violent catfight between two colombian girls

[segano]

THE VALLEY OF CURAMA

by Sega

Laura?s heart began to pound from the very first moment she got in the large patio. Plenty of people (rich people, as she noticed) stood around, drinking, smoking and chatting quietly ? soon, they all began to peer at her from head to toe, weighting her chances.
Gosh, that?s serious, said Laura to herself, trying to walk among the spectators as if nothing bothered her. She felt a strange pleasure in walking barefoot on the thick grass of the patio and she thought (God knows why!) that this was her lucky sign. Suddenly, she caught the brief comment of a forty-something guy, dressed in an expensive Armani suit:
?She?s some big bitch, all right, but I want also to see the other one before betting??
Laura knew she was big ? otherwise, she wouldn?t have accepted to come here. She was an 18 years old brunette, living in the ill-famed outskirts of Medellin. She weighted a good 148 lbs, being 5?10? tall. She wore a white thonk, thin enough to expose her massive, muscled butts. Short haired, she had a tall forehead, big brown eyes and rather thin lips: all in all, she had a surprising look of disdain on her face, despite the fact that she was only a poor girl, living in the slums?.
She was strong. She had never set her feet in a gym, but her hard body was chiseled by a constant, exhausting, manual labor: she worked 12 hours a day in an old laundry (she had to wash everything by hand!) since she was only thirteen. Her long and nervous legs, although thin, seemed to be enwrapped in steel cables; she had broad shoulders and her voluminous breasts were hardly kept in place by a white, laced bra. It was her best bra ? she had received it as a gift from an ex-boyfriend, a small drug dealer, two years ago?
She swallowed her spittle. She didn?t know whether she felt uncomfortable because of the anxiety, or because of the bitter liquor Osvaldo gave to her half an hour ago. He had promised her that the liquor would be of great help, but Osvaldo?s servants had later told Laura that the other girl would also get the same beverage, in the same amount.
Suddenly, a rumor spread through the audience as Laura?s opponent, a sturdy negress, showed up. She was shorter than Laura, being only 5?7?, and she weighted 140 lbs. She was only 15 years old but she was extremely well built for her age: big, tense breasts, with hard, thick nipples that protruded through her red bra, a muscled pair of legs and heavy, balloon-like butts. Her belly was covered by a tight fat pad that in ten years would become a potbelly but now, she was extremely appealing, provided you were keen on sumptuous females. Her name was Conchita and she was from a mountain village, some 30 miles south from Medellin. She had big, vivid eyes, and she always drew downwards the corners of her thick lipped mouth, as if everything disgusted her.
The truth is that being from the countryside, Conchita was not at ease when feeling that everyone stared at her, especially that she wore only the red bra and the tiny thonk given to her by Osvaldo?s servants. However, that was nothing, compared to what she felt when she was first brought in front of Osvaldo. The famous jefe from Medellin had checked her teeth as if black Conchita was a mare, ready to be sold at the local fair.
?Healthy gums, she has here,? had noticed Osvaldo before tapping Conchita?s voluminous thighs and her round knee cap. He had motioned her to stand in one leg and, again, he was satisfied with the sight of her strong muscles that surrounded her knee joint.
?She?s good, Marco!? he nodded. ?Your girlfriend is fit! She has the legs of a powerful mare. Have you told anyone where you two came?? he asked then, in a warning tone,
Marco shook his head. No, no one knew that they came to Medellin, at Osvaldo?s villa.
?That?s fine! Marco told me you are strong, Conchita. He told me you are strong and that you fought before??
?She fought, don Osvaldo!? said Marco. ?There?s no other way, in San Martin. My Conchita is the best, believe me, don Osvaldo! Two weeks ago, for example, she fought Ibarra, a big Indian girl from Guariba. This Ibarra was renown in all the villages around for being a ruthless bitch, but my Conchita got her in her arms and squeezed Ibarra until she broke her ribs? You should have seen that damned Indian then, writhing on the path between our villages, begging Conchita for mercy? Whoah! If the others wouldn?t have interfered, my Conchita would have broken Ibarra?s neck, I tell you! Anyway, the Indian pissed herself, don Osvaldo, believe me!? chuckled Marco. ?My Conchita always beats her foes until they piss themselves!?
?OK, OK, Marco! However, your Conchita must fight now a big girl from Medellin, not some Indian from a lost village in the mountains!? warned Osvaldo. ?I know that girl? Her name is Laura, she?s big and she?s renown as a powerful girl right here, in Barrio del Sur, where the people are mean and not at all fair-play! Girls? fights burst daily, down here, and Laura is the best one around. Besides, she is also elder than your Conchita!?
?So was Ibarra, don Osvaldo!? boasted the black girl?s boyfriend. ?My Conchita works in the coca plantations in the valley. She is very strong. She carries heavy sacks to the trucks and she??
?I believe you, Marco! I believe you!? said Osvaldo before weighting once more the 15 years old girl ? she surely looked very strong and Osvaldo?s contacts from the villages had already told him that she could be a good investment. ?Just beat Laura, Conchita,? added Osvaldo, ?beat Laura and you?ll get more money than your family has ever seen! Beat her until she pisses herself, if you can, and you?ll get some extra money from me! Got that??
The black girl nodded, without a word. Jesus Christ ? she had no damned choice! Conchita?s family had heavy debts at don Castellano, the local mob in San Martin, and the money Osvaldo promised her would be of tremendous help. Five hundreds American dollars if she fought, one thousand if she won, plus the usual bonuses that came with the fights organized by Osvaldo: two hundreds if she drew the blood off the unknown girl and another five hundreds if she left her foe unconscious. If she would make her piss in front of the audience, Osvaldo would also offer Conchita an extra bonus of an unrevealed value? Whoah? What else? Oh, black Conchita was not to beg for mercy ? don Osvaldo had warned her that if she would do so, all the bonuses would be wiped out and she would get only two hundreds dollars before being embarked on the bus to San Martin?
? or, thrown in the Curama valley, in the bushes, as some of Osvaldo?s servants warned her. It had happened before and Conchita had heard the rumors concerning the women?s corpses found over there? But violence was a daily occurrence in those parts and who cared about some dead women?
Feeling the spectators look upon her, black Conchita bit her lower lip, the way she always did when she was worried. It?s only then that she weighted the white girl that stood in front of her. She was tall and she had big tits ? Laura?s breasts easily dangled from side to side, as she was engaging in a naive warm up. The black girl thought that it was a fine thing that her foe had such big udders: they were a good target and, from her own experience, she knew that hitting or grabbing the tits was always rewarding in girls? clashes? The breasts were the women?s cojones, as they said in San Martin, her native village, and she did check the truth of this saying in the numerous fights she had back home?
She felt her mouth dry, but Osvaldo?s servants had warned her that it always happened like this after drinking the strange beverage. In fact, black Conchita also felt the other side effects of the liquor: she was breathing faster, her muscles were hot and she felt that she was lighter than a feather.
I?ll hug this white bitch in my arms until she?ll beg for mercy, she said to herself, while weighting big Laura from head to toe?
However, the white girl was also feeling energic, as she was easily hopping from side to side. Let me get some good punches to the black whore?s face and I?ll soak her out, she thought.
