Trailer Park Brawl

Trailer Park Brawl --

Torrie cracked open a lukewarm lite beer and took a long sip. She was lying in a small, half-filled, inflatable blue pool on the grass in front of her white trailer. A skimpy, yet simple, high-waisted, black thong-style bikini bottoms and an equally skimpy pink bikini top were all she was wearing in the warm water. The Queen of the Trailer Park, they called her, and she loved it. A carefree life is all she wanted, and all she had to do to maintain it was doing a little stripping on the weekends. Thankfully, she was hot, and she knew it, and her patrons knew it. She had long, wavy, yellow hair, and her body was the thing of dreams. Tits on a stick, they used to call her, then she got into weightlifting, and now she had an ass to match her big chest mounds, and toned legs that could kill. Her skin was littered with tattoos, mostly of animals, flowers, and other cute objects in random places. Her light brown eyes and long lashes capped her alluring face, which was often in a malicious sneer. Even with all her physical attributes, she often said her attitude of not giving a fuck what people thought of her was her biggest gift.

The trailer park she resided in was small and tight-knit. Run by a chill old man, or at least it was. He croaked a few months back, and his bitch of a rich niece had taken over. Beatrice, a bitch name for a bitchy woman. Her and Torrie had already engaged in some spicy verbal spats since the woman’s takeover, and it didn’t seem they were any closer to seeing eye to eye now than when they first met. Beatrice liked the trailer park to be clean, well-managed, with strict rules and designs, and clear order. Opposite of Torrie’s style, who was all about bending the rules and keeping to your own. The latest complaint from the rich bitch was, ‘Don’t sit outside in your slutty bikini all day.’ The woman had bemoaned at Torrie, but it fell on deaf ears…like all the other complaints that had come the last few months out of the other woman’s mouth. But as Torrie glanced around the park, she noticed that many of the other occupants of the park were warming up to Beatrice and the changes she was making. Torrie didn’t like that at all.

Luckily, the contract Torrie signed when she moved here was still valid, and she had no intention of moving her trailer to a new park until it was up…which was years from now. The old man had liked having a hot young thing prancing around in her small bikinis. Plus, her rate was cheap, it was close to her strip club, and she had the best spot in the entire park. She took another sip of beer and then lifted her shades, because speaking of the devil, Beatrice was walking towards her.

“Fuck. Here we go again.” She muttered. She had to get this rich bitch off her back for good, and today seemed as good as any other. As the woman approached, Torrie didn’t get up; she just glared behind her black shades, getting a good look at the new owner of the trailer park. The bitch didn’t even fucking live here, Torrie thought bitterly, but there was a single thing that Torrie did admire about Beatrice…she was fucking hot. Torrie had been surprised at that fact when she met the woman for the first time a few months ago. Because Torrie was around ‘hot’ women all the time. So many strippers came and went, but none could match Torrie’s beauty over the last 7 years she had been on the scene. A mix of beautiful, with a nasty slutty persona, a perfect combination for a stripper, and Torrie lived up to the style.

But Beatrice…Beatrice could match her…maybe not the nasty slut side, but the bitchy woman was every bit as beautiful or even sexy as Torrie was…and it bothered the Trailer Queen. She had definitely been caught glancing at Beatrice’s full pair of tits the first time they met, comparing the hefty mounds to her own behind the business suit the woman seemed to always be wearing. But she was also sure she had caught Beatrice getting an eyeful of her puppies, too. Maybe they were both a bit shocked that a woman existed in their general vicinity who was somehow on their level of attractiveness. It was a very petty reason for them not to get along because of that little thing, but Torrie wasn’t beyond petty, and she guessed Beatrice wasn’t either. Maybe that was the main source of their antagonism, even beyond the rules of the trailer park, but Torrie didn’t feel like giving the idea that much thought today, tomorrow, or anytime soon.

Today, like before, the rich woman was wearing tight, form-fitting slacks that covered her entire legs, and simple black shoes on her feet. Her upper body was in a button-up short-sleeved white blouse. She held a clipboard and had her bright yellow hair up in a bun with a few strands hanging out. She wasn’t wearing her glasses this time, but her expression was equally serious without them. She often looked stern, but many would say her features looked kind, many but Torrie. The woman had dark brown eyebrows above light blue eyes, and a cheery smile with soft pink lips when it appeared on occasions. That smile was not often on her mouth when she was looking or forced to speak to Torrie.

