Bathroom Brawl - Indian vs Pakistani

another commissioned catfight, where I had to learn a number of new slurs to go through (so that was new). general bloody throwdown in the bathroom with a pair of English girls with some racist opinions of eachother

Megha and Saima were not girls to be trifled with. It was nothing to do with the fact that Saima was a muslim girl, Pakistani in origin despite being born in England. Or that Megha was in the same boat as an Indian-blooded girl. Both girls had a reputation as the bitches and sluts of the school. They took what they wanted, and they got temperamental with those who got in their way. Other girls tended to give them space, but it seemed inevitable that some day, their paths would cross.

It came to a head when the teenagers clashed in the old playground behind the school that had become a regular hangout for many of the students. They had each slept with the same boy recently, and while neither of them were dating him, they still felt like getting territorial about it.

Saima was 5'5", slim and with a moderate chest for a 16 year old. Her Pakistani heritage was fairly visible in her light brown skin, long dark hair, and sharp brown eyes. She wore a stylish dress that showed off some of her smooth and toned legs. Megha was of a similar build, slender and 5'4". She was the same age with a similar chest, and black hair that went to her shoulders. Her legs were strong and smooth, looking slightly thicker and tougher-looking than Saima's as they peaked out from under her dress. The two girls had more in common than either of them would care to admit.

Saima shoved Megha in the chest by the set of monkey bars. "You stay the hell away from my boytoy, you fucking bitch!" she snapped.

Megha staggered a few steps, no practiced fighter, but neither was Saima. Both had relied on their mouths and attitudes to get them out of trouble so far. Megha still shoved her back, letting Saima's back hit one of the poles to the simple swingset. "Eat shit, bitch! I don't take orders from a paki cunt like you!"

"Oh, you fucking cow fucker," Saima snarled, grabbing her by the hair. Megha did the same to her, but before either of them could act on it, they looked up and saw a teacher approaching. They both quickly backed off, acting casual as they spoke more quietly.

"This isn't over, bitch," Saima muttered.

"Not by a long shot. Meet you in the bathrooms and we'll settle this," Megha agreed.

"After school. No teachers to save your skin that time."

"Fine. And this Friday. No other girls to get in our way either."

The girls grudgingly agreed and soon, the day in question arrived. The girls went into the restroom amidst the flow of students, waiting until the last of them hurried out of the building to start their weekends. It wasn't long before the quiet told them they were two of the very few people left in the school.

"You ready to do this, you fucking Hindu whore?" Saima threatened, shifting her footing a bit. It was an act of nerves more than strategy, since she hadn't actually fought someone before. The bathroom was not only large enough to suit the highly populated school, but also spacious enough to give the girls plenty of room to move around.

"Absolutely," Megha replied. "I'm looking forward to beating you through the floor so I can sit on that ugly paki face of yours and make you eat your way out from under my pussy!"

"You'll be the one choking on my twat, camel fucker," Saima shot back, throwing a firm-handed slap to Megha's cheek. The blow snapped against her dark brown skin, turning it a shade more red.

"You fucking bitch!" Megha fumed, charging into her hated rival and gouging her nails into her face. Saima screamed and threw up her arms to resist her, shaking her head side to side to avoid them poking into her eyes. Megha's claws still raked rough, ugly streaks across her cheeks and around her mouth before Saima took hold of her wrists. Saima used them as handles to swing the Indian girl away from her, slamming her back against the wall of one of the stalls.

Megha cried out as the metallic wall rattled against her back, wincing in pain as Saima switched tactics to grab her by the hair. She slammed Megha's head into the stall several times before Meg threw her knee up, slamming it into Saima's stomach.

"OUFF!" the muslim brawler clutched her stomach and bent over, Megha grabbing for the back of her dress for a handle on her. It wasn't the most stable of grips, but Saima's struggles started to rip her dress up over her hips and red panties. Megha decided the clumsy mistake was well enough in her favor, pulling and tearing at the dress until it went over Saima's head, leaving the muslim girl in her underwear.

Saima looked at herself, half naked, shocked and furious. "You dirty kafir cunt!" she snarled, grabbing Megha by the collar of her dress. She pulled hard to throw her to the bathroom floor, the Indian girl bouncing against it and landing on her back. Megha tried to rise, but Saima was right on top of her, ignoring her lack of clothing as she threw wild and clumsy punches into her face and chest. Megha reached a hand up to shove and claw at her face, Saima turning her head away to minimize the effect before she simply bit down on her fingers.

Megha screamed as her fingers were crushed in the half-nude Pakistani girl's teeth, shoving and clawing wildly at Saima's body to try forcing her off. When she couldn't quite find the leverage, she resorted to digging her nails into Saima's pussy through her panties. Even with her underwear on, Megha could feel the thick, curly bush growing over Saima's pussy.

Saima gave a shrill scream as her pubic hair was pulled. "You dirty hindu whore!" she howled, forcing her mouth to release the Indian girl's other hand. Megha went to grab Saima by the crotch with both hands once it was freed, but her Pakistani rival twisted her body and spiked her knee into the side of Megha's face.

