STORE ROOM
CONFRONTATION - Part 7
by AVIDMIKE
Rhonda’s thick, warm hair still curtained around Christina’s
head, hotly caressing her face and ears as the redhead
loomed over her. Now she felt Rhonda’s firm sex pressing
fully down against her own; she felt the pressure build on
her breasts and stomach as the redhead allowed her weight to
press down more and more fully onto the brunette. She felt
the cocktail waitress’s silky thong crotch begin to slide
against the nylon of her shorts and a flush of sexual heat
ignited her hot and sweating crotch. “You fucking whore,”
she murmured as Rhonda slid her crotch upward, pressing her
pubic bone and mound across Christina’s. She rotated her own
pelvis to bring her pussy into position against Rhonda’s and
both girls slowly felt each other out, focusing all their
minute attention on the textures, hills and valleys of each
other’s sexual geography. For all the viciousness of the
contest so far Christina couldn’t help being overwhelmed by the
feel of Rhonda’s sex against her own and the soft weight of
the cocktail waitress’s curvy, voluptuous body undulating on
top of her. Rhonda grunted as she continued to press her
crotch against Christina’s and the brunette felt the redhead’s
nipples lengthening and hardening to invade her lolling
breast tissue once more. Her own nipples here stiffening as
well, in response to both Rhonda’s pussy press and the enemy
digits stabbing into her throbbing breasts, but Rhonda had
gravity on her side and any pelvic thrusting or press of her
own breasts back against the redhead’s would be purely
defensive. Her legs were bent painfully under her, her back
arched to its limit, her abdominals crunched hard against
Rhonda’s in a struggle to keep thrusting back up against the
body smothering her. Rhonda’s face caressed hers, the cruel
mouth brushed against her grimaced lips one more time, hair
teased her flushed face and neck. If she didn’t do something
the redhead would have her way with her, softly rape her on
the storeroom floor.
Christina slid her hands down Rhonda’s back and once again
gripped the other girl’s thong straps. This time she yanked
them up hard, ripping the redhead’s thong crotch up until
she knew it must be riding up far between her clenched ass
cheeks. Rhonda screeched and bucked savagely on top of her,
almost making the attack more costly than simply succumbing
to Rhonda might have been. But the wedgie succeeded as the
redhead’s wild thrashing sent her toppling over to Christina’s
side, allowing her to wrestle her way back into an equal
position on the floor with the cocktail waitress. She hugged
Rhonda to her, bracing her forearms against the girl’s lower
back while her hands still clutched and tugged at the wispy
straps of the thong. “I’m going to cut you on two, you big
whore!” she snarled as the two women violently wrestled for
position in the cramped space of the aisle.
“You dirty fucking bitch,” Rhonda growled against her. “If
you want to go that way so will I.” Christina felt the other
girl’s long nails rake down her back until they hit her
buttocks, and she heard a shrill hissing sound as the claws
ripped long runs in the nylon hugging her cheeks. She yanked
smugly at Rhonda’s thong in reply, certain the other girl
wasn’t about to do the tight, shielding material of her
shorts any harm. Then Rhonda’s fingers suddenly dug down the
center of the underwear’s back, ripping into the valley
between her sweating buns. There was little effect at first
but the redhead continued to dig, claw and shred into
Christina’s
ass cleavage until the brunette could feel the kiss of cold,
fresh air on the bare, moist skin of her buns. She realized
that the other girl was splitting her shorts, opening up a
wide aisle of naked, vulnerable flesh for her to attack. She
knew now that both of them had committed themselves to
fighting even dirtier than either had imagined when this
whole thing had begun. She suddenly felt Rhonda’s fingers
sliding between her flexing buns, invading a part of her
that had never seen the light of day. “Stop wedging me or
I’m going up your ass, you cunt,” the redhead growled.
