The two girls tumbled about, swearing and screeching, as one would expect. Justine had been in a ton of fights in highschool and so I was suddenly confident despite her loss in the titbattle--Alisha had made a mistake in pissing off my girlfriend. Punches flew wildly, thumping on backs and connecting with heads, hair was pulled and deep welts were left in each fighter's back and ass. It didn't take long for Justine's superior strength and I presumed fighting experience to allow her to gain the superior position, on top of her blonde foe. Alisha was tough though, pulling viciously on Justine's long brown hair, which had fallen out of its ponytail and punching wildly from below. Justine was trying to stand up, but in the meantime, was straddling my stepcousin and punching two fisted at her face and body, landing viciously.
Justine stood up, bent at the waist, and started kicking at Alisha as well, but the blonde did the same, trying to fight from her back. Justine connected with an unbelievably perfect right cross, and blood sprayed out from Alisha's nose--I was sure the fight was over, but instead of quitting, Alisha took her foot, and planted it in Justine's crotch and forced her foe away, breaking the dominant position. The two girls got to their feet a few feet apart from each other, gasping hard. "You done?" Justine asked as Alisha wiped her nose. Both girls had racoon eyes from sweat and tears washing their mascara around their faces, Alisha' face was flushed worse than Justine's but Justine's tits still showed the damage from the loss in the titfight, sagging miserably. Both girls had thick welts all across their backs and asses.

"Fuck you bitch, I'll be done when you're kissing my ass." and with that Alisha charged at Justine and the two girls were swinging wildly again, immediately grabbing each other's hair and bending over at the waist, their big tits hanging between them and swinging wildly. Punches connected violently with the swinging tits, knocking them around even more wildly. The two fighters stumbled about, trying to gain a dominant hold on the their opponent. They fell to the ground, and Alisha was able to get Justine in a headlock. Immediately I started screaming for her to get free. Alisha would have none of that though and took quick advantage of her position, slamming several punches into Justine's head. Justine was quick to tie her up though, grabbing her arms as the two struggled--one to maintain the hold and the other to break it. They struggled with each other's legs as they rolled around the floor and finally Justine was able to find footing and stand partially up, trying to pry herself free. As she did so, Alisha was tactful, gradually positioning herself so as the hold broke, she got one solid, unprotected punch perfectly into Justine's face, snapping my girl's head back and knocking her right onto her ass.

The blonde pounced immediately and the two hellcats were rolling around on the floor again, legs intertwined, exchange close-quarters punching. Justine again exerted her dominance, ending up on top, but Alisha tugged violently on her hair, pulling her into a sort of back bend, and reaching up with her free hand to push on her face while simultaneously clawing it. From her position on top Justine pressed her forearm wickedly onto Alisha's throat, rapidly causing the blonde to start losing air, her face turning red and then progressive shades of purple. Renee screamed wildly for Alisha to get out of the desperate position she was in and the blonde responded, trying to punch a little, scratch and then tear at Justine's eyes. Alas, it was to no avail and I could see Justine gaining in her position over Alisha. Suddenly though, Alisha's desperation won out, she slammed her knee in between Justine's legs which had been spread to give her balance and strength, nailing my girlfriend right in the crotch. Justine chirped, actually a simple chirp as she rolled off of the blonde, grimacing in agony and clutching her pussy.

Alisha rolled away, gasping in the fresh air, neither girl able to fight for the moment. Renee and I both saw it though, the fight was clearly going in Justine's favor, but I couldn't help but be impressed by how tough Alisha was, not giving up. After a few minutes, both girls were on their feet again, but Alisha was clearly not the same fighter. She backed up as Justine moved in and blocked rather than swung as Justine laid out an onslaught of punches, hitting the blonde's face, tits and sides. Alisha got backed into the wall as Justine pummeled her and Renee screamed in a panicked voice. The blonde protected herself as best she could as my auburn-haired hellcat opened a can of whoop-ass on her opponent. Punch after punch laid into Alisha as she did her best to protect her face and her enormous tits. Justine slowly began to tire and finally began to punctuate each punch with a word:
"Are" (punch) "you" (punch) "done" (punch, and low sob from Alisha) "YET!!!?" (unbelievable uppercut to Alisha's crotch or lower belly, I couldn't tell).
Alisha screeched, "NOOOO!" and charged at Justine, tackling her to the ground with a loud <ooomph>.
Justine hit the ground hard on her back with the battered but still fighting blonde on top of her. Alisha straddled her as Renee cheered wildly. Justine flailed and squirmed, covering her face as Alisha swung two fisted like a windmill, pounding Justine as the brunette bucked and kicked wildly, trying to get out from the very dangerous position she was in. Punch after punch Alisha just fired away as Justine's flailing slowed and she converted completely over to protection/defense mode. I screamed intensely for her to get out but it slowly became obvious to me that she couldn't. Instead, she flipped onto her belly--a move that required a lot of energy but seemed like a fairly good idea. Alisha kept pounding her back and sides of her head as Justine covered up as if she were in an air raid drill. Justine tried twice to get to her hands and knees, once she collapsed and once Alisha wrapped her legs around her and squeezed, locking a vicious leg scissor on her.

The second time she collapsed to the ground, Alisha changed tactics and now I was really worried. The blonde grabbed Justine's thick auburn hair and began pounding Justine's head into the carpet--my screaming became frantic as Renee started jumping up and down with excitement--she could sense victory as much as I could sense potential defeat. How could this happen was all I could think--Justine was a great fighter and she had dominated the fight--I looked at Alisha's battered face and body and couldn't believe that she was still going.
It was brutal, Alisha just pounded Justine's head into the floor at least a dozen times and then got up. Justine barely moved, rolling only to her side for a second--just long enough for Alisha to kick her in the chest. Justine coughed out a sob and curled up into a fetal position. Alisha grabbed her hair and Justine whimpered "owowow" holding her opponent's hand to try and relieve the pressure and then the blonde got in her face and growled, "How about now bitch, are YOU done now?"
I could barely hear it, but I heard it and I knew what she said, in a soft, barely above a whisper answer, Justine said, "yes." And with that, Alisha slammed her knee into Justine's face and dropped her head back onto the ground.

The blonde walked over to me, smirking through a battered, swollen face and said, "If you want a real fuck, come find me anytime, you're a pretty good lucking guy and we ain't really related... You may want to go clean up your piece of trash over there..." and she pulled on a t-shirt, grabbed her stuff and walked out of the room.

I was stunned.