DEATHFIGHT AT THE ALPINE HUT
Sometimes, dreams come true.
The tourists were all awake, watching Irene, my wife, and Cathy, Gelu?s
girlfriend, strain with all their might, in a motionless way, on the wooden
floor of the big dormitory. As they stood side by side on parted knees, bent
from their waists, heaving mammaries almost touching the ground, I had a full
sight of their big, strong asses that pointed straight towards me.
Two pairs of muscled butts, trembling in tremendous effort. Their broad groins
were widely exposed between the parted thighs, labies bulging beneath the white
panties, curly tufts showing off on each side of the material that slowly
engulfed in their private creases. I could see even their fast inflating
bellies, filling and deflating like bellows...
Suddenly, they started to jerk on knees in brief bursts, trying to outbalance
each other... Fact is that Cathy had Irene in a bloody side neck lock and I
assume that she had her like that for more than half a minute.
Still, I felt confident in my wife.
It?s only their pants and moans that were heard. The audience was silent like a
tomb - they were all cliffhangers, extreme snowboarders and off path wanderers,
a bunch of men and women used to solve their problems only by themselves... If
the two females had something to settle - they will have it their way without
anyone interfering...
It was a damned hot night, especially for that altitude. That?s why the two
females were dressed only in their white panties and bras.
I first saw Cathy, Gelu?s friend, in the morning, in the ropeway booth. I am a
catfight addict and even now, after I got married, I go twice a week at an
underground bar where women clashes are held. I never told Irene anything about
it but, as you imagine, I always fantasized about her fighting another woman.
Cathy, a brown haired woman of about 30 years old, stood in front of me in the
booth. She wore a blue t-shirt and jeans shorts. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of
her legs: her calves and thighs were very muscled - she still looked feminine,
but it became clear for me that she?s done some hard leg work outs. Later I
found out that she was an extreme cliffhanger - and this accounted for her
marble-like toned muscles.
It?s in the booth that I first asked myself if Irene could beat that woman...
I examined Cathy thoroughly. She was shorter than Irene, my wife being 5?9?
while Cathy was 5?6? for the most. Since my wife stood beside Cathy in the
booth, I had the possibility of comparing them. Irene?s legs, although
exhibiting long and powerful muscles, were thinner than Cathy?s, my wife being
the tall, slender type. Their asses matched in shape and volume but in regard of
their trunks...
My wife has a thicker trunk and bigger mammaries than Cathy and I was sure that
she outweighted the brown haired woman. Irene?s arms were thicker too, but
Cathy?s were very, very muscled.
I estimated the brown haired at 120 lbs for the most, while my wife was 134.
Still, I wondered if Irene, although advantaged by height and weight could beat
Cathy.
I then examined their faces. Both looked very confident and rather arrogant,
being the kind of women that succeeded in their goals... Irene is a short haired
brunette with an oval white face, nice looking, but her traits always seem much
too cold. In fact, she always keeps the corners of her mouth pulled downwards,
as if something keeps boring her over and over.
Cathy has a more bony face, although nice looking too. She has a prominent chin
and voluptuous lips. Fast moving eyes and extremely short cut hair... It?s in
the booth that my dream got it?s first boast when Cathy, looking at my wife,
gave a despising ?huh? and whispered something in her boyfriend?s ear.
He looked at Irene too. God! He evaluated her in the same way I did with Cathy!
We got at the alpine hut in the evening. The place is very isolated, somewhere
in the Carpathians, and there is nothing there to remember you of civilisation.
No water supplies, except for a spring running some 500 meters away from the
hut. No electricity. Two big dormitories of 20 places each, where we slept in
common...
It didn?t bother us. In fact, that?s why we preferred that place. Usual people
were banned from there... Right there, up in the mountains, we had our kingdom -
everyday rules didn?t reach that place and that?s what we were looking for.
*********
During dinner, as we made the plans for the next day trip, Irene suddenly told
me that ?... there is someone in the hut stepping on my nerves...?
I tried not to show my excitement and I asked her who that someone was.
She showed me Cathy. By then, I found out that besides being an extreme rock
climber, Cathy was an attorney in Bucharest. Irene was the head of an
Obstetrics-Gynaecology department, also in Bucharest, and was an ex volley ball
player. Now, she snowboards off tracks... Both were 32. Things were promising,
especially after seeing Gelu, Cathy?s boyfriend, give a long look at my wife. He
still had that evaluating mood - I simply can?t find other words to describe
it...
?What do you mean, she steps on your nerves?? I asked Irene. ?It?s the first
time you see her!?
?I don?t know! It?s just that I feel like blowing off her face...?
I laughed.
?You saw her bicepses??
?Did you see mine?? she asked, making me gaze at her, bewildered.
It?s true that Irene is sometimes impulsive. She told me several times how she
fought her elder sister when they were kids, teens, and even when they were 21
and 24 years old, respectively. When I asked her who was usually winning, Irene
told me that ?while we were kids, Carmen did, being bigger than me... But then,
after I grew up too...?
This might not be specific: many sisters clash. However, I twice saw Irene
almost get into a clash with men that irritated her... You should?ve heard her
curses then...
