GIRL FIGHTS
Part 3
By Diane
I didn’t go to work on Monday as I thought none of us did. We must have been to battered, bruised and head achy to have gone. I puttered around the house in jeans, high heels and a cut off Giants football Jersey, (#89, my Italian husband I wish to have been, Mark Bavaro, Yes Gary knows I wish this) It showed my lower tummy which I wish could have been more flat and more toned but my huge chest, which held the jersey out more then made up for it..
I cleaned up the moved furniture, the broken things and fixed the things I could. When you have 4 grown up woman cat and fist fighting, things tend to get broken.
It was late afternoon when the doorbell rang. When I answered it, and found Ginni I was surprised. I hoped she was going to say she was there to fight.. God I hoped it. Her hair was fluffed and feathered on the side’s ala: Farah Fawcett. She had on a blue long sleeve sweater with a cowl neckline, which was a size to big for her but you could still see the swell of her chest under it. She had on stiletto heeled ankle boots, but that wasn’t the best part. Her blue jeans were tight. No they were very tight. No, I don’t know how she moved in them that’s how tight they were.
“Please say you’re here to fight” I thought.
“I just put some coffee on want some? I asked.
I followed her into the kitchen and she sat at the counter while I poured 2 cups of coffee from the other side of the counter.
We made small talk neither of us mentioning anything about the weekend.
She pushed her sleeves up her forearms revealing the light covering of tanish blonde hair on her arms that matched her pubic mound. I also noticed a slight coloring on the side of her eye that make up failed to hide. Probably from one of Molly’s wild fist swings. By tomorrow she would definitely have a black eye.
“Just grab her” I thought.
“Just grab her arms or her hair and make her fight”
Then she dropped the bomb.
“Have you heard from Molly?” she asked.
I just stared at her. Our eyes locked.
“No I haven’t” I said feeling my stomach start to ache.
“ Do you have her address” she asked.
I have never known what jealousy feels like but I guess the feeling in my stomach was close to it.
I reached for my purse and pulled out my cell phone flipping it open. Ginni looked at her coffee cup while I talked.
“Hi Molly, Diane.”
Ginni could only hear my end of the conversation.
“Listen, Ginni is here she wants me to giver her your address. I don’t know why. No she didn’t say. Looks like? Hot! Very Hot! In fact I may not let her leave here. FINE!
I closed the cell phone obviously annoyed. I grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled Molly’s address on it and slid it across the counter to her. She stood up took the paper and put it in her jeans pocket. I can’t imagine how she even got that piece of paper in her pocket, that’s how tight her jeans were.
“Thanks” she said and headed for the door.
I caught up with her in the foyer and grabbed her arm.
“Hey” she said as I turned her around.
“I said I might not let you leave here”
“Let go,” she said yanking her arm free.
I grabbed her arms pulling her sleeves up over her elbows and pushed her against the wall.
“Stop it” she said.
“Make me” I replied.
She grabbed my arms and pushed back which was exactly what I wanted her to do.
I pulled her sleeves up higher to get a grip on her upper arms.
She pushed away from the wall and I forced her back against it.
“Stop it Diane I’m not going to fight you.”
“Oh no. Why not? Going to hump Molly.”
“It’s none of your business what I do”
She pushed me across the foyer and against the wall. Our heels tatt-a-tatting on the hard wood floors.
We struggled with our arm holds.
I forced her backwards across the foyer and against the door.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…………………………” she groaned hitting it hard.
We twisted arms and she pulled me around putting me in the corner. She leaned into me our chests pushing together.
“I’ll come back and fight you later, just not now”
I changed my grip to her forearms digging my nails into the blonde hairs, spun her around and put her against the wall.
I leaned into her. If I could just get her on the floor she would have to fight me.
“Let go of me.” She said sounding really pissed now.
She pulled her arms free and grabbed my forearms pushing me back.
“I’ll fight you later.”
“Fine…” I said. “Bitch” Pulling free from her grip. “Get out”
She stepped up to me hands on her hips. “I’ll fight with you later. Be ready.”
I put my hands on my hips and pressed against her.
“Just get out bitch,” I said.
Ginni turned and opened the door but before going out she said.
“If you really want to fight that bad then call Kris at work. She is really pissed at you and wouldn’t mind slapping you around. Just tell her to leave some of you for me.”
She went out the door. I stood and watched as she went down the walkway, her tight ass swaying with the bob of her blonde hair.
