No Longer a Dream - Part 2

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No Longer a Dream - Part 2
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Just around the bend the beach turns into a nature preserve. If you walk
far enough. And we walked very far, until the tall reeds felt like a wall,
and the breaks in the ocean warned of shallow rocky terrain that would
wreck any boat that might venture too close.
Yes. This was perfect. The perfect spot. The perfect place and time.

Something changed as we walked. There was silence. No talking. A somber
mood fell over everything, not even a beautiful summer day helped. Every
cloud, and there were very few, seemed dark and foreboding. This fight had
a much more menacing tone and feel than our first one, a lot felt at stake.
Probably more so for me than Tiffany.

We spread out the large beach blanket where our meeting would take place. I
was in no rush, my mind and body felt right. I felt strong.

Stripping down even felt good. Even looking across at the girl I was about
to go to war with made me shiver with excitement. Between my legs I
recognized just how turned on I was getting. Violence was never something
that excited me, but combine violence with Tiffany? Strange things begin to
happen all inside of my body.

When we appraised one another and there still wasn't much talk. Our
physical similarities, hair color aside, made much of prior banter seem
irrelevant. How so? We stacked up against each like a perfect match.
Height, weight and all other proportions. Our breasts from all outward
appearances were large and equal in size. Both of us had strong athletic
bodies, although I had a slight edge on muscle.

So what are we doing here?
Sometimes I just think two people are born to hate one another. And will
find anything, even make things up, just as an excuse to fight.
That is what we did.
And that is what we are getting ready to do.

Now I started to shiver with nerves. The first time I felt confident that
we would both walk away unscathed and victorious, because it was that kind
of fight, muscle and endurance would decide. But this time? This time
anything goes, and my shiver turned into a tremor that went through me when
I realized that I might not come out of this in one piece.

My heart was in my throat and my insides knotted up because there was no
indication of when and how to start this. Tiffany must have had other
ideas, she was a savage and came right at me. My brain checked out and I
lunged forward. A split second before the blow, I could have nimbly stepped
aside, but no, I took the slap because I wanted to. And, I wanted her
to know I could take it.

The attack had little to no effect on me, and Tiffany froze for a moment –
doubting herself...maybe? But long enough for me to smack her back in the
face. The brunette’s head snapped back and she reeled.

“Take that you bitch! That’s how a real woman hits!” I roared. No hushed
whispers now.

Tiffany recovered quick enough and took a quick step forward, lashing out
with her right foot. I wasn’t expecting this, at all. I thought she would
try for another slap. Anyway, I tried to move out of range, but was a
fraction too late and the kick landed on the outside of my left thigh.
Tiffany sprang forward and, using the momentum of my backwards movement,
succeeded in shoving me.

We reached for one another and I twisted, put a leg behind both of the
Tiffany’s, tripping her. We crashed to the blanket and rolled over a few
times in a tangle of limbs before coming to a halt – Me on top.

I tried to straddle my opponent, but Tiffany arched her back suddenly and
violently, sending me rolling off.

We got up on our knees facing each other. And we became what we always
wanted to become...
Two snarling females, latching onto one another. I grabbed Tiffany’s brown
locks with both hands, shaking the bitch’s head to and fro. I was enjoying
this immensely. Tiffany screamed and responded in kind, burying her fingers
in my long, blonde hair and pulling as hard as she could. The hair pulling
contest turned out to be a stalemate and after a few moments we both
decided we had had enough of it.

I drew my right hand back and slammed my fist into Tiffany’s body. The
punch landed bang in the middle of the girl’s stomach. Tiffany’s groan was
almost instantly echoed by one from me as a right fist struck the side of
my head. We pushed off and scrambled to our feet, glaring at one
another. Circling around, neither one of us appearing too eager to make a
move, but anxious to get back at one another.

I have never felt such excitement in my life.

Tiffany lost patience and went on the attack, but I quickly put a stop to
it by driving my knee into the girl’s stomach, doubling her up. I then
turned around and got Tiffany in a tight headlock, keeping her bent over.
Tiffany reached down, grabbed one of my legs and started pulling. Hopping
around on one leg, I fought to retain my balance, but Tiffany suddenly
lurched sideways, which brought both of us down to the blanket.

I kept my hold though and tightened it further, causing the trapped
Tiffany to moan in pain. “How’s that feel, bitch?” I growled, while holding
my opponent face-down on the blanket.

Tiffany replied by grabbing a handful of my hair and yanking as hard as she
could. I let out a loud moan as my neck was wrenched backwards. I tried to
tighten the headlock even more in the hopes of forcing Tiffany to let go of
my hair, but the bitch only pulled harder, while squirming back and forth
violently. Ultimately, Tiffany was able to wriggle out of my hold and
wasted little time in getting on top of me, on my back. Pushing me down
flat on my stomach and still holding on to my blonde hair, Tiffany leaned
forward, pressing my face hard into the blanket.