Beatrice stopped about three feet from the inflatable pool, looking down at the woman soaking in her small bikini. She let out a loud sigh, “Well, Torrie. It seems I’m going to have to fine you again because you simply can’t follow any of the new rules.” She said, shaking her head slightly. Torrie didn’t get up, and just rolled her head back letting some of her loose hair dip into the water and onto the grass, “You can fine me all you want, Beatrice, I’m not gonna pay them.”

“Well, then we will have to review your contract and see how not paying will impact your trailer staying in this park,” Beatrice replied simply, marking her clipboard. Then she looked at the woman, exasperated. “I’m just trying to get this place updated, but you seem to be the only one pushing back. Why can’t you just get in line?” She added with a huff.

“Sorry, not sorry. I’m glad to be a pain in your uptight ass.” Torrie replied, taking a long sip of beer. She wished it were a cigarette, but she had quit a year ago.

“Well, the contract…” Beatrice continued…but Torrie cut her off.

“I don’t give a shit what your contract says.” Torrie snapped with a snarky hiss. She stood up in the small pool and readjusted the black strings of her thong while some water rolled down her womanly curves. Beatrice rolled her blue eyes at the other blonde’s incredible body on display, but her eyes couldn’t help but glance down twice at that absolutely stunning figure that the trailer woman possessed.

“Everyone here might think you are some saint, but I know what you are. A classic rich bitch, coming down from her high castle and trying to tell poorer people, who are just trying to make it, how they gotta live. I know this fucking game, once the park is modernized, you will push these people out and try to get new tenants.”

“I’m just trying to help them by improving the park, and I think it’s very unfair for you to jump to conclusions. A few price hikes are essential, but the more we all work together, the better this park will be. That’s it.” Beatrice scolded, already tired of this conversation. “And if you can’t deal with it, leave. Or I’ll go to further means to get you out before you cause more trouble.”

“Oh, is that a threat? What are you gonna do, Beatrice? Call the police? My contract protects me, and it’s your word versus mine, so good fucking luck.” Torrie laughed at the other woman and took another sip of beer. “You can’t do shit.” She said as she finished her sip with a satisfied ahh.

“Tsk.” Beatrice made the sound from the side of her mouth. This attitude pissed her off. In fact, everything Torrie did pissed her off. The woman was trash of the nastiest kind. “I don’t need the police to deal with trash like you.” She muttered, her eyes narrowing at the other blonde. She wasn’t sure if she wanted Torrie to hear it or not, but the trailer woman’s ears perked up.

“Oh, really? Then what are you going to do?!” Torrie repeated with a taunting tone as she leaned forward in her shallow pool. The pink bikini top contained the lightly bouncing breasts that moved with her. There was a pause as Beatrice glared at the leaning woman, then she smirked, “Simple, I’ll move you myself.” The woman said, both of her hands turning into fists at her hips, the clipboard hanging to her side.

“Ha! Oh, I’m surprised, you do have a fucking sense of humor.” Torrie laughed again and then stepped right out of the small pool directly towards Beatrice, their bodies almost touching before she finally stopped. She pulled off her shades so that their eyes could meet and yet, Beatrice didn’t back down an inch. Beatrice was an inch taller, thanks to her shoes; without them, they would be nose to nose. “Fucking try it then.” Torrie dared the other blonde. The standoff between the two buxom women seemed to already be nearing a breaking point after less than 2 minutes of speaking.

“Get the fuck away from me, or you will regret it, Torrie,” Beatrice whispered back, their faces only a few inches apart.

“Move me then. Like you said you would, or get off my back.” Torrie hissed with her beer breath. The stalemate continued for almost 15 seconds, both women glaring intensely. But neither woman backed off until Beatrice let out a light hiss, then brought her lips half an inch from Torrie’s. “Pathetic trash. I’ll deal with you later.” She finished, and then she reluctantly stepped back. Turning away, she had walked only a few feet away, but Torrie wasn’t done. The trailer owner was furious at the further threat from the rich bitch. It was ending today, one way or another. She glanced down at the half-drunk beer can in her hand and then splashed the remaining beer forward onto the leaving woman’s back. The warm, light brown liquid splattered onto the white blouse, and Beatrice froze with a gasp as her back was soaked. She turned back, and Torrie flipped her off and threw the empty can onto the grass. “Whoops.” She said, unsure how the other woman would react, but she didn’t regret her action at all.