Megha went down in a heap, holding her face as her jaw ached from the blow. Saima rose up to her feet, only to find the tearing from Megha's claws had loosened her panties. She had to keep grabbing to hold them up, so finally she gave up and kicked them off of her, leaving them on the bathroom floor and her in nothing but her bra. "Stay down, cunt," Saima warned angrily. "It'll be that much easier to sit on you when I make you suck my pussy clean."

"Fuck off, you towel-headed paki," Megha groaned back bitterly, crawling until she reached one of the sinks and hauling herself up to her knees. Her dress had tangled up in their brawl, the back hiked up enough and stuck on her hip so that her pantied, deep-brown ass stuck out from beneath it.

Saima couldn't pass up the opening, charging up behind her and throwing a kick straight up into Megha's pussy from behind. Megha gave a much louder cry of pain, tears welling up in her eyes as she grit her teeth and one hand went to her own bushy pussy.

"OHH! My cameltoe, you dirty camel fucker?!" Megha wailed.

"Yea! How's that feel, you hindi hussy!?" Saima shouted at her, stepping up behind Megha to reach down into the top of her dress. She grabbed the tips of her bra, carelessly raking her nails over her dark skin and hard nipples. She finally pulled it up and off her breasts as she pulled it up until she was choking Meg with it.

Megha gagged and pulled on her bra, kicking and thrashing as her face turned a darker shade than it already was. She beat on Saima's pulling hands with her fists, but the Pakistani girl just dug her fingers into the collar of her dress as well and pulled harder. Megha gasped and realized she didn't have any quick way out, and her vision was blurry with tears. She gave another hard tug on her garment, just to slide down and slip out of her dress and bra to escape the stranglehold. While Saima was left confused with a handful of her clothes, Megha went to one knee and threw a few quick, clumsy, but effective punches into Saima's soft, brown belly.

Each got a big, weakening grunt from the Pakistani girl, and soon it was Saima left bent over the sink holding her stomach. Megha stood back up behind her, grabbing her by the hair and slamming her face into the mirror. The glass didn't shatter, but it was still a hard surface smashing against Saima's face. She was quickly seeing stars, bleeding out her nose and onto her bra.

Megha wound up for another push, snarling at her quickly. "I always knew you had a face that could break a mirror,” she spat at her, but Saima swung her foot backward, her heel smacking into Megha's twat. Megha's panties shoved a bit deeper up her snatch as she grunted and backed off, the hurting but furious Saima turning around and grabbing her her tits. Her painted nails raked long, stinging red lines over Megha's tender flesh, leaving the Indian girl screaming in raging pain.

"That hurt, bitch? I thought you'd like getting milked like your holy cow!" Saima gloated at her, stretching and mauling her tits with sadistic glee. Megha reached up as well to latch onto Saima's chest, tearing and stretching at her bra to tear it down. The straps tangled with Saima's arms, but she quickly yanked them out of her bra to keep up her scratching and squeezing assault on Megha's bosom.

"Stop being so fucking jealous of my rack, you cunt!" Megha shrieked at her, trying to pull away but Saima still had her claws hooked into the sides of her tits. Since she had nowhere to run while she was in her grasp, Megha instead leaned in closer and bit into Saima's lip.

Saima let out a distorted scream of pain as Megha bit into her face, releasing the Indian girl's tits to try to push and claw at her face to force her off. Saima managed to twist and pull back, though not without a bloody lip. As she touched her face gingerly, Megha slapped her hard enough to send Saima reeling back. Megha went after her to for another blow, but Saima ducked to her knees and let Megha hit nothing but air.

Saima used her new angle to grab Megha's panties, pulling them down around her ankles. Megha's hairy pussy was exposed, and Saima didn't have time to spare staring before she punched her straight in the pussy. Megha let out a huge howl at the low blow, grabbing at her groin and falling to her knees next to her. "OHHHH, shit! You dirty suli fuck!"

"Like you haven't had worse, whore!" Saima snapped at her. She shoved Megha over onto her back, grabbing her legs and standing up again. She took the girl's ankle and twisted, making Megha scream in agony. She beat her fist on the bathroom tiles, teeth and face clenched to try to overcome the pain. When Saima tried to change her footing, she took advantage by shooting her foot up into the Pakistani girl's twat.

Saimi let out a big huff of air at the cunt kick, crossing her legs awkwardly but still weakly holding onto Megha's foot. Megha used it as leverage to wrap her legs around Saima's waist, twisting to one side and tossing her to the floor as she squeezed her thighs around her stomach.

Saima gagged as her stomach was squeezed by her rival's long, dark legs, beating her fists weakly against them. Megha grunted and squealed as she leaned back, balancing on one arm as she tried to hug her limbs tighter around the Pakistani girl's stomach.

"No escape now, bitch," Megha panted at her. Her naked body was sweating with effort to keep her contained, but at least she was succeeding.

"RGGH! Eat shit, you stinking cow fucker! I don't need that greasy pussy this close to me to smell you!" Saima ranted back furiously, growing frustrated with her failing escape attempts. She reached up to dig her fingers into Megha's bush, pulling on a fistful of her pubic hair. Megha immediately jolted and recoiled, several of her pubes torn off in Saima's grip. She howled in pain and rolled to her side, cupping her crotch and kicking her feet against the floor trying to vent her agony.