After sunset, we chatted for more than an hour in the big dinning room, then, we
went at our dormitories. Besides lack of electricity, that hut has only two
toilets, somewhere outside the building - in fact, there are two privies. You
can imagine that we don?t use only those privies - mostly, we go out in the
dark, and it?s only luck that made Irene and Cathy go there concomitantly.
Who knows what happened there. Fact is that when they got back in the big
dormitory, some hisses were heard and before anyone could make out what was
going on, Irene and Cathy were at it...
... the two women moaned harder and harder, impinging now and then on their
knees. Meanwhile, some guys lit several candles, allowing everyone to watch the
struggle. Irene?s and Cathy?s trunks were waving up and down, in rhythm with
their attempts to outbalance each other but still, none got the upper hand
definitely - except that Irene couldn?t break smaller Cathy?s neck lock. It
didn?t bother me yet, since Gelu?s girlfriend groaned briefly, face reddened,
somehow unsure of what to do next... She simply couldn?t take advantage of the
neck lock she had Irene in.
Moaning loudly, they bent once more from their waists, propping on knees, faces
almost touching the floor, straining powerfully. Perspiration covered them,
moistening their white panties and bras. Their muscled backs were lucent and,
all of a sudden, they started to push against each other, panting briefly. Irene
had her arms around Cathy?s waist, forcefully squeezing her midsection but the
latter kept reinforcing the neck lock, unabated.
Again, they erected their trunks, standing on parted knees, tossing each other
as hard as they could.
?Squeeze her! Squeeze her, hon?!? shouted Gelu.
The smaller woman was very strong, indeed, but had no idea how to use her
strength in a brawl. Veins inflated on her neck, Cathy still squeezed Irene?s
neck, even if this didn?t bring her a definite advantage.
?Squeeze! Squeeze her bloody neck, Cathy!? shouted Gelu again but extreme
climbing brings you strength and determination only. I?ll ask Irene what was
like playing volley ball in the premiere league... I?m sure it was more... face
to face than climbing, anyway.
Cathy followed Gelu?s advice, but this only made me smile, since Irene steadied
herself on knees and, hardening the waist embrace, she started to bump the
shorter woman, shoving her sidewards. Suddenly, the confrontation grew in
intensity, both groaning loudly and rocking each other wildly. Brief yelps
interspersed now their deep grunts of effort. Irene put the right sole on the
floor and pushed harder against Cathy?s trunk, but Gelu?s girlfriend, steadying
herself on knees, started to toss my wife back and forth in brutal outbursts.
The others were still silent, watching the clash in a... responsible way I
should say and damned! - Irene?s yelps became louder with every second, as she
was unable to keep the pace with the smaller woman.
?Yeah, Cathy! Go on! Go on!? shouted Gelu. ?You?re stronger! You?re stronger
than her! Get her down!?
The smaller woman was now shaking violently my wife to and fro, reinforcing the
pressure on her neck. Her muscles inflated - I later heard that she was lifting
weights twice weekly - and, slowly, it became obvious that my wife fought only
to maintain the stance on the left knee and right foot, Cathy gaining the
initiative. The struggle was so wild, that both let out loud groans, although
Irene?s gradually became high pitched and lost their rhythm, showing her dismay.
Her breasts were dangling in all directions by then and she was forced to prop
again on both knees which she pried more and more in the attempt to maintain
balance. However, the smaller woman tossed her stronger and stronger until my
wife stumbled, almost falling on her right side. She managed to keep her
position by outstretching sidewards her right leg, but Cathy used the momentum
to reinforce the neck lock, getting Irene beneath her. Again, Cathy strained and
leaned over my wife, forcing her to slowly bend waist. Desperate, Irene tried to
stand the pressure by pushing on her right sole, but the shorter woman leaned
with all her weight on her, forcing her on knees once more.
?Mwhooaaah!? my wife suddenly moaned beneath her smaller foe and Cathy started
to impinge on her strong legs, trying to roll Irene on the right side. The
others were still silent - none wanted to encourage any of the females before
the outcome became obvious.
Irene moaned faster and faster, hardly staying on knees while small Cathy pushed
stronger and stronger, exhibiting the muscles of her thighs and calves, making
Irene quiver from head tot toe, breathing loudly. I?ve seen too many clashes and
I knew damned well that my wife was overwhelmed by the shorter woman.
The signs became obvious. First, Irene rested flat her feet on the floor, toes
pointing outwards, then, she had to free Cathy?s waist and propped on both
palms, fumbling the fingers on the floor, in search of a better leverage, but
the shorter woman hardened the lock while leaning on her and Irene?s elbows went
shaking in effort while she gave short yells of exhaustion.
?Squeeze her, honey! Squeeze her!? shouted Gelu again and, suddenly, my wife let
a loud humph while Cathy pedalled in fast pace, making my wife gradually lose
balance. Irene jerked her left leg in the air for several times, trying at least
to remain on all fours, but the smaller woman howled in a wild display of power
and finally outwrestled Irene on her right side.