Maintaining her hold on one strap of Rhonda’s thong,
Christina
quickly dug her free hand between Rhonda’s flexing buns. Her
fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric of the redhead’s
thong crotch from the rear until she could feel the swell of
the cocktail waitress’s lower vulva. Rhonda shuddered
against her as she slid her fingers into the groove between
her labia and fingered the redhead’s sweatily moist but so
far unlubricated sex; her thumb hovered over Rhonda’s
exposed butt, ready to invade it as well. “Go ahead and I’ll
rape your ass and more, baby,” Christina said with all the menace
she could muster.
“I’m not bluffing, whore,” Rhonda said dangerously.
“Neither am I,” Christina replied. The girls lay locked together
in a deadly standoff for several tense seconds before
Christina
suddenly felt herself violated. Her ass clenched around the
invading finger and she screeched in outraged fury before
plunging her own digits up into Rhonda’s vagina and anus.
The redhead squealed and bucked violently against her, and
the two big girls thrashed against each other on the dark
floor, wet hair whipping each other’s faces, sweating
breasts colliding purely by accident rather than design now
as each fighter tried to ride her enemy’s probing fingers,
limiting damage to themselves as much as possible while
applying as much pressure to her opponent’s secret regions
as possible.
“Get your fucking fingers out of my ass you filthy gutter
whore!” Christina snarled as she jammed her upper body against
Rhonda’s big breasts.
“I’ll do it when you stop finger-fucking me, you dirty
goddamned bitch!” Rhonda yelled back at her. Neither girl
cared any longer who heard the ongoing showdown; Christina
guessed it was by now so late that no one was on the street
outside to hear the combat. She felt Rhonda’s fat tits slap
hers before mashing up above them across Christina’s collarbone;
enraged, she twisted down until one of the warm glands was
in striking distance and sank her teeth into the soft meat,
chewing and mauling the enemy globe ravenously. The added
assault made the redhead thrash and buck against her with
even wilder intensity, and she suddenly felt herself on her
back, forced against the nearby shelves with the cocktail
waitress’s body bearing down on hers. Rhonda’s soft hair
covered her face and she realized the other girl was bending
downward; it wasn’t long before she felt the other girl’s
teeth clamping down on her own left breast. Rhonda chewed on
the quivering gland just as Christina had, biting hard enough to
leave a mark and cause Christina sharp discomfort, but not enough
to draw blood. Then she pulled away and forced her face back
up against Christina’s as if daring her to reciprocate. It was as
if each girl had silently warned the other that dirty as
this catfight was getting, it could get still dirtier.
Christina struggled to keep pressure on Rhonda’s ass and cunt,
noting with satisfaction that the labial folds wrapped
around her fingers had grown slippery with sexual heat.
Knowing that she was making the big redhead hot with all
this fighting only added to her determination to humiliate
the cocktail waitress once and for all, to dominate the
other woman in a way she would never forget. She would never
look Rhonda in the face again without the knowledge that she
had defeated and embarrassed her rival one on one in
private, just their two naked bodies in total opposition.
She had always been impressed, maybe even intimidated by the
redhead’s voluptuousness, her long legs and wasp-thin waist
and her lioness’s main of brilliant red hair. Now she would
be able to look at the other girl as a defeated opponent who
would never dare to challenge her again.
Just as she smugly wrapped her thoughts around that image
she felt Rhonda’s fingers impale her ass ever deeper, and it
was she who thrashed uncontrollably against the
sweat-drenched body of her enemy. Both girls’ voices became
unintelligible as they unleashed a torrent of screeches,
moans and mangled curses into each other’s heated faces.
Finally the gyrations of Rhonda’s pelvis tore Christina’s fingers
out of her orifices and Christina managed to escape Rhonda’s
clutching fingers at the same time. “You’re a fucking naked
bitch now, honey!” Rhonda snarled at her, viciously ripping
at Christina’s buttocks with her nails until Christina felt the
remaining tatters of her nylon shorts disintegrate under the
assault. She faced a tougher job disposing of Rhonda’s
damaged but still functional thong, and she had to hug the
bucking redhead to her in the dark and focus all her
strength on tearing the stressed elastic straps of the
undergarment from the redhead’s hips. Twisting sideways, she
managed to throw Rhonda’s body to the other side of the
aisle and dive on top of her, immediately feeling her way
down the redhead’s slippery belly until her fingers curled
into the other girl’s thick bush. Rhonda hissed and wasted
no time in locating Christina’s pubic hair with her own fingers.
