WILD GIRLS by
DeepOgre
Sexy Sasha Logan sat at the busy bar of a large, noisy
nightclub, casting her deep, blue eyes about furtively. She
sipped her Compari and soda casually. She was scoping out
the social situation of the North shore Maui bar in Kahului.
Sasha was there spending some time at her family’s home at
the beach, and seeking some adventure, which to Sasha meant
sexual fighting of almost any kind with a sexy rival. Sex is
great; but fighting with sex was the pinnacle of sexual
fulfillment for the fit, brunette beauty.
Sasha was five feet five inches tall, with full, athletic,
D-cup breasts that filled her chest and stood out firm and
broad. Her nipples alone belied her intense sexual
capacities. They were fully and inch long when aroused and
as thick as her thumbs. Sasha possessed thick, dark brown
hair that had a glossy sheen and a slight curl. It was so
thick that she could only wash and comb it. Her pubic bush,
shaped neatly atop a broad, thrusting mons, was even denser
and grew with a coarse quality that the hair of her head did
not have. It was wiry and tangled and she loved to grind
with it.
Beneath her protruding mons were thick, tough labia and a
clit that was the envy of most of her lovers or rivals. In
true, lesbian fashion she kept her fleshy labia bare, but
maintained her massed, oval pubic bush for grinding sex, and
to fight. Grinding her mons with other girls in rough,
violent sexual battle was perhaps her favorite obsession.
Sasha’s lovely, oval face had a delicate strength to it; a
firm jaw, lush lips and a strong chin. Her deep-set, azure
eyes seemed to glow with life and intense desires. One could
read her incredible sexual capacities in her determined
face. And her body, fit and athletic, could deliver her
desires physically. She was sexually insatiable and loved
rough, violent sexual confrontations with other willing
beauties. She possessed an arrogance and confidence that had
withstood numerous encounters with eager, sexy rivals and
had always carried her to victory. Sasha was immensely proud
of her thick pubic bush and had the utmost confidence in its
physical capacity to withstand any rival in a brutal,
grinding fight.
She had been talking with other sexy women since she arrived
a few days prior. She knew the places where women come to
meet and match. Though she had been in a number of
conversations with one, two, or groups of other beauties,
she had not found anyone willing and able to compare with
her. Two nights of hot sex was the best she had found. Sasha
appreciated sex, for sure. But she had an emotional urge to
fight. This night was no different than the others. She made
a few eye contacts, smiles and even some jealous glances,
but no one would found their way through Sasha’s radar to
her intimate desires.
But there were eager eyes feasting on the voluptuous
brunette. Another beauty with Sasha’s own desires and
arrogance was watching. And she was ready to take action, of
a sort. A Hawaiian waitress named Lana, whom Sasha knew
well, and who had given her some leads, approached her at
the bar and put down a Compari and soda.
“I didn’t order this.” Sasha said to her.
“I know.” Lana answered. “Someone else did though. And she
gave me a note for you.” She discreetly slipped a note to
Sasha on the bar.
“Before you read it,” Lana said, pressing her hand on
Sasha’s as she touched the note, “this girl is real; and I
would say she’s who you have been searching for; maybe even
more. I had not thought of her before, but I was talking
with her tonight and you came up in the conversation. She
was very, very interested in what I told her about you.”
“Why all the secrecy then?” Sasha queried.
“Her family is very rich Hawaiians and she can’t do anything
out in public. But she’s a grinder like you; and I know she
does it up on her property. The note is a challenge and
directions to her private place where you can meet her.”
“That’s great!” Sasha exclaimed. “I’ll meet her.”
“One more thing, Sasha.” Lana warned. “She has never lost a
fight. Never. I know that for a fact.”
“That makes it more exciting!” Sasha enthused. “Thanks,
Lana. “What does she look like?”
She’s your height, busty like you, very fit like you. I
think you’re an ideal match. She’s gorgeous, like you.” Lana
smiled. “And she’s a fighter. I know lots of girls, Hawaiian
and other who have fought her. A lot of European girls have
fought her. They have come here looking for her a lot. I
guess word of mouth and everything. So don’t say I didn’t
warn you if it doesn’t go your way.”
“I wouldn’t blame you if she beat me, Lana.” Sasha smiled.
“But I plan to beat her instead.”
“You’re going to accept then?” Lana asked. “Wow.”