“Bitch” I muttered and closed the door.
I went back into the kitchen and sat and sipped my coffee. Then I grabbed my cell phone and dialed.
When Kris said, “Hello” I said.
“Guess what. You sister was just here.”
Kris thinking that we had a fight asked what for.
“She wanted Molly’s address.”
“And you gave it to her?”
“Why not she’s not my sister.”
“You fucking bitch” she said angrily.
I didn’t care that she called me that besides it gave me the opening I was looking for.
“Your pretty tough saying that to me on the phone. Would you say it to my face.”
“In a second.” Kris replied.
“Why not come and try it then.”
“When I get out of work,” she said.
“Fine bitch.” I told her.
”Fine bitch.” She said and hung up.
Molly lives almost at the end of a cul-de-sac and was waiting in the driveway when Ginni pulled in.
“Don’t even bother to get out.” she told her, “Just back out and leave.”
She had shut the car off and was un doing her seat belt and said, “Why don’t you try and make me bitch.”
Ginni started to get out and Molly rushed over and tried to shove the door close, catching her between it.
Molly had on heels, blue jeans and an off white short sleeve pull over blouse.
Ginni pushed back on the door trying to get out and Molly leaned into it to keep her pinned.
“Owwww…….you fucking bitch let me out.I’m going to kick your ass then go and fight Diane.”
Molly let go of the door, grabbed her arms and swung her out onto the front lawn. She stumbled and fell down on her butt. The Asian woman, tossed her long black hair back, started after her and realized that the soft grass made footing hard with heels on. This gave Ginni time to get up before she got to her. They grabbed one another by the arms and turned each other around and around. Both Molly’s heels caught in the soft ground and they both went down.
They struggled to their knees twisting and turning arms.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh………….mmmmmmmmmmmmmm……….bitch.”
“Oh you…..Oh you…..Ahhhhhh…..”
Wet spots appeared on the knees of both Molly’s jeans from the ground and on Ginni’s butt where she had sat down.
They fell over on their sides and Ginni wrestled her over on her back. Molly held tight to her arms and rolled her over getting on top of her. The dark wet spots on the back of her blouse where her shoulder blades were on the ground and on Ginn’s sweater also.
The Asian beauty got her knees up under her and straddled the blonde’s waist.
Letting go of her arms she grabbed her hands and lock fingers pushing her wrists on the ground.
“You want to fight bitch.. huh you want to fight.” Molly sarnedl at her..
Ginni arched her back digging her stiletto heels into the ground kicking up tufts of dirt and grass and heaves toppling Molly off her. She throws her leg over her and gets on top of her now straddling her waist.
She gives her head a toss getting her dirty blonde hair out of her face.
“Bitch” she says leaning over Molly holding her down.
On both sides of Molly’s lawn are hedges about chest high. Neighbors would see them if they were standing up fighting, but wrestling on the ground probably not.
Diagonally across the street how ever lives and elderly couple. She off to her daily bridge game, he happy she is cause now he can watch and wait for his, “Oriental Beauty” as he calls her. At 86 yrs his eyes aren’t what they use to be and passing by the living room window he has to do a double take. He almost goes for the phone to call 911, someone is attacking his beauty. But as he strains and squints his eyes he sees that the attacker is a woman also. A blonde woman. It’s a woman fight he thinks or what is it they call it a “kitten fight”, “What ever” he says out loud and hurries to the front door opening it. Opening it just in time to see Molly force Ginni off of her. He watches memorized form the porch as Molly and Ginni fight on the grass.
The two of them scramble to their feet stumbling as their heels catch in the soft ground and grass. “Damm the landscaper for making the lawn so nice and beautiful” Molly thinks.
Ginni pushes the sleeves of her sweater up over her elbows as the two of them circle. With a stumbling rush they come together grabbing hand fulls of each others hair and pulling. In no time they have each other back on the ground rolling. Knees, asses, elbows and backs now have dark wet grass stained smudges on them.
High heels dig into the grass as they tumble over each other pulling hair.
“Ohhhh……God you bitch you………”
“Ahhhhh…let go cunt.”
“You let go bitch.”
Molly’s elderly admirer is now on his walkway. He can’t believe his old eyes. Two sexy women wrestling on the ground right across the street. He begins to feel things he hasn’t felt in many years.
Molly grabs at Ginnis arms trying to pull them free of her hair. Ginni lets go of the long black hair and they grip one anothers arms. Struggling to their knees they both slap each other faces back and forth.