Then she found out exactly how the woman would react. “You bitch!” Beatrice screamed, jumping forward and pushing Torrie roughly with both hands. The trailer owner screamed as she was shoved back, her foot bouncing into the side of the blue pool, and she fell back into it, bubble ass first with a loud splash. “Hey!” The bikini-wearing woman yelled and looked up angrily with her brown eyes, but Beatrice was seeing red and moved before the stripper could even stand up. The rich woman stepped into the small blue pool, shoes and all, plunging into the water as she gripped the bikini-wearing woman’s loose yellow hair and pulled it harshly to the side. “Fuck!” Torrie screamed, and then she threw a wet punch into Beatrice’s clothed gut.

“Oof!” Beatrice grunted, bending over as the fist drove into her stomach and brought her upper body down. Torrie used her other hand to take hold of the white shirt and pull the woman to her knees and into the water with her. The Trailer Queen then tried next to jump on top of her sudden opponent, but Beatrice splashed water into her eyes, blinding her for a second. This gave Beatrice the chance to rise on her knees in the water, clothes soaking in the liquid. Torrie was in the same position, and they screamed and began slapping wildly at the other woman in the pool. Each woman landed several sharp blows before Torrie threw a punch and hit the left side of Beatrice’s covered tits. “Ow fuck!” The rich woman cried and returned a punch directly into the minimally protected right tit of Torrie. “Ugh, bitch!” Torrie hissed back. They wailed at those hard impacts, and swung more punches before Torrie launched her entire nearly nude body into the clothes-wearing woman, and they slammed down into the shallow water with Beatrice’s head resting on the side of the pool under Torrie.

“Get off!” The clothed woman cried as the bikini wearing girl half climbed on top of her. Torrie splashed water at her opponent and then threw more slaps down at Beatrice in the small pool.

“Fuck you bitch! This is what you get!” Torrie screamed, landing a few extra hits, but Beatrice reached up and took hold of Torrie’s long, wet hair again and ripped it to the side, pulling Torrie off her and flip flopping their positions. But the clothed blonde didn’t land a single hit as she was rolled again quickly, and they tumbled around the small pool. A hot ass in a black thong switching with an ass in a tight soaked suit, one woman’s long blond hair out, and the other's still in a bun. They looked very different as they became a ball, tumbling in the pool water. They screamed and tried to push their rival’s head down, but the water was too shallow with the splashing for there to be any real danger.

They separated thanks to a well-placed kick from Beatrice a few seconds later and were back on opposite sides of the pool. But even with the kick, Beatrice was much slower in moving, and Torrie landed a slap right to her rival’s face as she rose a split second before her rival. It didn’t land fully, but Beatrice was still stunned by the near impact. Then, she was pushed out of the pool by Torrie with a snarl. The suit-wearing woman cried from the shove, flopping back and landing in the moist grass. She rolled away an extra few feet in the dirt, but Torrie didn’t pursue, gasping for breath in the pool from the sudden, violent exertion. It could or should have ended then as Beatrice caught her breath on her hands and knees on the grass. After a few seconds, they looked up and locked blue and brown eyes, hate and rage flowing between them like lava. Slowly, Torrie stood back up in the water, her tight pink and black bikini somehow staying on with minimal dislodging after the short scuffle. “Give up bitch?” She huffed, looking down at the woman in her soaked clothes.

Beatrice glared up at Torrie, then stood as well, but still slower, and Torrie could tell that her rival’s wet suit was reducing her movement considerably, putting her at a serious disadvantage in this fight. It seemed Beatrice came to the same conclusion, and surprisingly, Torrie, the rich woman, didn’t back off. Instead, Beatrice began to strip right out of her ruined suit right there on the grass in the open. It was like SHE was the stripper instead of Torrie, and the trailer living blonde gaped a few seconds in disbelief at what she was seeing.

It seemed the rich bitch was more than willing to continue this sudden brawl, and knowing this, Torrie did a light stretch in the pool, preparing as her rival removed her clothes. Beatrice flicked off her shoes and then unclipped her pants, pulling them down and catching her socks on the way while removing them as well, glaring at Torrie the entire time.

She was wearing a skimpy transparent low-waisted lace black thong that was even teenier in the front and the back triangles than the black bikini that Torrie was wearing. Her legs looked toned and strong, equally as big as Torrie’s, no surprise there, the trailer girl thought. They had the same light complexation with not much of a tan, and it seemed the rich girl had no tan lines either, just like Torrie. Beatrice was still stripping as she pulled off her see-through blouse that left her in an equally lacy white bra that was already becoming translucent thanks to the water. Her light brown nipples and areola were visible, and they seemed frustratingly equal to Torrie’s brown nipples. Then, finally, she undid the bun of blond hair, letting her yellow hair down. It was far shorter than Torrie expected, just down past Beatrice’s neck, but straight, slightly covering one of her blue eyes in front, but equally as bright as Torrie’s, whose light brown eyes flared as her comparison was complete.

