HARDCORE MOTHERS II by Mr. Cage

**cage** · January 31st, 2006, 09:22 PM

WARNING: This is a fantasy of extreme nature about violent, brave, lusty people who are willing to personally suffer the consequences or reap the rewards of their actions with out regards to the norms of modern society or the qualms of conscious. Don?t read it if you are not interested in such topics or at all squeamish. Also, make sure you are mature enough to know the difference between illusion and reality. This is not a how to book

HARDCORE MOTHERS II by Mr. Cage

It was another hot day at the end of the dirt road.

Mom?s face and body still bore the bruises from her beating the previous Friday and she still moped around while the victor Dora ruled the roost in the trailer park. However, that first fight had opened the flood gate. There were a lot of grudges in our miserable little world and our landlord was more than happy to encourage them. He was paying twenty bucks to the winner of any fight he watched and five bucks to the loser if they put up a good fight. Moreover, since the first fight had ended with my mother?s public sexual humiliation and night long sexual domination, the new fights carried the same terms.

If it was possible the temperature seemed hotter than the 90 degrees the temperature gauges read on the side of our trailer. The ground was softer than last week and the dust was at a minimum. Three days of on and off rain had ended the draught. Our community consisted of five trailers parked haphazardly in what was once an open field hidden away in an uncut stand of pine trees about a hundred yards down a dirt road behind Mr. Clark?s fancy house. The rest of the ?improvements? included a tiny concrete block house that served as a community shower and laundry room and out door toilets at the other end of the field next to a trash dumpster. It was true old south trailer trash haven. How we all got there wasn?t really important. The women were all single moms and they worked in a minimum wage shirt factory within walking distance. Feelings were hard and until now there had been nothing in the way of excitement or relief.

Four fights were scheduled. Marci was to fight Betty. Marci?s boy Willy was to fight Joe. Joe had beaten me in the woods after his mother had destroyed mine. It was the first time I had ever lost a fight with the skinny little bitch. I intended to fight him again, but I had planned to do it in private. But now there was money involved. Too bad, I?d have to wait my turn. And, much to my surprise, my sister Cindy was to fight Tina?s oldest girl. And Marci?s little girl was to fight Betty?s little girl. Everybody wanted to beat somebody down. It was that type of place.

Before the fights started Mr. Clark announced that right now he was establishing Dora as the champ of the camp. She would get free rent for the month. He would determine a challenger depending on the outcomes of the fights between now and the first Friday of the next month. A brief discussion followed. By the end of it Mom and Tina were scheduled to fight the following Friday. The winner of that fight would fight the winner of the women?s fight this Friday. Then after a week off, the winner of that elimination fight would fight Dora.

Marci was a bit younger than the other mothers. She stood 5?8?? and weighed probably 140 relatively slender pounds. She was one of those black women with long strong arms and legs. Her figure was probably 36C 28 38 and she had her kinky black hair cut short and slicked down. Her skin was dark black and she had a very African nose and mouth. Her hands and feet were rather big. I thought she might be the toughest and she was definitely the fittest of the mothers. She was dressed for the fight in a white t-shirt and panties. The last fight had established that bras could be used as a weapon so the women had left them off. No one expected to escape being exposed; especially win the loser would have to give Mr. Clark a public blow job and then get dragged to the winner?s tailor for a night of abuse.

Betty was a pinched face, ugly bitch. She had light brown skin, dark black hair, cut summer short. She stood 5?6?? and weighed at least 160 pounds. Her figure was probably 40C 30 42. She had an ugly mouth and ever since she and Marci had decided to fight she had been spitting out ?nigger? ever chance she got. Her friend Tina was urging her to kick her in the cunt over and over again. I can?t say anyone in our trailer park was particularly enlightened. We were all pretty much nasty, mean and desperate. And of course, Mr. Clark?s little game did nothing to improve things.

Marci?s four kids cheered on their mom. Betty?s two kids and Tina?s three were solidly behind the white woman. Dora and her son Joe cheered on Betty. Mom was quiet. Cindy cheered on Marci just to piss of Tina?s oldest girl. I secretly cheered for Marci because I wanted her son Willy to kick Joe?s ass. It was already nasty and not even one punch had been thrown.

Mr. Clark started the fight.

Betty rushed forward screaming, ?I?ll fucking gut you nigger.?