“I wouldn’t miss this chance for anything.” Sasha assured
her. She pressed a twenty dollar bill into Lana’s hand and
smooched at her with her lips.
After Lana left, Sasha opened the note. It was indeed a
challenge from someone named Loni, and it gave her
directions for a meeting.
“You have been asking around for someone to grind with. I
can be that woman if we are discrete. I love grinding just
like you do. I have seen you and I would love to meet you to
grind our humps. I do not want to pussyfight. I want to
grind you face to face if that is acceptable. If you want to
fight me meet me on my land tomorrow at noon. Drive out on
37 and turn left on 371. After you pass Haliimaile, about 2
tenths of a mile, you will see a gated road on the right.
The gate will be open. After you enter it will close, but do
not worry. Drive in until you see a covered clearing. I will
meet you there and we will walk to where we can grind.”
The note was clear enough and Sasha decided to take a chance
and go to meet Loni. The Lana’s recommendation, she felt
that it was a real invitation. Sasha left the bar and went
home to get a good sleep and be ready for an aggressive and
violent grinding fight the next day. On the drive back to
her house, Sasha remembered how Lana talked about the
European girls fighting Loni. She had similar experiences.
One of her best fights had been with a French beauty with
thick, amber hair. They had ground their fat mons and ripped
out hairs, for hours. They had fought each other to
exhaustion, and Sasha had won only because she finally
rubbed a hole in the girl’s bush and got to her skin. Her
superior sexual pelage had won the fight for her; not mutual
pain. She wondered how her dense bush would fare against
Loni’s tomorrow. Who would win, and how?
Sasha left her house at 11:30 the next morning. The sky was
clear, but rain is always an afternoon possibility. She wore
purple shorts, a lavender Tee and sandals. Her thick hair
was pulled up and tied at the top. There are no really
distant places on Maui, but she had a little time to think
as she drove inland. Sasha’s thoughts were mostly about the
thrill she would have grinding with a beautiful stranger.
She had to deal with her nerves and the knowledge that
perhaps this latest rival would be one she could not beat.
But those thoughts were suppressed behind the real thrill
she felt in getting to fight naked and wild with a sexy
rival who wanted to grind their hairy mons together as much
as Sasha did. There were no doubts in her mind as to whether
she should fight Loni; just a wild, even perverse desire to
be naked with her in sexual violence. Sasha, deep inside,
had a chronic need to reassure herself of her sexual
superiority, and this was how she did it. She would meet
Loni and grind with her in mindless, rough sex until one of
them collapsed. Only them would the true cost of their
mutual boldness come back to collect one of them into its
debt.
Sasha passed Haliimaile just before noon. She found the
gated road and drove in. Her stomach churned with
anticipation and those pre-fight nerves that become visceral
desires once she is with her rival. As she drove up a slight
rise and topped it, she saw another car there. She turned
into the covered clearing and pulled up on the right side of
the car and saw that it was empty.
Sasha got out of her car and then spotted clothes draped
over a fence rail that formed part of the fencing for the
covered clearing. She went over and saw the red shorts,
flowered, T-shirt and sandals, and a note. It read:
“Leave your clothes here and come down the path to join me.”
Sasha picked up the red shorts and sniffed the crotch. They
were fresh but they had been worn by a woman, and she caught
the scent. It aroused her. She knew Loni was waiting for her
in the lush growth ahead. She stripped off her shorts and
shirt, and draped them over Loni’s. She slipped out of her
sandals, took a deep breath, and wiggled down the path. She
did not know quite what to expect, but she went willingly,
eagerly, to have her fateful meeting with her yet, unseen
rival.
Sasha ambled slowly. She did not know if she was being
watched, and she wanted to be at her sexiest. She really
wanted to have this encounter with Loni; grind mons with
her, body to body, sexing, struggling until one of them was
completely crushed. As she wiggled down the dirt path though
the trees, her heart beat rapidly in anticipation of Loni.
As she rounded a little downhill curve, there stood the
object of her desires and fears; a gorgeous, dark-skinned
Hawaiian beauty, voluptuous and arrogant, with her hips
askew, and one leg thrust out to the side. Sasha drank in
the visage of her rival with her searching eyes. She stopped
and struck her own pose of confidence.
Loni was Sasha’s height, just as busty, with breasts that
filled out her athletic chest. Her nipples were at least as
big as Sasha’s and dark brown. Sasha was instantly jealous
of them. She had curved thighs and full, round calves. Her
feet did not have the splayed toes of so many islanders.