Her suspicions confirmed, Beatrice was really fucking hot, and Torrie felt a challenge emanating from her. The rich woman didn’t have any tattoos, unlike Torrie, who was sporting a flower on her ribs, two birds on her waist, and a heart tramp stamp that was the most basic one she had gotten. But outside of the ink, they seemed like equal matches in their breasts, their thick heart-shaped asses, and their thin waist figures in general.

“We aren’t done,” Beatrice spoke plainly, standing there wet in her skimpy underwear across from the bikini wearing Torrie. They were far more equally dressed now, and Torrie guessed Beatrice would be just as fast. There was also a certain level of exoticness that had just been added to this fight now that they were both wearing minimal amounts of clothing.

“Well, not the prissy coward I thought you were.” Torrie spat as she stepped out of the pool and onto the grass towards her rival, and Beatrice actually smirked and replied, “You don’t know a thing about me.”

With that, the two women each took three steps forward and clashed, hands shooting up into their rival’s blonde mane and ripping at the soaked strands with cries of distress. It had rained about a week ago before this heat wave, so the ground was firm, but the road from where the trailers drove was still slightly gooey. Now, bare bodies bumped and slapped in their skimpy clothes, and they quickly tried to trip the other down the ground. Sexy legs slapped, stepping, and kicking until they twisted together like thick snakes. With cries and still hair pulling, they collapsed down to the ground and began to roll, coating themselves in a light sheen of brown mud while trying to pin the other down on her back.

Now it was two incredibly exposed asses in two different styles of black thongs trading places on top, over and over. Both women’s full behinds flexed and gave a good jiggle as they worked to keep the other ass down. But Beatrice finally stopped the tumble, and after a quick spat of short wrestling, she succeeded in getting on Torrie’s hips. She released the long blonde hair and sent her claws down onto the stressed pink bikini. Her unpainted nails dug into the thick breasts as she hooked the thin material and pulled, clawing the boobs as she did so. Torrie did not defend herself or try to save her top, and instead launched her fingers up and did an equal clawing to Beatrice’s covered puppies in the white bra. They howled as their nails dug into some of the squishy bare skin before they raked off with the material in hand. The pink knot on Torrie’s back was easy to undo, and the hook of Beatrice’s white bra snapped with little effort. The sudden release sent Beatrice off their rival’s hips with the pink top in hand, but she left her bra behind as they separated once again.

Each woman held their rival’s top in her hand as they rolled up back to their knees in the light mud. Beatrice quickly threw the pink bikini to the side, and it was joined by the white bra a second later. Their intake of breaths expanded their impressive chests further and without a word they moved forward again on their knees, not caring at all that they were now topless. Stopping two feet away, Torrie raised her arms and palms in challenge at Beatrice, daring her to lock up their hands. She felt the sudden urge to mash her body into Beatrice by the breasts and see which of them could take more pain with their lady humps. Maybe Beatrice wanted the same because she licked her lips and matched the pose. They interlaced their fingers, nails digging into the back of their rival’s soft skin. For a few seconds, they pushed with their arms only, topless in a test of strength on the grass in the sun, and then the urges won out, and both blondes smacked their tits forward. For big breasts struck, bounced a bit, and flattened into the other incredible pair. Their arms went out to their sides, and the focus switched to the tit fight that was happening between the combatant mounds. Grunts escaped their throats before they snarled and pressed even more of their bodies together.

“Fucking trash!” Beatrice moaned as their arms went down and they pushed with all their muscles into their meaty chests. Boobs shifted and swayed as they crushed again and again, fighting for every inch of chest space.

“Trash, huh!? I’ll show you how trash fights!” Torrie snapped and pushed off her rival’s soft tits with her own squishy pair, their hands still interlaced below at their hips. Then, again, face to face for a second, Torrie spat right on Beatrice’s face. The rich girl flinched in surprise and that was all Torrie needed. She surged and, with a loud slap of their full tits again, pushed Beatrice back off her knees, then down to her ass. A third big boob impact, and Torrie succeeded in slamming Beatrice down in the mud by the boobs, but one of the rich woman’s hands got free during the landing of bodies. She swung a side punch into Torrie’s oblique, making the top woman twist and release the tension in her short-lived pin. Beatrice rolled them and then retook Torrie’s arms, gripping both of Torrie’s wrists above their heads, while their ankle locked legs spread out like two starfish. Both blondes groaned as Beatrice pinned Torrie wholly for the first time. They panted like dogs, mouths almost touching, nearly nude on the grass.