?Yeah! You got her! You got her!? shouted Gelu.
The pace of the struggle grew all of a sudden, as Cathy tried to mount over
Irene?s flank, but my wife instantly dug her nails in the shorter woman?s tit
flesh. Irene was still on her right side, her long legs parted wide, preventing
Cathy from rolling her either on back or on belly and she sunk deeper and deeper
the nails in the small woman?s right breast.
?You, slut!? hissed Cathy, curling above my wife, thighs beside Irene?s bigger
trunk and reinforcing the neck lock.
Irene erected her long legs, trying to withstand the pressure, still crushing
Cathy?s left mammary with her right hand. Their pants grew louder and louder,
Gelu?s girlfriend reinforced the lock, but my wife managed to savagely sink her
teeth in her foe?s right forearm.
?Aaaaaaaah!?
The biting made Cathy scream in high pitched tones and, shaken by pain, she
resorted to headbutting Irene in the face. My wife started to pant in distress
but Cathy?s blows managed only to boast Irene who bit harder and harder while
pulling on her foe?s breasts in brisk bursts.
?Do it, honey! Do it! Tear her tit Tear it!? I shouted and suddenly, Irene tore
Cathy?s bra, freeing her left mammary. My wife?s fingers seemed to disappear in
the tit flesh and this time, the shorter woman gave a long yell, arching back
her head.
?Oh, noooooooooooooo! Noooooo! Nooooooooo!?
Screaming, she leaped back, setting Irene free and my wife vividly crawled away
on butts and palms until she hit with the back of her head a nearby bench.
?You, whore! I swear to God I?ll kill you!? she snarled, bringing both feet to
her butts before delivering a powerful double kick that got Cathy in the head.
The small woman was thrown back on butts and palms and Irene double kicked her
once more, snapping her head. Blood started to pour from Cathy?s nose and mouth
while her elbows bent. She tried to get up, but my wife kicked her for the third
time, throwing her again on the ass.
?Huumph!?
The smaller woman found herself on butts and erected palms, gazing foggily at my
wife. She saw Irene get up and tried to raise at her turn, but the series of
double kicks must have shaken her hard, since Cathy?s muscles failed her and all
she could do was to get on all fours, ass turned to my wife, body meandering on
unsteady arms and legs.
?C?mon, Cathy! Get up! Get up!? urged her Gelu while my wife, breathing heavily,
approached her from behind.
But Cathy could only shake her head, dazed, blood dripping on the floor from her
face. She was a damned woman, all right! Mammaries and belly hanging and
swaying, muscled legs and arms, strong shoulders and powerfull buttocks! Again
she attempted to get up, but her legs were shaking and she found herself back on
knees and palms. She gave a desperate look at Gelu, breathing through her opened
mouth and simply could do nothing else than stay on all fours while Irene got
behind her.
?Now, you?re mine, sow!? said my wife and she powerfully stomped Cathy in the
loins, making her elbows buckle. Another powerful stomp ensued, shaking the
smaller woman and Cathy found herself on knees and elbows, head moving up and
down, in rhythm with her deep breathes. She was still loking at her boyfriend
with bulged eyes, unable to attempt the least move to protect herself.
?Blow her off, honey!? I said. ?Break her! She?s finished!?
?I?ll soak your bones, slut!? hissed Irene and, clutching fists above her head,
dropped to the knees behind Cathy, delivering a powerful hammer butt between her
shoulder blades. The thump threw waves through the smaller woman?s flesh,
throwing her other breast out of the bra.
?Oh, my!...? mumbled Cathy, head falling between her muscled arms.
?Yeah, honey! She?s yours! She?s damned yours!? I said, as my wife sat on heels,
hands on her waist, watching the poor smaller woman tremble, out of control.
?Wotta stinking sow!? noticed Irene, and a rumour of acknowledgement, I would
say, spread through the crowd, as the outcome seemed very close. Cathy could be
strong and muscled - but the bigger and heavier woman was beating her clearly...
I once had a discussion with another catfight aficionado... He had some strange
theories about the standard look of a winning woman in a catfight. Big butts,
strong legs were a great advantage, in his opinion. Big breasts were a
supplemental grant to win. The darker the skin, the more powerful she was.
I always thought that weight only brings a woman in the situation to win, as in
any other fight. Irene was taller, heavier and had bigger breasts. Cathy, on her
side, was darker... Oh, that?s shit!
Irene punched Cathy once more, in the kidney this time, shaking her.
?Aaaaaaaah!?
The shorter woman arched her back and, as she was kneeling in front of me, I
could see fully her face filled with pain: mouth clutched, eyelids writhed,
breasts and belly inflating wildly. She was strong, but as I presumed, she
didn?t know the tricks in the book. In fact, my wife trained for several years
among other women! She had matches and, as you know, the volley ball matches
sometimes end in the locker rooms...
Again, Irene punched Cathy?s kidney and the smaller woman yelled, pressing both
palms on her loins, arching her back even more, fully exhibiting her firm
bouncing breasts.
?Fight back, Cathy, what the hell!? shouted Gelu. ?You?re much stronger than
this whore!?