Well as it turned out, Marci stuck out her long leg and gutted Betty. The fat white bitch folded around Marci?s black foot and sat down on her ass. She groaned and held her stomach. Marci laughed at her and circled Betty taunting her. I thought the black woman should have ended it right there. Instead she spent way too long strutting and trash talking the gasping white bitch.

Betty finally recovered her breath and was able to unbend and roll onto her hands and knees. Marci waited for a second and then took one step forward and drop kicked Betty?s right tit. The white t-shirt jiggled like a bag of jelly and Marci flipped onto her back with her knees up and her hands cupping her tit. Betty howled and moaned like her tit had been busted. I hoped it had. I really did care who got hurt, I just wanted to see a good fight, some blood, a lot of agony and some fucking.

Marci yelled, ?Come on and fight you loudmouth white cunt.?

Then she spit on Marci and kicked dirt on her tear stained face. Marci shook her head in disgust as the white woman wailed and cupped her tit. Maybe it was busted. I yelled for her to kick the other one. Joe and a couple of others laughed. Marci walked up to Betty, grabbed her hair and started to drag her back to Mr. Clark for his blow job. Marci trash talked the whole way as Betty?s fat ass was dragged through the dirt. It was a disappointing fight and a total humiliation of the white woman. All of Betty?s supporters were very quiet and Marci?s kids were talking a ton of trash about whipping white ass.

Marci forced Betty to her knees and shoved her face toward Mr. Clark?s hard cock which was sticking out of his overalls. Betty suddenly drove her right fist up and smacked Marci right in the cunt. Marci grunted and looked startled, not crippled like I would have been. Betty screamed, grabbed Marci?s feet, and rammed her head into Marci?s round lower belly. Marci yelled and fell on her ass with her ankles still held.

Marci jerked her legs, but it was too late. Betty lunged forward just getting off the ground high enough to drop her knees hard onto the black woman?s panty covered mound. The sickening thud was so solid I felt it in my feet. Marci groaned and bent up like she was hooked to a string. Her eyes were wide. Betty punched her hard in the mouth and then hammered on the nose. Marci fell flat on her back, bleeding from the mouth.

Betty scrambled on top of the black woman, sitting on her belly and pounding her face and tits with windmill punches. Betty?s supporters came alive screaming for Betty to beat up the nigger. There weren?t a lot of enlightened humanitarians in that crowd. Marci?s face got pounded, but she fought back. Her hands ripped open Betty?s t-shirt and clawed Betty?s neck and chest. Betty?s punches were blocked by Marci?s reaching arms. Betty leaned forward and forced Marci?s hands down to the dirt. The fat white bitch scooted up Marci?s belly, rolling up Marci?s t-shirt. Inch by inch, and finally the bottom of Marci?s fine firm black tits were exposed.

Marci kicked and bucked, but Betty?s fat ass had her pinned in the dirt. Betty suddenly through her right knee over Marci?s left arm. Now the white bitch fired her newly freed right fist down into Marci?s face. The black woman took it in the eye, on the cheek, in the mouth and on the broad nose. It was a brutal pounding and Marci?s lips were soon busted open. Blood dribbled from her nose. Each time Betty?s hard fist hammered Marci?s face, the blood splattered and smeared. It looked even worse than it was. Marci writhed and struggled trying to get the fat bitch off her. I started to cheer for Marci to use her knees.

Marci must have heard me. Suddenly she drove her long right leg up, knee first and speared Betty in the back. Betty had drawn back her fist and leaned backward to deliver a hard fist. The knee hit her just right and she pitched forward with her back awkwardly arched. Marci twisted under the bitch and started to crawl out from between her legs. Betty grabbed a handful of kinky hair and jerked Marci?s head back down. The white bitch was hurt, but not disabled.

A test of strength occurred and Betty was winning given her superior weight and position, but Betty?s thighs were to close to Marci?s mouth. The black woman sank her teeth into Betty?s flabby inner thigh and bit down hard. Betty?s face turned red, her head came back and she screamed bloody murder.

Betty rolled off Marci punching wildly at the black woman?s head. Betty?s legs kicked and tried to push the black woman away. Marci had been trying to get out from between those legs, but now she pushed forward. She sunk her teeth into Betty?s crotch for just a second. Betty screamed and pushed back hard with both her dirty feet on Betty?s hips. Betty was forced backward. She grabbed Betty?s panties and pulled trying to fight back against the bitch?s feet. All she did was rip the cheap full panties off the bitch exposing her hairy big droopy lipped cunt.