SLAP
“Ohhhh…”
SLAP
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh………”
Faces turning bright red they grab one another by the hair again and go back on the grass rolling over and over. Thier huge chests mashed into each other.
Molly gets on her knees and forces Ginni over on her back. Ginni pushes her off and as they roll she gets on her back. The blonde tries to hold her down as Molly works her way onto her knees. Still holding onto her, Ginni starts swinging her fists hitting her in the side of the head. Molly puts her hands over her head to protect herself. Ginni continues to punch at her head and back.
The old man yells out “Hey..Stop that” as he heads across the street.
“Fuck off.” Ginni yells at him as she hits her again.
“Get off her” he yells again.
“I have someone else to take care of anyway” Ginni says backing away..
“Are you OK Molly?” he says as you uncover your head rolling on your side. Your long hair is tangled and knotted and covereing your face. She hears Ginni’s car start and sits up.
“Where are you going bitch” Molly yells at her.
“She said she had someone else to fight” the man tells her.
The dark haired girl gos after her and catches her just as she gets to her car. Spinning her around she smack her face.
SLAP
Ginni pulls her around and up against her car and smacks her back.
SLAP and back hands her
SLAP, SLAP
Molly’s head is spinning as she trys and fight off her slaps.
Her face is bright red as she manages to get a few hits to the blondes face..
The neighbor is watching as the two of them trade slaps wincing at each loud head turning smack. Ginni grabs her wrist as Molly trys to hit her and pulls her away from the car. They both stumble back onto the grass and fall down. Ginni gets up and kicks at her hitting one of her huge mounds. Molly curls up holding her chest. Ginni again heads for her car.
Molly gets up ignoring the pain in her breast and runs after her. yShe reachs the car just as Ginni starts backing up pounding her fists on the hood of her car. Then Molly turns and heads for the garage. As Ginni pulls out of the driveway she sees Molly getting in her car.
While Molly and Ginni were fighting on the front grass, back at my house I was cleaning up a bit when the door bell rang. I opened the door to find Kris. Her dirty blond hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She had on a beige blouse, short sleeve button front, black dress pants and heels. She pushed her way in and put her purse on the table in the foyer. As I was closing the door she stepped up to me.
“Ok here I am….bitch”
“I was hoping you’d say that” I replied and grabbed her upper arms. She gripped mine back and we began struggling. I forced her back against the wall. She forced her way off the wall and got me up against the door. My head banged against it. I swung her around and up against the opposite wall.
“aggghhhhhh………” I groaned struggling with her.
“Ahhhmmmmmmmm….” She moaned back.
I let go of her arm and got her around the neck. She did the same to me and we slid into the corner along side the front door. It was a stalemate as we tightened our arms around one another’s neck. We were slowly starting to bend at the waist.
I pulled us up straight and we staggerd out to the middle of the foyer.
“Oh you bitch you”
“I’ll tear you apart bitch”
We turned around and hit the foyer table knocking her purse to the floor and dumping everything out of it. I hooked her leg and we went down on the hard wood floor hard. I got her wrists as we rolled over once and I got on top of her. I starddled her waist pinning her arms to the floor. Kris struggled under me her heels pounding on the floor. Her knees hit me a few times in the back. Then she stopped struggling.
“Let me up” she said.
“Yeah right. I have you pinned down and I’m going to let you up”
“We’l fight. Just let me up for a minute.” She asked again.
I slowly let up on her wrists and got up off her. Kris got to her feet and took off her heels sliding them across the foyer floor. Then she took off her earrings. I kicked off my heels and waited. She took off her watch and necklace and then took the tie out of her hair tossing it loose. Then we went at each other again. Arms went around necks and twisting we quickly went back down on the floor. This time I couldn’t get on top of her. We rolled from the foyer into the sitting room over and over.
We struggle to our feet. The hardwood floors are great for the house but when you are fighting they are slippery as all hell. Once up we pulled one another around and crashed into a wall knocking a picture off.
“You bitch. Your going to pay for that.” I snarled at her.
“You gonna try and make me.” She growled back.
WE pulled eachother into the window which I was sure was going to break but we just managed to tangle ourselves in the curtains and pulled them and the rod off the window. My hand found her hair and grabbed a good handful pulling her head back. Kris put her whole hand over my face. Her nails dug in just below my eyes. I twisted my head back and forth trying to free it from her grip. We still kept tight arms around each others necks. I hooked her leg again and we dropped to the floor.