The shorter woman tried to get up then, but my wife readily head butted her
between the shoulder blades. The thudding blow froze Cathy who could not even
breath anymore and Irene delivered another couples of punches in her kidneys,
making the smaller woman gurgle.
By now, she stood on parted knees, palms pressed on her loins, mouth opened
wide. After some seconds, she exhaled briefly, but this made her gulp in heavy
pain and she writhed the eyelids.
?Good girl, Irene! Break her! Break her!?
My wife got up slowly behind Cathy and then, she started to hammer butt her
repeatedly in the top of the head. The smaller woman opened wide her eyes, body
shaking under the strong impacts. Her sight lost it?s focus, but she could still
kneel. She was damned strong but at last, after five or six blows that made her
shudder from head to toe, her strong butts fell to the ground, between her
parted heels.
It?s only then that she started to breath again, loudly, making the crowd cheer
my wife:
?Yeah! You got her! She?s yours! Do it! Do it!?
?That sow is no match to me! A stupid, stinking sow, that?s what she is!?
Poor Cathy was moaning, desperate, trunk waving to and fro, breathing heavily.
She attempted once more to get up but her strong legs were like rag and she fell
on butts, eyes rolling. Her firm breasts seemed to inflate rhythmically while
her pink nipples were slowly swelling - the unmistakable sign of the woman
losing control in a fight. She had to prop on erected palms, in order to prevent
her falling on back.
?You?ll regret the very moment when you came here, sow!? snarled my wife and
grabbed Cathy by the hair, dragging her backwards in a brisk move.
?Aaaaaah!?
Squirming lazily, the smaller woman found herself on back and couldn?t oppose
when my wife?s hands clutched to her throat, choking her from above. For some
moments, the shorter woman pedalled on the floor, but Irene spread wide her
knees, leaning with all her weight on Cathy?s windpipe. Gelu?s girlfriend
started to gurgle and her feet stampeded, but it was clear that she was at my
wife?s mercy, who started to jib on her throat, her big, busty mammaries
dangling proudly above Cathy?s face. The crowd was shouting now, betting on how
long it will take Irene to finish the poor extreme climber once and for all,
while Gelu kneeled beside the two women, yelling advices in Cathy?s ear:
?Get her pisser! She spreads ?em legs! Get her pisser! It?s your only chance!?
?Hey, Gelu!? I shouted. ?Let them have it their way!?
He got up, blinded by rage, while his girlfriend was pedalling uselessly on the
floor. Meanwhile, my wife reinforced the choke and spittle gathered on Cathy?s
opened lips. By then, the others joined in a chorus of encouragements:
?I-rene! I-rene! I-rene! I-rene!?
My wife was jibbing harder on her foe?s throat and Cathy?s moves became clumsy.
She managed, however, to clutch hands on my wife?s forearms and strained hard,
but simply couldn?t dislodge them from her neck.
?Do it, honey! Do it!? I shouted too, joining the others, as the smaller woman
could do nothing more now than flail her muscled calves in the air.
Have you ever seen a fight between dogs especially trained for it? The outcome
of the women wild clashes is the same... I mean, the one getting close to the
end of the rope is held belly up by her foe and all she can do is to flail
calves in the air. Useless moves. Her foe knows it, or feels it, and mounts the
pressure to a vital target, usually the breasts, or the throat, as it was the
case now.
The audience feels what?s going on, even if they watch for the first time such a
feud. By then, a climax is reached and everybody wants to see the end and none
interferes - in fact, they yell encouragements to the evolving winner...
As it was the case now.
The beaten woman starts to take shallow breathes and a brisk flow of adrenalin
allows her to gather the remaining strength and her moves become twitchy. Her
breathes become deeper, although shorter, and she takes them at gradually longer
lapses of time during which her belly and chest freezes. She doesn?t feel the
pain anymore and her traits sort of relax - the only sign of the struggle for
her life being the colour of her face: it goes red or violet.
As it was the case now.
After awhile, the defeated woman slowly loses control and the first sign is
forwarded by a slight shiver, slowly growing in intensity. All of a sudden, she
will pry the thighs, but this will last for only a brief second, especially,
when the beaten woman is strong. She will still have resources to keep the
control of her bodily functions for a while. The stronger the woman, the longer
it will take the winner to finish her, but this is a truism, isn?t it?
Usually, after this, it takes only twenty or thirty seconds for the beaten woman
to exhibit the sign of the decisive yield - i.e., prying the thighs for good,
exposing the vulva...
But this wasn?t the case now. Cathy, although worn out by the choke, although
throwing haggard looks around, kept the pace of her moves, clumsy as they were.
My wife had to add something else to the choke in order to finish her and she
resorted to kneeing her laying foe in the top of the head.
The smaller woman gurgled even louder and fluttered her strong calves in the air
and, all of a sudden, let lose of Irene?s forearms and plunged both hands in her
hanging breasts.
?Fuck you, sow!? hissed my wife. ?I?ll have to bloody kill you, stupid slut!?