Betty?s inner thigh was bloody, but her cunt hadn?t been damaged more than maybe pinched and bruised. She scrambled to her feet shedding her panties and stood there furious, breathing heavily and happy to have escaped. Her t-shirt was ripped open and so we had a good look at her sweaty sloppy tits as well. Marci stood up. Her facial beating had been pretty bad. Her lips were swollen. Both cheeks looked puffy and she was just as happy to have escaped. Blood covered the lower half of her face and stained her t-shirt.

Betty moved forward slowly. Marci raised her fists. The black woman struck first with a nasty left jab to Betty?s nose. Betty?s head snapped back and she missed with a wide right. Marci tagged her again with the left. Betty?s nose dribbled and her eyes watered. She backed up. Marci hit her in the mouth, then the cheek and then low in the belly. Betty staggered back and almost turned to run. She was blocked by Mr. Clark. Betty swung around with a savage back fist strike. Marci dodged backward.

Betty rubbed her dirty forearm across her nose and cursed when she saw red. Marci laughed and taunted her, dancing and shadow boxing. Marci had already made this mistake once! I yelled for her to finish the bitch. Betty cursed at me for cheering for the black woman and I shot her the finger. Fuck her.

Marci finally danced forward with her fists ready to finish off the white bitch, but suddenly Betty lowered her head and charged. The fat white bitch tackled the black woman and drove her hard into the dirt. Betty ripped open Marci?s t-shirt and immediately sank her teeth into Marci?s tit meat. Marci screamed in shock. She grabbed the back of Betty?s hair and pulled her head back. Betty?s teeth locked into Marci?s black tit flesh and lifted the entire tit off Marci?s chest. Marci cried out. She twisted her left hand into Betty?s hair and drew back her right fist.

Marci pounded Betty?s nose and eyes with rapid fire rights until the white woman?s teeth opened and she covered her bleeding face. Marci?s right breast had deep bite marks in three places. Betty reached for Marci?s face and clawed. Marci moaned and twisted her head back and forth. Betty ripped at her mouth and then started choking the black woman. I was surprised that Betty was proving so tough and adept at dirty fighting.

Marci clawed at Betty?s hands and then reached up for the white woman?s thicker neck. Betty arched her back, but Marci?s longer arms just made it. The two bitches choked each other for at least a minute. But Betty was on top and pressing down. Marci was in trouble. I couldn?t believe it! She was the better fighter and she was getting choked out by a dirty fighting fat bitch. I yelled for her to throw Betty off.

Marci bucked and twisted, but she couldn?t dislodge the fat bitch. Slowly ever so slowly Marci?s eyes grew desperate. Then her hands fell away and she frantically signaled she was finished. Betty rose up and got her knees on Marci?s arms. Then she started punching the black woman?s face. It was a savage right and left fistic assault. Marci?s only defense was to twist her bloody face back and forth trying to keep the hard landing punches from getting a straight on impact. Maybe she succeeded in getting a glancing blow or two, but for the most part the white woman?s fists thudded into Marci?s face and head again and again. It was as brutal a beat down as I had seen. Blood flew from each impact and Betty?s fists were red with Marci?s blood.

Mr. Clark watched for two minutes before stopping the beating. Marci sobbed and bled as Betty ripped off her clothes and talked shit to her. Marci?s kids were shocked and I know a lot of grudges were started or reinforced right then and there. The triumph Betty jerked Marci up by her hair and presented her on her knees in front of Mr. Clark?s cock.

Marci sucked it and Betty used the black woman?s hair to make sure she deep throated our landlord. Luckily, he was only about seven inches and not too thick. Marci sucked and slobbered until Mr. Clark grabbed her head, forced her face against his hairy belly and shot his wad deep into her throat. Betty jerked Marci?s head off the dripping cock and then covered Marci?s busted mouth with a hand making sure Marci swallowed ever drop of Mr. Clark?s cum.

When that was assured, Betty kneed the sobbing black woman in the tits and let fall on her back in the dirt. Marci started to roll over and gag between her sobs, but Betty put her dirty foot on the side of Marci?s bloody face and pushed the other side into the dirt. Betty stood over her victim and made sure everybody knew she had whipped a nigger whore?s ass. Then the fat bitch squatted and pissed on Marci?s face in front of everyone.