The white girl was also in great need for money. She had borrowed a large sum from a certain don Miguel (the ?banker? in her barrio) in order to pay for an operation her mother needed badly. Her mother was well now, but Laura?s low wage did not allow her to pay back don Miguel. That?s why a week ago, she decided to tell don Miguel that she would go to bed with him, provided he would wipe off her debt.
?Aha, so you do not have money to pay me back,? had noticed don Miguel, frowning. ?Does Enrique know that you came here??
Enrique was Laura?s boyfriend.
?No,? she said. ?Please, don?t tell him anything about it! This is only between you and me, don Miguel. I?ll do whatever you want, don Miguel, whatever you want?? she pleaded.
?As you wish, cara Laura! Undress!? he ordered.
Laura took off her dresses but, to her astonishment, after remaining in panties and bra, don Miguel simply asked her to bend forwards. Bewildered, she obeyed him and don Miguel tapped her strong, massive butts; he then weighted in his palms the slight fat pad that covered Laura?s belly and suddenly, he drove a punch to her belly.
Big Laura moaned but withstood the blow without serious effort. Before she could make out what all this was about, don Miguel ordered her to hop, keeping an eye on his watch.
?Jump faster, Laura!? he ordered after awhile.
The big girl did so and, after a minute, don Miguel motioned her to stop.
?You are good? you are strong? you have good stamina?? he noticed, smiling from the corner of his mouth. ?Look, Laura! We can work out your debt out in some other way? Just fight another girl and you?ll get more money than you need to pay me back.?
?Fight?! Another girl?!?
?Yeah? Don?t tell me you?re scared because I know everything that happens in Barrio del Sur and you?re not at your first try? Let?s say that Osvaldo and I are engaged in a sort of a competition? We seek strong girls and we organize no holds barred fights between them. From what I?ve heard and from the way you look, I?m sure that Osvaldo won?t find someone that could match you? You have a strong ass,? he added, tapping Laura?s hard butts, ?and a big, strong ass, believe me, always earns you a victory! You?ll send Osvaldo?s girl to the valley of Curama, I?m sure!?
?Err? what you mean by that, don Miguel?? she asked, in a worried tone.
?Hm,? said Miguel, thoughtfully. Smiling, he cupped Laura?s womanhood, feeling her fat groin and looking straight in her eyes. He was a tall man of forty and he knew how to please a girl of 18 who had enjoyed up to now only the fast intercourses of the young guys in Barrio del Sur. He began to gently caress her cunt and soon, big Laura began to pant. Snarling, don Miguel parted the girl?s labia and he delicately sled his finger in her vagina, making circles around her already swollen clit? After less than a minute, Laura let a loud moan and she began to buck her hips in expectation, but suddenly, don Miguel stopped his weird foreplay.
?I want you to win, Laura!? he said. ?Send Osvaldo?s girl to the valley of Curama and I?ll see that you always have what you need, you got that??
Some moments passed and Laura nodded, hardly catching her breath. Her cunt was gluing like it never did before and she swallowed her spittle, looking at don Miguel with blinking eyes.
?Oh, don Miguel? I?ll do what you want? I?ll sure do anything you want,? she said, still dazzled by his caresses.
After all, just as don Miguel said, she was not at her first try: the big brunette was renown in the barrio as a valiant girl who had defeated all her foes up to now, regardless of their age and weight. Living in Barrio del Sur was not an easy task and she had her first clash with another girl when she was twelve? Yeah? Laura remembered very well that fight. Marcela was three years elder than her and they got at it because of a boy. Hm? After the fight, Marcela remained eagle spread on the sidewalk, dressed only in her skirt, quaking, her left breast blue, face turned into raw meat and barely breathing. It?s then that Laura found out that she was very good with her fists ? afterwards, whenever she had to fight, she always sought to launch a shower of punches at her foes. If she couldn?t knock her foe down, Laura would always resort to scratching, biting or pulling the hair, in order to set the other female for a powerful series of blows. This simple strategy always proved to be rewarding and none of her foes withstood big Laura?s blows and it took only some very hard women that could engage her in a wrestling confrontation. But even so, Laura finally out powered them all ? she wrestled them down, scratched or bit them and then she finished them with solid punches to the belly and face.
After leaving don Miguel, Laura readily told Enrique about the ?banker?s? offer and her boyfriend seemed to be most pleased with it: he was more than confident in his big girlfriend.
?Everybody knows that there?s no woman in the barrio that matches you, Laura?? he said. ?Huh! Who would have thought that you?ll get us all that money? We are most lucky, Laurita, we are most lucky!?
Enrique? He also was in Osvaldo?s patio, seating right next to don Miguel, who, at his turn, was seating beside jefe Osvaldo, in front of a big table, filled with cocktails and expensive seafood. Being not accustomed to stay among rich people, Enrique was not at all comfortable, but he winked at Laura, encouragingly.
The tall brunette smiled back at him. Hm? She had calculated that she could retain a fine amount of money after paying back don Miguel, provided she would beat the stout negress, of course. If she would leave Conchita in a puddle of blood (that?s how all of Laura?s foes have ended, up to now) she would get 1700 $ and all of her problems would be history.
I?ll break the black bitch, she said to herself. I?ll break her the way I did with all the others that dared to fight me? I?ll send her to the valley of Curama if that pleases don Miguel.
She didn?t dare to look at him. To her great concern, the small interlude they had when he made her the offer had left traces? She found herself thinking of him more often than she intended and, she had to admit that she wanted him to finish what he had started then? She also knew that he would do it, he would do it for sure if she would beat the negress, or, to be more precise, if she would sent her to the valley of Curama?
The spectators were talking more and more excited. Gathering herself, Laura peered at Conchita from head to toe. She realized that the negress was only a kid, but on the other hand, it was clear that she was a hard willed girl.
?Are you ready?? suddenly asked a short man, dressed like a master of ceremonies.
Laura nodded, still evaluating the stout negress. The black bitch was taking deep breathes and she was swallowing her spittle, looking straight in Laura?s eyes.
I damned have to beat her, was saying the black girl to herself. I have to wipe the ground with her, even if she?s elder than me. Conchita acknowledged the short man that she was also ready, saying to herself that if she couldn?t beat tall Laura (God forbids!), she would run out of money for good? If she would be lucky, this meant working day in day out, without being paid, for don Castellano, the mob of San Martin? However, Conchita knew very well that don Castellano solved his debts in other ways? She would be obliged to move in his house, among other girls and women that were indebted to him? And there?
Fuck the white bitch! I?ll crush her in my arms until she?ll crack, she encouraged herself before looking in the audience at Marco, her boyfriend. He was seated at the big table, near Osvaldo, hardly daring to breathe.
?You can beat her, Conchita, you can beat her!? he suddenly said to the negress, provoking an excited rumor that ran through the audience. ?You did all the other women you fought up to now and you?ll do this big bitch too!?
?My Laura will make your kid bite the dust!? bragged Enrique in response.
?Wow, wow, wow!? howled the master of ceremonies, hardly covering the spectators? hoorays. ?We are all gathered here to see don Osvaldo?s black girl, Conchita from San Martin, fight don Miguel?s strong brunette, Laura, from our beloved Medellin! A negress from the countryside, against a white, city girl??