Saima snarled, crawling over to her. She rolled Megha onto her back before she finally unclenched her fist, shoving the handful of Megha's own pubic hair into her mouth. The Indian girl spit and shook her head to try to avoid the foul-tasting mouthful.

“ACKPTH! UGH! STOP!” Megha sputtered, swinging her hands at Saima, shoving and slapping her weakly.  Saima still winced and turned away, grabbing Megha by the hair (the top set, this time) and raining smacks down onto her head and face as fast as she could deliver them.

"Let's go ahead and rip another red dot in that forehead of yours, you stinking cow fucker!" Saima hissed, reaching up to rake her nails over Megha's face. The Indian-blooded girl screeched at the stinging but largely harmless clawing before she grabbed one of Saima's tits and squeezed.

Saima screamed in outrage and pulled back, but Megha kept her grip and shook her by her breast. The other jiggled temptingly, enough for Megha to slap at it with her other hand like a cat with a toy. Saima kept pulling away, trying to break free of her grasp before she grew fed up and launched herself forward, ramming her knee in between Megha’s spread legs and nailing her right in the pussy with a fleshy smack.

“AUWW!” Megha grunted and rolled off of her, both hands stuck to her crotch. Saima threw a kick for her cunt as well, Megha's hands stopping most of the damage but knocking her over onto her soft brown ass. She still rubbed her aching twat as she squeezed her legs together, trying to protect it and kicking at Saima to try to fend her off.

Saima caught one of her incoming feet and pulled on it to spread out Megha like a clumsy attempt to wishbone her. "Fucking spread it, you dirty dyke slut!" Saima demanded, sitting on the lady's room floor herself in front of Megha. She held off Megha's kicks long enough to wrap her legs around the Indian-blooded girl's calves, shoving her legs out to stretch her thighs painfully far apart.

Megha gave a scream as her legs were forced open, stretching her thigh muscles and spreading her pussy out on front of her opponent. "Bet you're used to being this spread out, aren't you, hindu whore?" Saima snapped at her, slapping her across the pussy.

"YOW! Let me go, you terrorist twat!" Megha screeched at her, reaching out and scratching at Saima's legs. The Indian girl hissed from the stinging pain but held on her leg lock, leaving Megha's pussy gaping open for her own backhanded cunt slaps. Megha gave several high cries of pain from the intrusive beating, only to reach out and grab Saima by the bush after a half-dozen angry pussy shots.

"AOOO! Let go, you shit-eating cow! Let GO! I'm going to beat you so bad you'll need a burka just to hide all the bruises!" Megha yowled and threatened. She slapped and shoved at Saima's hand that was buried up to the knuckles in her dark, curly bush. Saima gave a sharp twist of them, making Megha give off another sickly, agonized noise as her legs quivered, letting Saima pull herself free from the splitting hold. With her legs mobile again, she braced her foot on Megha's thigh, leaning on it to pull back hard on her pubes.

Megha arched her hips, squealing rapidly and shaking before the hairs gave way, plucked out painfully from her sore crotch, labia and inner thigh. “Oh god! Fuck off! Get out of there, you handsy cunt!” Megha threw a frantic kick into Saima's belly, getting her to grunt and back off. Megha still clawed at her and ripped a quick handful of pubic hair off of her crotch, leaving a lightly swelling bare spot just above her opening.

"AHHH! You ugly hin-dyke!" Saima shouted as she instinctively grabbed her crotch, scooting back on her back ass across the floor.

Megha wiped the pubic hair off on her thigh as she leered back hatefully at Saima. "Better give the fuck up now, bitch, cuz I'm going to rip that paki pussy bald before I make you eat mine!"

“I’ll fuck you up worse first, bitch!” Saima snapped back, rubbing her groin. They both lunged for each other, slapping and shoving in a frenzy, as if their only goal was to get their hands on the other in any capacity.

Saima ended up shoving Megha onto her back, her sweaty skin hitting the tile floor. Megha winced and swing a leg up defensively, actually connecting with Saima's jaw as she tried to pounce on her. Saima's head shook and she backed off wincing, holding her face tenderly and spitting onto the floor. There was some blood in it from where she'd bitten her lip. Megha kicked frantically at her, letting her heels and soles slap into Saima's breasts and stomach as she grabbed at them blindly.

Saima leaned over backward, balancing more on her ass and lower back as she stuck her legs out between Megha's forcing them apart from each other and away from her own body. With Megha pulled into a crude wishbone, the Pakistani girl was free to start slamming her heel repeatedly into her, the gap of her legs allowing her to bash it right into her aching pussy.

Megha squealed sharply in pain as the stomps started to push her backward. "That how you like it, slut?" Saima snapped as she crushed her foot against her cunt. "That do it for your gaping kafir cunt?!"

"OW! OW! Fuck, stop it, you camel-humping dyke!" Megha growled, managing to squeeze her legs together.

"Shit!" Saima cursed. "First time you've closed your legs this tight, kafir slut!" She tried to crawl back up, but Megha turned over to her belly, flipping Saima over with her. The Pakistani girl landed with a grunt as she squashed her breasts beneath her own chest. Megha just sat up and leaned backwards, pressing her brown ass against her rival's and trapping her against the floor.

“Payback time, burka bitch,” Megha threatened, keeping her legs squeezed together to trap one of Saima’s legs behind her.

