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Carolyn glared back and said "So are yours" as she reached her right hand up to grab Susan?s? left ****** "too bad it won?t help to save them." At that she began pinching Susan?s ****** with her thumb and forefinger. Susan squealed and brought her right hand up and returned the pinch. Both let go for a second and I could see in their eyes that
the doubt and hesitation was gone. It was now two young, sexually precocious girls fighting over a man, and it was to be to a finish. I figured it would be a ***-to-*** battle all the way. As it turned out, I was wrong about that, but both proceeded to grab a **** and started squeezing.

As I said, both had reasonably firm, nice but small breasts, very evenly matched at 33", but both seemed determined to reduce them to 3". The first groping led to all four hands being brought into play, both girls trying to crush the others? ****. This went on for a minute or two, then Susan took her right hand off Carolyn?s left *** and shaping her hand into a claw raked her nails across the already reddened breast flesh. Carolyn screamed and returned the favor, and quickly both were seeing how many scratches they could put on the others jugs. Both were trying to draw blood, and both succeeded. They were screaming from the pain but neither would stop. As I watched them try to destroy one
another?s ****, I felt a rather warm feeling inside my jeans. I ignored it for the moment as Carolyn upped the ante once more.

Taking her right hand, fingernails flecked with blood, she balled up her fist and awkwardly punched Susan right in the ******. Susan bellowed, let go of her claw holds and took a step or two back. But as Carolyn moved in to throw another punch, Susan recovered and threw her left hand out in an open chop that connected with Carolyn?s right breast. It was Carolyn now who howled and backed up a step, but as Susan came for her she rallied and both commenced punching, chopping and slapping the others? ****. Neither was very skilled and often the blows missed, but neither tried to get away or block the other, so a large number landed. It seemed each was determined to prove they could take the pounding longer than her rival, no matter what the damage done to
herself. I found that I was absently stroking the front of my jeans as I watched this mutual destruction go on.

Both were screaming and crying nonstop all through this. The pain they had to be feeling was unbelievable. It was as if they had lost all sense of proportion, that destroying this other 19-year old was all there was in the world. Like angry elk they dropped there hands and rammed their chests together, mingling sweat and blood and tears as they tried to make the other quit. Just when it seemed they could not go on,
they suddenly broke away from each other, moving about 10 feet apart, gasping for air and trying to regain some composure. I glanced at the clock and was surprised to see nearly 20 minutes had passed. But my surprises were just beginning.

Carolyn had caught her breath and was looking down at her bloody, bruised, *******d breasts. She looked up at Susan, who was in the same awful state, and both girls stared at each other. Both knew that much more breast damage would probably lead to a winner, but after the ravaging of ***-flesh, neither was satisfied to let her enemy off that
easy. It was Susan that made the next move.

"Did we say hair-pulling was allowed?" she asked.
"We said no rules" replied Carolyn "and I?ll bet my head is better than yours, ****."
Susan smiled "I didn?t mean the hair on your head, *****. Unless you?re chicken."

Carolyn was obviously taken aback for a moment. If this had been the start of the fight, she might have declined. But too much pain had already been exchanged this evening. "No, I ain?t chicken, *****. We shouldn?t let a little cloth come between us." And with this both began to pull off their gym trunks. Since neither had bothered to put on anything else, they stood there nude in front of the other. As there was little reason for me to play ref anymore, I began concentrating on that growing feeling in my crotch, working my hand into my jeans. The two sophs never noticed, only having eyes for each other as they moved in again.

Closing, both put there left arms lightly around the others neck to keep her close and moved there right arms downward to seize the ***** hair offered below. Both had dark and bushy cunts and easily got a grip on a handful and began pulling. The screams that came from them were louder than before and I thought for sure that someone would hear them. Luckily the gym is in a strip mall and the neighboring stores were closed. The two literally yanked each other around the ring, first Carolyn then Susan seeming to gain and advantage. Suddenly I heard two distinct tearing sounds and the girls fell back a step or two. Both opened there right hands to display the short hairs torn from the others *****. Dropping their trophies to the floor, the teary-eyed gladiators closed once again, this time with heads on the other?s shoulders and both hands yanking pubic hair. In short order the sounds of tearing came again and both girls were flung back and went to their knees, dazed and hurting. I noted that almost all the pubic hair that surrounded
their cunts was now gone!

On the canvas, Carolyn rolled herself up to her knees, and finding Susan still trying to get up, lunged and her and grabbed her **** with both hands "*****, I tear it off of you" she screamed.

Susan reared up into a sitting position at this violation of her womanhood and sunk both her hands into Carolyn?s equally vulnerable ****. "Not if I get yours first, ****."

Both had hold of the fleshly lips of the ****** and the folds of the vulva and seemed to be trying to tear them off the others body. Their fingers moved constantly, trying to find ever better holds. Instead of screams, there was simply a constant moaning and crying as the combination of pain and exhaustion was taking its toll. It was also obvious by the dampness between their legs and the excitement in their eyes that both were being turned on by the constant stimulation of their cunts. Suddenly Carolyn, who had joined Susan in a sitting position, jammed three fingers into Susan?s? hole. Susan?s eyes rolled and she
fell back against the ropes. I thought she was going to pass out, but maybe the pain, maybe the hatred, let her come back and jam her own fingers into Carolyn?s? ******. Carolyn jerked and moaned and both girls scooted away on their *** cheeks.

I noted that both girl?s fingers and **** were spotted with blood, indicating that these two girls were virgins and had broke the others hymen. At that moment my own self-stimulation reached its climax and I had the strongest ****** that I have ever experienced. I lost interest in the warring women for a few moments. As I regained my composure, I looked over to see the next round of this brutal battle.

Both had crawled or rolled to each other and were lying with their heads on the others? butt cheeks. Their teeth were at work, chewing and slashing at the others? round ***. Slowly and painfully the reached a kneeling position with both still leaning over, looking like two four-legged beast locked in mortal combat. Their hands grabbed butt flesh,
and it looked like they had stuck a finger or two in the others **** hole. For a few minutes there was nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional whimper as *** flesh was clawed or a bite broke flesh. Then suddenly, as if on signal, they broke apart. and regarded each other on their knees, hands at their sides and taking in
great gulps of air.

Their faces were flushed and red; their breasts no longer bled but were crusted and covered with red streaks and blotches; the few remaining ***** hairs looked lonely as huge bare patches, like clear-cut timber, dominated; their buttocks were covered with scratches and bled from a dozen bites; their ******l areas were wet and stank of sex and
sweat and blood. It seemed that neither could go on much longer, but who would win was still in doubt. I seriously though of stopping it now, before they tried to kill one another, but their next actions stopped me in my tracks.

to be continued.........

(not trying to tease here folks, I get a "story too long" error message)

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