Sasha’s toes were neat, curved and well-pedicured. Her long,
glossy, black hair fell well below her shoulders, but was
held back in a long, ponytail. Her dark eyes were big and
round and gleamed with intense emotion. Her pubic bush was
dense and all the coarse hairs grew towards the center and
culminated in a thick tuft of hair that jutted out in a long
wave. Sasha’s pubic hair was curly and evenly distributed
over her mons; but Loni’s was longer.
She and Sasha were ideal rivals and partners for what they
were about to do. Most likely, the only real difference in
them was the way their pubic bushed grew, and whose hairy
mons would survive the brutal grinding they were going to
do. Whose hair would be tougher; or perhaps, who could take
more pain from the mashing and scraping of their fat humps.
Since neither of them had ever lost a grinding fight, this
encounter would be the ultimate milestone for them both.
Only one sexy beauty could leave this meeting intact, and
they both knew it.
“Welcome. I’m Loni.” The exotic beauty said, smiling.
“I’m Sasha.” Her rival replied. “Thanks for inviting me up
here to grind with you.”
“Now that I see you, I am sure we will have a wild
afternoon, Sasha.” Loni said. “I want to grind with you,
Sasha. I hope you want me as well.”
“That’s what I came for, Loni, to get rough. I want you
totally; all the way.”
“I can promise you this will be rough.” Loni nodded.
“I can make you the same promise, Loni.” Sasha assured her.
Sasha deliberately advanced towards Loni, and the naked
Hawaiian beauty wiggled towards her in return. They walked
right into each other and kissed, pressing their firm bodies
and arching in response to the arousal each woman felt surge
up from within her. The kiss was lush. Their tongues
slithered together and pressed; their hands stroked each
others’ backs; their arched thighs pressed and mashed and
then their bulging, hairy mons mashed together. Both women
instinctively made a few, smooth undulations of their supple
hips, to grind together for a moment. Then they stepped back
to glare at each other. Knowing, confident smiles played
across their lovely faces. Their eyes glittered with
anticipation of what was coming. Both women knew everything
that was going to happen today, except one thing: who would
finally walk away with her ego intact. At least they thought
they knew everything.
“I don’t meet many girls with nipples as big as mine, Sasha.”
Loni said, almost as a distraction from the tension.
“We seem so much alike.” Sasha responded. “I think that is
why we’re going to be perfect partners.”
“I can’t imagine that any two women could be more closely
matched than us.” Loni agreed. “Are you ready to go all the
way with me?”
“I’m ready for everything you’ve got, girl.” Sasha assured
her. “I came here to grind with you; all the way.”
They stood for a moment, pressing and staring at each other.
Their eager eyes focused on their forests of thick, coarse
pubic hair that thrust out as wild and tangled as the dense
jungle growth around them. They were going to grind those
hairy humps together in brutal and bruising friction until
one of them succumbed to the other. Both of them had sought
it, and wanted to rub each other now, more than anything
else.
Loni stepped into Sasha and they embraced. They kissed, long
and wet; and their long tongues thrashed and slid together
within their open mouths. Their breath came in gasps through
their noses, pressed side to side. Their hands groped over
each others’ flawless bodies. They pressed in with their
hips and began to grind their hairy mons in slow circles.
They were standing in the middle of a small clearing along
the path, with lush, verdant jungle all around; and they
eagerly ground their hips to rasp and scrub their thrusting
mons and dense pubic bushes together. There was already
urgency to their incipient sexual moves. Both women were
aggressive and physical by nature. They would follow their
natural desires together. This would be rough sex from the
start. They plunged together, grinding hard, and listening
to the dense hairs scratching against each other. They
kissed and caressed and let their minds open to this
comparison of themselves that they so desired. In doing so,
their sexual arousal burst forth and they found themselves
working each other towards orgasm at a fantastic rate; just
what they wanted.
They thrust and ground their hips; they mashed their equally
massy breasts; their firm bellies mashed and popped apart in
urgent rhythm. Their arms wrapped around each others’ necks
and held them tight, giving their agile hips free movement
to grind their rasping mons tightly. Their protruding mons
ground from side to side, up and down and in opposite
circles, surmounting each other under bruising pressure,
stroking their clits below within their genital folds. Their
clits were taut and responding to every fleshy caress. They
ground together, forcing each other towards orgasm for
several minutes, without pause. Their pubic thrusts became
perfectly rhythmic, and they rubbed in pulsing, up and down
thrusts, reaching, and working together to climax.
