2 for 1 (long time actual contribution- hi Mr. Cage!)

**MikeJV** · October 11th, 2004, 02:41 PM

Good story, I'll have to clean it up, (spelling & grammer) but thanks much for the contribution.

MikeJV

**Ted Mark** · October 11th, 2004, 03:52 PM

This is absoulutely Adults Only, Rated X for sex and violence. It's better you don't read this. This is pure fantasy, but is ultra violent and ends in a fatal confrontation of two sets of women who are going to fight, naked, and to the death.

Two for One

Ted Mark II

This is a small, small town.... 6,000 rural born-in-the blood Baptist Soul's and shrinking like a wet cowhide thong around a horse-thief's neck. we got tow service stations, a Bi-More where you can buy black market revolvers with your bootleg gas, and an old Shell with 1950s Bubbleheaded Robot pumps that's closed except for the garage where my dad fixes cars that rolled off the line between 1947 amd 1973...anything later and he'll tell you to fuck off.

Today was Thursday so his Klan meeting was going full steam with 2 hell cats tearing the shit out of each other between the hydrolic lifts on the cold hard concrete floor. The barrel-belly pig-eyed Sons of the Shingle Town Chamber of Commerce were rolling on their folding chairs which were set up in a ring around two barely teenage beauty queens howling and a scratching and a hissing in a ball of hate in the middle of them! Toby grabbed up another keg and lobbed it to Harley who caught it in his game paw, using his good hand to video the action for Luther Vandergraff, the town mayor. Luthor was too good to attend these bitch fights but he sure loved to run them on his Entertainment Center up at Brick House Mansion where the town fathers and the local money got together for cards and whores after Church Sunday afternoons.

I was tending "bar" pouring bootleg firewater from a thermose into paper-cups full of orange juice sitting on a stack of old retreads in the corner.

My little pecker wason as hard as a german drill bit cause I could see that the whore of my fifteen teen year old dreams, Kayla, was clawing and a biting "too sweet" Angela pretty damn good. The problem for me was that both of these 56 inch tall Rebel Princesses were equally matched. Baby faced Angela, pale and soft as marshmallow with a little pug nose, blue-bonnet eyes, and a spash of freckles across her nose was an ash-blond angel on the outside and a vengful hate-filled banshee on the inside. She didn't give an echo holler that Kayla had ripped her sponge-bob tube-top and trainer-bra off, and she was stripped to her butt-hugging Wal-Mart summer-shorts, kneeling and punching naked and white as paradise from the waist up. Kayla, my beloved, was skinney as a bare tummy and the tee-shirt she had cut off just below her ribs had been pulled on so hard it hung around her waist so her sweat covered chest, just as white and frecked as Angela's showed ugly bruises all over her ribs. He own cut-off jeans were so tight I could see the gate of heaven in denim bas-relief every time her legs kicked apart!

Just then Angela's mom, Lisa, stormed in. A spitting image of Reba at 26, her red hair burned like a torch as she dragged her squalling daughter out of the ring of fire and out into the searing daylight to her weathered Chevy Malibu. As Angela and Lisa raised dust peeling out of the lot Kayla got dejectedly to her bare feet, and saw Donan roll up the hundreds that had been banked on the girl fight to "hold" until either the match could be re-scheduled, or 2 new girls bribed or found willing to fight.

I tried to comfort her, but she stormed right by me. He dreams of paying Kirk over at the Photo-Lab to make a "Portfolio" she could send to modeling agencies in New York were dashed. She needed a grand in prize money for the portfolio and the bus-ticket, and in this town the only pay you got for being a teenaged slut was bat-tub meth. And her momma, Angie, could provide all the Crank she ever could use, being a honeydew-melon breasted yet skinney brunette ex-High School Prom Queen and published, (Volupteous magazine, June, 1997), beauty. Kayla had her momma's feline face and almond shaped emerald eyes and I tramped back to the trailer park so dejected and cock hard my head hurt. Angie's mini-me was everything I could imagine as a Final [Fuck] Fantasy XXX! Even though she was eight months different than me in body, in soul she was a Woman of the World, and in Spirit, the Fighting Princess of the Deep South, lost up here at the End of the Oregon Trail where all Rebels who refused to accept defeat retreated after the Lincoln's Devils prevailed in the War of Northern Agression.