Both girls curled around each other, wrapping each other up
into a sweating ball of long limbs as they tugged viciously
at each other’s pubic tufts. Christina grabbed a breast with her
free hand and dug her nails into the offending flesh,
twisting around to take several deeper, sucking bites of her
enemy’s tit flesh. Rhonda immediately took a similar tactic,
pulling Christina’s head back by the hair so she could sink her
teeth into the brunette’s jutting breasts with impunity. The
duelists mauled each other with abandon, and Christina added fuel
to the fire by flicking her free fingers across Rhonda’s
swelling vulva beneath her hot bush and teasing her aroused
sex, forcing hisses of passion from the redhead. She quickly
felt the other girl’s fingers brush and rub against her own
swollen sex lips in retaliation, and she moaned as she tried
to maneuver her hips out of range of Rhonda’s attacking
hand.
Both girls twisted and thrashed in the darkness, striking
elbows, knees and heads against the hard floor and shelves
several times; Christina could feel herself bruising with the
impacts but she continued to fight, knowing Rhonda was in as
much pain as she was. The battle had become furious,
animalistic now that the last shred of clothing had been
torn from their dueling bodies. Christina finally managed to pin
Rhonda and land solid, crushing punches into her hard
stomach and ribs before the redhead kicked her off. Both
girls struggled to their feet and collided in a series of
thrashing, punching blows. In the near total darkness
connecting with fist or open hand was almost a matter of
luck but both girls managed to get in a few solid blows
before they backed off, panting in exhaustion. Christina stood
naked in the darkness and both girls were silent but for
their labored breathing. The bartender could already feel
welts and scrapes starting to sting her skin where Rhonda
had attacked her. She had reached her limit in at least one
way.
“Are you ready to finish this, bitch?” she said into the
impenetrable blackness.
“I’m ready for you any time you want,” Rhonda replied.
Christina
closed her eyes and homed in on the sound of the voice. She
reached back and sent her open hand swinging forward with
deadly accuracy and was rewarded with the impact of the
redhead’s cheek on her palm and a whip crack sound that
echoed through the storeroom as Rhonda staggered backward.
“I owed you that, whore,” she said, turning around and
stomping her way out of the storeroom. As she headed back
toward the bar she flicked the main light switch and
squinted momentarily as the neon and fluorescent lights of
the bar hit her dilated pupils. She strode into the cool air
of the bar and her eyes were caught by an illuminated clock:
It was three a.m., and they had been fighting for more than
an hour. She caught a glimpse of her naked form in the
mirrors that lined the bar walls; she had certainly never
seen herself nude in this context before, her curves
caressed by a riot of blue, yellow and orange light. Her
hair was a dark, matted tangle, sweat-drenched dark curls
plastered to her forehead, temples and neck. Her tawny,
tanned skin was flushed and red, and the shockingly pale,
perfectly round globes of her breasts were bright with teeth
marks and a kiss of lipstick from Rhonda’s mouth, as well as
the long streaks of nail marks, all set around her starkly
brown nipples and aureoles. Similar scars marked her flat
belly and the trail of four long fingernail marks extended
from just below the black slit of her navel down into the
white, untanned triangle that bounded her black jungle of
pubic hair. As shocking as the wounds appeared, even to her
Christina’s battered body now sported an animalistic sensuality,
like some uncivilized jungle girl on the hunt.