“Payback time, burka bitch,” Megha threatened, keeping her legs squeezed together to trap one of Saima’s legs behind her. She grabbed two of her toes and pulled them in seperate directions, getting a pained, girly squeal out of Saima as her free leg flailed and kicked uselessly at the floor.

"Aghhh! Let go! Let go, you stupid cunt!" Saima raved at her, reaching up to grab for her arms. She couldn't reach, instead resorting to clawing against Megha's thighs and brown butt cheeks. The Indian girl gave several grunts and groans of pain from this herself, but it made her up her efforts to inflict her own pain on her toes. She dragged her nails over her sole as well as twisting her toes, getting louder and shriller screams from her rival as she worked her tender feet over.

Saima's shaking and thrashing had managed to rock Megha higher up her back, but she couldn't get the Indian girl to release her. With her new position, she could see the wiggle of Saima's butt nearby, and with no other easy openings, she turned and sank her teeth into the soft, sweaty skin of her ass.

"AOOOH! What the fuck, you ass-eating whore!? Get the fuck offff!" She reached around to try to grab and shove at Saima, but she kept her teeth dug into Megha's ass cheek, pulling and twisting viciously. Megha finally resorted to hurling herself off of her trapping hold, though the pinching of her teeth left their mark as a trickle of blood ran down the back of her thigh.

"You cow! You cow-fucking cow!" Megha shrieked  furiously at Saima, rubbing her aching ass as tears welled up in both of their eyes from the pain and exhaustion. "How the fuck could you bite me in the ass!"

"It tastes like shit!" snapped Saima. "Just like the rest of you looks! Didn't your ass bleed the last time you let a bull stick its dick in you?"

"RRGH! You don't know when to shut up!" Megha snarled. She spun around on her knees, backhanding Saima with a heavy slap to the face. The pakistani girl went down to the bathroom floor, holding her face with one hand before Megha dove right on her, slapping quickly down on Saima’s tits like an aggressive drummer. Saima squealed and thrashed to try to avoid her, but she kept up the relentless smacking that bounced her already damaged jugs around. Saima threw a wild kick up at her in her flailing, the knee landing right in Megha’s face and cracking across her nose.

Megha fell off of her to her side, screaming savagely as she held her face. The blood ran from her swelling nose and through her fingers as she shouted at her. “My nose! You suli piece of shit! You broke my fucking nose!”

Saima showed her sympathy by sitting up enough to kick Megha in the ass, making the Indian girl twitch and swing a blind slap at her with one hand while the other still held her face. Saima ignored her and grabbed her by the hair, lifting the crying, bleeding Megha’s upper body off the floor. She pulled back on her hair with one hand, shoving her chest into her victim’s back as she reached around to squeeze one of her swollen, sweaty breasts like a fleshy handle.

“Let’s see if you taste like cow too, you weak-ass dot-headed whore!”  Saima threatened before using her grip to bite into Megha’s forehead. The hindu girl screamed and flailed, clawing and pushing and thrashing like a psychopath as she felt Saima’s teeth drilling and scraping into her skin. She tried to slam her elbows back into Saima’s stomach, landing several solid blows into the soft brown belly. The muslim girl just sank her nails in until blood poured down from both her breasts and face, painting red streaks down her rich brown skin.

Saima finally threw her to the floor, spitting the mouthful of her opponent’s blood onto her body. Megha just sobbed and curled up, rubbing her various bite and claw marks left on her young body. “You bitch! You paki slut…!” she panted out angrily, but her energy clearly draining as the fight went on.

“Keep on talking,” Saima grunted, getting up and forcing the stumbling Megha to her unsteady feet. “It’s making it that much more satisfying when I shut your dirty kafir mouth. In fact, let’s clean your ugly-ass face up first!” She kicked open one of the bathroom stalls, forcing Megha in by a scraping grip of her nails in one of her tits. Megha stumbled along weakly before Saima shoved her head into one of the thin metal walls and forced her to her knees.

“Time for you to bow before your fucked up false gods, you cow cock-sucker!” Saima grabbed her hair again, holding her over the toilet long enough for Megha to shake her head.

“No! No, stop!” the Indian girl pleaded quickly, but Saima slammed her head into the wall again by the hair before she shoved her into the toilet. Megha sputtered and pushed at the seat as Saima held her under, leaning over her and throwing a knee into her stomach while she was stuck inside. She heard a choking gasp from Megha, bubbles rising from a mix of her screams of rage and distress as well as her choking on the water. Clean or not, she wanted to give Megha every reason to regret crossing her path.

Saima pulled her back out, Megha’s dark hair sticking to her face from the water running down her body. She choked and sobbed, retching up the water in small bursts that trickled down her chin. “Looks better. But let’s wash that ugly red spot off that dog face of yours,” Saima hissed, shoving her back under. This time she held her down with both hands for even longer, and moved behind her to push her thick-haired cunt against her ass. Saima had to admit she felt some excitement from it all as her thrashing foe suffered beneath her. Megha’s kicking feet made her ass wiggle against her privates, Saima moaning quietly at the vibrating it caused in her pussy.  She had been with plenty of boys, but she had only ever fantasized about being with another woman.

