Agony washed over me. I was not about to collapse, but I wanted to. I slammed my fist into her face and she spat blood. She dropped to one knee. Her grip on my crotch was released but she leapt up from her bent position and tackled me. Our bodies were pressed together as anger fueled our battle. Our legs were intertwined, our arms were wrapped around one another as we rolled about the floor. Our breasts pressed thickly into each other, sweat lubricated our battle. She pulled at my hair, her hot breath blowing on my neck. I pulled back, and dug my nails into her back and tore at her flesh. She returned the assault. First she was on top of me, then I was on top of her. She was strong though and I had never been in a fight with someone like her.
Finally, I rolled her off of me, and punched her in the tit. She grunted and I rolled away. I got to my feet, and she leapt at me. I wrapped her in a headlock as we crashed again to the ground. Her nails tore at my flesh--my most senstive flesh--between my legs and my big breasts, but I kept pounding her back and sides. I realized how much it hurt to fight naked--she was tearing me up and I was suffering, but I wouldn't quit. She tried to pry herself out of my grip but I kept kidney punching and nailing her in the ribs.
Eventually she got free--I was on bottom as she was on top. My big breasts were raw from her claws and I couldn't close my legs. She stomped at me but I dodged her for a moment and then sent a mule kick right into her mid section. She moaned and tumbled backwards.
We both got to our feet and closed in on each other, raising our fists. Like two old-fashioned fist-fighters, we exchanged punches:
face-face, body, breast, face- ribs, ribs, ribs, uppercut to the face, solid punch to the gut was the series of punches I gave her which caused her knees to buckle and then I had my chance--a right hook to the face, which I swung although I had been weakened by her series of punches:
face-body, body-body, breast, breast, breast, breast (why did she want to punish my tits so badly), ribs, then face, face, face, gut, face and then I almost fell to the ground. She saw her chance, and we simultaneously took our shots.
Her punch landed perfectly, a wild uppercut right into my gut. The wind rushed out of me and tears welled up in my eyes as I dropped to my knees.
However, my right hook had connected as well and she was down--clutching her face and writhing. She was obviously dazed. She was face-down and I couldn't help but notice that she really did have a great ass.
I tried to catch my breath but all that came was a whimper. She began to stir. This would be the end.
I "dove" (or more correctly fell) on top of her, digging my claws into her buttocks and ramming a hand in between her legs--finally taking advantage of the fact that this was, in fact, a naked fight.
She kicked at me and somehow wrapped me up between her legs, in some sort of messed up head-scissors. We rolled around and for a moment ended up in sort-of 69 position, and we tore at each other's sensitive flesh between our legs. Somehow--she was better at it than I was--I wondered if she had fought other times naked. I screamed in pain, but didn't want to quit. We broke free for a moment and sprang at one another gain. Claws tore at each other and we pulled hair, like the wildcats we had become. She bit my tit and I clawed her face. We exchanged the vicious attacks, but she was hurting my badly. I was bleeding form places that I never wanted to bleed from and as I struggled to hurt her more I felt like I couldn't hold out. She was whimpering and moaning like me though and the sweat of our bodies made it harder and harder to grapple with one another.
Suddenly she had three fingers literally inside of me and I was screeching. I pushed my thumb into her eye and tried to gouge her. She shrieked as well.
I couldn't breathe from the pain, otherwise I would have screamed my surrender, I was done--she had won. That thought prompted further tears as my pride was damaged. As I caught my breath--fire ranging in my crotch, knowing that I wouldn't have sex for a month, I pushed harder with my thumb.
"STOPPPP!" she screamed, "You WIN, stop!! I don't wanna go blind!!!"
And I stopped. She would never know how close she was to winning. We rolled off of each other. Both sobbing.
I though, was the better bitch....