She spun just in time to see Rhonda stalking toward her from
the storage room and office doorway. If Christina looked like a
jungle girl, Rhonda looked like some primitive goddess, she
thought as the cocktail waitress strode toward her. She had
never so much as seen the redhead in a swimsuit, let alone
totally nude like this. Her big, pale body looked immaculate
in the neon lights, her freckles washed out by the orange
cast of the lighting so that she looked like a living statue
of pure white marble. Her big, pink-nippled breasts rippled
as she walked, showing off the battle scars of bite and claw
marks Christina had given her, and as she got closer the brunette
could see more long nail marks and bruises disrupting her
otherwise perfect skin. Christina backpedaled and Rhonda slowed
her approach, letting the bartender get a good look at her
from close up. After the long, intimate battle in the
darkness Christina had gotten to know Rhonda by touch, sound and
smell, and for all her impressive body, for all the imposing
weight of those massive breasts, for all her muscle and
bitchiness she was just another girl’s body when there was
no face to focus on. But now Rhonda approached her in the
light again, the sheen of her gorgeous red hair framing her
long, delicately modeled face, a contrast of cruelty and
girlish vulnerability. For all the heat, sweat and violence
her tangled, damp hair was still strikingly beautiful, her
body perfect despite its battle scars, long pink nipples
erect, chest thrust out arrogantly, her supple belly tensed
for action. Christina’s glance drifted down to the full, flaming
red bush she had torn at only a few minutes earlier and
mentally measured the triangular jungle of fur against her
own. She had always thought Rhonda just seemed a bigger girl
than her in general: taller, bustier, leggier. Now, facing
her down nude, the other girl seemed still staggering, but
somehow equivalent, a match for Christina no matter where on
their two bodies she compared them.
She looked back up into Rhonda’s eyes just in time to see
the other girl’s green orbs flicking downward to study
Christina’s body, obviously taking in her long brown thighs, her
black bush strikingly contrasted against the pale skin of
her bikini tan line, her hardened, toned belly and jutting,
forward-thrusting breasts. She snidely let her gaze rest on
Christina’s chest for a moment, maybe mentally gauging
Christina’s
big, brown nipples against her own stiff pink pair, before
meeting Christina’s gaze again. They had savaged each other,
violated each other, but the issue had clearly not been
settled. Everything in the hard set of Rhonda’s lovely
features said she wanted more. “Take a good look, bitch,”
she said, raking her own brown eyes up and down across the
supple contours of Rhonda’s body.
“I’m looking and I’m not impressed,” Rhonda retorted.
Christina took a step forward and Rhonda herself stepped forward
to match her; for a second their four throbbing, aching
nipples touched and each girl hissed at the contact. “I’m
still here, honey, and you haven’t won yet.”
Rhonda glared into her eyes, and then suddenly turned away
and headed toward the bar, lifting up the wooden section
that allowed bartenders to enter the confined serving space.
Eyeing Christina challengingly, she opened a bottle of bourbon
and pulled two glasses from an overhead rack. “Let’s have a
drink to me beating your big cunt, Christina,” she said coldly.
Christina walked slowly forward through the opening in the bar,
then reached back and tilted the wooden section back in
place, sealing off their escape. It was only fitting that
they fight here, she thought, the place they both wanted for
themselves. A thick rubber mat, slightly sticky from spilled
beer, was beneath her feet. Surrounding them on all sides
were empty glasses and bottles of liquor. It would be
impossible for them to fight violently in this space, which
was barely eight feet long by five feet wide, without
breaking dozens of glass containers and seriously injuring
themselves. Even as the cool air raised goose bumps along
her body, Christina’s heart pounded at the danger both women had
placed themselves in. This was a far deadlier arena than the
storeroom corridor.
She took the glass from Rhonda and raised it to her lips,
watching as the redhead did the same. Rhonda had served them
both up a good belt. Staring at each other, each girl gulped
back the harsh, stinging beverage and Christina immediately felt
the flush of warmth spreading out from her stomach as the
alcohol began to penetrate her system. Rhonda swallowed all
of her drink, then refilled her glass and poured the
remaining bourbon into Christina’s waiting container.
Christina gulped
as she regarded the liquid—she doubted either girl would be
able to stand up for very long if they finished their second
glass. She didn’t mind the bourbon taking the edge off her
anxiety, but she wanted still wanted to be able to fight
Rhonda.
The redhead’s eyelids fluttered momentarily as she soaked up
the bite of her drink. When she spoke, her voice was husky
and raw. “I’ve wanted to fuck you up ever since I saw that
tough little face of yours,” she said.