“How does that feel cunt? Eat some sand!” She yelled down at me.

I bucked, throwing the bitch off of my back. And then quickly rose on my
knees and pounced on Tiffany, managing to straddle her and pin her down.

Lying on her back, the brunette writhed and squirmed in an attempt to
unseat me, but it was no good. “Fucking slut!” She hissed as I reached for
Tiffany’s hair with both hands. Tiffany managed to grasp my wrists and hung
on while continuing to struggle.
“Stupid whore!” I spit back.

This suddenly felt so good. Letting our inhibitions go and to unleash our
hatred on each other, spewing insults right in each other’s faces.

Wrenching my right hand free, I slapped the pinned girl across the face,
Tiffany groaned and tried to get hold of my arm, but I hit her in the face
again. Tiffany cried out and tried to protect her face by placing her hands
in front of her face. I grabbed Tiffany’s hair and slammed her head against
the blanket. I hoped that the sand beneath the blanket had packed down
enough from our wrestling to now hurt a little. Tiffany moaned and
struggled to escape without any results.

This was becoming very enjoyable...at least from my perspective.

Tiffany shot out her left hand and grabbed my right breast, squeezing hard.
I shrieked and jerked backwards trying to pull away, but she held on and
continued to squeeze my breast, at the same time twisting it and digging
her fingernails deep into my flesh.
“I’’m going to destroy your tits!”
“No!” I squealed, dreading this moment, and feared for my perfect breasts.
Did she just smile a little? I think she did.

I yelled, squirming and hammering at Tiffany’s head with both fists.
Tiffany did not let go. Instead, she grabbed my hair with her right hand
and still holding on to my breast with my left, she pulled sharply to the
right. I could not withstand the double assault on my breast and hair and
finally toppled over onto my left side while desperately trying to detach
Tiffany’s hand from my breast. Tiffany rose up and tried to mount me, but I
quickly picked up my knees and used my legs to kick the girl away.

We both got up on our knees and lunged at one another, each with only one
thing on our minds; Four hands latched simultaneously onto four juicy,
naked boobs and soon shrieks of rage and pain filled the air as we tore
into each other’s abundant assets with all our might. It was not very long
before we had tears in our eyes, but still, neither of us are willing to
stop or try to pull away from the other’s clawing, mauling hands.
The air reverberated with both our cries. Yes, I have given over to what
might be called, total ‘catfight lust’. To get revenge on her breasts, for
the damage she was trying to do to mine.

I gripped my rival’s breasts as hard as I could and twisted them in
opposite directions. Grimacing in pain, Tiffany answered by pulling my tits
upwards, then outwards. At some point she dug her thumbs into my rock-hard
nipples, pushing them deep into the areolae and causing more pain for me.
Seeing that this was getting me nowhere, I shifted the focus of my attack
and pinched Tiffany’s erect nipples between finger and thumbs.
Squeezing and twisting. Much like me, Tiffany threw her head back and let
out a piercing shriek, we both nearly losing our grip.

“Give it up, bitch!” I growled, cranking up the pressure even further,
trying to make the most of my momentary advantage.

But Tiffany would not give it up. She moved her fingers around to get a
better grip and now it was my turn to shriek and squirm as my hard nipples
were being squashed and twisted. The mutual tit torture continued for a few
more seconds, with both of us screaming in pain and neither of us ready to
quit.

“Your nipples are mine cunt!” Tiffany hissed. I couldn’t believe this,
Tiffany...had a firm grip on my hard nipples! She seemed determine to rip
them off the front of my breasts, as Tiffany began to twist and pull my
nipples, stretching them – and my whole breasts – to new levels of
distortion and pain.

I cried and tried to respond in kind, but after a few short moments decided
that this was pointless. I swung my right fist and connected with the side
of Tiffany’s head, causing the girl to let go and fall over with a groan.

Quickly I tried to get on top of my foe, but Tiffany lashed out with her
right foot, kicking me in the head, sending me down. Both of us got to our
feet at the same time and faced one another breathing heavily.

“What’s the matter, did I hurt your little titties?” I asked snidely,
seeing that Tiffany was cupping her breasts in her hands. My attempt at
taunting my adversary in the hope of getting some sort of a mental edge
did not seem too convincing, even to myself. Not only did my own breasts
probably hurt as bad as Tiffany’s, but we both knew very well that I was
the one who had quit the tit/nipple mauling contest first.