Standing the breast crush, she started to head bang Cathy?s head against the
floor and, after three or four blows, Cathy again lost control of her thighs,
opening them.
This time, her knees parted for good, revealing the panties stuck on her vulva,
her fat labies and the dark triangle of hair in her crotch and lower belly. Her
strong calves fluttered and her hands seemed to fall on the floor when, she
suddenly sprang up her knees, getting Irene in the head with a double blow.
My wife?s skull thudded dully. Instantly, she head butted Cathy between the
tits, provoking a heavy thump, but Cathy again threw her knees up, shaking Irene
from head to toe.
My wife crumpled over the smaller woman?s trunk but readily regained composure
and leaped back. She tried to retreat on knees and elbows, but a third double
blow got her in the face this time, instantly breaking her nose with a loud
crunch.
?Aaaaaaah!?
Gelu started to shout like mad, while Irene retreated clumsily, leaving Cathy on
her back. She was finished too, but she has managed to dazzle my wife who still
couldn?t regain composure.
Shaking head, Irene crawled towards a small table and grabbed it?s brim, she
tried to get up, but her legs were so shaky that she fell beside the table on
the ass. Meanwhile, Cathy rolled on belly, still breathing heavily and looking
with empty eyes at her foe. Again, Irene tried to get up by propping herself on
the brim of the table.
Confused, she fell to the knees, shaking head. Blood was pouring from her broken
nostrils.
?Jee-sus!? she mumbled, meandering to and fro.
The others couldn?t keep themselves anymore and started to yell and urge the two
women to go at it. Neither Cathy could get up, and she had to crawl on knees
towards my wife, breathing hoarselly. Irene?s face writhed in bewilderment and
she tried to raise on feet for the third time, but again her muscles let her out
and she found herself on butts.
Joining fists, Cathy delivered a side hammerbutt that got my wife in the right
ear, throwing her instantly on the left side. The shorter woman fell on all
fours, exhausted, while, desperate, my wife rolled on her belly, and tried at
her turn to get at least on knees and elbows but couldn?t. All of a sudden, her
strength failed her and she crumpled on the floor.
?Bang her! Bang her!? shouted Gelu.
?Get up! She gets close to you!? I shouted at my turn as Cathy crawled towards
my wife.
?I?ll break the sow!? hissed my wife and raised on knees, ready to face the
shorter woman, but the latter leaped over her, delivering a double hammer butt
in her spine. ?Aaaah!?
Irene curled on the floor and the smaller woman took another leap, catching my
wife beneath her. Irene tried to leap at her turn, but Cathy moved unexpectedly
fast and enwrapped both arms around my wife?s neck from behind, making her
groan.
For awhile, both women remained like that, unable to move, breathing heavily.
Then, smaller Cathy placed her strong thighs beside my wife?s curled body and
started to powerfully strangle her.
?Hrraaaaaaah!?
Irene raled and slowly, her head was forced back, as Cathy leaned backwards. My
wife gulped, inhaling a big mouthfull of air and clutched hands to the smaller
woman forearms but this didn?t stop Cathy to pull more and more on Irene?s neck.
?Stupid whore!? hissed the shorter woman. ?Who did you call sow? Huh??
Irene gulped again, hardly managing to breath, face red, veins bulging, pulling
as hard as she could on Cathy?s forearms, but the shorter woman suddenly
resorted to toss her forcefully from side to side, eliciting brief, muffled
groans of dispair.
?Yeah, Cathy! I knew it! I knew you could make it! Kill her! Kill the bitch!?
Irene opened wide the eyes and started to throw her hands up, tying to grab
Cathy?s mane. The smaller woman let lose of my wife then and got up, leaving her
curled on the floor. Irene attempted to crawl away on knees and elbows but Cathy
powerfully stomped her in the back.
My wife froze on knees and elbows, breathing in fast pace, mammaries dangling
back and forth.
?Get her! Get her, Cathy!?
The others were mumbling in anxiety, as Irene recovered, trying to get back on
her feet, but the shorter woman got my wife by the hair, dragged her in a brisk
move backwards, bringing her on butts and delivered a powerful knee thrust in
the back of her head.
?Omygod! Aaaah! Omygod!? shouted Irene, meandering. Her trunk seemed to collapse
on the floor but the shorter woman kept her erect by pulling on her hair.
The audience started to shout, as Cathy started once more to toss my wife from
side to side. Irene?s huge breasts dangled in all directions, bulging violently
beneath the bra while the smaller woman slowly turned her into a rag. Gathering
her forces, Irene managed to place her right foot on the ground and was about to
get up when Cathy kneed her as hard as she could between the shoulder blades,
throwing my wife face down on the floor.
?Mighty Jee-suuuuuus!? screamed Irene in terror, hardly getting on all fours.
She turned her head, catching a glimpse of her foe who was ready to kick her
from behind.
Endurance was Irene?s last chance. She threw her right foot backwards then,
getting the heavy woman in the knee cap. The blow was powerful and got Cathy by
surprise.
?Aaaaaah!? she panted, jumping back on the other leg. ?My knee!...?
The smaller woman tried to prop on her right leg, but she let out a scream of
pain:
?Oh, my kneeeeeeee!?