Marci?s kids looked away, but almost everyone else laughed and more than a few applauded. With her triumph total, Betty immediately grabbed Marci?s matted and now wet hair and walked her like a dog all the way to the showers. Betty loudly proclaimed she wanted to clean up the dirty bitch before she fucked her.

Next up was Willy against Joe, a second fight for Marci?s family. Willy looked sick as his mother was dragged away. Dora promised him that she would teach him how to eat pussy once Joe had finished fucking him in the ass. The women in the audience insisted the boys strip out of their jeans and fight in their underwear like the women did. I was slightly surprised by the obscene observations of many of the women, the younger ones included. They were really into this too. I thought only me and Mr. Clark were that way.

Willy was tall, muscular for a skinny black kid. Joe was tall and skinny and didn?t look nearly as ripped. However, I knew from painful experience, that Joe could win a fight when it was dirty and no one was there to object to his low blows and eye attacks. He was a real sneaky shit and I was planning to fuck him up the next time we fought, now that I was clued into his fighting style.

Joe looked confident and Willy looked distracted. Perhaps the yelps of his mother as Betty applied a belt to her ass had gotten his attention. Mr. Clark started the fight.

Willy held up his fists. Joe put out his hand to shake. Willy unclenched his fists and put out his hand. Joe kicked him right in his package. Several of the girls laughed. Willy?s sisters were furious. Willy doubled over and cursed once, but then Joe?s right fist smashed into his mouth. Willy?s head snapped back and he staggered. Joe?s left fist hit him in the eye. The right fist came down on the left ear. Willy staggered now backing away and trying to cover his head. Joe grabbed a handful of Willy?s kinky hair and jerked his head down with his left hand and started firing blind uppercuts with his right fist into Willy?s face. Joe suddenly had a lot of supporters, even though most of the girls in the trailer park and all of the guys thought he was a pervert. I guess winning is more important than anything else.

Willy fell backwards on his ass. Joe still had a handful of hair so Willy was sitting up on his ass, his eyes glazed over. The white boy rushed forward and drove a knee into Willy?s face. Crack! Willy grabbed the knee and held on for dear life. Joe tried to knee him again and then just started pounded the back of Willy?s neck with his right fist. Man oh man, Willy was getting the shit kicked out of him and he hadn?t gotten in one blow.

Suddenly Joe howled. I got a perfect shot of Willy biting into Joe?s thigh right above the knee. Willy?s mouth and nose were bloody, but he had his teeth deep on Joe?s skinny ass thigh, probably grinding on the long muscle. Joe yelped and ripped at the corners of Willy?s mouth trying to pull his teeth out. Joe finally hooked Willy?s mouth and threatened to fishhook him. The battered black kid had to let go of the bite and twist away from the fishhook.

Joe cursed and examined his bleeding thigh. He started yelling about cheating niggers fighting like women. I yelled out he was a fucking faggot for taking a cheat shot. Joe looked at me and promised me an ass fucking when he was done with the nigger. Right about then Willy drove a fist into Joe?s balls. Joe?s eyes went wide and he staggered backwards his last curse bubbling through his clenched lips.

Willy tried to get up, but he was dizzy. He had taken a terrible pounding in a short time. His sisters screamed for him to fight. He stood and shook his head, wiped the blood off his face, it was even worse than I thought. It looked like he had bitten through his lower lip and chipped a tooth when the knee hit. Shit a guy could get hurt doing this. I suddenly began to appreciate the idea of being a voyeur rather than participant.

Joe straightened up, and suddenly charged into Willy, spearing the black kid and driving him hard through the scattering crowd into the side of a trailer. Willy?s feet left the ground and he fell backwards hitting the trailer with his head and shoulders. Willy was knocked out. Joe grabbed Willy?s feet dragged him away from the trailer. Then Joe paused and drew back his right foot in mock suspense. He asked if they wanted to see how far he could kick a set of balls. A lot of the girls screamed for him to do it. He really didn?t need any encouragement. He drove his foot into Willy?s underpants. Willy flopped but barely reacted otherwise. He was knocked the fuck out. Joe pulled off Willy?s underpants and used his foot to flop Willy?s slowly swelling cock up onto his flat belly. He had an impressive cock and for some reason it was swelling up while he was unconscious. A lot of the girls giggled.