“You fucking bitch.” Torrie hissed, taking a second to catch her breath even as her big tits were compressed under the other fat pair. Every shift seemed to squish them deeper, and their nipples were like spikes due to the adrenaline pulsing through them. Naked on the grass under a nearly nude Beatrice was NOT how she expected this day to go, but here she was.

“Fuck you, bitch.” Beatrice spat, then she brought her mouth to Torrie’s ear, their blonde hair mixing. “I know your fucking type. Paying your rent in cash, smelling of smoke and beer, with white substance on some of the bills. You must be a popular little stripper, aren’t you?” She hissed, still on top of Torrie, keeping their arms and legs spread out and flexing her juicy ass in the black lingerie. Only the two tiny pieces of clothing remained on their bodies. The minimal amount of gear allowed nearly all their skin to touch and made both women hiss at the sensations.

“You sound fucking familiar with my profession. Most pathetic rich bitches like you don’t know a day of hard work in their lives.” Torrie replied angrily, and then she spat on Beatrice’s face again. As the spittle landed, she flexed her arms and legs, trying to escape, but Beatrice held her down firmly on the ground. The spit landed right on top of Beatrice’s pink lips, but the top woman didn’t flinch this time. It remained there because Beatrice couldn’t wipe it away with her hand without risking letting Torrie free herself. So instead, the top woman unexpectedly and erotically licked Torrie’s spit up with her tongue and then leaned down so that her mouth was by Torrie’s ear. “Very familiar, how the fuck do you think I paid for college!?” Beatrice hissed directly into her rival’s ear, letting her wet tongue touch the soft skin. The information sent a shiver down Torrie’s body. Beatrice used to be a stripper; they were more alike than she ever imagined, and for Torrie, this made the nude catfight even more personal. An idea of the two of them on stage together? Fuck, they would make a thousand a night doing anything close to what they were doing now. But Torrie couldn’t waste time thinking of that, right now; she was fighting this ex-stripper with her body and was at a clear disadvantage. She had to fucking win.

Beatrice was dragging her pink lips on her rival’s face until she and Torrie were eye to eye on the ground, their mouths less than an inch apart. Then, Beatrice spat on Torrie’s mouth in this tight range, a large, messy glob landing on the sealed pink opening. The bottom girl’s brown eyes widened, but she breathed through her nose, trying not to let the glob drip into her mouth as it oozed down the side of her lips.

“Trash,” Beatrice whispered, and as she started to spit again, Torrie flexed and finally freed her left hand. She reached down and behind and sunk her claws into the black thong on Beatrice’s hips, and ripped it up, disappearing the already skimpy thong completely into the thick ass cheeks of her enemy. Beatrice shrieked in pain and lunged forward to ease the intense wedgie up her strong ass cheeks. But Torrie didn’t let go of the wet lingerie while she slid under Beatrice’s body and out of the pin. Her nose even flicked one of the top woman’s nipples as she moved, hoping not to be suffocated by the thick breasts of her rival. Beatrice tried to turn, but Torrie held her tight grip on the black thong to pull it down instead of up from the side. Beatrice hissed and tried to kick and slap at her rival, but her lingerie was already halfway down her legs, as Torrie dodged an incoming foot. Beatrice flopped around onto her back and threw wild kicks, but it only helped with the removal of her clothing as Torrie tore the cloth free from her enemies’ feet. She scooted back a few feet away to avoid more kicks with the black thong in hand. Once at a safe distance, Torrie stood and let out a laugh as she spun the small cloth like a trophy in the air, noticing some people in the park were around and watching the two women fighting in the open.

Beatrice went up on her knees completely nude, not seemingly bothered by being naked with her tiny patch of blonde pubic hair above her pussy. ‘Now I really see the stripper in her.’ Torrie thought and noticed that her rival’s blue eyes were locked on her black bikini bottoms. Knowing what was coming, Torrie decided to ‘help’ her opponent out. She reached to her left hip and undid the tight knot that had spared her being stripped bare. She undid it with her nails, and it fluttered off her body down between her legs, leaving her naked with a big smirk on her lips. Stripping herself removed the pleasure she was sure Beatrice was hoping to feel when she tore it off her rival’s body. She kicked the black bikini bottoms and threw the panties a few seconds later. Her pussy was fully shaved clean, a slit of pink on her perfect body. Then she filled her hands with her full tits, showing their hearty mass and surprising firmness of her two money makers as she squeezed. “Let’s settle this, bitch.”