Abruptly the moment arrived, and both thrashing strangers
erupted in shuddering, squealing orgasms together. They kept
grinding their hips through the violent jerks that wracked
their tightly-pressed bodies. They flailed their lovely
heads and pressed cheek to cheek as they spasmed together. A
thick strand of combined sex juices dripped heavily between
their legs, to the ground. It was visibly twirled with
Sasha’s white, and Loni’s yellowish sex juices, mingling but
not melding, as their hairy bushes would also do throughout
their sexual fight.
For a full minute the two eager jungle nymphs milked and
stretched their orgasm until it finally subsided. They
pressed limp and spent; gasping for breath and moaning with
pleasure. Their foreheads pressed and both women realized
they were with a sexual and physical partner that was
possibly an equal; or even superior.
“Come with me. I have a place for us.” Loni said. She took
Sasha’s hand and led her along the path to a small, grassy
clearing. There were several trees that grew with gnarled
branches that crossed and created a small nook. Lori had
some blankets over a thick bed of leaves. To the left, Sasha
noticed that the land dropped into a long, shallow hill
about fifty feet long, ending in a narrow culvert where the
grass grew longer and thicker. Unlike the shaded bower they
would be rubbing in, it was in the open.
“This is soft and natural.” Loni said. “I’ve used it many
times.”
“Oh I love fucking outside.” Sasha assured her. “This will
be so hot.”
“Sasha, we could fuck all day.” Loni said. “I know that. I
want to fight.”
“So let’s fight.” Sasha agreed. “Let’s get rough.”
Loni nodded, and pulled Sasha down into the blankets and
immediately rolled onto her. Sasha gasped but there was
nothing she could do. Loni spread her legs and then thrust
her hips down into Sasha’s and began to grind her hard.
Sasha pulled the Hawaiian beauty down to her and they kissed
while they ground their rasping mons, hard and fast. They
were not seeking merely sex now. They were engaging in
rough, violent sex, already thinking of hurting each other
and making their pubic fight start to take shape. They
eagerly ground their hips up and down, scratching their
dense pubic bushes together as hard as they could.
Sasha felt her hairs tangling and tugging at Loni’s. She
felt the two pubic nests flatten and for dense mats that
ground into each other audibly. They rubbed their mons right
on each other, hump to hump, creating the maximum pressure
they could. The protruding hills mashed and ground hard.
Sasha felt that her hair was as dense as Loni’s and she was
confident in grinding in tight with her. She felt Loni’s
firm breasts mashing hers; she heard their firm bellies
popping apart as they writhed; she felt their smooth thighs
pressing. She hooked her calves around Loni’s knees and held
on tight so she could thrust hard. She did not like Loni’s
trick of getting onto her, but she was reveling in the fight
with the Hawaiian nymph and enjoying the rough, grinding
pressure of their fat, hairy humps.
Loni pushed down into Sasha with her hips. Her firm butt
flexed and relaxed with every stroke she made. She and Sasha
held each other tightly around their necks, pressing their
lovely faces cheek to cheek. Their delicate ears were
pressed and they could hear each others’ grunts and moans
magnified, as well as the roaring of their hot blood
coursing through their undulating bodies. She felt Sasha’s
firm breasts resisting hers equally, and their taut,
distended nipples mashing and throbbing with arousal. There
was something special, irresistible, about their thick
nipples pressing and rubbing. It urged them on to greater
violence together. Loni felt Sasha’s furry mons tangling
with hers. She knew they were well matched and they would
have to grind hard and long for one of them to be damaged
enough to surrender. Loni had no qualms about grinding Sasha.
She knew from experience that she would prevail.
There was no moment of contact between those silky,
firm-muscled bodies that the two women did not experience to
its fullest. They felt every inch of their bodies mingling
and pressing. They ground together with ferocious desires.