At home my mother, Jeanne, was trying on the new black French-lace half-cup bra and crotchless black lace panties the Fed-Ex truck had just brought from Frederick's of Hollywood. A really dirty blond ex Vegas show girl with long dancer's legs and 38-DD ballons of bosom she X-Rayed my pants and finished a half pint of 6-Roses before dragging me onto the sofa, peeling the elastic waist of my trousers, (and my skivvey's with them), down to my knees and with one hand and with the other grabbed the remote and switched the Dish-TV from "Days of My Life" to hard-core porn. She let her udders sway irresistably as her tosseled head began suckinging my not so little rig. So there I pondered my momma's wet white back, kneading the dough on her ribs, and wondered if I was ever gonna get laid by anybody but my Kin. Not unusual in Douglas County to be sure, but I wanted to breed little Kaya's with Kaya, and then breed with those little Kaylas!

THAT though made me pump my hips and shudder and squirt white hot long ribbons of pearly goo all over my mother's face. Damn.

"Let's go for some Macdonald's!" She offered generously wiping my jam into her mouth. Okay. Better than her "speciality" mystery stew with Bisquick, Velveta and catsup.

It was then FATE answered my Prayers. Angie and Kayla appeared in the open door of our trailer. Smirking, Angie said "I hope we're not intterupting but can I borrow your Truck?" Kayla was smirking too. She was wearing a blue knit bikini top with a way wide mesh and her cut off jeans. My still bare wet pecker stiffened as if it were a cat-burgeler surprized by an old lady with a shot-gun.

"What's up Honey?" Mom fucked women too. She was choosey about animals though. Barnyard, okay, wild animals, no way.

"Me and Kayla are gonna meet Lisa and Angela over at the gravel pit to settle our bad blood once and for all!"

"That could get bloody" Momma mused.

Looking me right in the eye Kayla said, "Its gonna be Momma verses Momma and Me verses Angela to the DEATH!"

Kayla had whispered but she had shut down all the Girl Talk Chit Chat bullshit.

My momma raised a painted eye-brow. Whew.

Angie nodded, and rubbed her left boob through her cheap print house dress. "That cunt jumped me in the Dollar-Store, and her little twat kicked me from behind....yeah, this is going to be a girl fight to the death! Me and Kayla are gonna kill those two bitches dead!"

"But I gotta work at the Safeway tonight....my Parol Officer is due to call and check up on me."

"I can drive em!"

They all looked hard at me. But Kayla was beginning to grin. A glistening bead of pre-com was oozing out of my little soldier and her kitten tongue flickered out to wet her lips. Her thumbs slipped under her bra and pulled it out and let it snap back.

"Mom!" I said. I drove her to and back from work when she was too drunk to drive all the time.

By the time my brain was cleared of lust enough to know what it was thinking I was flooring Mom's "late model" 4 by 4 up the onramp and heading east on the 58 to the Skinner's Creek Road and the closed open-pit gravel yards. Angie was bouncing in the back of the truck (no shocks) while Kayla was licking out my ear and giving me a hand job with both hands! Cupping my balls and jacking me off, she kept saying "wanna see a girl fight?" over and over until I went crazy and drove with my left hand and pulled her tight to me, driving from the side of my vision, as we traded spit and tongue fucked each other's mouths all the way to the turn off. Just as we pulled around the chain-link fence and gate, ( there was a section knocked down by a drunk driver ), I coughed and filled the palm of her right hand with a puddle of sperm. Kayla, cat-eyes squinting with glee, swollowed this saying "For strength!"