The spectators began to yell madly while the two girls clumsily raised their hands in guard. They had both fought before, but this didn?t mean that they could ?perform? a ruled fight. They only knew that they needed the money so bad that each had to destroy the other one.
The master of ceremonies looked upon the audience and asked:
?Who will win? The 15 years old negress from San Martin, or the 18 years old white girl from Medellin? Neither of them was defeated before, so, weight them well because you still have one minute to bet!?
The spectators rose from their chairs, talking loudly. Smiling, the master of ceremonies motioned Laura and Conchita to approach each other. He evaluated them from head to toe and, from their wild looks, he realized that the audience?s urges, the money at stake and Osvaldo?s liquor had already fuelled them. These two shall go to the very end and we?ll see a hell of a fight. Which one will send the other at the valley of Curama? ? he asked himself. He had seen Laura at work, in the streets of Medellin, twice, and she had made a terrible impression on him: ruthless, strong and fast were the words that described her best. On the other hand, the rumors concerning the negress described her as terribly powerful and wild, in spite of her age.
Suddenly, the master of ceremonies looked at Osvaldo ? the jefe simply nodded at him.
?Go on, beauties!? said the master of ceremonies. ?No mercy and let the best one win!?
The next moment, the two strong girls rushed forwards, flooding each other with a shower of punches, without letting the least noise. Their big breasts dangled madly while they kept on closing in on each other, hitting as hard as they could, landing blows over the faces and shoulders. Soon they began to let brief moans of effort and the people in the patio began to urge them to go on.
?Punch her down, Conchita!?
?Beat the hell off her, Laura!?
For awhile, they kept on punching each other, traits contorted in fury, heads taken aback, breasts poking forth, without taking the least precaution to protect themselves. After some moments, realizing that none got the upper hand, they split, throwing wild glares at each other, while their heavy breasts dangled in fast pace beneath their bras.
?Fuck you, black cow! I?ll blow your head off!? hissed Laura.
?I?ll tear you in two, white whore!? came back Conchita?s answer.
The next moment they rushed in, getting each other by the mane and delivering hard punches to the face. Being taller, big Laura had a longer reach and her blows always snapped Conchita?s head but, all of a sudden, the black girl delivered a most powerful kick that got her white foe in the belly, shaking her from head to toe.
Conchita?s boyfriend howled, raising his arms in the air. He encouraged his girlfriend and black Conchita clutched her teeth, delivering another kick to Laura?s belly before rushing at her and getting her in a side neck lock, in the wild hoorays of the spectators. For awhile, the two girls tossed each other from side to side, giving loud moans. The black girl kept pulling tall Laura around, in the attempt of forcing her to the knees but, on the other hand, the white girl encircled her foe?s waist with both arms and did her best to hook Conchita?s muscled legs. However, both were strong and the struggle became more and more violent, while their moans were soon replaced by brief cries of effort. As the seconds went by, tall Laura gradually got the initiative, managing to forcefully shove Conchita against one of the pillars that surrounded the patio.
The audience began to shout, fuelling them both, and the two girls kept pulling on each other. They parted their strong legs, they pushed each other in bursts, they got in the middle of the patio and, suddenly, as they twisted madly, they bumped against the big table where stood don Osvaldo and don Miguel. For some seconds, the two strong girls seemed to freeze, propping their big asses against the brim of the table. They moaned louder and louder, breathing through clenched teeth, their faces went red and they strained as hard as they could, going stiff from head to toe.
?Throw her down, Laura!? shouted Enrique. ?Throw her down!?
?Crush her neck, Conchita!? yelled Marco at his turn. ?Squeeze the air off her!?
Suddenly, sturdy Conchita briskly strained, bending big Laura in two, but the white girl parted her legs wider and, enwrapping the negress?s waist, she managed to raise her from the ground, hooking her strong legs from behind. A loud yell erupted from the audience as the black girl was held in the air, unable to lay her soles back on the ground. She let a yelp of helplessness and, the next moment, Laura twisted forcefully, slamming stout Conchita to her butts and getting above her. The younger girl let a bewildered shout, but she kept on applying the powerful neck lock on the tall brunette. After some seconds, they rolled on the grass and got to their knees, side by side, squeezing each other with all their might, letting brief moans of effort. Sturdy Conchita still had her arms around Laura?s neck, but the elder girl kept on crushing the black girl?s waist in her arms.
They hissed louder and louder and, suddenly, big Laura remembered what she did in a similar situation, two months ago, when she had fought a certain Lucinda, a big blonde, in the street. She feigned to be overwhelmed and, yeeah, the stupid girl from the country side fell in her trap: she pushed against Laura who, readily expecting her opponent?s outburst of energy, rolled Conchita over her, forcefully slamming her against one of the thick pillars. Then, she hastily wrestled the confused negress on her back and mounted on her fat padded belly.
?Gotcha?, black cow! Gotcha?! You?re on mine terrain, here, scum!?
?Fuck you, white bitch! I?ll teach you a lesson you?ll never forget!?
?Go on, Laura! You?re stronger than her!? shouted Enrique. ?Punch her, now! Punch her!?
However, Marco was also encouraging the sturdy negress and the latter grabbed the tall brunette by the hair and pulled her head down with all her strength. Giving a brief yell, the white girl curled above Conchita, sinking her hands in her foe?s mane. In the following moments, they tossed each other by the hair, hissing in effort, until exhaustion forced them to stop the struggle. Tall Laura was curled above the stout negress and her white thonk had slipped in her butts crease, revealing the scarce tufts that surrounded her ass hole. Her strong back was glittering with sweat and the hard muscles that bordered her spine were bulging like thick, steel ropes.
On her side, sturdy Conchita had raised her muscled legs in the air, straining them now and then, while her massive butts hardened with the least movements. Suddenly, the black girl placed her heels near her ass and, pulling on Laura?s hair with the left hand, she began to deliver fist after fist in her foe?s belly. In response, the white girl began to bang Conchita?s head against the ground. They went on like this for some ten seconds, until Laura managed to free herself and, the next moment, she insured her position atop by getting Conchita by the wrists. The black girl let a yell of dismay and, feeling that the tall brunette was overpowering her, she began to vividly snake beneath her.
?Go on, Laura, go on! She?s yours!? yelled Enrique.
?Punch her, Conchita! Punch her in the belly!? shouted Marco.
However, it became obvious that the big girl from Medellin had the initiative ? stout Conchita was hissing louder and louder, aimlessly throwing her strong legs from side to side and unable to escape from beneath the elder girl.
?Go on, Laura, go on!? shouted her sustainers. ?You?re stronger than the black bitch! She?s just a kid! Do her!?
?Crush the black whore, Laura! Crush her!? yelled Enrique, at his turn.
?Fuck you, black cow!? hissed Laura then and, breathing through clenched teeth, she went for the choke. ?I?ll make you beg for mercy, crow!?
Conchita gave a deep groan and, the next moment, the white girl began to slam her foe?s head against the ground. The skull of the stout negress was thudding dully after each blow and soon, the younger girl started to wildly throw herself about. It was clear that she didn?t know what to do: she was constantly trying to bridge beneath the white girl but all she could do was to expose her red thonk that had already slipped in her hairy cunt. After awhile, she halted the struggle, doing her best to resist Laura?s wild assault.