Joe knelt down on Willy?s chest, secured the black boy?s arms under the knees and started a two handed facial beating of the helpless kid. It was a repeat of the beating of Marci. Mr. Clark let it go on for a couple of minutes and then stopped it. Mr. Clark passed on a blow job and ruled Joe the winner. Joe and his fat ass mother Dora dragged the Willy away to their trailer. God knows what would happen to him there.

Next up was my sister Cindy, who could not by any stretch of the imagination be called shy or virginal. Let?s face it. My older sister was a slut among sluts in a trailer park of sluts. First think she did strip off her t-shirt and show off her big 38D tits and flat belly in a tissue thin white thong. Cindy?s black bush poked over and around the thong. At 5?8?? and 135 with a 38D 24 34 figure, Cindy was the beauty queen of our little piece of low class heaven, but I doubted that would help her in a fight. Just to show her class, Cindy rubbed her pussy and pointed to Tina?s daughter, Erica.

?You?re going to be eating me from asshole to belly button your loudmouth cunt! And you?re going to have my brother?s cock up your ass and my mother?s big ass in your face,? Cindy promised and then dared, ?Strip down and lets? get dirty you fucking cock sucking whore.?

Erica ripped off her t-shirt and stood in black bikini panties. Like her mother she was heavy set, 5?7?? 150 probably and I figured her for soft 38D 30 38 figure with an ample jiggling ass and fat thighs. Her hair was blonde and her skin was pale. She had blue eyes, but the watery kind, not really attractive. Cindy had purposefully stolen Erica?s boyfriend the past year and made the bigger girl?s life at school hell. Erica had the look of a bitch out for some revenge.

Erica promised, ?I?m going to kick your cunt bloody, bitch.?

Cindy spit and hit Erica square in the face with a gob of nasty spit and laughed. Erica howled and rushed forward with her arms flying windmill style. Cindy surprised me by standing her ground and firing a straight left jab through Erica?s nonexistent guard and smacking the enraged girl in the mouth. It was a good punch and it snapped Erica?s head back, but the big girl was rushing forward and she ran into Cindy.

The charge carried the staggering blonde into my sister and they hit the dirt hard with Erica on top. Cindy?s legs snapped on the heavy girl?s hips and rolled her to the side. Cindy?s claws went to the other girl?s face. My sister?s nails were cat sharp while Erica?s were less so. Erica howled as ten bright scratches trailed down the sides of her face. She turned away and Cindy rolled on top.

Cindy sat up and punched with both fists. Erica covered her face with her arms and bucked. Her ass might be fat, but her legs were strong. The thrust of her hips pitched Cindy forward face first into the dirt. Erica?s arms closed around Cindy?s back and Cindy screamed. Erica had bitten into my sister?s prized 38Ds. All of the girls were yelling for Erica to bite my sister?s tits off.

Cindy squirmed and pushed up. Erica rolled and now my sister was on her back. Erica?s head was twisted sideways so she could suck as much of my sister?s right tit into her gnawing teeth. Cindy howled and ripped out handfuls of dirty blonde hair. My sister?s heels pounded Erica?s lower back, and then switched to locking into a brutal scissors. Erica groaned and reached back for my sister?s ankles. Cindy used her left hand to pull back Erica?s face by the hair long enough to rake Erica?s eyes with her right claws.

Erica howled and had to protect her face, losing the tit bite. Cindy?s prefect 38D was bright red behind the bite and there was an oval of teeth marks and suck marks around the erect nipple and raised aureole. Wow! Erica had really chewed down. Cindy took a quick look at her tit, cursed and grabbed Erica?s throat with both hands. Cindy used her legs to roll on top and now she was choking the bigger girl out. This was a serious fucking fight and Cindy was trying to end it quick!

Erica?s pale face reddened and she looked terrified. She reached up and clawed at Cindy?s neck, but Cindy had position. Then the girl went back to Cindy?s big tits. The fat bitch grabbed both tits by the nipples. She pulled, pinched and twisted like my sister?s nipples were knobs. Cindy screamed and let go of the choke to grab Erica?s wrists. Cindy grabbed at Erica?s wrists and tried to rip away the gouging hands, with no success.