Beatrice stood up on her feet as well and did a similar thing, toying with her own boobs. “Bring it on, whore.” That was all they needed to say. They then moved forward on the soft ground until they were in swinging distance. Then fists went flying, each woman connecting into the other’s shoulders and naked breasts several times before they flung their bodies into a tight bear hug with continued slaps on their rival’s back and ass. Then long rakes of their nails for extra measure to maximize the pain and discomfort the slapping brought. It didn’t take long for them to shuffle around the space, the sun coming fully ablaze over them. A few long steps to the left, and they tumbled back into the small pool with a large splash. They rolled around for only a few seconds, dirtying the water but cleaning the blondes slightly as they splashed and flipped around. Their yellow hair shone in the sun, and their wet-toned bodies gleamed as they tumbled in the water. Torrie on top, then Beatrice on top, naked asses with wobble mechanics flexing in battle. They left the pool as quickly as they had landed in it, both Torrie and Beatrice soaking but clean and ready to fight in the hot sun that seemed to harden the ground. They clashed together and slammed into the side of the white trailer and then landed on the dry ground, tearing at each other’s hair and slapping over and over.

“You are just as trashy as me!” Torrie sneered as the naked blondes wrestled on the grass, holding her rival in place while saliva dripped off her cheek from the constant spitting they had started after leaving the pool. Beatrice’s glare darkened as they ended up on their sides, holding each other’s wet, yellow hair tightly. She brought her face right onto Torrie’s on the ground, pushing their wet foreheads together. “I grew up in a trailer park just like this, bitch. I know exactly how to deal with trash like you, because I escaped the trash.”

The hypocritical slut! A stripper? And trailer park trash, too? Now Beatrice was pissing her off for being too like her! She sank her left claw into Beatrice’s right tit and twisted, earning a scream and a punch to her oblique that made Torrie scream as well. The nude catfight had now drawn out the crowd, and the length of the brawl allowed more and more people to get the message of what was happening between the trailer park princess and the new owner. The trailer occupants had created a makeshift ring around the fighting nude women, people on one side, the trailer on the other. Torrie knew they wouldn’t interfere unless it got dangerous. It made sense, what she and Beatrice were doing was sometimes how things sometimes got settled in a trailer park, a good old fight.

Though she doubted any of them had seen a fight between two women who looked like her and Beatrice. And especially two women who looked like them while also wearing nothing, and seemingly delighted in spitting on each other during the fight. Exhaustion began to play a role now, too, for the blondes, the fight going longer than either woman would have expected. They moved more slowly, gasped for bigger intakes of air, and wrestled more loosely with long groans as they twisted. Naked, nude, every bare inch of their skin touched in the wrestling match. Torrie could feel her rival’s nipples when they met her body, could feel her rival’s ass in her hands when she slapped it, and could even feel the pussy of Beatrice grind on her when they writhed on the ground. She had stripped with women before, even had sex with women before…but this might have been the closest she had ever been with another person.

The crowd had no allegiance and gave an equal cheer whenever one woman got on top. Now, as she was able to slam Beatrice to the ground by the hair, Torrie climbed on Beatrice’s body, trying to get her rival into a schoolgirl pin, the other woman’s legs thrashing and her arms trying to push her rival off. Torrie was close, she pressed her ass down on the fat tits and tried to solidify her pin, but Beatrice's legs got up and around Torrie’s torso, locking at the ankles on her tits. A long standoff occurred with loud groans, until Torrie was flung back and down between Beatrice’s open legs, but the richer woman groaned from the effort it took to do so. Torrie turned on the ground and tried to use her arms to hold the tired legs of her rival down, but felt Beatrice begin to lift her body. The trailer girl quickly flopped her whole weight back and down on Beatrice, laying on her rival in a reverse pin. Beatrice had lifted her head just enough, and Torrie snapped her legs closed, trapping the other woman’s head between her wet, sweaty thighs.