I drove the truck downm the switchbacks until we were at the base of Scorpio Canyon and the road angled down into the gravel pit. I stopped at the bottom in a cloud of red dry dust. The Manager's Trailer was a burn out husk and the "Lunchroom" shack was bare frame and aluminum roof. Where was Angela and Lisa?

Angie hopped out of the truck, drenched with sweat, her cheap dress clinging to her skinny but buxom body like she had taken a swim in it. Her long brown hair was tied back in a poney tail that hung down to her round ass! Kayla and I slid out the driver's side (the passenger side door was broke), and we walked around to her mom. I compared her mom's shining cleavage to her daughter's soft mounds and my mouth went dry as the dust all around us. A whistle came out of the blinding glare!

The door to the Tractor Shed swung open. Red-maned Lisa stood there in a white lace bra and tight white capri pants. I could see Baby faced Angela, pale and soft as marshmallow with a little pug nose, blue-bonnet eyes, and a spash of freckles across her nose standing behind her mother in her trainer-bra and her butt-hugging Wal-Mart summer-shorts. I was ready with an erection again! Damn. It was GOOD to be me.

Both Lisa and Angela walked down the ramp to meet us on the hard packed dirt under the white hot sun. Angie unbuttoned her dress and peeled it off, flinging it over the hood of the truck, and leaning forward so her tits swung from side to side, reached around her bake and unhooked her bra, and shrugged it off. Her red haired rival did the same. it was all very like a pagan ritual. Soon both mothers had dropped their panties in the dirt and faced eahc other, redhead, and brunette, both pale and naked, big breasts rising and falling on their ribs. My eyes flickered down to their pussies. Kayla's mom had a sweet strip of soft brown fur, Angie's cleft was shaved and moist.

Then it was the daughter's turn. Kayla stripped off her bikini top and cutt offs, and Angela pitched her bra and pants into Kaya's face! Kaya lunged, but her mother held her back.

Lisa shook her head and said "No rules Swetheart,...this thing runs too deep".

Angie nodded, hissing, no rules, we fight dirty and hard ..."

"And we fight to the death!" Kayla finished for her, beginning to pant in anticipation.

"We fight untill one of us is dead!" Angela agreed, spreading her pale arms like a wrestler's, claws bared, showing the other girl her teeth". Then smiling an evil smile, the sweet angel face twisted as she said "after I strangle you to death I'm gonna fuck you boyfrind and make him forget you every were born!"

"biiiiiitch!" Kayla screeched and threw her body into Angela pitching her onto her back in the dirt.

"Moommy!" Angela cried up, surprized, but Angie caught Lisa coming to her daughter's assistance with a punch to her red head that dropped her to her knees.

Kayla and Angela were wraped up in a ball of hate clawing and cursing, and Angie and Lisa squared off in a brutal slug fest in which theu waded together hammering fists into bare bosoms wet bellies and exposed ribs! The red head exploded in a coniption of fury pounding Angied back ward with a mealstrom of bare-knucke punches into the center of her baloon sized bosoms, hammering them back and forth like speed bags in a gym. Sobbing, Angie staggered back and kicked up catching Lisa's naked croth with a punt-quality kick up into the vee of her legs that make Lisa howl and drop onto her ass. Her sharp knee caught the red head under the jaw snapping her head back and domping her spitting boold and gasping onto her back.

Angela had rolled Kayla onto her back and was hammering down into Kaylas cat face with an meteorite storm of punched to her eyes and mouth. Kayla frailed with her naked legs trying to buck her tormentor off, wile ineffectively trying to grapple Angela's wrists. Then Angela began shooting her right knee forward into Kayla's groin again ahd again, making Kayla yowl in agaong. Just then Angie appeared behind her dragging her daughter's tormentor to her feet and wrapping her arms behind her back. Kayla lost not time scrampling to her feet and wading forward using her hated enemy for a punching bag, a body bag that shuddered each time a left upper cut snapped Angela's pretty head to the side or a brutal jab drove up under her naked ribs, knowing the wing out of the naked girl. Soon blood was shooting out of Angela's nostrils like red fountains, and her eyes were strating to egg up like Kayla's!