“Oh you fuck” she cried.
We wrestled on the floor. My jersey was up exposing my breasts and my nipples were rock hard. Kris let go of my face as we rolled back and forth and got a hold of one big breast. I grabbed her wrist and pulled it free. She got her other arm from around my neck and grabbed my other breast twisting it back and forth. I gritted my teeth and let go of her hair. I grabbed blouse, bra, and breast and mashed my hand into her. I pulled everything back and forth.
“Stop” I finally said.
She pulled on my hair and arm.
“Stop” I yelled again. I had her on her back and was kinda almost kneeling along side her.
“Unless you want me to rip your blouse off you stop and take it off.”
We both stopped struggling for a minute and then let go of each other. I pulled my jersey up over my head and tossed it aside. Still on my knees next to her, Kris sat up and started unbuttoning her blouse. She pulled it off and tossed it aside. The she reached back and undid her bra pulling it off and tossing it aside. She got to her knees facing me and we clasped hands bare chested.
We started slowly then began struggling more and more twisting arms back and forth and over our heads. We pulled each other up and once on our feet both got an arm around the other in head locks again.
WE stumbled thru the arch way into the dining room and against the table. Kris had me bent backwards on the table. Again I hooked her leg and tripped us back down on the floor. We rolled one another on the floor and into the kitchen.
We were both breathing really hard and I could feel her nipples pushing into my breasts. They had to be as rock hard as mine. Wrestling on the floor I finally got free from her and grabbed counter ledge to pull myself up. Right in front of me was a plate of sticky buns that Ginni and I had with coffee that morning. I grabbed one of the buns just as Kris got me from behind.
She reached around and grabbed a tit with one hand and with the other hand grabbed my forearm holding the bun. I pushed back wards and twisted us around putting her back against the counter. I grabbed her wrist holding my tit.. That’s when the bun smashed into the side of my head. Kris ground the sticky mess into my ear and hair.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh………fuck” I yelled.
“Hows that you bitch” she said back.
I turned around to face her and got the rest of the bun in my face. With out being able to see I pushed the one I had in my hand out and caught her square in the face. I ground it as hard as I could. Her head went back and I pushed up and into her blonde hair.
I grabbed her hair and she grabbed mine. I could feel her other hand gropping for more of the buns. I reached blindly too and caught her arm. I pulled it back and reached for the plate again. She did too and we oth grabbed another bun squishing them in our hands.
Holding one another by the hair we ground the buns in each others faces. I tried to keep my mouth clamped shut tight but she forced the mess up my nose and I couldn’t breath so I had to open it. I got the bun and a couple of her fingers shoved in my mouth. We both got what was left of the buns and began trying to force them down one anothers throats as well as in the eyes and noses. When there were nothing but bits and crumbs we got both hands into each others messy hair and began pulling. Her blonde hair was a mess of that sticky goo that is in sticky buns and crumbs galore. I knew my hair was the same. We pulled each other around bending at the waist.
“Fucking bitch” Kris groaned.
“Fucking cunt” I replied.
This time Kris tripped us to the floor but when we stumbled we fell against the cabinets and she hit her head hard. We sprawled on the floor and I got on top of her easy. I banged her head on the floor as she pulled my hair. On the 3rd bang she let go of my hair and grabbed my arms and wrists.
“Stop, Stop” she yelled. I yanked her head side to side by her hair then let go. She let go of my arms and covered her head. I got up off her. The floor was covered with crumbs from the buns. I think Kris had more of the buns in her hair and her face then there were any where else. I knew I looked the same. When she didn’t get up to fight any more. I left her there and headed up stairs. I looked a fright in the mirror and climbed into the shower.
When I was done I put on a white terry cloth robe and only towl dried my hair. I could here the water running from the guest bath and assumed Kris was in there. I went down stairs and noticed her blouse and bra were gone as well as her purse.
While I was cleaning up the mess in the kitchen and putting the curtains back up in the sitting room the door bell rang.
I opened it to find Ginni. Her blonde hair was in a semi state and it had bits of grass in it. Her blue sweater was dirt and grass stained. One sleeve was pushed up but the other hung down as it was stretched way out of shape.. Her very tight jeans had dirt and grass stains on them. There were dirt stains on her one bare arm and a smudge on her cheek.