?Go on, Laura, go on! Do her!? shouted Enrique. ?She can?t take it anymore! Dazzle her and then, punch her!?
?Finish her up! Finish her once and for all!? urged her don Miguel. ?I told you that you?ll win!? he said, fuelling tall Laura.
Anxious, Marco lit a cigarette when hearing his sturdy girlfriend moan deeper and deeper, after each head slam. Desperate, stout Conchita resorted to punch big Laura in the belly, but her blows were too weak to stop the elder girl who kept going on with the head slams.
?Go on, Laura, go on!? urged her Enrique but, in that very moment, the sturdy negress grabbed the brunette by the hair with both hands and, straining from head to toe, managed to hold her tight. In response, tall Laura hardened the choke but then, Conchita?s knee dashed up, plunging between the white girl?s parted thighs.
?Aaaah??
Marco shouted in joy when seeing tall Laura curl above his girlfriend, hissing in pain.
?Good girl, Conchita! Good girl! Make the white bitch cry! Show her the ways from San Martin!?
?Beware!? shouted don Miguel. ?She wants to knee you again!? he warned but, the next moment, the black girl kneed once more Laura between her strong thighs.
?Aaaah, bitch? My cunt??
The tall brunette curled above the negress, slipping her hands between her pried thighs. The people in the audience got to their feet, yelling, and stout Conchita began to toss Laura by the hair from side to side, attempting to throw her aside. The white girl parted her knees and propped on erected palms, trying to remain above her foe, but the sturdy negress was waiting for this maneuver, since she kneed Laura for the third time in the groin, burying her knee cap in the elder girl?s womanhood.
This time, big Laura crumpled over sturdy Conchita, hissing loudly:
?Aaah? Fuck you??
?I?ll crush you, white whore!? whispered the negress from beneath the big white girl. ?I swear to God that I?ll crush you!?
?Bite the stinking black bitch, Laura, bite her!? yelled Enrique and Laura instantly plunged her teeth in Conchita?s left shoulder, biting her for all she was worth.
?Yeah, Laura! Bite her! Bite the black bitch!? shouted don Miguel too, when hearing Conchita?s sharp screams.
Soon, Conchita let a howl of despair and attempted to deliver another knee blow, but the tall brunette sunk her teeth deeper in her foe?s flesh and, after some seconds, the stout negress began to shriek in fear, throwing her strong legs from side to side. Laura started to mursecate her foe?s flesh as if she were a mad lioness, making the black girl shriek endlessly. Blood began to pour from Conchita?s ripped flesh and the tall brunette, feeling the taste of blood, gave a furious groan, preparing to bite the negress from the throat, as she once did to a big housewife, in the streets of Barrio del Sur.
This time, I?ll make her scream her surrender, she thought as the spectators urged her to finish off the black girl:
?Drink her blood, Laura! Drink her fucking blood!? yelled Enrique, while Laura?s sustainers shouted too:
?Finish her up!?
?Go on, do the crow!?
?Rip her flesh, Laura! Rip her flesh!? shouted don Miguel. ?Show her who?s in charge!?
?I?ll kill you, I?ll damned kill you!? hissed tall Laura, fuelled by don Miguel?s encouragements and she sunk her teeth in the negress?s throat, making her sustainers yell madly. Scared, Conchita screamed like a wild beast and she began to twist beneath the big girl from Medellin.
Fuck this bloody white bitch, she?s stronger than any of the other girls I fought, thought the negress, but then, she found a way out. She had once fought an elder woman from San Martin, who had also mounted her, the way Laura did. Hastily, the girl from the countryside cupped her foe?s face with both hands and she briskly eye gouged her, making the tall brunette yell loudly before leaping back. The stout negress gave a moan of relief and she instantly crawled backwards on butts and elbows, putting a safe distance between her and the white girl.
The next moment, they both got up. Their traits were contorted in rage; their big breasts were dangling in fast pace beneath their bras and their fat padded bellies were inflating like bellows? Both were covered by sweat which had already gathered in a dark stain on the back of their thonks, between their hard butts. They crouched, cautiously eyeing each other, trying to find an opening in each other?s guard. Their strong asses were easily quivering, with each movement, and their eyes threw cold glares.
She?s good at close range, thought big Laura. I have to keep her away from me? I?ll punch her until I?ll knock her down?
I have to embrace her, said Conchita to herself. Let me hug her, and I?ll squeeze the shit off this big bitch like toothpaste?
?Go get her, Laura!? urged don Miguel. ?Beat the hell off her!?
?Don?t hurry, Conchita!? shouted Osvaldo. ?Just get her in your arms! Get her in your arms and crush the air off her!?
The two girls began to hiss in fury, clutching their teeth. The other spectators began to encourage them and both showed their teeth, threatening each other:
?I?ll blow your ugly face away, crow!? shouted the elder girl.
?I?ll make you shit in front of all these people, scumbag!? came back the black girl?s answer.
Tall Laura briskly rushed forth, flooding stout Conchita with heavy fists to the face. The black girl answered back, but Laura?s assault was so violent that she soon overcame the negress, forcing her to retreat towards one of the pillars.
?Knock her down, Laura! Knock her down, once and for all!? shouted don Miguel, but Conchita retaliated by alternating heavy rights and lefts to the face. Fuelled by the audience?s shouts, the exchange of blows became ruthless ? the white girl was hitting faster, but the stout negress was delivering unbelievably hard punches, adding all her weight behind the blows.
?Crush her face, Laura! Crush her ugly face!? shouted her boyfriend and the tall brunette gave a yell, dashing forwards, but the stout negress met her with a hard blow to the breasts.
?Fuck you? whore!? yelled Laura, traits contorted in pain. Again, she lounged towards her foe, punching her in the face, but Conchita got her once more with a most powerful fist to the breasts, flinging them sideways and almost throwing them out of the white bra.
?You? you go for the tits, you, bloody bitch!? hissed Laura before rushing once more at her foe, but stout Conchita got her with a fist in the face, snapping her head and shaking the tall brunette from head to toe.
?Yeaaah! Go on, my Conchita!? rejoiced Marco when seeing the taller girl stagger in front of his girlfriend.
?Hold on, Laura, hold on!? shouted don Miguel.
Wild urges erupted in the patio, and Conchita went on with the punches, getting the white girl twice in the face and dazzling her. Tall Laura began to walk sideways, like drunk, and she propped her massive ass against the brim of the big table. She looked straight in Conchita?s eyes, breathing in fast pace, while a thin creek of blood began to pour from her lips.
Feeling the taste of her own blood, big Laura suddenly opened her eyes wide and pursed her lips. The next moment, she gave a wild yell and she began to throw fist after fist in Conchita?s face, but the black girl hit her back and soon, the exchange of blows became more and more violent. After awhile, the taller girl managed to crush Conchita?s nose with her fists, forcing the sturdy negress to retreat.
?That?s it, Laura, that?s it!? rejoiced don Miguel. ?Go after her, now! Punch her in the face!?
