clawing hands away from her vulnerable tits. It was no good, though. Karen’s hands were strong and her claws sharp and they continued to mangle Maria’s already demolished boobs, till the Mexican couldn’t take any more.

“AAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEE! NO MAS, PUTA! NO MORE! NO MORE! I QUIT! I QUIT!! LET GO, I GIVE!!” Maria screamed suddenly, having reached her limits, all pride and fighting spirit gone.

“I ASKED YOU A FUCKIN’ QUESTION, BITCH:WHO’S THE BETTER WOMAN HERE?” Karen shouted furiously, still ripping and tearing at the supple flesh of Maria’s breasts.

“ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! YOU ARE! YOU’RE THE BETTER WOMAN! YOU WIN, JUST LET ME GO, PLEEEEEEASE!” the beaten Mexican beauty shrieked.

“You bet your big, fat ass I am, bitch!” Karen said as she finally released her victim and stood up, looking down at Maria. There was an expression of savage triumph on the Texan woman’s beautiful, sensual face as she regarded her conquered enemy. Brian had never seen her look so beautiful. She was virtually glowing in victory, her sculpted, glistening body erect, head high, massive tits thrusting forward proudly.

“I’m ten times the woman you’re ever gonna be, and you’d better never forget that, ‘cause next time you try to mess with me I’m gonna rip those big, saggy tits of yours and shove’em down your fuckin’ throat, you got that?” The blonde growled, kicking Maria’s limp form.

“Alright! Alright! I got it! No more, please! I’ve had enough!” Maria whimpered, curling up on her side in a submissive fetal position.

“You don't say!” Karen smirked as she aimed one final kick at her fallen foe’s beautifully-rounded ass, making it jiggle all over.

Maria did not respond to this final act of humiliation. Her whole body aching, her mind numb with the shock of her first ever defeat, the beautiful Latina just lay on the floor, gulping down her tears, trying her best not to sob.

“Well, I guess that’s that,” Karen said, at last turning her attention to her husband, who now got up from the bed, grinning broadly.

“Baby, you’re awesome!” Brian gushed, coming towards Karen, arms wide open as he sought to embrace his triumphant wife. “I knew you could kick her ass; I knew it! No way you’d ever let her take what’s yours – GHOH!”

Interrupted rather rudely by Karen’s right knee slamming into his groin, Brian gave out a short, loud cry and dropped to his knees with his hands between his legs, his eyes bulging, face red and contorted with pain.

“You think I did this for YOU?” Karen looked derisively at her husband, who was gagging and coughing on the floor. “Don’t flatter yourself; you’re not worth it! I only fought this bitch to show her – to show both of you – that I’m better than her! Now that I’ve beaten her at her own game and proven myself superior to her in every way possible, I don’t want anything to do with either of you! You can keep on fuckin’ the whore for all I care. She’s a worthless piece of trash, but then again, so are you, so I’d say you really do belong together! I’m out of here! My lawyer’s gonna see you about the divorce!”

With that, Karen left, not giving Brian a chance to recover enough to speak. She didn’t want to hear anything he might say; she just wanted to get out. She was tired and hurt and craved a long, hot shower, but she just couldn’t spent another moment in this house. Seeing Maria’s blouse and skirt on the floor, she used them to wipe the sweat off her body as best she could before putting her own clothes on and leaving the room, hurting both inside and out, but with her head held high. Her still unpacked bags were in the living room; she picked them up and strode out of the house, getting into her car and driving away without looking back.