“Well, I guess Molly wasn’t as glad to see you as you thought” I half grinned.
Ginni stepped in to the foyer and I closed the door. I faced her with my arms folded across my chest. She stood facing me hands on her hips.
“I told you I’d come back bitch. You still want to fight me?”
A noise from the top of the stairs turned our heads. Kris was coming down. She was dressed but carried her bra and purse. Her hair was also only towl dried.
“I was wondering where you were.” Ginni asked her.
“We had a little desert. Didn’t we Diane” Kris told her.
“I guess you could call it that” I replied.
“I can guess you and Molly went at it” Kris said looking her sister up and down.
“Yes we did.” Ginni said never taking her eyes off mine. “ In her front yard. In fact I believe she is on her way here now. I told her I was coming here to kick Diane’s ass.”
“Good” Kris said putting her bra and purse on the foyer table. “ You take care of this bitch and I’ll take care of the oriental bitch”
Kris went out the front door. My car was out of the garage in the driveway. Kris’s car was behind mine and Ginni’s half in and half out of the driveway. Kris opened the garage door and stood just inside of it.
“Come on” Ginni said. “Lets go downstairs.”
I followed her down to the rec room. She struck the pose again with her hands on her hips. I stood across from her and opened up my robe showing her I was naked underneath it.
“You have an unfair clothing advantage on me. Give a minute and I’ll run upstairs and throw something on.”
“Don’t bother.” She replied sitting down on the sofa. “I’d only rip it off you.”
She pulled off her stiletto boots and tossed them aside. The heels still had clumps of grass on them. She pulled the blue sweater over her head and I saw what I had guessed from earlier that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her chest looked twice the size it did the other night. Then she leaned back on the sofa and un did those very tight jeans. She actually wiggled out of them and again I was right she had no underwear on. Her light blonde bush the same color as the light hair on her arms.
She stood up again with her hands on her hips. I dropped the robe and kicked it away.
“Do you want to fight or wrestle” she asked.
The thought of wrestling with her intrigued me but I said. “What ever happens happens.”
We put6 our hands up and slowly move together until we clenched fingers.
We twisted one another slowly back and forth and then bending over both dropped a hand and got our arms around each others necks.
We turned around a few times then bent further our huge chests swinging below us and went down on the floor.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh……………………….”
She almost got on top of me but I pulled my hand free from her grip and grabbed her blonde hair. With a groan she was rolled over on her back. She grabbed my arm then my wrist, then my hair.
My bush was still damp from the shower and I could feel our public hairs tangling. I remembered from the other night what she had done and I waited for her to start grinding into me. I tightened my arm around her neck and could feel her doing the same thing to me.
She let go of my hair and put her hand under my chin pushing my head back. Her arm came from around my neck and grabbed the back of my hair helping pull my head back.
I groaned as she rolled me over and climbed on top.
We were both breathing very hard already and we had hardly done any real fighting. I assumed it was because we had both been in a long fight just before.
I locked my legs around her one leg trapping it.
I slipped my free hand in between us and got it in her face gripping tight.
Kris heard the car door on the street and hurried foot steps coming up the driveway. As Molly passed in front of the garage door she came out and grabbed her arm.
“Where you going bitch”
She yanked Molly into the garage spinning her around.
Molly almost lost her balance on her heels but caught herself. Kris was on her in an instant. She grabbed Molly’s long hair and pulled. The oriental woman floundered blindly for a minute until her hands found Kris’s hair and finally realaized who she was.
The two of them pulled one another around the garage by the hair whipping heads back and forth and butting foreheads.
Kris got her up against the wall. Molly grabbed her upper arm and her sleeve ripped apart from the shoulder seam.
“Fucking bitch.” Kris cried.
Molly grabbed the front of her blouse and pulled it part. The blonde let go of her hair and grabbed the raven haired beautys top pulling down. The fabric ripped apart at the seams. Heads bent almost to the floor they got each other around the neck and went down on the concrete floor.
The two of them rolled over and over back and forth across the garage floor thru the oil stains from my car.
Struggling to their feet Kris pulled Molly around and spun her out the door.. She hit on the hood of my car. She stood up right just in time to catch Kris in a bear hug. With arms wrapped about one another they twisted off the car and down on the grass rolling over and over.
Kris’s blouse now added grass stains to the dirt and oil stains from the garage. Molly’sr top was already grass stained from her fight with Ginni.