Saima parted her hips from Megha’s so she could slam a knee up into her cunt. The Indian girl’s head popped up from the water with a howl of pain, interrupted by the occasional cough or burp as she choked on the water. “I told you what I was going to do to you, cow cunt,” Saima hissed at her, pulling on the wet hair to force Megha to rear back, her wet and scratched up breasts thrusting out in front of her. “And I’m going to make good on my promise. Get on the fucking floor!”

Saima threw Megha back to the tile floor, kicking her in the side until she crawled out of the stall. Her bare brown ass wiggled in the air behind her, leaving a trail of water and lingering drops of blood from the stall as she nearly slipped in her own mess. The blood had marked much of the floor already between the two of them. Saima stepped up behind her, throwing a kick into Megha’s exposed pussy at full force. Megha quickly dropped to one side, moaning in loud, pathetic pain as she cupped her cunt, rolling weakly to one side and the other.

Saima stepped over her, holding the sink to steady her exhausted legs on the wet floor before she squatted down. “Enjoy your last meal, you cockstarved little weakling,” she hissed in a mix of venom and lust before she settled her pussy onto Megha’s face. Saima’s elated gasp was an extra symbolic slap in the face for Megha, knowing her suffering was causing her opponent so much pleasure. Her greasy pussy and pubic hair rubbed against her face, smearing her sexual juices on Megha’s nose and mouth.

“Oh my god, your slutty face is so good,” Saima muttered, one hand playing with her own breast as she used her beaten foe as a masturbation tool. “Don’t you fucking pull anything or I swear I will claw your eyes out.”

Megha cringed and was too hurt and afraid to attempt anything as risky as biting or scratching her now, left in no position to resist her and with no strength left in her. She felt Saima pinch down on her nose, sputtering a moment against her pussy before she opened her mouth to gasp for air. She whined as she realized it forced her to just what Saima had threatened early on, left to eat her hated rival’s pussy. It wasn’t worth the bonus of not being able to smell the slutty thing.

“Get licking, toilet-breath,” Saimi demanded, pinching her nipple as she humped against her face more aggressively. “Eat it up like you deserve, you street whore.” Megha could feel her hardening clitoris rubbing against her face as Saima’s thrusting became more intense, painting her with her musky juices. Megha just wanted it over with, finally breaking down enough that she opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue in. She slurped and sucked on it, desperately kissing Saima’s cunny and hoping that she was doing it right.

She must have been doing something right, because it wasn’t long before Saima’s muscles tensed around her and she let out a high-pitched cry. Her pussy flexed against her face and she squirted over Megha’s features, choking her on her intrusively potent sexual scent. Saima was sure to lean into her, giving a few more powerful thrusts against her face to squirt and grind her juices into her nose and mouth.

At last she stood back up, legs even weaker after the orgasm as she held onto the sink for balance. “You make a good fuck toy. No wonder you’re such a slut, hindu whore,” Saima hissed at her, giving another half-hearted kick into her side. Megha barely had the strength to twitch, still gagging on her strong-smelling pussy juices. “Start shit again and I’ll give you the same any time,” Saima promised her, using her breast as a stepping stone to walk over her and grab her clothes and bag, tugging them back on as best she could with all their tears and stretching as she left Megha there to suffer on floor of the girl’s room.

Little Mermaid Titfight: Ariel vs Syrene

just something fun and short out of Disney

Ariel was widely known, but not always as the human princess that  she would become. She had plenty of undersea adventures, exploring strange places and gathering her collection of human baubles. One thing no one would hear songs or see movies about, though, were her growth spurts. The merwoman woke up one morning to slip into her minimal clothes when the seashell top just wouldn't quite fit. It pinched her big chest uncomfortably, a sure sign that she would need another before she simply burst out of it.

Ariel sighed and forced the old thing on, swimming out into the depths in search for another. She dug through a few reefs and some of the shorelines, but even the edge of the surface world didn't seem have anything big enough for her. It was getting annoying for her to keep paddling around with her tail while she had to hug an arm to her chest to keep them from bouncing right out of her makeshift bra.

So she ventured deeper where the shellfish grew larger. It took her most of the afternoon, but at last a bright purple color caught her eye. She swam up a bit higher, confirming what she saw: a purple seashell, split neatly down the middle in a perfect pair of covers. She eyeballed it and cupped her chest thoughtfully. It was perfect! She dove down towards it when there came what appeared to be a cloud of gold in front of her. Ariel skidded to a stop to keep from slamming into it, and only then recognizing it as a mass of blonde hair flowing through the water before it settled.

The owner of the golden mane was Syrene, a pink-tailed mermaid that Ariel passed by now and then, but she hadn't spoken to her much. Ariel had plenty to say, though, when she noticed that she was holding the purple shell in her hands.

"Hey, that was mine!" Ariel insisted, balling up her fists by her hips.

"That's funny. I don't see you holding it," Syrene smiled back mockingly. She held her prize up to her own chest, comparing it to her own overwhelmed bra. "Besides, they're a perfect fit for me. Your little princess tits would be a waste to use these on."

Ariel fumed and swam up to her. "You saw me diving for it, you little liar! You give those back to me or else!"

"Or else what?" scoffed Syrene, turning to face her proper. "You'll cry back to daddy Triton in your palace over a piece of shell? You really are pathetic."