“Than you should have gotten in my face a long time ago
because I’ve been waiting for you to start up a bitchfight
with me ever since I saw you, too,” Christina said.
“You think you’re some hot little bitch with that tight ass
and those creamy tits of yours, don’t you?” Rhonda growled.
“Don’t tell me you don’t think you’re wicked hot, shaking
those big knockers of yours around,” Christina replied angrily.
“I’ll bet you’re getting off right now showing off that
thick, hairy snatch of yours to me, aren’t you?” Rhonda
taunted.
“It’s funny you’d say that, Rhonda, because your big pussy
sure felt slippery when I had my fingers up your cunt,”
Christina
said.
“Just because I didn’t get a chance to feel you up doesn’t
mean you weren’t hot for it too, whore,” the redhead snapped
back. “I’ll bet you’ve been hot for it for a long time.”
“Like you haven’t had your eyes all over me from the
beginning, honey. You’re just lucky we never got together
that way because you’d never be able to handle it.” Whatever
inhibitions Christina might have had at the beginning of the
evening had almost completely disappeared in the heat of the
dirty fight in the storeroom and the booze that was now
warming every part of her.
“I could handle anything a little cunt like you could dish
out, baby,” Rhonda replied, a slight slur distorting her
speech. “I’d have your big body begging me to finish you
off.”
“In your wet dreams, slut,” Christina said back. “I’m sure you
thought you were going to just walk in and settle me with
those fat boobs of yours back in the storeroom but I showed
you I’ve got just as much milk as you do.”
“You didn’t prove a fucking thing, cunt,” Rhonda said. “I’ll
still milk those hot tits of yours before we’re finished.”
“The only way you’re milking me is to suck my tits, baby,”
Christina said sharply.
“I’ll be happy to suck you off after I beat your hairy
little snatch raw,” Rhonda said. “Then I’ll make you suck
me.”
“You don’t want my mouth on your tits, slut, because I’d
suck you dry,” Christina said. She could feel ever more heat
flushing through her body, as if every nerve ending was
alive with anticipation. The gulf between her body and
Rhonda’s—no more than a foot and a half of space—seemed like
a canyon she was aching to cross.
“I don’t see anything to suck on, bitch,” Rhonda said,
glaring contemptuously at Christina’s bare chest.
“Neither do I,’ Christina shot back, shooting a bitchy glance at
Rhonda’s. Unconsciously she found her back arching, shoulder
blades gathering together as she thrust her bare breasts
arrogantly at Rhonda, daring the redhead to compare her
naked breasts with Christina’s. She could see the redhead’s
stomach tensing, her hips twitching backward as her two
full, gloriously round boobs matched the attitude of their
rivals on Christina’s chest.
“You said you were going to beat my tits off tonight so do
it,” Christina snapped finally.
“My pleasure,” Rhonda said. With that she tossed the full
contents of her glass across Christina’s bare breasts, soaking
her naked, abraded skin with alcohol. Christina gasped as the
shock of alcohol instantly sent every scrape and cut on her
tender skin screaming in pain. At the same time the freezing
evaporation of the bourbon tightened her skin and started a
raging torrent of tingling sensation in the unwounded areas
of her breasts and chest. The mix of pain and pleasure was
astounding, but Christina had just enough presence of mind left
to send the contents of her own glass splashing over
Rhonda’s boobs. Both girls dropped their glasses, groaning
for several seconds before looking back down at their
rival’s chest. Rhonda’s breasts gleamed wetly in the neon
lighting, the bite and claw marks Christina had left in them
standing out in reddish relief against her pale skin.
Moreover, her already dangerously long and stiff nipples
seemed to double in size as they were sensitized by the
sting of alcohol. The redhead’s jealous gaze at Christina’s chest
told her that the same thing must be happening to her, and
as she glanced down at her own chest she could see the dark
brown shafts of her nipples lengthening to a size she had
never seen on her body before.
Christina and Rhonda circled each other, eyes blazing in fury.