Grunting and groaning the two of them were already also tired from the previous fights. Fabric ripped as they wrestled in the grass. High heels were kicked off.
“Ohhhh…bitch…”I’m going to tear you apart”
“The fuck you are bitch”
“Agggggggggggggmmmmmmmmm……………….”
“Shit bitch……….”
They finally got free form one anothers grip near the back yard. Kris’s blouse came off back further and lay on the grass. The two of them got to their feet and Kris pulled the rest of the torn top off Molly.
They both got a handful of each others hair and swung hands at faces.
“Fucking bitch.” SLAP
“Cunt…you cunt you.” SLAP
“OH…bitch.” SLAP
Grabbing hair again with both handsMolly and Kris staggered around the back yard.
My back yard backs up to woods so their fight would be private. There is also a small brook that runs out of the woods and along the back of my yard. It is only ankle deep.
Pulling hair they trip over the rocks boardering the brook and fall down in it.
SPLASH
Water splashes over Molly’s long hair and face with Kris on top of her. She rolls her over her getting Kris down in the water, her long wet hair with Kris’s hands in it dragging behind.
“Oh my God..” Kris cries out as water runs around her head soaking her hair and pants.
She wrestles Molly back over on her back. They are both completely soaked now.
Ginni gets the foot of her free leg in between my locked legs. We continue to push on each others faces with our hands and pull hair.
She forces her foot farther and farther in separating my locked legs from around her one leg. She lets go of my hair and grabs my wrist and pulls my hand from her face. I let go of her hair and grab her wrist pulling it from my chin. We roll several times struggling. She gets me down and now has my legs apart pushing her leg in between. Her ankles now lock around mine and she pulls my legs wide part.
“No you fuck” I yell fighting back.
I get her over on her back and let go of her wrist grabbing a huge tit. Ginni winces and grabs my wrist but then go for my breast. I grab her other tit and she gets mine and we squeeze and maul the huge mounds.
She gets back on top of me and tosses her blonde hair back as her hands work on my chest.
I grit my teeth and squeeze her breasts hard massaging them with my fingers and nails. I can feel her hardened nipples against my palms as I can feel my nipples on her palms.
Again I get back on top of her. My dark hair is covering my face. We both moan and groan loudly.
“Ohhhhhhhh.. God…”
“Mmmmmm………bitch..you bitch you.”
Our leg fight is temporarily ignored as we concentrate on one another’s huge breasts.
Ginni fights me off her and gets back on top. Her blonde hair is a wild mess as she pushes and pulls on my mounds. My hands are attacking hers just as hard.
“Let go of my tits bitch”
“Why don’t you try and make me you fucking whore.”
I get her half way off me but can’t get her over on her back. We struggle to our knees never letting go of each other huge breasts. Our hair covers both our faces and we have to keep tossing our heads back to see each other.. Ginni starts to stand up and I get up with her. Once on our feet I let go of one very red breast and delivery a ringing slap to her face.
SLAP.
“Oh you fuck you.”
She hits me back hard.
SLAP
“Ohhhh…..”
This time I swing my fist and catch her in the side of the face.
She takes two steps back letting go of my tits.
“I told you to let go of my tits” I say angerly
Ginni comes at me swinging her fists. We wade into each other heads leaning back as far as possible while fist fighting. When we get in to close to swing wildly we grab each other by the hair. We yank and twist each others heads back and forth and side to side. We pull one another onto the sofa. We land sitting side by side. I have her head bent at a real awkward angle.
“Had enough bitch” I growl.
She lets go of my hair and lands a hard punch to the side of my head. My hair hold on her eases up and she gets an arm around my neck.
“Fucking bitch…huh..fucking bitch” she growls back.
She pushes me over on my side and half leaning on me begins punching my head.
I get her hair by the back and pull her head back and with the other hand try and grab her wrist that’s hitting me.
She tightens her arm around my neck and keeps hitting. Luckly my face is buried almost in her chest so she is just hitting the top of my head but still it is taking its toll.
“Now who’s had enough….huh bitch now who’s had enough.”
I keep pulling her hair but I am losing my strength until finally I let go of her hair and just try to cover up.
Molly shoves Kris off of her and she falls backwards with a loud ..
SPLASH
She gets up and goes up on the grass dripping wet. Molly tackle her from behind down on to the grass.
“ Where do you think your going bitch” she says.
She rolls Kris over on her back and sits on her waist.