Stout Conchita was bleeding heavily by then and she was constantly shaking her head, but the taller girl didn?t let her recover and rushed at her, arms erect. She grabbed the negress by the mane and shoved her against a pillar, ensuing with a flying knee blow to the belly, the way she had seen at the Ultimate Fighting shows on TV.
?Aaaaaah??
?OK, Laura, that?s it! Go get her!? shouted Enrique when seeing that his girlfriend had knocked off Conchita?s breath. The tall brunette pulled her foe by the hair then, briskly bending the younger girl in two. She saw Conchita?s heavy breasts dangle in her red bra and fully kneed the black girl in the left tit, crushing it against the rib cage.
?There you are, you, stinking black whore!?
?Aaaaah??
The stout negress buckled under the blow and she hastily covered her heavy breasts with her arms, leaving her head unprotected. The next moment, tall Laura bent Conchita even more and delivered a most powerful hammer butt in the black girl?s unguarded top of the head, making the audience yell.
?You?re mine, black cow!? rejoiced the elder girl. ?You?re mine, stupid negress!?
?Good girl, Laura!? yelled don Miguel. ?Go on! She pries the legs! She?s groggy! Go on!?
?You?ll always regret you came here, scumbag!? hissed Laura, in frenzy.
Conchita?s eyes began to stare aimlessly, in the ground, while she moaned deeply. She parted her muscled legs even more, doing her best to keep her balance, while Laura?s sustainers bursted in hoorays, realizing the black girl?s distress. Marco clutched his teeth and urged his girlfriend to resist, but the tall brunette went on: hissing, she threw another hammer butt in Conchita?s back of the head, throwing shivers through her strong body.
?Good girl, Laura, good girl! Go on! Crush her skull!? shouted don Miguel as stout Conchita crumpled on all fours, dazed. She shook her head and it was obvious that the girl from Medellin had dazed for good the country side girl.
Laura?s sustainers began to yell, and the taller girl ensued by grabbing Conchita by the hair with both hands. She briskly pulled her head up, arching the black girl?s torso and, the next moment, she rammed her knee in Conchita?s face, in the hoorays of those who bet on her.
?Aaaaah?? yelled Conchita, as her nose crunched under the impact. Blood bursted on her face but then, Conchita gave a wild yell and, blindly, she plunged her hands between Laura?s strong thighs, hooking her fingers in her foe?s genital hair. Amazed by Conchita?s resources, the taller girl gave a sharp yell and she threw another hammer butt in Conchita?s top of the head, but the sturdy negress began to wildly pull Laura by the tufts of her lower belly, making her shriek sharply.
?Snatch her bush! Snatch her cunt hair, Conchita!? yelled jefe Osvaldo.
?Punch her, Laura! Punch her in the face!? shouted don Miguel.
The next moment, however, the black girl sunk her nails as deep as she could in Laura?s soft womanhood, making her scream from the bottom of her lungs. She squeezed the delicate groin flesh of the elder girl with all her might, being sure that Laura won?t stand the pain for too long. The white girl grinned, trying to resist but soon, the ache from her cunt flooded her from head to toe.
?Aaaaaah, fuck you? aaah, black bitch?? yelled the elder girl, leaping back and allowing stout Conchita to get up. Shouting in fury, the white girl rushed at her dazed foe, kicking her in the belly and throwing her back for two steps, but the stout negress withstood the heavy blow and, letting a wild scream, she dived head first, getting tall Laura in the belly.
?Aah??
The white girl grinned in pain and hammer butted the negress in her back, but Conchita, although still bent in two, forcefully shoved the taller girl against the nearest pillar of the patio. Then, as Laura furiously came back at her, the negress readily dived, head first, getting her foe in the belly and making the big white girl hiss in a deep tone. Screaming in anger, the elder girl delivered another hammer butt in Conchita?s back, shaking her and grabbed her curly mane, keeping her bent in two. Hissing in effort, she hammer butted once more the negress in the back but she suddenly realized then that her groin was unprotected, in Conchita?s reach. Hastily, Laura attempted to retreat, but the black girl readily ensued with a solid uppercut that got the big white girl between her strong thighs.
?Aaaaaaah??
Laura?s high pitched shriek made Conchita?s sustainers yell madly. The taller girl was clutching her eyelids in an unmistakable sign announcing that Conchita?s blow had fully crushed her clit against the pubic bone. Unable to breathe, Laura slid her hands in her crotch, bowing in slow motion above Conchita but then, the sturdy negress briskly straightened herself, catching the white girl unaware.
Conchita?s back of the head fully got the elder girl in the face, provoking a wet sound that resembled that of a crushed fruit. Laura gave a bewildered sob and, confused by the powerful blow, she retreated until she propped her massive butts against the pillar, pressing both palms on it. The spectators began to shout and the white girl let a loud moan, looking foggily at her enemy, while blood was already heavily pouring on her chin.
?Go get her, Laura!? urged don Miguel. ?Go get her!?
?I?ll go? I?ll go?? hissed the elder girl, obediently, and she leaped forth but Conchita readily shoved her backwards, ensuing with a powerful head butt to the mouth that glued Laura against the pillar.
?Aaaah?? moaned the big girl from Medellin, as if she couldn?t understand how the younger girl managed to hit her so hard. Dazed, she erected her hands towards the negress, trying to gain some seconds in order to catch her breath.
However, the sturdy girl from San Martin gave a wild yell and rushed at Laura, alternating lefts and rights to her face. Bewildered by her foe?s determination, big Laura gathered her strength and answered back blow by blow, but Conchita was hitting her so hard that she soon overcame the elder girl, getting her repeatedly in the face and snapping her head against the pillar. It became obvious that the black girl?s punches were gradually dazzling tall Laura ? the white girl?s blows became slower and slower and, in that moment, the negress realized that she had soaked her foe enough and she hastily enwrapped her waist. Urged by her sustainers, Conchita readily hoisted the taller girl before forcefully slamming her against the pillar.
?Oh!?
?That?s it, Conchita!? yelled Osvaldo. ?Crush the big bitch, now! Crush her in your arms! That?s what I was waiting for, don Miguel!? he snarled, looking at the ?banker.? ?My friends told me that the hug is Conchita?s best weapon! She?ll break your champion in two, don Miguel!?
?We shall see about that!?
Meanwhile, the white girl strained from head to toe, pulling both hands against Conchita?s arms that crushed the air off her. The negress slammed her once again against the pillar and went on by squeezing the taller girl with all her might. Amazed by the younger girl?s strength, big Laura erected like cardboard and sunk her hands in Conchita?s hair, pulling her head backwards and arching her neck. Everyone began to yell at them and, after awhile, the sturdy negress managed to strain harder, making the white girl show her teeth, in the obvious effort of standing the waist squeeze. After some moments, Laura began to desperately toss Conchita?s head from side to side, but the negress held on and hardened the waist crush even more.
?I?ll soak? your bones? white scumbag!? threatened the younger girl.
?Fuck you? Ooh, fuck you?? moaned tall Laura, doing her best to resist the terrible hug.
?Hold on, Laura! Hold on!? shouted Enrique.