They were not seeking mere orgasms now, but that is what
they got. Another rippling, squealing orgasm erupted between
them; almost simultaneously. They bucked and writhed and
emitted guttural screams, kissed and shuddered until Loni
lay still on Sasha. With just a little shove from her rival,
Loni rolled off, and for a minute, they lay side by side,
gasping and recovering their senses. But there was more on
their minds, and Sasha rolled up onto Loni to take her turn
in the aggressor’s position. Loni wrapped around her and
they began to thrust and writhe again. Sasha ground down
into Loni in circles, and the exotic beauty ground back in
opposite circles. Their rasping mons scratched and rubbed
all over each other. Their peaks passed and mashed hard,
evoking groans from both women. Then the pressed side to
side and slid around to complete the circle with one mons
over the other. Pain was building as they thrust into each
other with bruising pressure. But the pain still felt good,
and another orgasm slowly grew within their responsive
bodies. It took time; more time now. They worked on each
other hard, grinding and coursing together, hump to hump.
Each beauty could feel hairs being torn off as they raked
their hairy humps through each other. They could feel the
pressure causing more pain and discomfort all within their
crotches. But they were together to fight, compare and wreck
each other and that was their intent.
Sasha and Loni writhed together in constant, pubic friction
for well over five minutes before another orgasm spewed from
them pungent cunts. It boiled up with in them and they
thrashed together violently, seeking to prolong it, and
drain each other sexually. They milked it for over a minute,
kissing and gripping each other with frantic fury. Muffled
squeals of delight erupted from their inosculated mouths.
The jerking, writhing spasms between them gradually subsided
and they lay together, still kissing and caressing, until
with one final exhalation, Sasha rolled of her rival and lay
gasping beside her. She knew that Loni would now take her
next turn on top and they would grind harder and more
intensely.
Loni did roll up onto a willing Sasha and began to grind
down into her. Sasha gripped Loni around her neck and hooked
her calves over Loni's knees and the two naked beauties once
more ground their hairy crotches up and down, rasping off
copious pubic hairs. Their dense pubic bushes meshed,
tangled and ground hard. The hairs scraped through each
other, cutting and chopping each other off as they ground
together. It was a physical battle, using sexual means, and
it was having the intended effect on both women's mons.
Just as the writhing, naked women were getting into another
rhythm, there was a distant roll of thunder, and the first
drops of a drenching, summer rain began to patter on the
leaves around them. At first they ignored it; grinding into
each other violently. They were absorbed in their vicious
battle of mons, and only when the warm rain began to strike
them directly did they pause.
"I suppose you will want to stop because of the rain." Loni
grunted.
"No way!" Sasha interjected. "Just keep grinding."
Loni happily complied. The rain did not worry her at all.
The succulent women writhed together in mutual friction,
abrading each others' hairy humps with vicious strokes while
the increasing rain fell on them and all about them. It did
not relieve the sultry heat of the day; it merely caused
more humidity. The two women sweated profusely as they
squirmed together. The rain merely washed off the sweat as
it poured onto the skin. They ignored the heat and the
sweat, and eagerly ripped and gouged their furry mounds with
unabated violence. Mons ground into mons and the hairs
rasped in audible grating sounds. Genital depilation was
their mutual goal, and one of them would most likely achieve
it before the fight was over.
As Loni and Sasha thrashed and wiggled together in their
naked, grinding violence, water began to pour into their
expansive depression and Sasha was splashing in it with her
thrusts and humping.
"This is too much." she complained. "Let's get out of this
hole."
Loni grunted her assent, gripped Sasha tightly and they
rolled up out of the covered depression out into the full
torrent of the warm rain. They rolled twice until they were
clear, then locked up again and resumed grinding their
soaked, woolly mons together in the soft, deep grass. They
ground together viciously, thrashing wildly together and
humping each other with powerful thrusts. The rain seemed to
make them fight harder. Sasha was still, willingly on the
bottom, thrusting up at Loni as their furry mounds tore
through each other. They were no longer kissing; merely
pressing their faces in their brutal exertions. The tepid
rain spattered onto their naked bodies and soaked their dark
hair. Water flowed down their lovely faces, pressed so
tightly cheek to cheek. The writhing beauties grimaced and
grunted as they fought viciously in the steaming downpour.
They were on the slight downhill grade that Sasha had
noticed earlier. It was not steep enough to cause them to
roll, but it made rolling easy; and as Loni tired, Sasha
immediately mounted her and started humping hard. Loni
groaned and wrapped around Sasha with her legs and arms, and
thrust hard with her hips. She met Sasha with equal strokes
and their tightly mashed mons grated together with
increasingly damaging friction. The still eager beauties
moaned from the burning pain in their hairy mons, and
writhed in growing discomfort as the heavy rain teemed down
into the field where they squirmed together, naked and wild.