SLAP SLAP SLAP
Kris’s face rocks back and forth. Kris finally catches Molly’s wrist and dumps her off her. Still holding her wrists the two of them get to their feet. Molly’s jeans and Kris’s black dress pants squish out water. Molly’s long hair is plasterd to her face in strings as is Kris’s. Kris pulls her around and lets go. They both catch their balance and circle each other. When they get close enough they both rush in and get each other in a head lock pinning one another’s wet hair under their arms.
They both groan loud as they bend each other at the waist. Molly’s leg gets behind Kris’ and trips the two of them to the ground falling backwards.
“Ommmmppffff…………….” They hit the ground hard.
Their free hands grab each others forearms.
“Bitch”
“Whore”
:Slut”
“Cunt”
Molly throws her leg over Kris’s and rolls her onto her back getting on top. Kris pushes Molly’s arm up and rolls her over. The two of them roll and wrestle in the grass getting covered with grass, dirt, twigs and anything else that sticks to their wet bodies. Their moaning and groaning getting louder as they fight.
They both dig nails hard into one another’s forearms and tighten their headlocks.
As they both roll one another over in the grass their breasts press into each other mashing out the sides. Although Molly’s huge chest over whelms Kris’s, her nipples are rock hard and stab into the orientals fleshy mounds. Molly lets go of her arm and grabs one of her breasts squeezing.
“Fuck…….” Kris yells out. She lets go of Molly’s arm and grabs a huge orb. Molly wince as Kris’s fingers work back and forth on the flesh, digging and kneading, her nails leaving red welts across the huge mound.
They groan as they roll back and forth, their pants making watery squishing noises. The two of them fight each other to their knees. Their arms come from around one anothers necks and clasp hands. Molly peels Kris’s fingers from her tit and lock hands. On their knees facing each other their arms go wildly out to the sides and over their heads . Their bodies twist back and forth moaning and grunting and groaning struggling against each other.
“Ahhhhhh……ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………mmmmmmmmmm……”
Molly’s long black hair and Kris’s hair is plastered to their faces in stringlets. No tossing of heads will free it.
Their chests come together nipples stabbing into each other.
“Fuccccccccccck” Kris groans
“Ohhhh……shhhhiiitttttt………” Molly moans back.
Their hands locked tight they both concentrate on tit fighting, rubbing and grinding their orbs into one another. Although Molly has the bigger chest advantage, Kris’s breasts are causing her some pain.
“Fucking bitch” Ginni says letting go of me and getting up off the sofa.. “I told you I’d come back and fight you.”
I stay on the sofa covering my head. My ears are ringing from a few of her punches. When I chance at glance at her she is pulling her pants on. Our fight is over. Her blonde hair is still a wild mess from all the pulling I did to it. She gets her sweater and boots and gives me the finger and heads up stairs.
Ginni grabs Kris’s bra and purse form the table and goes outside. She checks around but can’t find Kris, except for heels and torn tops. Her looking leads her around back where now she hears grunting and groaning.
She comes running over as Molly and Kris are struggling.
“That’s it Kris get her”
Molly fears that Ginni is going to jump in and wonders where I am.. It is getting dark and Ginni can’t figure out where the two of them got so wet.
“That’s it Kris tear those tit’s off the bitch”
Ginni moves around and around both yelling encouragement to Kris.
Kris lets go of Molly’s hand and punches her tit.
The air goes out of her but she slaps Kris’s face hard.
SLAP
“Bitch” Kris yells grabbing Molly’s nipple and twisting it.
Pain shoots through her breast. She grabs Kris’s smaller breast and twist it making Kris wince but she lands a hard slap to Molly’s face again.
SLAP
Molly’s head rocks the other way back and forth.
SLAP SLAP
Molly finally puts an arm over her face and the other continues to twist Kris’s breast. Kris grabs her wrist and pulls her hand off her chest. She put Molly on the ground and puts her knee on her bicep. She moves up and puts her wet pants on Kris’s face. In a few seconds Molly is clawing at her arms chest and trying to get her face. Kris stays sitting on her a bit longer then slowly eases back. Molly has stopped struggling. Kris gets up slowly and kicks her in the ribs.
“Fuckkkkkk……..” she crys out rolling onto her side and into a ball.
“Good show” Ginni says patting Kris’s back.
Kris pulls her wet hair back from her face.
“Bitch. Not so much of a lesbian lover now are you.”
Her and Ginni head around the house and leave.
To be continued……