?Crush the white bitch, Conchita! Crush her!? shouted Marco at his girlfriend. ?Go on! You?re stronger! Crush her ribs! You know that none withstands your embrace, Conchita!?
Laura?s face was already red by then and she was breathing loudly through clenched teeth. She struggled as hard as she could but, despite her terrible strength, she couldn?t cope with the sturdy black girl that kept on squeezing her chest. Conchita snarled wildly, realizing that she had a good grab on the white girl from Medellin and, more and more confident in herself, she began to scissor Laura in her arms. After some moments, Conchita?s maneuver showed its fruits as the white girl arched her head backwards and popped her eyes, breathing loudly.
?Ooh? fuck? you? black bitch? ooh??
?Go on, Conchita, go on! Soak her bones!? yelled jefe Osvaldo.
?Don?t give up, Laura! Pull her by the hair, don?t give up!? shouted don Miguel, lighting a cigarette.
?Ooh? I will? aaah?? moaned the tall brunette still tossing Conchita by the hair but then, the black girl began to rock the white girl in the embrace, making her moan hoarsely. Worn out by the terrible hug, Laura was looking up with popped out eyes, while all she could do was to breath like a locomotive through her wide opened mouth.
?Ooh? fuck you? ooh? shit??
Fuelled by the spectators? urges, Conchita realized that the girl from Medellin couldn?t resist anymore and she briskly squeezed her torso, provoking a snap and making her foe moan in disarray. Trying to resist, the taller girl let a gasp that gradually turned to a hiss and then, the black girl from San Martin twisted and rushed Laura once again against the pillar, forcefully slamming her against it. The brunette?s back sounded dully and she let a deep growl, fully erecting her long legs and trying to steady her bare soles on the grass.
?Oooh?? she moaned again and, by the way she hastily looked around, blinking, everybody understood that she was scared.
?Crush her, Conchita!?
?Soak her bones!?
?Do her!? were shouting her sustainers and, the next moment, the negress took advantage of Laura?s distress: still squeezing her, she delivered a head butt to the face, with all her strength. Laura?s nasal bones crunched under the impact and, instantly, her muscled thighs began to tremble.
Conchita?s sustainers began to yell, urging the sturdy negress to go on. Breathing through clenched teeth, the younger girl released the hug but ensued by pressing her foe against the pillar, right shoulder first, crushing big Laura and hissing in her ear:
?I?ll tear you to pieces, white whore!?
?Wait? aaah? till I lay my? aaah? hands on you?? moaned tall Laura.
She attempted to shove the negress but Conchita grabbed her by the mane, pushing Laura?s head against he pillar before delivering a most powerful head butt in her mouth and banging her foe?s head against the pillar.
?Aaaaaa?.? yelled Laura, violently shaking under the blow.
The next moment, blood began to pour in waves from Laura?s torn lips and she slowly sled to the ground, in the hoorays of Conchita?s sustainers. She was looking aimlessly at the stout negress, unable to control herself and then, Conchita kneeled in front of her and enwrapped Laura?s waist, hoisting her up. She then readily twisted and, hissing like a lumberjack, she slammed the elder girl to the ground.
?Aaaaaaah??
Laura violently hit the ground, butts first, and her voluminous breasts fell out of her bra, shaking like gelatin. A terrible pain ran through her spine, forcing the white girl to arch her torso, exhibiting her big tits.
This bitch is stronger than any other woman I ever fought, thought the big girl from Medellin, desperately attempting to get to her feet. However, Conchita grabbed her by the hair and, fuelled by her sustainers, she spun Laura around, forcing her once more on her ass. Again, the tall brunette gathered her forces and tried to get up, but the black girl forcefully tossed her before spinning her around and throwing her towards the big table.
Reeling, the tall white girl fell on her massive butts, accompanied by the spectators? hoorays. She began to crawl backwards on her ass while Conchita?s sustainers yelled louder and louder, realizing that the elder girl couldn?t cope anymore with the stout negress. Big Laura looked straight in the black girl?s eyes, attempting once more to get up, but sturdy Conchita readily rushed at her, kicking the elder girl in her fat padded belly. Laura froze and, for a brief second, she couldn?t breathe anymore. Her obvious dismay made Conchita?s sustainers yell madly, encouraging the black girl. Enrique lit a cigarette.
?Get up! Get up, Laura, what the hell!? he shouted. ?You can beat her!?
?I can? ooh? I can?? hissed Laura and she got on all fours, attempting once again to get up, but Conchita readily stomped the elder girl in her muscled back. A dull thud was heard and big Laura gave a deep groan, arching her trunk, while the audience was yelling like mad, cheering black Conchita. Big Laura pressed both palms in the small of her back, trying to breathe, but her strong muscles didn?t obey her anymore. She yelped in dismay while her voluminous breasts quaked in rhythm with her violent heart throbs ? she tried to suck in air, but the pain was unbearable and her face went red as she clutched her eyelids.
She got me! ? she thought, freezing on parted knees, back turned towards the stout negress. This bloody kid got me!
Howling, Marco raised his arms in the air and Conchita ensued by violently stomping the white girl in the back of her head and throwing her to the ground. Hissing, Laura fell plainly on her breasts and her face hit the soil with a thud. Frustrated, she tried once more to get up, propping on palms and parted knees, fully arching her trunk and awkwardly managing to raise her massive ass in the air.
?Your big Laura lost control, don Miguel!? rejoiced Osvaldo. ?She exposes her cunt like a beginner!?
The spectators also noticed the white girl?s fatal mistake and they began to yell in frenzy. Laura?s hairy groin was fully exposed between her big butts and the younger girl seized the opportunity on the spot, kicking the tall brunette between the thighs with all her might and throwing her forth for a feet.
?Aaaaaaah? my?. cuuuunt? aaaaaaaaaaaaaah??
?Yeah, Conchita, yeaaaaah!? yelled Osvaldo, getting up from his chair as tall Laura helplessly rolled aside, curling and crossing her calves. She slipped her arms between her muscled thighs and she began to rock back and forth, wailing.
?My cuuunt? ooooh? Jesus Christ, my cuuuuuuunt??
Realizing that the big girl from Medellin couldn?t protect herself anymore, the negress readily got in front of her foe and, savagely urged by her sustainers, she forcefully kicked Laura in the face, snapping her head.
Laura?s nose crunched and blood bursted through her nostrils while Conchita?s sustainers sprang up from their chairs, letting mad yells.
?You got her, Conchita! You got her for good! She?s yours!? shouted Marco when seeing the elder girl look around aimlessly. Then, big Laura managed to roll on all fours and she awkwardly crawled towards the table where don Miguel stood and grabbed its brim with both hands, trying to hoist herself up. However, she was so groggy that, for some seconds, she remained on her knees, breasts hanging, coiling in rhythm with her fast breathes, listening to the audience?s shouts.
Shit! There was no difference between her neighbors in Barrio del Sur and the rich men and women that watched the fight now: they all shouted wildly, encouraging the fighters to destroy each other.
?Do her for good, kid!?
?Crush the white bitch!?
?Get up, Laura! Get the hell up!?
?Draw her blood!?
I have to get up, said Laura to herself. Oh my God, I have to get up!