They crushed their fat, furry humps together and ground them
with brutal force, evoking squeals of anger and pain from
each other. They fought without reason or thought. Their
minds were focused on the complex sensations of their bodies
writhing together, and the pain in their crotches. They did
not pause to ponder the situation or why they were both
perfectly willing to go on fighting in the teeming rain;
dirty and muddy and naked to the sky above. They merely
fought, because that was what each perverse beauty desired.
They rolled into a flat area and sat up together. Dirty and
soaked, they wrapped their firm legs around each others'
butts. They embraced fiercely and drove their mons together
in brutal, mashing friction. They humped and thrust, nose to
nose, plump breasts tightly mashed and nipples still
tingling each other with mutual pressure. They flailed their
heads in pain as they thrust their swollen mons into each
other hard, and then rasped them together with wicked
thrusts of their squirming hips. Sasha looked into Loni's
dark eyes and saw spite, anger, jealousy and pain. Loni saw
in Sasha's brown eyes, similar emotions, and both women
realized that this fight had become serious in its level of
violence. They were genuinely hurting and damaging each
other with their bruising, grinding thrusts. Their mons were
scraping each other bare, and crushing together in agonizing
compression. That was what each intended for the other, and
so each vicious beauty tried her best to hurt her writhing
partner.
Slowly, with time, the ferocious beauties rolled down the
hill in stages, as one and then the other flopped onto her
rival. They writhed and rolled almost fifty yards as they
fought. They writhed and wiggled with such intensity that
they found themselves head down on the hill, bouncing their
butts up and down on each other with pounding impacts. They
squealed in pain and gripped each others' sopping hair with
desperate fingers. Their lovely faces mashed and their
cheeks pressed and distorted as they grimaced in pain and
exertion. The battle seemed drawn, and almost impossible to
resolve.
Over two hours passed as the naked, humping, grinding women
worked their way down the long hill in their ceaseless
friction; mons brutalizing mons. The rain did not cease
until they were almost in the depression at the bottom. The
grass was deeper there and the two, thrashing sexfighters
almost buried themselves in the muddy morass. They were
covered with dirt, grass and mud. They wallowed together in
naked abandon, grinding their chafing mons. There were no
visible hairs lying about as there would be in a bed. But
hundreds of crisp, dark hairs had been chopped off in the
brutal grinding. The question that both women wanted to
answer was who was losing more? Their pain told each of them
that she was getting damaged from the brutal grinding. But
they could not tell who was being damaged more. Although
they were worried about that, they were still in a vicious
mode of sexual battle, casting all caution aside to fight
and hurt each other, grinding mons. They rubbed and thrashed
together with mindless fury, raking their tightly mashed
pubic humps into each other. Until one of them crumpled
against the other, they would keep grinding their swollen
mons.
Loni was on top when they eventually reached the bottom of
the hill. She thrashed and pumped down onto Sasha for
several minutes before she collapsed in exhaustion. Sasha
was tired too by now, from hours of grinding, and she could
only at first, roll Loni off her and lock up side by side
and grind. They both lifted their free legs and pounded
their aching humps together with brutal blows. They hit them
several times, and then ground them hard before falling
back. They repeated those brutal flurries for long
pain-wracked minutes, floundering in the mud and thrashing
down grass all around them as they smashed and ripped their
hairy crotches together. Both girls got brief glimpses of
their rivals' damaged mons as they drew back to pound them.
Each saw that her hated enemy had lost a great deal of pubic
hair from her mons. Each was in danger of being rubbed bald,
and then being rubbed raw. But the sight was encouraging to
each beauty, as she declined to consider that her own hairy
hump was probably as seriously damaged. The sight propelled
them to greater efforts as they pounded their pussies
together in the mud.
Loni made an effort to get on top again, but Sasha had a
slight angle in her favor and was able to throw her right
leg up and roll onto the Hawaiian beauty. Loni grunted as
Sasha's weight fell upon her, but she did not hesitate to
start grinding her mons up and down against Sasha's. Both
naked women were so muddy and wet that their mutual
undulations smeared mud all over their exposed bodies. Their
bellies were even slippery with mud, and their navels popped
apart with wet, sucking slurps as they undulated their hips.