Ariel had heard enough. She slapped the bitchy blonde across the face. Her head bucked to one side, looking shocked for a moment before she turned back and smacked Ariel across her chest. The wobbly things were already sensitive from the recent growth spurt, but the bouncing of her buoyant boobs knocked off her old bra entirely. The jiggling was too much for already overworked garment, leaving Ariel gasping and furious as she was rendered topless.

Ariel growled angrily and lunged at Syrene, grabbing at her hair and chest cattily. The mermaids tumbled head over tails through the water, throwing and pulling each other around wildly in their weightless little arena under the sea. Syrene's top soon was ripped off and floated away from her as well, the girls' tails slapping at each other frantically as they clawed at each others' faces and hair. Ariel at last rammed herself into Syrene, the girls' bulging chests bouncing off one another and pushing them apart.

Ariel grunted and righted herself while Syrene did the same, the topless mermaids glaring between each other. The women caught their breath a moment before Syrene shook out her hair, letting it flow through the water. "You really want to do this?" Syrene snapped huffily. "Fine! But let's do this right."

Ariel put her fists on her scaly hips. "What do you mean?" she asked, still visibly aggressive.

"We titbox for it. We hold our hands just like that, and we can only fight using our chests. Whoever gives up the fight or uses their hands first loses and gives up the seashell to the winner."

Ariel eyed up the precious shell resting on the rock nearby, then affixed her hands to her hips, thrusting her chest out. "Agreed. Let's do this, you pink-tailed thief!"

"As if, you entitled royal bitch!" Syrene shot back, paddling her tail to charge into the redhead. Their breasts squashed together briefly before they rebounded again, Ariel giving a pained cry as she reclaimed her balance. Syrene rushed at her again, but Ariel was able to dip to one side. Syrene paddled her tail wildly as she redirected herself, only for Ariel to be waiting right in her face. She swung her shoulders a few times to butt her breasts into her like a pair of fleshy (what's the word...?) boxing gloves.

Syrene winced and recoiled from the returned tit bump, but rose a bit over Ariel to slap her own tits down on top of hers. Ariel bobbed a bit as her chest jiggled back into place, but slammed herself into Syrene's chest again. This time she charged full on into her, grinding and shuffling herself against her blonde enemy. Their tits locked together and wrestled for position, nipples growing hard and poking at one another's soft flesh.

"Rrgh! Those pathetic tits are going to break against mine!" Ariel growled through grit teeth at her opponent.

"Don't think the fact that you're getting fat is enough to beat me!" Syrene shot back as they clashed and tumbled through the water. Syrene pulled back just enough to reposition herself, then slammed sharply into Ariel. Her hard nipple jabbed right into the redhead princess' tender areola,

Ariel squeaked and recoiled a bit, but Syrene arched her back and thrust her tits in after her, ramming the tips of her nipples into the same vulnerable spot. "Ready to give up yet, you royal slut?" Syrene gloated as she kept Ariel playing defense, trying to reduce or avoid the stabbing bit of flesh.

Ariel managed to dart to one side, wincing from the pain in her nipples but then swinging her chest sideways, letting her tits slap one and then the other across both of Syrene's like a pair of meaty hammers. The blonde staggered to one side as the leverage of both of their tits pushed her spinning away as if she had taken a right cross to the jaw.

The angle let Ariel pursue her and press her attack, ramming her chest in rapid tit-punches that pummeled Syrene's one vulnerable breast left facing her. The pink mermaid turned sharply, slapping her tit across Ariel's rapidly back and forth. Ariel responded in kind, both girls swinging wildly side to side as their breasts kept colliding with fleshy whacks, making them wince but keep at their relentless attacks.

Both girls were starting to sweat by now, mixing in with the seawater around them as they thrust and rubbed their chests together. Syrene suddenly pulled back, ducking a bit around Ariel's next thrust before she rose up sharply, delivering a titty uppercut into Ariel's with a loud “whack!”

The redhead gasped as the surprising pain shot through her chest, staggered by the powerful breast blow. Her newly grown breasts bounced out of control, almost threatening to smack herself in the face with them. But as Syrene tried to lunge in for another strike, Ariel shifted her shoulders to part her breasts, trapping one of hers between her soft cleavage.

"Got you now, you weak-titted bitch," Ariel hissed, flexing her arms inward to squeeze her breasts tighter together. Syrene cried out as the redhead's two melons crushed around her one, thrashing her tail like mad to try to pull herself free. Ariel squeezed and pulled at her, distorting the shape of the blonde's proud bosom within her chesty grasp as she squashed and stretched it out of shape. Syrene squealed at the agony put through her own soft boobs and chest muscles.

Syrene groaned and struggled against her, shaking her upper body so that she could slap her free breast against the side of Ariel's puffed up chest like a sort of sucker punch. "Let go, you pathetic little bottomfeeder!" Syrene snarled, but Ariel kept her tit lock on tight. Syrene changed tactics and charged into the princess, pushing with her aching boobs until Ariel's back hit a large undersea cliffside behind them.

Ariel gave a sharp cry of pain, arching her hurting back and letting go of Syrene's swollen and tender breast. She kept Ariel cornered and pummeled on her chest, the redhead gritting her teeth and trying to endure the breast beating.