Irene bulged her eyes in rage and awkwardly got up, facing her foe. Cathy, on
her side, was breathing through clenched teeth. Suddenly, both rushed forwards,
Irene weakened by the blows she received in the last minute, Cathy hardly
stepping on her right leg.
Their right fists dashed concomitantly.
?Haaaaaah!?
My wife got Cathy in the face, snapping her head, while the shorter woman
crushed Irene?s left mammary, throwing it out of the bra. Irene ensued with a
kick to the lower belly, throwing Cathy off balance. The smaller woman stumbled
backwards and fell on the small table, grunting. Irene went after her, ready to
kick once more, but this time, Cathy delivered a powerful kick with her left
foot, getting my wife in the crotch.
?Aaaaah!?
Irene split in two in front of the shorter woman and Cathy grabbed her hair
then, delivering a powerful knee blow in her face, shaking my wife. She slapped
the smaller woman, but Cathy kneed her once more in the face, making Irene fall
on all fours on the floor. However, my wife still had the strength to pedal on
the floor, managing to embrace Cathy?s waist, but the latter, hands still
clutched in my wife?s hair, head butted her in the face.
Irene crumpled over her, forcing exhausted Cathy to lean on the table. A clumsy
struggle ensued, the women rolling on the table and falling then on the floor,
Cathy atop. The smaller female tried to get up.
?Aaaaah!? she cried when resting on the left knee.
?You, sow!? hissed Irene, knee thrusting her cunt.
?I?ll kill you! I?ll bloody kill you!? said the smaller woman and, as she stood
over my wife, hands in her mane, started to bang her head against the floor.
?I?ll crush you to death, sow!? spat my wife, enwrapping Cathy?s muscled waist
with her long legs.
For awhile, their grunts grew in intensity, Cathy banging Irene?s head against
the floor, my wife crushing the shorter woman?s waist between crossed legs. And
then, they both exhaled loudly, Irene prying her legs, Cathy resuming her
pummelling. Although she stood on all fours above my wife, she could do nothing
to prevent her from awkwardly crawling away.
?Get on her, Cathy! Get on her!? shouted Gelu.
?Pummel her face off!? I shouted at my turn.
The others were now sitting on the brim of their beds, watching the two women
clumsily get up. Both were breathing through wide opened mouthes, both were
bleeding, both could hardly keep their positions erect.
Irene attacked first, landing a couple of wide, slow punches in Cathy?s face,
making the smaller woman stumble backwards until her back hit the stove.
However, to my disbelief, my wife didn?t ensue: she simply gulped and stood in
front of her foe, breathing loudly, belly and mammaries bouncing.
?Woooow!? shouted the guys in the audience. ?That?s a fight for us! A real one!?
Cathy attacked then, yelling in an outburst of power, delivering a single punch
that got my wife in the chest bone. Irene was thrown back, but managed to remain
on feet, while the smaller woman could hardly take a step forwards.
Recovering first, Irene threw two slaps at Cathy, making her prop back on the
stove, but the smaller woman yelled again, rushing forwards. She launched only
one straight that buried deep in my wife?s belly.
Irene fell on the floor, curling, while Cathy remained on her feet, half split
in two, resting hands on her knees. She was heavily breathing too and could do
nothing when my wife got up and, yelling hoarsely, slapped her.
Cathy stumbled, but replied with a wide slap that threw once more my wife on the
floor. Again, Irene clumsily got up and took a couple of steps forward, head
first, getting the smaller woman in the lower belly. Cathy fell on butts and my
wife pedalled on the floor, trying to outwrestle her on the back, but Cathy
started to throw lefts and rights to her face, forcing Irene to retreat on all
fours. The smaller woman got too on knees and elbows and, all of a sudden, they
both crawled to each other on unsteady limbs. Erecting their arms, they enlaced
their heads, they took then small steps on their knees, their bellies and
mammaries smacked and, for awhile, they pushed awkwardly, leaning against each
other. Giving brief screams of exertion, they pushed and dragged for two or
three times before they embraced in a mutual hug, forehead against forehead.
Mumbling and cursing, they tried to rock each other sidewards but were too
exhausted and then, the smaller woman suddenly resorted to grabbing Irene?s
potbelly.
?Aaaaaaaaah! You, sow! You, stinking sow! Hraaah!?
My wife raled as her foe started to powerfully knead her belly, fingers
dissappearing in the soft flesh. Cathy managed to get a good grab of it, pulling
Irene?s skin up and down, making her yell from the bottom of her lungs.
?Push her now! Lay her down!? shouted Gelu, but my wife suddenly sunk her teeth
in Cathy?s left shoulder.
?Aaaaaaayyyyy!?
Cathy screamed for all she was worth, started to twist and shake, but finally,
was forced to release the belly grab, retreating on knees. Breathing like a wild
mare, Irene went after her, getting the smaller woman by the bare breasts and
squeezing them with all her might.
?Oh, noooooooooooo! Not my breasts! My breaaaaaaasts!? shouted Cathy in
desperation and, still yelling in pain, gathered her forces and slapped my wife
in the face.