Beatrice cried out as Torrie’s legs were around her head, but her legs were stronger than Torrie’s arms, even with gravity. She lifted them and found the mark, locking around Torrie’s head, to a sudden gasp and cry from the trailer blonde. Beatrice was able to roll them to their sides before both women flexed their thighs, and, still on the slightly wet ground, came to a standstill. Their naked bodies ended up in a nude dual head scissors, both women trapping the other’s face between their sexy, strong thighs. The erratic wrestling came to a halt as they remained on their sides, crushing and trying to make the other submit, with spankings being exchanged as hard as possible from this erotic position. They groaned in discomfort as they swayed back and forth, but remained in the hold. They looked cleaner after the short relapse in the pool, but some light mud had again started to cover them. After almost a whole minute, Beatrice began to win a few inches from Torrie’s dismay as she flexed every muscle in her body to little success against the equally in-shape woman. Slowly, the trailer blonde was rolled onto her back, but both women refused to release their rival’s head even as sweat began slickening their limbs.

“You are going to submit to me bitch! And move your ass off this lot!” Beatrice gasped the best she could, somehow squeezing her legs tighter around Torrie’s head, and flexing her incredible ass in the air as she did it. She received a painful spanking and clawing of that perky ass in retaliation from Torrie, along with an extra hard squeeze to her face from the bottom woman’s thighs.

But the squeeze was a little less than Beatrice’s, and the advantage of being on top was starting to show in their fight as Torrie struggled to match the crush off. The only issue for Beatrice was getting her ass abused again and again while Torrie remained defiant. She needed a way to get back at Torrie, or find a way to free her head from the trashy slut’s legs to fully finish the bitch. She couldn’t help noticing that her rival’s smooth pussy was in her line of sight and reach. Shaven bare, likely so she could wear the skimpiest of costumes for her shows. If her ass was fair game, so was Torrie’s sex, and the idea of humiliating this bitch was somehow even more important than hurting her. Beatrice made up her mind; it wasn’t like this was the first time she had gotten a woman off. Maybe not in a fight, but she knew her way around a pussy.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” Torrie unexpectedly cried out as her clit was suddenly rubbed in a sexual way that couldn’t be an accident. It only took a second for her to realize that this bitch was fucking her! Trying to get Torrie off and free herself! They had been spitting on each other for sure, but this was a wild sexual escalation of this fight! Well, maybe not that wild, they were already nude and rolling on each other for the last quarter of an hour, Torrie thought.

“Humiliating your trash ass, you won’t be up for holding me here after you cum like the slut you are right here on the grass!” Beatrice hissed, then spat on Torrie again, but directly on the woman’s pussy before continuing her rubbing. Torrie still couldn’t really believe it, but the twisted logic made sense. An orgasming woman would lose the strength in their legs if she came, and that would be a lot faster and less painful than what they were doing now. Fine, if that’s how Beatrice wanted to settle it.

“Bring it, rich bitch! You are gonna get off way before me!” Torrie screamed back, and she spat on Beatrice’s pussy like she had done to the woman’s face multiple times. She wasn’t some novice when it came to fucking women, and she brought her fingers to dripping exposed sex and began to rub in quick side-to-side movements, copying what was happening between her own legs. The dual-headed scissors they remained in tightened as Beatrice remained on top in this sexual turn of events. They had already been panting heavily due to the fight, but it surprised both themselves and their rival how quickly the pants turned heated and into erotic moans. And all the naked rubbing and wrestling soon had them dripping!

Then, even when the legs started to relax from the pleasure, neither used the chance to escape. Both women were now fully committed to winning by getting the other off on the grass first in total sexual humiliation! The gasping finished turning into moans as they focused all their aggressive energy on rubbing their rival’s swollen clit and exposed vagina. No one watching could tell who was closer to forcing the other off, both sexy, dirty women were groaning and writhing, trying to hold back whatever was building in them as they went fingers to clits. It seemed like the entire fight would all come down to this, as the men and women of the trailer park cheered, watching Torrie and Beatrice furiously masturbate each other in front of the white trailer.

“Oh fuck!” Torrie cried a minute later as the pleasure had built in her sex, and she was about to cum. This rich bitch was rubbing her raw, and it felt fucking good. Damn her fat tits pressing on her stomach and her erotic body holding her down, no one should be rich, and good-looking, and good at fucking her pussy. It didn’t matter if Beatrice used to be trailer trash; she was just a rich bitch now! Looking up at her rival’s equally dripping pussy in front of her face and the erect fleshy clit she was still rubbing, she knew what she had to do. She moved her cum covered hand off it, but before Beatrice could even have a second of respite, Torrie leaned up and latched her lips onto the pussy. She filled her mouth with the taste of her rival, then dragged her lips to lock around the clit, sucking hard and sticking her free fingers inside her rival’s warmth.