"I knew you were all talk," Syrene grunted, exhausted and aching herself, but angry enough to force herself to tear into her with her swollen and sore tits. Ariel's pale skin was growing red and even showing a few light bruises growing on her supple skin. Ariel's eyes watered at the beating of her full and sensitive chest, but she kicked off from the cliffside with her tail. Syrene was already in the middle of diving towards her, pedaling her tail to try to stop herself but smacking right into the big flat wall of stone.

"Aughhhh!" The blonde bounced off of it, resisting the urge to cradle her breasts in her hands, lest she break the rules of their duel. Still, her boobs ached and swelled, and Ariel wasn't hurt enough to let her escape without any payback.

"You'll pay for that, you cheating little sea-witch!" Ariel threatened, swimming after Syrene and slapping a breast into one of the blonde mermaid's jugs. Syrene gave a shrill grunt as she staggered from the blow, trying to turn and shield her breasts with her shoulder and braced arms.

Ariel dodged again when Syrene took a swing back at her, darting in and delivering a pair quick jabs with her breasts. Syrene winced and landed her own fleshy shove back, but Ariel stood up straight before spiking her hard nipple straight into Syrene's. They both met head on, ramming and wrestling a moment before Ariel's pressed hard enough to shove Syrene's back inside of her own breast.

The blonde gasped in pain and shock as her nipples inverted, wriggling in discomfort as Ariel's tits brashly overpowered hers. Syrene managed to pull back, her nipples popping free with a sharp little jolt of pain, but Ariel swung her breast in another heavy blow that hit with a fleshy smack. Syrene staggered back with a feminine grunt, her chest bouncing as she caught her breath and took a moment to assess the damage. Her breasts were red and swollen from their own beating, and there was a dark, round bruise lining just around her aureola from the last direct hit.

"I'd heard of a black eye, but not a black nipple!" Ariel laughed at her confidently, breathing heavy herself but but looking a bit fresher than her pink-scaled opponent.

"Oh shut up!" Syrene snapped back angrily. "I'm not done with you yet!" She swam rapidly towards Ariel, but changed direction at the last minute when Ariel tried to shove back at her. She changed her back upward before she lifted and swatted her breasts down on top of Ariel's in a stinging slap, leaving a fresh bit of red flesh across the top of her cleavage.

Ariel gave a long shout of pain from the surprising slap, recoiling as Syrene attacked her from the higher position and letting her breasts beat down on top of the redhead's. Ariel finally positioned her chest to intercept her windup for one of the swings and then suddenly swimming underneath her. Syrene darted down after her, but Ariel moved just as skillfully to line herself up with Syrene and rammed hard into the bottom of her breasts. The blonde gave a husky choking noise as the blow ran up her chest and knocked the wind out of her, spitting out some air bubbles awkwardly.

"Now I have you, you titless whore!" Ariel declared proudly. Syrene was trying to get her breath back, but Ariel was immediately back in her face, rolling her shoulders to slap her breasts one after the other into Syrene like a pair of speed bags. Syrene tried to paddle away, but Ariel lashed out with her own tail, looping with hers to hold her tightly against her and keep up the booby beating with her long red hair flowing behind her. She found her rhythm and was soon working over Syrene like a frenzied lightweight boob boxer.

Syrene winced in pain from her beating, feeling like her breasts would never stop jiggling from the wild pounding. She finally thrust out desperately with both of her tits, shoving Ariel back away from her hard. Her eyes watered badly from the pain, and her entire body shivered and ached from the damage she had suffered to her once impressive-looking chest.

Ariel recovered nimbly with a strong stroke of her tail, just to beat the water with it hard and charge back at her enemy. With a perfectly timed swing of her body, Ariel rammed forward and smashed her chest into her opponent's waiting breasts like some kind of busty dolphin. Syrene's body snapped back so sharply that she spun completely around before she listlessly floated down to the ocean floor. She landed limply in the sand that splashed up around her and her tenderized tits that jiggled and thrust upward for the amusement of any who happened to pass her by.

Ariel rubbed her sore tits as she watched Syrene writhe slowly on the bottom of the sea, making sand angels in her pained and pathetic squirming. The obvious victor, Ariel went over to her hard-earned prize, snapped it in half, and laced a bit of thread through it until the shells comfortably cradled her breasts. They would be sore for a while regardless of its comfort, but it was well worth the effort in her mind. She'd earned her latest top, and she had shut up a mouthy bitch in the process.

Friends' Fuckfight commisison

(commission from someone who wanted to host a sexfight between her friend and herself; swapped some names around to hide identities, but a sexy and playful orgasmic contest)

Jenna had been spending some time luring her friends into that eventful night. She knew they were both bisexual, and while she hadn't slept with any of them herself found them both very attractive. She had actually hooked Cassandra and Alexandria's attention when she mentioned that she didn't know which of them was hotter.

"Well no offense," Alex said. "But I'm pretty much the hottest one here. You girls are adorable, but sorry, not sorry."

"Oh bullshit," Cass replied, though laughter in her voice. "Don't think you can pull that on us. I'm at least sexier than you, Alex."

The girls squabbled a bit, jokingly poking holes in the other's looks and body before Jenna leaned in with a knowing grin. "You girls wanna prove it?"