Christina wanted nothing more than to throw herself on top of her
redheaded enemy and pay her back for the sizzling pain
tearing across her breasts, but she had enough presence of
mind to know that they could not fight violently here. She
glared down at Rhonda’s boobs, knowing they must be tingling
and searing as agonizingly as her own were. Her hatred for
the redhead’s two bare globes had intensified beyond
measure.
“If you want my tits to hurt then come up here and hurt
them,” she growled, stepping forward towards Rhonda with her
stinging breasts thrust out defiantly. Neither girl raised
their hands as Rhonda nodded slowly and stepped forward,
leading with her own chest. They slowly danced around each
other, each hesitant to join this new phase of the battle,
but knowing it had to be done.
Rhonda slapped her breasts forward aggressively and the
full, slippery weight of the twin spheres slapped across
Christina’s. The searing pain in her bare breasts seemed to
triple in intensity and Christina hissed but still sent her own
powerful globes smacking back into Rhonda’s. The two girls
jabbed at each other, slapping back and forth, hissing and
gasping at the intensity of feeling their four boobs were
now giving and receiving. The alcohol made her own nipples
feel like raw, flayed flesh, while at the same time Rhonda’s
felt like cold daggers slicing across her wet skin. But the
twitching, agonized reaction she got every time she plunged
her own stiff, throbbing nipples into Rhonda’s breasts told
her that she was causing her rival every bit as much
discomfort as Rhonda was causing her. They continued to
dance across the rubbery floor pad, smacking and taking
sharp breast blows in return, until Christina shot both her hands
into Rhonda’s thick hair and hugged her in close. Both girls
growled in fury as their wounded breasts were forced into
tight, crushing contact, sliding across each other wetly as
their nipples struggled to find purchase in their enemy’s
flesh. Spreading her legs wide to maintain her balance,
Christina
bore her breasts crushingly into Rhonda’s and felt the other
girl’s heavy tits engulf hers as she pressed her pair deeply
into the redhead’s yielding bosom. Rhonda’s hands found her
hair as well and the fighters wrapped each other into a
muscular, stinging embrace.
“How’s that feel, cunt?” Rhonda growled against her face.
“You getting nice and hot now?”
“I’m going to burst your balloons, whore,” Christina snarled back
at her.
“I’ll bruise your boobs first,” Rhonda hissed back. It took
several long moments for the alcohol to fully evaporate off
each girl’s stinging breasts, and in that time both women
forced their boobs into close contact, each determined to
cause her rival as much pain as possible while their breasts
remained deadly, throbbing weapons. Finally their boobs
dried and Christina realized as they continued to struggle body
against body that the sensations had changed from torturous
agony to a more even mix of pain and pleasure. The soft kiss
of Rhonda’s heavy bosom on her own was now blending with the
feel of the alcohol inside her system instead of the liquor
the girls had soaked their breasts with. Rhonda’s long, pale
legs were spread as wide as her own and the insides of their
powerful thighs caressed as they held each other tightly.
Rhonda’s hard belly beat against hers as they fought tit to
tit and for the first time Christina began to feel the whisper of
the redhead’s flaming, crimson pubic curls brushing against
her own.
As if anticipating her thoughts, Rhonda slipped one hand
down Christina’s back and the redhead wrapped her arm around the
brunette’s slender waist, her hand cupping the upper part of
Christina’s left buttock. The girls continued to wrestle slowly
against each other, grunting with effort. Christina let her
pelvis tilt forward a little, her buns flexing against
Rhonda’s fingers. The warm fur of the redhead now mingled
with her own.
“If you want to rub pussies with me, just say so,” Rhonda
grunted hoarsely into her ear. She felt an immediate flush
of tingling warmth down her back and ass, flushing down into
her crotch at the seductive purr of the redhead’s voice and
her dirty suggestion.
“You’d just love that, wouldn’t you, whore,” Christina said
quietly into the cocktail waitress’s nest of red hair. It
took all of her effort not to give in to the overwhelming
sexual arousal that was coursing through her body. One
thought obsessed her now: the idea of grinding Rhonda into a
sexual frenzy underneath her and coming on top of her
defeated, humiliated body. If this fight didn’t end with the
redhead’s big body succumbing underneath hers she would
never be able to live with herself. “If you want to pussy
fight then let’s pussy fight.”