They groaned and shouted guttural screams as their chafing
mons damaged each other more with each, brutal rasp. Sasha
tried to hurt Loni and overwhelm her, but the exotic beauty
resisted and held on until Sasha tired and her hips ceased
to thrust, and she collapsed on Loni in an exhausted heap.
The naked, writhing confrontation became a series of short,
vicious flurries on the part of determined women, changing
the top position frequently, writhing in the oozing mud and
clinging grass. They were frantic in the level of violence
hey committed on each other. Loni took the top, and she
anchored her upper body by wrapping her arms around Sasha's
neck and plunging her hips hard, up and down into Sasha's
upward thrusting mons. The bulging humps grated through each
other and the thrashing beauties screamed in agony. Sasha
gripped Loni with equal ferocity, holding her upper body
tight, mashing their breasts together, while their slapping
hips played a violent, mutual tattoo on each other. Loni
smashed her hips down onto Sasha's thrusting mons until she
lay exhausted, stunned and gasping for breath. The pain was
becoming enormous for both desperate women. Sasha rolled
onto Loni and took her turn trying to physically overwhelm
the Hawaiian beauty with the violence of her pounding,
ripping lunges. Their damaged mons rasped loudly as they
writhed in the tall grass and mud. They were caked with
thick, sticky dirt and fragments of grass. Their wet hair
was smeared with dirt and still dripping from the rain.
Back and forth, the two seemingly-equal sexfighters flopped
onto each other and plunged together with their agile hips.
Their mashed mons scraped each other, tore off hair and
abraded skin. They did not always grind point to point on
each other. Often they were rubbing the sides of their
thrusting humps. So there was skin on skin contact, as well
as hair and skin grinding together. The writhing beauties
sought to hurt each others' sex as much as possible, and
each beauty opened her legs to allow it. They sought to
damage each others' hairy mounds and force humiliating
surrender. So far, neither woman could make the other yield
at all. Fear of collapse was rising in both women though.
Each could feel her limits approaching and frantically
sought to hurt her naked rival as much as possible before
she reached them herself. They changed top to bottom
repeatedly, as one collapsed and the other desperately
sought her next chance to get on top and aggressively damage
her rival with vicious grinding of their bruised and burning
mons. They sought every angle to rub together. The pain was
almost overwhelming for both women but they thought only of
fighting each other, hump against hump. Although they could
not actually grind their clits together in that position,
they could and did grind their fleshy clitoral hoods, and
those thick, nubs were red and raw as well.
The naked beauties cried and thrashed their lovely heads as
they rubbed. They arched, quivered, shuddered and squealed
as they ground together. Their big, plump breasts were
almost numb from being crushed together for so long. Their
nipples were still distended, but only from the intense,
contact and the emotions they evoked in the struggling
beauties' minds. Sasha, on the bottom, thrust up in
fanatical fury to meet Loni's pounding blows. Loni, when on
the bottom slammed her ample hips up to meet Sasha's
downward impacts. Some of their wild flurries consisted of
pounding their hairy humps together as hard as they could.
Some of them were grinding thrusts; some were still in slow,
hard circles, to inflict pain on each other. So far, each
impetuous beauty was meeting the other's most violent
impacts and friction with equal violence.
Several times they lay on their sides and pounded their
crotches together with mutual thrusts of their supple hips,
slopping loudly in the thick mud and grass. They met each
others' brutal impacts in frantic rhythm, and the wet, slaps
of their bellies and mons resounded in the little hollow
where they lay. Then one, or the other, would get some
slight advantage from the pounding and mount her rival to
aggress with her damaged mons, and attempt to stun and hurt
her rival into submission; always without success.
Sasha was swooning, failing in the grass and mud as she
tried to keep up with Loni's violent grinding. She was
fighting almost mechanically, thrusting, grinding into Loni,
whether she was on the top or bottom. She had never been
this far into the pain and agony of grinding before. She was
fearful that she had met her match and would crumple against
this exotic, determined Hawaiian.
Loni was worried too. She was fighting someone who just kept
coming no matter how hard she tried to hurt her. She had
never fought anyone so determined and violent. Sasha's
pounding, ripping blows were beginning to tell on her, and
Loni steeled herself to accept more pain than she had ever
experienced in a grinding battle. This brutal, confrontation
of bodies and cunt hair was still completely undecided. But
whatever was going to happen, it was not far off. Both
perverse beauties had sought this moment and now it was upon
them.