Irene meandered under the impact but reinforced the tit crush, making Cathy
rale. The smaller woman was looking desperate at her ruthlesss foe, as if
begging for mercy and this made my wife snarl in satisfaction, digging the
fingers even deeper in Cathy?s soft flesh globes.
?I gotcha, sow! I?ll rip your tits off! I?ll rip your tits and I?ll make you eat
them!?
?Oh, no! Aaaaaah! No! Nooooo!?
However, my wife was now twisting Cathy?s breasts relentlessly, sensing she?s
got the smaller woman?s soft point. But then, Cathy threw both hands forwards,
eyegouging my wife with both thumbs.
?Jesus!? shouted Irene, vividly retreating on knees, setting Cathy?s tits free.
She couldn?t retreat anymore, as Cathy briskly went for her crotch, clutching
the right hand in my wife?s cunt. Irene briskly raised on knees, eyes and mouth
opened, freezing, and the smaller woman plunged the other hand in my wife?s
cunt.
?Slut! I?ll tear your labies! I?ll tear them to pieces!?
However, Irene unexpectingly rushed forwards and taking advantage of her weight,
managed to shove Cathy on back. The smaller woman sunk deeper the fingers in
Irene?s cunt through the panties and started to snatch her labies in bursts.
Blood suddenly stained my wife?s crotch as she let a loud yell.
However, Irene was already biting Cathy?s left mammary, making the smaller woman
yell in desperation. She made a brisk twist beneath my wife, bumping her off
enough to roll on the belly and tried to crawl away, but Irene got her by the
panties. Cathy shouted and tried to get away, but Irene leaped over her and,
grabbing her hair, dragged her on butts; then, kneeling behind smaller Cathy,
she forced her on back.
The smaller woman made a furious twist and got on all fours and suddenly, they
found themselves face to face, kneeling. They moaned wildly and rushed forwards
entwining the arms and, in a matter of seconds, they enwrapped each other?s neck
in reverse.
They froze on knees, each having her head trapped at the other?s right armpit,
neck bent at a horrible angle, breathing fast.
?Go on! C?mon! Go on!? shouted the crowd.
But they were too exhausted and used the seconds passing by to steady their
grips: shoulder against shoulder, cheek to cheek, they parted calves, gaining
leverage enough and started to squeeze the very air out of each other, asses
raised, faces rubbing the wooden floor. After awhile they started to push on
knees and then they went twisting each other, moaning and cursing in muffled
hisses. Slowly, their trunks approached the ground and in a matter of seconds,
their foreheads touched the wooden floor.
Again they froze, on parted knees, propping on foreheads, arms enlacing the
necks. Their bellies and mammaries coiled in fast pace and then, both strived,
giving all they could.
The others got off the beds, gathering around them in a tight circle. None of
the females was breathing now, contracted from head to toe. You could feel the
static in the air, as if both were spreading an unknown energy while still
striving, muscles and veins bulging.
Cathy slowly erected her legs, managing to prop on the ball of her feet, adding
her weight to the lock, but my wife spread her calves wider, withstanding the
pressure. At her turn, she brought forward her right leg, resting the foot on
the floor and started to impinge on it, slowly raising Cathy?s trunk.
The smaller woman started to crush my wife?s neck in brief bursts, but Irene
gathered all strength and went on bumping in brutal shoves her foe?s body,
making Cathy slide backwards on the floor. Again, Cathy strained from head to
toe, erecting herself like cardboard, but still, my wife kept pushing her back,
impinging on feet.
Slowly, they got up, concentrating on each other?s neck, until they reached an
unbelievable stance, shoulder to shoulder, heads under each other?s armpit, bent
from their waists. And, again they squeezed, quaking uncontrollably.
Irene managed to push Cathy back for two steps, but the smaller woman inhaled
deeply and started to toss my wife from side to side. It seemed that everything
would go over and over again. Irene shoved her foe further, but Cathy suddenly
sprang backwards, erecting the trunk, putting a terrrible amount of pressure on
Irene?s neck.
?Aaaaah!?
My wife knees bent all of a sudden but she gathered herself and managed to keep
erect. Cathy leaned backwards then, sensing that bigger Irene was slowly being
drained out by the strangle and, once more, my wife legs wobbled. Still, she
impinged on feet, pushing Cathy back for another step.
The smaller woman went wild then, rocking Irene up and down until my wife parted
her feet, in order to insure her standing position.
?Aaaaah!? she moaned again, on trembling thighs, barely keeping herself up.
She tried to pedal, pushing back Cathy, but the latter hardened the neck squeeze
in a brief outburst and, suddenly, my wife set her free. The smaller woman took
a step back and let lose of bigger Irene who fell on the floor. Cathy grabbed
her then in a reverse hug with the right arm, while her left arm went for
Irene?s panties which she tore off completely, exposing her labies. In lesss
than a blink, the shorter woman buried her thumb in my wife?s cunt and started
raking it, eliciting squeals from Irene.