“You fucking hot slut,” Rhonda growled angrily, and
Christina
realized triumphantly that the other girl took her comment
as a rejection. Maybe Rhonda wanted the fight to settle down
into pure fucking but Christina was determined to maintain the
state of war between their two bodies. Suddenly the
redhead’s hips flicked forward and she jabbed her furry cunt
sharply into Christina’s crotch. Christina hissed and shot her own
bush forward and slammed it hotly into Rhonda’s snatch.
“Come on you hairy tramp, is that all you can do?” she
snarled against the redhead.
“I’ll show you what I can do you little fuck bitch,” Rhonda
growled, slamming her cunt into Christina’s again. Both girls
began ramming their superheated bushes together, aiming
their pubic bones for maximum impact into each other’s soft
mounds and yielding, tender vulva. Christina hissed as their hot
pubic fur tangled and knotted; quickly the dueling girls
ratcheted the pummeling downward into fierce, raw grinding,
silently measuring the full, furry length of their labia
against one another. Christina groaned against the redhead as she
forced her hot fur roughly against Rhonda’s, smashing her
crackling bush as deeply into the redhead’s waiting snatch
as she could. After the first furious bit of pussy dueling
the fighters settled into a long, vicious grind and they
pulled out of their shoulder to shoulder embrace to stare
into each other’s eyes as they silently compared pussies,
feeling each other out cunt to cunt. Christina could only get a
sense of Rhonda’s sex from this angle, although both girls
managed to tilt their pussies upward enough to press the
full length of their vulva together and even mash their
labia enough to being to feel the increasing slickness
between their legs. Glaring at each other nose to nose, the
girls would skirmish, brushing their fur together
vigorously, then slow down to a deliberate, exploratory
caress, sometimes engaging each other in long, circular rubs
with one girl twirling her pussy clockwise, the other
counterclockwise.
“You feel how much bigger I am than you down there?” Rhonda
said huskily.
“Don’t make me laugh; I’m just as big as you or bigger,”
Christina shot back. Both girls glanced downward at their
dueling, locked bodies, although of course there was no way
to see into the intimate arena between their legs. Christina
found herself glancing at Rhonda’s cruel, sneering mouth and
for a moment the redhead seemed to look down at Christina’s.
“I’m going to fucking rub your pussy raw, girl,” the redhead
said, almost as if to draw the attention off the brief focus
on their lips.
“Oh, I don’t think so, honey; I think I’ll grind you bald
first,” Christina replied. For a few moments the intensity of the
mutual rubbing redoubled as both girls sought to make good
on their threats. But Rhonda’s eyes continued to drift back
down toward Christina’s mouth and Christina found herself returning
the glance. She could smell the cool aroma of alcohol on the
redhead’s breath. With Rhonda’s attention on her mouth
Christina
suddenly twisted forward and landed a brief bite on the
redhead’s chin.
“You fucking cunt,” Rhonda whispered, immediately snapping
forward to repay the brunette for the bite. Christina twisted
away and the redhead’s teeth found purchase on her soft
cheek; Christina grunted in pain and twisted out of the bite.
Both girls bared their teeth into each other’s faces now,
threatening each other, feinting and snapping, and for a
second their gaping maws collided and Christina’s teeth clacked
across Rhonda’s. Both girls backed off momentarily, mouths
still open, but their soft lips now drawn across their
teeth. Christina saw Rhonda’s pink, wet tongue coiled inside her
open mouth like a rattlesnake poised to strike. She jabbed
forward with her open mouth again, continuing to rub at
Rhonda’s crotch as she pressed her lips roughly across the
redhead’s. Rhonda pushed back and the girls forced their
yawning mouths together just as they had in the storeroom.
This time, however, there was no denying the sexual heat
roiling underneath the confrontation. They hadn’t been
rubbing their pussies together back there, Christina thought.
Rhonda’s breath was coming low and raspy from the back of
her throat, catching occasionally as Christina landed a good,
solid cunt rub down below.
To be continued