Erica used Cindy?s tits to roll her onto her side. The heavier girl tried to crawl on top and continue the tit maul, but Cindy managed to keep her scissors around the girl?s waist. Cindy howled and jerked her long legs tighter. Erica moaned and then yelped as Cindy?s knees pushed up and under her ribs. It was a test of pain, tit pain versus the feeling of having your ribs broken and your guts squeezed out. I was afraid my sister?s nipples would lose long before Erica?s ribs gave.

Erica kept working on Cindy?s nipples. Cindy let go of the Erica?s wrists and went for the eyes again. Erica screamed and tried to twist her face away. Cindy?s claws crisscrossed the tit mauler?s face looking for an eyeball to gouge. Erica?s face was sliced and diced, but the bitch would not stop working Cindy?s nipples. Cindy was howling now and Erica?s supporters were getting louder.

?Tear of the whore?s nipples!? shouted Tina.

Mom yelled, ?You and me next week cunt! I?ll tear your tits and cunt to shreds!?

The two mothers all most went at it right then. Mr. Clark shook his head and the mothers backed off. Man the heat between the two mothers had just gone off the charts. I knew that look in my mother?s eyes. Tina was going to get hurt.

My attention was called back to the struggling girls. Cindy screamed and started punching Erica?s moving face. Erica was determined to maul Cindy into submission, but Cindy?s right fist was hammering Erica?s face and head no matter where she twisted her face. Erica?s nose was bleeding. Her left eye was swelling. Her lip busted open. Her eyebrow puffed up. Cindy?s screams and tears showed how effective the tit mauling was, but my sister seemed driven mad by the pain, not cowed by it into a sobbing surrender.

Cindy?s bloody fist cracked Erica on the jaw. This time Erica was stunned. Her gouging, pinching fingers loosened and she stopped in mid struggle. Cindy smashed the girl again right around a slowly raising arm. This time the punch clearly knocked the heavy weight tit mauler for a loop. Her head bounced on the dirt and she slumped away.

Cindy grabbed the bitch?s slack hands and pulled them off her tits. Damn! My sister?s tits were either bright red or already dark blue. Her nipples were wet with pink fluid and engorged to the size of udders. Her tits looked like they were swelling as they hung down heavily from her chest as she rolled on top of Erica. She had been seriously fucked up.

Erica?s mother yelled for her to buck again. Cindy spun on top the stunned girl and put her left knee across Erica?s throat and used her right foot as a balance. Erica choked and clawed useless at the knee. Cindy grabbed the trapped girl?s hair with her left and jerked her head up. Erica closed her eyes, but Cindy?s right fist smacked both eyes again and again until Erica?s right cheek was split. The bitch?s face was a mess. Blood poured from her nose and she started choking on her own blood. Cindy kept punching and Erica went limp. Mr. Clark let Cindy get in three more punches.

Tina started forward. Mom started for Tina. Mr. Clark got in between them and pulled Cindy off, declaring my tit sore sister as the winner. Damn, what a fight! Cindy slapped Erica awake and Mr. Clark got his second blow job from a busted up face that day. Cindy repeated Betty?s hand over mouth technique and Erica got a belly full of Mr. Clark?s salty cum. And then my loving sister dragged her prize over to me for a second swallow of cum. I was more than ready and shot my hot wad in less than four minutes. Then Cindy hauled her prize off to our trailer. Mom followed, but I wanted to see the kid fight.

In a kids? rematch of their mothers? bloody fight, Marci?s daughter Althea was going to fight Betty?s daughter Anne. Althea had seen both her mother and older brother beaten senseless, humiliated and dragged away. The little girl had two siblings left to cheer her on and I decided to cheer for her too. I didn?t like Betty and why should I root for her daughter. Screw the whole family.

The girls stripped down to panties. Apparently topless was now the rule, although it didn?t really matter much for these two. Anne was already fat at 4?5?? and 90 or so pounds. Althea wasn?t skinny at 4?6?? and around 75 pounds. Like her mother Anne had light brown skin and stringy black hair. Anne looked confident, but at the same time Althea looked determined. I wondered if either of the girls knew anything about fighting.

They flew at each other like little hellcats. In a second they were in each other?s hair. Almost immediately they were on the ground rolling around, spitting and screaming at each other. Althea used her teeth first on Anne?s right hand which was clawing at the black girl?s face. Anne rolled on top and threatened to get into the school girl mount, but Althea hooked her with a dirty foot and pulled the fat girl off backwards.