Desperate, my wife jerked forwards, but Cathy jumped aside, rolling bigger Irene
on back and mounted her in reverse. My wife flailed legs, trying to enwrap the
smaller woman, but Cathy started to pummel her in the lower belly.
?Aaaah! Aaah! Aaaah!?
My wife jerked the legs in the air, uselessly and, suddenly, the smaller woman
joined fists and delivered a terrible hammer but that got my wife in the pubic
bone.
?No! No! No!? shouted Irene while smaller Cathy got her thighs under the armpits
and folded her beneath her, exposing her cunt before head butting the bigger
woman in the upward pointing groin.
Irene screamed and writhed, but the smaller woman sensed my wife weaken
gradually beneath her. She went on with the head butts, unabated, provoking
slurping sounds in my wife?s crotch after each blow. Irene?s labies were
swelling under our eyes and then, Cathy suddenly curled above my wife, sinking
teeth in her already swollen labies.
Bigger Irene screamed endlessly, trying to cross the ankles behind Cathy?s trunk
but, the smaller woman was chewing her vulva like a lioness ripping her prey.
Irene shouted for all she was worth and hardened the leg squeeze until Cathy?s
teeth started to crunch on my wife?s pubic bone.
?Yyyaaaaah! Yyyaaaaa! Yyyaaaaah!?
Blood spurted from my wife?s groin, covering smaller Cathy?s cheeks, but the
smaller woman raised the head triumphantly, a piece of meat hanging in her
clutched teeth. Curly tufts were stuck to Cathy?s lips and she spat them on my
wife?s convulsing belly, along with the piece of meat ? it proved to be the clit
and a bitful of one of her bigger labies. By then, a flow a blood erupted from
Irene?s cunt and she lost control of herself, prying the knees. For a last time,
she tried to bridge, propping on outward pointing feet, but her ass fell on the
floor.
She was drained for good and, Cathy sensing it, started to pummel her lower
belly, burying her fists in my wife?s triangle of genital hair. Slowly, Irene
outstretched claves and a big clot of blood sprang from between her tumefied
labies, but Cathy never stopped the pummelling until and a thick creek of bood
sprang from my wife?s cunt, spreading on the floor.
She rested beneath smaller Cathy, thighs wide opened, frog like, feet pointing
outwards and, to my disbelief, she suddenly raised the head, plunging her mouth
in her foe?s ass crease.
A yell erupted from the audience as Irene?s tongue slid over Cathy?s crotch,
whirling in her sweat moistened panties. Desperate, my wife licked her foe?s
cunt through the panties, but Cathy tore completely her bra too and got up,
leaving Irene bare on the floor.
Desperate, my wife rolled her head sidewards until her tongue reached her
tormentor?s feet and started to lick them hastily.
It?s then that smaller Cathy leaped in the air as high as she could, landing
butts first on Irene?s lower belly. I saw awe in my wife?s eyes, as she
attempted to curl beneath her foe.
She couldn?t. Then, Cathy got between her parted legs and started to pummel
alternatively Irene?s cunt, throwing convulsing waves through her body.
?I?m better than you, whore! You are the sow! You are the stinking sow!? she
said before suddenly plunging her fingers deep in Irene?s cunt.
My wife gave a strange smile and half opened the mouth, as Cathy?s fingers
fumbled in her womanhood. Her hips moved to and fro twice or thrice, making the
crowd go delirious but then, I saw Cathy?s forearm strain and my wife?s traits
slowly turned to an agonising look. The smaller woman jerked her palm inside
Irene?s cunt and my wife gave a succumbing rale, as blood flew like a thick
spring over Cathy?s forearm.
Long seconds ensued, in which everyone was shouting and yelling, watching
Irene?s feeble twitches, impaled by Cathy?s forearm that dug deeper and deeper
in her.
?Now, it?s over!? hissed the smaller woman, triumphantly, briskly dragging out
her hand off my wife?s womanhood, pulling out her inner parts, filled with blood
and thick lucent juices. Irene bulged the eyes and gave a big yawn, quivering
from head to toe.
?She? she? kills? me? Oh, no? she? kills? me??
Cathy plunged deeper her palm in my wife?s vulva, provoking a slurping sound.
Irene quaked, curling in front of her foe.
?No!? No!? I?ll eat your shit! I?ll drink your piss! Stop it! Stooooop it!
Pleeaaaaase!?
But Cathy was now twisting the palm in Irene?s womanhood, throwing quakes in my
wife?s flesh. After some seconds, the bigger woman was snaking in spasms on the
floor, showing her tongue in desperation at Cathy, suggesting that?
?She?s finished! Piss over her! Piss over her!? shouted Gelu, as my wife?s arms
sprawled on the floor, yielding for good.
The audience cheered winning Cathy who, slowly, got up, leaving on the wooden
floor a bare woman. Blood and clots mingled in her pubic hair, covering the
ripen flesh over her pubic bone. She did a last attempt to curl, but then she
exhaled endelssly, remaining inert in the middle of the dormitory. Her head fell
aside and spittle poured from her mouth.
"I told her to stay put... I really told her that!" said Cathy and rushed in
Gelu's arms