Blood was pouring through her nose and from her torn lips, spilling in the grass but, in spite of this devastating look, the elder girl managed to get up, facing sturdy Conchita. Her voluminous breasts heaved rapidly, her fat padded belly was inflating and deflating in fast pace and blood poured heavily from her chin in her voluptuous cleavage. Sweat had gathered in a wet, dark stain, on her thonk, making it see through and allowing everyone a full sight to the thick bush that covered Laura?s lower belly. Hearing the spectators? comments concerning her fully exposed breasts, she readily slipped them back in the bra, with an odd, casual move. It?s then that Osvaldo urged some of his bodyguards to throw a bucket of cold water on each of the two girls, making them shiver.
?You are both valiant,? he said, ?but the fight is far from being ended.? He then added, looking straight at the younger girl: ?You?re doing fine, Conchita You?re doing fine? Do you like her, don Miguel??
The ?banker? took a deep breath before shouting at Laura:
?Just fight, Laura! Fight the way you always did and beat the black bitch! She?s just a kid! Beat the hell off her!?
The big white girl nodded, swallowing her spittle.
?Will you do the black bitch, Laura? Will you do her?? asked don Miguel, throwing glares at the elder girl
?I will, don Miguel! I?ll do her! I?ll damned do the black bitch!? answered Laura, raising the hands in guard and pursing her lips.
?As you wish?? smiled Osvaldo. ?Go on, Conchita! Don?t let don Miguel?s bitch recover, Conchita! You?re stronger than her! Do her, Conchita!?
?I sure will, jefe! I sure will!?
?Go, Laura! Go get her!? yelled Enrique, then.
?Finish her up, Conchita!? shouted Marco.
?Punch her as hard as you can, Laura!?
Fuelled by the audience, both rushed in, throwing heavy fists at each other but soon, the astute negress outsmarted the big girl from Medellin by diving beneath her guard, head first, hitting ruthlessly her foe?s right breast. The taller girl let a moan of pain and delivered a hammer butt in Conchita?s back, but the black girl instantly straightened herself and grabbed her opponent by the back of the head. She shook her from side to side and she realized that the big white girl was much too exhausted to resist. Laura launched a jab at Conchita, snapping her head, but the younger girl steadied her foe?s head and, determined not to allow the white girl to recover, she rammed her forehead against Laura?s face, spurting blood all around.
?Fuck? you? bitch?? moaned the big girl from Medellin, meandering in front of the negress.
?That?s it, Conchita!? rejoiced jefe Osvaldo. ?Go on! She can?t take it anymore!?
The spectators began to shout wildly as the younger girl maneuvered Laura against a pillar, flooding her with heavy punches to the belly and breasts, gradually wearing her out. Urged by don Miguel, tall Laura answered back blow by blow, but her fists were more and more often lost in the air. By then, she was already letting brief moans in which pain melted with exhaustion.
I have to land a good punch on her? a good punch, she encouraged herself. I damned have to land a punch of mine on this bloody kid!
However, although the patio was echoing with Laura?s sustainers urges to go on, the big white girl still couldn?t find the resources to hit hard. Realizing that Laura?s strength was fading away, Conchita?s sustainers began to yell rhythmically and the black girl mounted the pressure of her assault, delivering fist after fist at Laura?s tummy, gradually splitting the elder girl in two.
?Go on, Conchita! Go on!? shouted Marco. ?She?s yours! She?s yours!?
By then, big Laura was helplessly quaking after each blow. Sensing that Conchita was overwhelming her, the elder girl covered her head with both arms and turned her back on the negress, running away. However, the black girl sensed that it was only a matter seconds before Laura would crack down and she followed her closely, flooding her with powerful hammer butts to the back of the head. The heavy blows were shaking big Laura from head to toe and soon, her eyes began to roll in the orbits. Staggering, she stumbled towards a pillar and she embraced it, parting her long legs. Her breasts were dangling madly and her big butts quivered, making Conchita?s sustainers yell in triumph:
?The big bitch parts her legs, kid? Do her, do her!?
?She?s yours, Conchita! Don?t let her escape you!?
?Good girl, Conchita!? rejoiced jefe Osvaldo, rising from his chair. ?Knock her down, now! Knock her down!?
Nodding between two heavy breathes, Conchita swallowed her spittle and launched a most powerful hammer butt to Laura?s back of the head ? this time, Laura?s long legs gave out and the big white bitch collapsed to her knees. However, she still found the resources to crawl away, trying to put a safe distance between her and the girl from the country side.
Nevertheless, Conchita grabbed the girl from Medellin by the mane, violently hoisted her up and got her in a neck lock. She heard her foe?s hoarse breathes, she felt her flesh quiver in exhaustion and she understood that Laura, although stronger than any of the females she fought before, won?t make it out. She hardened the neck lock and then she dragged the big girl in violent bursts towards the table where Osvaldo and Miguel stood. Exhausted, the elder girl was meandering, letting coarse pants, being held up by her foe?s neck lock. Her eyes were rolling in the orbits and spittle poured from her mouth, but she still found the resources to grab Conchita by the hair.
?You still wanna fight, huh?? asked the younger girl.
?You? stinking? scum?? moaned the big girl from Medellin, struggling to regain her breath. She needed air badly, but the negress was suffocating her in the lock. She pulled on her hair and hope filled her when hearing Conchita?s groan of pain. Gathering her strength, big Laura pulled harder on her foe?s curly hair and she plunged her free hand in the younger girl?s left breast, seeking for the nipple. She once succeeded in turning the tables by grabbing one of her foe?s nipples, in the street?
They struggled for some moments, letting hoarse moans and big Laura managed to get a good grab on the younger girl?s breast, squeezing it for all she was worth while yanking her head back by the hair.
?That?s it, Laura! That?s it! Snatch the black bitch?s udder, Laura! Tear her udder apart!? rejoiced don Miguel when seeing Conchita grin in terrible pain.
However, the two girls froze, giving all that they could in the wild struggle. The negress gave a sharp scream and she reinforced the neck lock but Laura was already shaking Conchita?s breast, in most savage bursts.
?Aaaaah? You?ll be? sorry for? this?? hissed Conchita and, a moment later, she gathered her strength and slammed Laura?s head against the brim of the table with all her might.
The table shook violently under the blow and all the cocktail glasses fell down. Laura began to pull on the black girl?s breast as if there was no tomorrow but Conchita went on with the head slams until she felt that the white girl gradually released her grip on the soft mammary.
?There? you are? white whore?? hissed the negress, resorting to squeeze Laura?s neck in the powerful lock.
?You? black? bitch??
Soon, Conchita felt her foe?s muscles soak in her grip and she began to slam Laura?s head against the table with all her strength. By then, the white girl?s skin on the forehead tore open and blood began to spurt on the table after each blow. Conchita gave a mad yell and hardened the neck lock, tossing Laura wildly and the white girl?s heavy breasts sprawled once more out of the bra, swaying back and forth. Her massive butts trembled and soon, as she understood that she could not withstand the younger girl?s assault, she began to let muffled shrieks. She parted her strong legs, trying to hold on and she pulled Conchita by the hair, yanking her head backwards, but the stout negress resorted to punch Laura?s left breast with ruthless blows.