The top woman did not expect the switch, the hand leaving her pussy and being replaced by a mouth sent a sensation into Beatrice that she could not control. She let out a hallowed scream, her hand stopping, and her hips flexed down at Torrie’s lips, increasing the pressure. She removed her hand and slammed her mouth and tongue down on Torrie’s soaking pussy, but it was too late. She was cumming. “Bitch! What…oh god!” She moaned directly onto her rival’s sex, her short blond hair flopping back and forth on her rival’s thighs as she was broken by the powerful orgasm she was having.

Torrie kept sucking her rival’s clit, relief flooding her system as cum flooded her mouth. Beatrice had stopped attacking her throbbing clit, and she could feel the woman tense in their headlock as the bitch came like a slut. She enjoyed the feeling more than she could have ever imagined. Making Beatrice cum almost made her cum, but she was able to push down the pleasure thanks to the relief she was now getting. Even more discharge poured onto Torrie’s face, but she happily allowed it, and even licked it clean as the rival clit shriveled away in front of her eyes. It was a nice long orgasm, and Torrie remained under Beatrice’s hot body the entire time, keeping her rival locked in by the arms, and giving her a few more spankings to make sure the rich woman was nice and done. The blonde on top let out a final groan and then went soft, unable to continue at the present.

Only when Torrie was sure that Beatrice’s orgasm had fully subsided, did she roll the other woman under her onto the grass. She licked her lips as she sat up on top, reverse schoolgirl pinning the woman, her sexy, slightly red bubble butt in front of Beatrice’s trapped face. The two blondes looked like they had been at war, with the marks and bruises forming. She looked around and was surprised to see how big the crowd was that had formed around the two fighting women. But she didn’t mind; in fact, it would only make Beatrice’s humiliation all the worse. She shifted her hips, her fantastically toned ass almost bouncing into her pinned rival’s face as she moved. It was the best seat in the entire trailer park, she realized. “Pass me a beer.” She shouted to no one in particular, but every man watching jumped up to get one for the seemingly victorious blonde. A second later, Torrie took a light beer can and flipped her hair back with a sigh, popping it open with a loud CRACK. She took a deep sip and let out a loud, “Ahh.” Then, she looked behind her at her groaning rival. “I think you should know that I’m a beer kind of girl…let me give you a reminder of how we trash like to drink.”

With that said, Torrie poured the still full can of lukewarm beer down her bare back, the tan liquid flowing through the crevasses of her muscles and down her spine till it splashed on the shelf of her ass outwards before landing onto her rival’s trapped face. Torrie shivered in excitement as some of the liquid flowed down into her ass crack and again onto the face of her rival. The sound of the splashing and gasping out of Beatrice’s mouth made it all the better as the sticky beer splattered onto two different sets of cheeks. The trapped woman spanked Torrie a few times, but there was little power behind them, her energy drained from her orgasm. Their fight had turned incredibly erotic, and making Beatrice do a full beer chug off Torrie’s nude, sweaty body seemed like a fitting way for it to end and declare her victory.

Beatrice gasped and groaned as she was forced to swallow some of the warm beer off Torrie’s body, mixing with the small amount of cum she had sucked at the last second. This trashy slut! She would fucking get her fucking revenge, Beatrice thought, looking up at the sexy back of her rival and the dripping beer. Torrie, meanwhile, stood up slowly above Beatrice once the can was empty. She moved like a stripper coming off a pole. Her body was dripping cum, beer, and sweat as she stretched once, turned around, and added a final glob of spit onto her rival. The muck landed on Beatrice’s magnificent tits, and Torrie sneered, “Weak trash. I’m not going anywhere.” With that, she spared no second look at the woman she had just fucked and fought for almost 20 minutes. Nude, soaked in beer, but victorious. After which, she tossed the empty can onto the grass and swayed her naked, incredible ass as she strutted back around to her RV as the undisputed trailer trash queen of the park. But if she had looked back at the rival she left in the mud, she would have seen Beatrice’s blue eyes focus and lock on the triumphant woman’s wet, beautiful backside with dangerous intent. This wasn’t over.

The end.

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Ohh that was a fun one to finish off! Another short story completed. Like many of them, they all had planned sequels that I wanted to do, but never really started. So that is it for now. Wasn’t going to post this one, but decided why not, i haven’t made progress on any others. Hope you enjoyed this little catfight and always happy to hear thoughts if you enjoyed. Hypocritical of me because I haven’t read or been active much to all the other great stories being posted. I owe people responses too, I’m getting worse. Cheers to the other writers. Anyway, till next time.