The sobbing, frightened females writhed in the thick mud,
and suddenly the rain returned in its torrents. It fell into
the steamy grass in great, streaming gobbets, and engulfed
the two oblivious sex fighters. Loni was on top, and she
ripped her mons against Sasha's with all the violence she
had left in her failing frame. She tried with all her
remaining endurance to pound and rip Sasha into submission,
but her powers failed before she could take the squealing
beauty to her limits. The pain was blurring Loni's vision,
and she began to falter on top. Sasha was thrusting up hard
and suddenly felt Loni's blows lessen in power. Suddenly the
legendary sex fighter collapsed on Sasha, moaning and
shuddering. Sasha sensed that Loni had failed from sheer
pain. She sensed a moment that she could use for one, final
effort to wreck Loni's hairy hump and her will to fight. She
rolled the island beauty off, and forced herself to mount
her. She trembled in agony as she pressed her naked form
down on Loni and began to rip her mons violently down. At
first, Loni replied with equal violence, and they thrashed,
screaming and cursing, as they plunged their damaged, hairy
humps through each other.
“You fucking Haoli!” Loni shrieked, thrusting desperately
into Sasha.
“You stupid, ugly bitch!” Sasha shouted hoarsely, ripping
her mons down into Loni's with all her strength.
For more than a full minute they thrust and rasped their
hairy mons with such violence that their scratching and
scraping could be heard above the sheets of rain that
engulfed them. Without warning, Loni thrust her hips up and
held them there; paralyzed with pain and trying not to
faint. Sasha was swooning from the pain herself, but she
sensed that fateful moment and she ripped her burning mons
against Loni's immobile hump, using it as a target for her
brutal, gouging impacts. She spent her final conscious
effort to rip and tear into Loni's damaged mons. She counted
her strokes; five, sex seven eight, nine; and Loni
collapsed. She crumpled beneath Sasha and clamped her legs
shut. She fought to turn away so that Sasha could not grind
into her any more.
“No, no, no” she squealed. “No more.” She utterly broke and
began to sob.
Sasha was swooning with pain, still mechanically thrusting
and pounding; but she finally realized she had won. She had
beaten Loni at the last minute; with her final effort. She
rolled off the sobbing Hawaiian and sat up to keep herself
from total collapse. She leaned back on the hill for
support. The heavy downpour ran off her face and body, but
now it felt good. It revived her. She looked down at Loni,
who lay supine, legs open and hands covering her face. She
saw the bald patch on the defeated beauty's mons. It was
substantial and centered just where that dense wave of hair
that she had feared, had crested. Sasha looked down at her
own, damaged mons, but she saw that she still had some hair
where she had rubbed Loni the most; right on the top. Her
mons had beaten Loni's; ground off her hair and seared her
skin until the exotic beauty had collapsed from pain and
damage. That was just what both women had tried to do to
each other in this vicious battle of friction and pubic
hair; and Sasha had succeeded. That was the only way this
vicious struggle could have ended. Neither fit, athletic,
determined woman would have surrendered until she was too
damaged by her rival to continue fighting. The better pussy
had won this epic encounter. Sasha laughed and raised her
arms weakly in victory as the rain splattered on her superb
body, cleansing it of sweat, mud and sex juices. She
suddenly felt incredibly powerful. She leapt to her feet,
straddled the crumpled Hawaiian beauty, thrust her arms up,
raised her face to the raining sky, and shrieked in victory
as Loni sobbed beneath her; broken and humiliated.
Sasha was exhausted. She knew she did not want to stay here
in the rain. She had to get back up the hill and to her car.
Suddenly, Loni was distant in her mind. She was the past.
Sasha turned away from the supine, defeated beauty, because
she simply did not matter any more. She staggered up the
hill, and took the path back to her car. The teeming rains
laved her body of much of the mud; but her hair was caked
with dirt. She could not drive naked, so she donned her
shorts and T shirt and drove home to bathe and revel in the
memories of this most violent and satisfying encounter with
the best grinder she had ever met. Sasha lay back in her big
tub, carefully cleaning her body. She could still feel
echoes of Loni writhing against her, grinding her and
pounding her. But Sasha knew that she was better than Loni.
And she totally believed that she would be better than the
next gorgeous stranger who dared embrace her and grind mons
with her to the finish; in bed or in the mud. That moment
would certainly come.
THE END