WHAM! Lisa thad fround a shaval and had swung it full force down on the top of Angie's head, splitting the skull and concussing her, so she dropped in a heap, blood spraying allover her naked wet body and she collapsed in a heap. Screaming in glee Angela heartled at Kayla and they began exchanging the kind of bare-knucke punishement to each others faces and torsos you expect in the kind of death pits you expedct in Manila. Angela's and Kayla's heads were being snapped back againg and again like they were trying to knoch the skull right off the other girl's spine! Their white wet bodies were almost Jungle Cat like in that they wer ebecoming govered in purple spots the size of a fist impact. They danced in this naked circle of death bobing and weaving and bloddying mouths and breaking noses so each had to gasp and spit out teetch and mouthfulls of spit and gore.

It was then I saw the blood covered white ghostlike form of red maned Lisa staggering forward with a shovel to bring down on Kayla's bloody head! I threw dirt into her eyes and as she staggered back, Angie crwled to her feet and grappleing with her legs, yeanked her down into the dirst beside her. Immediately the two mothers intertwined their legs and mashed their ruined boobs together as they clawed deep purple furrows down each others should blades and buried their faces into to the side of each other neck, each trying to catbite the other deep, deep deep into the juggler vein!

Angela had scrambled to her feet and escaped into the Tractor shed, Kayla in hot pursuit. I chased them into the darkness,...which was broken by a hole in the roof which cast a circle of light for them to fight in in the center of the sweltering shed!

Kayla and Angie circle like wary cats. Both had broken noses and blackened eyes, Both looked like they had wrestled a bale of chicken-wire and lost. They gasped, wet ribcages heaving, sweat pouring down thei torsos into the vee- between their legs. As if on a signal, they raised their hard girl's fists and began a lethal dance of death before me.

Both dodged and weaved, fists dissapearing over a dropped head, or pounding into a receeding rib-cage.

Baby-faced, cherub faced Angela said: "I'm going to fuck your boyfriend and make him foret he ever wanted to fuck you!"

Kayla, a jungle panther backed into a corners, panted and said: "This fight isn't over until one of us is dead!"

"Okay, trash...." Angela's smirk was interupped by the most devestating roundhouse punch I have eaver seen, knocking Angela's jaw sideways so violently you could hear it snap! But her lunge forward was stopped dead by Angela kicking her in her soft tummy so hard Kayla folded over her leg and dropped to her knees, eyes rolling up in her head. As kitten faced Kayla wobbled on her knees, spitting out blood, Angela riased a stone over her head to bring it down onto the ceter on my true love's skull!

But Kayla yanked Angela's kness forward, dropping Angela onto her naked ass. As the stone hit the floor between Angella's spread knees, Kayla thrust herself forward on her own knees, wrapping her hands around the cute girl's slender throat. But immediated Angela pushed herself up and begun to murder Kayla right back!

Both girls were turning purple from the neck up and their pretty eyes were beginning to bug out, drool flowing in streamers from thier blackening lips.

That's when Angie, painted head to toe in scarlett gore, luched into the shed to pull Angela off of her daughter. But instantly the maddened Reba look alike Lisa landed on her back and wrapping her arms around Angie's slender throat, twisted violently around under her, wrenching the pretty cat-face, poney-tailed mother's head all the way around so it faced backward with a sickening CRACK! Angie kicked, shuddered and lay still. Disgusted, Lisa rolled the dead woman off of her and got to her feet only to see Kayla sitting on Angela's waist, fingers wrapped so tight around the cherub-faced girl's neck, you could see the black face and ghastly pale body told the whole story. Kayla had won the fight to the death between the two budding amazons. Weaving on her feet, Lisa started to stagger towards Kayla, but a brisk shove sideways into the empty elevator shaft ended her plans for revenge.

And that's how my Mother got the daughter she always wanted. And I got what I always dreamed about....and more, cause you see...

I got ...two for one.

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