Not feeling in a talkative mood, Tiffany just snarled and charged. I threw
a wild slap, missed, and got nailed in the stomach by Tiffany’s left hand.
The girl then grabbed me by the hair and shook viciously, trying to take me
down. I squealed and kneed my opponent in the belly, making her grunt and
double over.

Quickly I got Tiffany in a front headlock. Keeping my rival trapped and
bent over I began driving punch after punch into Tiffany’s unprotected
torso. Groaning, the brunette tried to pull away, but I held on tight and
continued to try and hurt her with blows. Tiffany screamed and suddenly
pushed forward with all her strength, at the same time grabbing my left leg
and pulling upwards. I could not stay on my feet and fell over backwards,
but did not relinquish my grip around Tiffany’s neck and dragged her down
while still maintaining the headlock.

Lying on my back with Tiffany partially on top of my, I now tried to wrap
my legs around the brunettes waist but soon discovered that my left leg was
scissored between Tiffany’s legs and I could not move it. Tiffany now
plunged her left hand down the front my body, "Oh Shit!" I groaned, knowing
what she was going for. Her fingers easily finding their target, my pussy.
I screamed and released my headlock, hammering at Tiffany’s body with my
right fist, while grabbing her left wrist with my other hand in an attempt
to get the clawing fingers away from my crotch.

We slapped and pulled away and got up to our feet, glared at each other,
our powerful naked bodies glistening with sweat, our large breasts heaving
up and down with their rapid breathing. I was scared, excited, and very
aroused.

I lunged forward and delivered a good, solid slap to Tiffany’s left
cheekbone. She groaned and immediately responded with a slap of her own,
which threw my head to one side in a cloud of long, blonde hair covering my
eyes. Recovering quickly, I grabbed Tiffany’s hair with my left hand and
used my right hand to hit my rival’s face twice in quick succession slaps.
Tiffany squealed and retaliated with a blow to my flat, toned belly,
followed by another one – this time to the left breast. I moaned and backed
away holding my painfully throbbing breast.

Tiffany rushed me and our two nude bodies collided with a loud slapping
sound. I could not hold my balance and went over backwards with Tiffany on
top of me. Clinging to each other, we rolled all over the blanket screaming
and cursing and pulling hair and slapping, each doing our best – or worst –
to gain the upper hand. Shockingly, Tiffany seemed to have the advantage,
eventually getting on top and staying there. She then decided to
consolidate her position by sliding her body up and attempting to sit on my
bare breasts. This proved to be a mistake as she leaned too far forward. I
quickly heaved upwards and sideways and managed to roll Tiffany over and
mount her.

“Cocksucker!” I growled while Tiffany squirmed and bucked beneath me.

"That's right! I suck your ex-boyfriends cock every chance I get!" She
yelled back at me. That image alone enraged me some more.

I tangled my right hand in her brown hair and jammed my left forearm across
Tiffany’s throat, leaning on it with most of my weight. She gagged and
started writhing furiously, at the same time pulling my hair with both
hands in an attempt to force me off. I remained right where I was,
continuing to grind my forearm into my foe’s soft throat, cutting off
Tiffany’s air supply. Pinned and in trouble, Tiffany struggled desperately
to free herself, her face turning red from the effort and lack of oxygen.
“You cunt!” She gurgled, gasping for air.

Still gripping my hair with her left hand, she slammed her right fist into
the side of my head – one, two times – and then raked her fingernails
across my arms, neck, everywhere. I took the punches well enough, but the
sudden assault with her fingernails, clawing closer to my eyes proved to be
a little more than I could handle. I screamed in rage and rolled off of
Tiffany.

We got back to our feet and backed away from one another, trying to gather
myself before the next move. Dripping in sweat and starting to feel the
exertion in my muscles, we slowly circled one another wearily.

“Bitch.” She whined, gasping and coughing and massaging her sore throat.

"Whore." I moaned.

We both recovered, but it was I who attacked first by springing forward and
slapping Tiffany squarely in the left breast causing it to shake briefly
back and forth before getting back into its original shape. Tiffany groaned
and replied with a hard slap to my face. This surprised me, I thought for
sure she would go for my breasts.

We moved in close and attacked with knees and claws, everything, until we
toppled over again. Wildly hitting, scratching, and biting at one another.
For the next minute or so, the two of us, naked, wrestled with the
intensity of two arch-enemies locked in mortal combat. And we are.
This was what we both longed for, desired from the first moment we saw one
another. Groaning and grunting with effort, we rolled back and forth in a
knot of sweaty arms and legs, cursing loudly. Strained to the limit, strong
bodies pressed and rubbing against one another; twisting, bucking and
heaving in our struggle for supremacy.

It was everything I hoped for and everything I feared.