Right then I knew the at least Althea had learned something from the fights. She held Anne?s right thigh between her left arm and side and jammed her right knee down on Anne?s left thigh. Anne was on her back. She rolled up to fight back, but Althea immediately pulled the white girl?s panties to the side and jammed her hand into the girl?s nearly hairless crotch. Anne howled and cried out for Althea to stop.

Althea?s black fingers disappeared for a moment and Anne screamed and grabbed herself obscuring what was happening. She shouted and begged for Althea to stop. Althea finally jerked her hand away. Anne cried and held herself, sitting there forgetting that there was still a fight on.

Althea?s already bloody fist smacked the helpless white girl in the mouth. Anne twisted away and tried to crawl away. Althea jumped on her back and rode the fat girl flat into the dirt. Then the relentless black girl grabbed a double handful of stringy black hair and jerked Anne?s head back. Anne screamed as her neck was wrenched. Then suddenly Althea used the hair to bang Anne?s tear stained face into the dirt again and again.

Somebody started counting at around five and stopped around twelve. Althea kept pounding Anne?s face into the dirt. Finally Mr. Clark said it was enough. Althea stood up with Anne?s hair still in her hands. She couldn?t lift the fat girl up so Althea stood bent over holding Anne?s face up for all to see.

The white girl?s face was a mask of dirt. Her nose and mouth looked to be bleeding because the caked on dirt was red mud under her nose and around her mouth. Wow, Althea had avenged her mother and put a major beat down on in record time on Betty and established herself as a dangerous little bitch.

Mr. Clark waved off a blow job. Well there were at least some things he wouldn?t do. I didn?t watch Althea squat over Anne and piss on her and I didn?t follow her back to the trailer where Anne would pay for losing. Instead I went back to our trailer.

Mom was fisting a sobbing Erica. Cindy was sitting to the side, her legs spread and her cunt obviously wet and satisfied. I came in and my Mom rotated around to squat on Erica?s face. She kept fisting the poor girl but had Cindy lift Erica?s legs upward and then pin them back onto Mom?s shoulders.

It was quite a sight. Mom?s fist in Erica?s spread cunt, blonde pussy hair wet with obviously several minutes of juice. Mom leaned back and Erica was further bent to where her feet were almost above her covered face. Erica?s muffled grunts from Mom?s fisting told me her mouth and nose was covered by Mom?s hairy cunt.

Mom instructed me to stick my cock in Erica?s tight asshole. Cindy helped me out by sucking my cock hard and then jamming two fingers into Erica?s ass. Cindy guided my cock in by spitting on its head and then spitting into Erica?s opened hole. Getting my cock into the tight shoot wasn?t even given the angle, but I had my sister?s hands helping me and every time I slowed she spit some more lube on the shaft.

I eventually grounded against Erica?s ass cheeks, seven inches plus deep in the blonde?s asshole. I could feel my Mom filling up Erica?s cunt with her hand. The girl?s terrible moans from under Mom?s hairy cunt and sweaty ass barely reached me. I couldn?t tell if they were moans of pleasure or pain. Well, let?s be honest. Somehow if she was enjoying this she had even more problems than my cock in her ass and Mom?s hand in her cunt. So maybe it was pleasurable anguish. I can live with that. Besides, I wasn?t feeling particularly merciful. Fuck her and fuck her family. I jammed my cock in and out. I was soon getting up to speed, my balls slapping on her ass. Then I shot my second hot load of the day into the poor girl. I thought the top of my head would pop. I felt emptied.

Mom made a sobbing Erica lick my cock clean. I wasn?t ready to go again for another hour so I watched as the two women in my family sexually tortured the loser. Mom talked at length about what she would do to Tina after she beat her down. Cindy made plans to fight the other girls in the trailer park. It was a family party inside Erica?s holes.

I fucked Erica three more times before we let her go. I don?t think she will forget her night with us for a long time. She could barely close her sticky legs to stumble home.

I should have been satisfied, but I knew I would be fighting Joe the next weekend and Mom was scheduled to fight Tina. I sure didn?t mind getting to fuck a loser, but I had no interest in being fucked by a winner.

The End (Until the next time)