?I?ll kill you? white whore? I?ll kill you!?
?Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah!?
Desperate, Laura was letting fearful screams, making Conchita?s sustainers yell in triumph. The white girl covered her heavy breasts with both arms but then, the black girl resorted once more to slam her face against the table.
?I?ll kill you? white bitch! I?ll kill? you??
?Fuck? you?? hissed Laura in response and she grabbed the brim of the table, trying to oppose the head slamming, but Conchita began once again to punch her in the hanging left breast.
Understanding that she wasn?t able to protect herself anymore, Laura let a succumbing yell and the black girl released her and took a step back, leaving the white girl bent from her waist, with the forehead propped on the brim of the table and massaging her battered breast.
?Aaaaa?. My breast? Enrique? she tore? my breast?? wailed the elder girl.
?Fight back, Laura! What the heck are you doing?? hissed Enrique, throwing glares at his girlfriend. ?You wanna lose all that damned money? Fight back! Are you scared, or what??
?I?m not? scared?? uttered the taller girl. ?I?m not? scared? fuck her??
However, she could barely breathe and her heavy butts seemed to pull her down after every breath. Feeling her forces fade away, she grabbed the table with both hands. Her belly and breasts were hanging and the left nipple was terribly swollen, as if blood was almost bursting out of it.
?Yeah, Conchita, do her!? urged Marco. ?The white bitch can?t take it anymore! Do her for good! Do her!?
The sturdy negress cautiously approached tall Laura and, briskly grabbing her by the mane from behind, she straightened her and delivered a most powerful jab to her already swollen breast. The splashing sound of the impact made Conchita?s sustainers yell madly as, the next moment, the white girl began to quake from head to toe.
She?s too strong, thought Laura as she fell to her knees, covering her breasts with both arms. Some moments passed by and the big girl from Medellin, fuelled by the urges of her sustainers, tried to get up but then, her long legs let her out and her voluminous ass fell on the ground, between her parted heels, making the whole audience clap hands, acclaiming the girl from the country side. Meanwhile, Laura curled until resting her forehead on the ground, arms still hugging her big tits. She was almost finished.
?Get up, Laura! Get up! I?ll give you 2000 bucks if you beat this stinking negress!? promised don Miguel. ?You hear that? Two thousands dollars!?
?I?ll? beat? her? don Miguel? Just wait? I?ll? beat? her?? hissed the taller girl and she propped on her palms, trying to hoist herself up, but she could only get on all fours and she began to wave back and forth, like drunk. Realizing that the elder girl had ran out of fuel, Conchita mounted on her massive butts and grabbed Laura by the ears, as she always did with her dazed foes. That?s how she had finished Ibarra, that?s how she?ll finish this big girl from Medellin!
Recovering her breath, Conchita took her time to position Laura?s head and then, as her sustainers acclaimed her, she briskly pulled the white girl?s head up by the hair and delivered a most powerful head blow in her foe?s back of the skull.
A dull thud was heard and big Laura quaked from head to toe.
?Madre de Dios?? she hissed, meandering uncontrollably.
The black girl shoved Laura forwards and got up, while the big white girl fell on wide parted knees and elbows. She could barely move and the negress knew damned well that the elder girl was completely at her disposal by then. It took Laura some good seconds to raise her head, looking in front of her with empty eyes. Now and then, she was raising her muscled calves, as if she was trying to leap forth, but her forces always let her out. She fully arched her back and her voluminous butts pointed upwards like two huge water melons, shivering as if Laura was a wild mare after a long run. Her eyes met don Miguel?s, who shouted at her:
?Get the hell up, Laura! Get up!?
?Oh? Jesus?? she wailed, shaking her head and then, Conchita kneeled behind her, grabbing Laura?s massive butts with both hands. She knew what she had to do: confused, the elder girl fully showed her cunt, as if she was unconsciously inviting the negress to finish her up. However, Conchita made a stop, looking around as if she wanted to make sure that none would interfere, the way it had happened when she was about to destroy strong Ibarra.
But, none was making the least attempt to stop her.
?Stupid, white whore!? snarled Conchita then and, parting the elder girl?s voluminous butts, she sprang up, delivering a terrible knee blow in Laura?s widely exposed groin.
?Aaaaaaah??
She tears me apart, said Laura to herself as she slid her hands in her womanhood and curled on the ground, in a frog-like stance, ass resting on the grass between her parted feet. Her soles were flat on the ground, toes pointed outwards in an obvious sign of helplessness, recognized on the spot by the catfight aficionados.
?Mamma? mamma?? mumbled big Laura, as she was unable to move anymore. A moment later, she felt Conchita?s left hand slide beneath her belly before grabbing a handful of her tummy flesh.
?You?re mine, white bitch! You?re mine!? yelled the younger girl, as she sunk her right hand in Laura?s mane, pulling her head backwards and thus forcing the elder girl to arch her muscled torso. Conchita dragged her foe?s head back in two or three furious bursts, gradually arching the big white girl who felt that her neck vertebrae were dismantling under Conchita?s grip. She tried to hold on but then, she felt that she was hoisted off the ground, in the wild hoorays of the audience.
The elder girl gave a yelp and erected her legs, trying to control herself, but the sturdy negress, in a terrible display of power, held Laura in the air for some seconds before slamming her on the right side. The white girl began to pedal wildly, trying to free herself, but Conchita insured her position by leaning on her right hand that pinned Laura?s head to the ground, while enwrapping her left arm around the brunette?s left thigh and pulling it upwards. The big girl from Medellin began to writhe madly, but she was too exhausted and soon, the younger girl managed to pack her foe?s left thigh against her trunk, until Laura?s left knee touched her shoulder. Her thighs were spread fully by then and all she could do was to flutter the left calf in brief, helpless bursts.
?Aaaah? you? black bitch? aaah? you? fuck? ooooh??
Laura?s desperate moans announced the audience that she was caught beyond escape. However, she did her best to impinge on the right foot, raising her big ass from the ground for some ten inches but, in that moment, Laura felt that the black girl placed her right knee over her cheek, leaning with all her weight over her face and decisively pinning her head to the ground.
?Jesus? Chriiiist!?
?That?s it, Conchita!? yelled Osvaldo. ?Do her! The big girl?s just a puppet in your hands! Do her, Conchita!?
Yelling in desperation, the taller girl began to jerk her left calf, but Conchita strained as hard as she could, keeping a good control of Laura?s left thigh and, a moment later, she pulled her trunk up by the enwrapped thigh, managing to slide her left knee beneath the brunette?s hips.
She?s stronger than me, understood Laura, as a violent hooray erupted from Conchita?s sustainers. Oh, my God, she?s much stronger than me?
Everybody kept shouting, as they clearly realized that the sturdy negress had brought the elder girl near the end of the rope. Head crushed beneath Conchita?s right knee, hip resting on the black girl?s left thigh, the big girl from Medellin had her thighs fully spread and all she could do was to erect her right leg, propping on the ball of her sole. Her massive butts were fully parted by the maneuver that kept her muscled thighs apart, and her white thonk had slipped all the way in Laura?s womanly crease, allowing everyone a full sight of her broad groin. Even her ass hole was opened by Conchita?s splitt

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