So there they were at Jenna's house, a friendly but erotic fight set up between her two friends. She would stay the impartial judge and hostess, lounging back comfortably in her leather loveseat. All of the other furniture was pushed off to the sides of the living room, leaving plenty of room for Alex and Cass to roll around the floor together. She'd been careful to explain to both of them that "playing dirty" would be allowed and encouraged by their judge, so they should keep it fun but competitive.

They were all fully dressed when they met, but they would strip down for the fight after a few short pleasantries. Cassandra was dressed in tight stretch pants and a dark blue, low cut top covering her lean but curvy figure.  Alexandria was in a lacey black top, showing a bit of her bra underneath and matching it with a dark, tight pair of jeans. Jenna was waiting for them in some black lingerie and panties, dressed up to play their sexy hostess and referee. She'd had a few sexual showdowns herself, so Jenna was not only a fan of them, but knew the general ins and outs.

"You girls ready?" Jenna asked, looking at Cass. She pulled her shirt off over her head, stepping out of her pants to leave her in dark blue bra and panties with white trimming, the perfect match to the blue hair that hung around her slim shoulders.

"Born ready," Cass insisted, but she smiled giddily and grinned like she was ready to giggle at the situation at any moment.

Jenna looked to Alex as the blonde shed her top and casually kicked off the last of her jeans. She wore simple but sexy black underwear to match her top, and the way she calmly adjusted her bra to proudly show a bit more cleavage made it clear she wasn't uncomfortable with the scene either. "Ready to win, coach," she joked flippantly.

"Then let's go to it! I can't wait to see who's the hottest here," Jenna added for good measure, gesturing for them to approach each other with a sly smile. They started to move in as Cass came with a low and readied stance, mimicking how she'd seen wrestlers do with her hands outstretched.

It happened to not work especially well, since Cassandra had never been in anything resembling a fight before, and since Alex brazenly rushed past her guard and grabbed her bra strap. Alex tugged it down sharply, Cass giving a quick gasp as she went off balance trying to keep her shoulder up to prevent its falling. The blonde-haired fighter just pulled harder and the bra hung around her upper arm, hindering the blue-haired girl's movement enough to land a slap to Cass' face.

Cassandra gave a surprised squeak, slapping out with her free hand to sting one of Alexandra's pale breasts, but she only flinched a moment before she smacked both of her hands rapidly into the sides of Alex's tits. The blue-clad catfighter squealed as her chest vibrated and bounced in her loosely hanging bra, a mixed tingling and slightly painful sensation that kept her incredibly distracted. Alex grabbed her around the middle and tackled into her suddenly, the two clumsily thumping to the floor as the blond tried to stay on top.

"Aww, those sore little titties too distracting?" Alex giggled impishly, but their wild scrambling left Cass an opening to slide under her arm and push her to the ground behind her. Alexandra couldn't get up before Cass sat on her lower back, planting her pantied butt on her to hold her down. "Oww, get your fat ass off of me!" Alex shouted helplessly, grabbing at the floor and kicking her feet.

"Not a chance, big mouth," Cassie laughed back, raising both hands and slapping them against Alex's panties to play her ass like a fleshy bongo drum. Alex kicked and bounced on the floor, trying to wriggle free and giving Cass a rough ride on top of her. “Whoa, easy there, bitch,” the blue girl taunted playfully, reaching back to take hold of her by the hair and pulling up sharply. The blond hissed as her curls were yanked back, wincing and gritting her teeth from the excitingly rough hairpull. Her excitement seemed obvious enough that Cass turned around to face her front, bending her back a bit more to forcefully lock lips with her.

“Ohhh, nice touch!” Jenna encouraged, rubbing one of her breasts gently in her own delight. Alex moaned audibly into her frenemy’s mouth, slapping at the ground in an attempt to distract herself from the arousal being forced onto her. Still, she found her lips and tongue rolling and playing with Cass’ as she got caught up in the moment. The blue-haired girl smiled into their kiss, holding her by the hair with one hand as she reached for the clasp of her bra, her hardened nipples poking through the fabric.

“You like it rough, huh blondie?” she goaded as she popped the back of her bra apart at last, breaking her hold on her hair and the kiss to yank it the rest of the way off of her. Alex managed to get her arms under her to keep from falling to the floor, which kept her breasts in view of Cassandra, and she was surprised by what she saw. Alexandria's breasts wobbled with a small iron stud through each nipple, making them look plump and full without even being fully erect yet. Cass only caught herself staring when Alex suddenly twisted and caught her by the leg, pulling and rolling to toss the mounted girl to her side.

"I know they look good, girl, but keep that head in the game," Alex teased, grinning as she positioned herself to bind her legs around Cass' waist. Cass grabbed at her lean legs, finding them too smooth as she clenched them shut around her middle. Cass gave a high-pitched grunt as the scissors squeezed some air out of her, but more trapping her against Alex's flexing legs and warm groin.

The topless blond propped herself up on her elbows, leaning to one side. Her pierced tits were left on display for the struggling Cass to admire but keeping her upper body out of reach. "Oww! Let go and fight, slut!" she called after Alex.

"No way. Got you right where I want you. Time to make you my bitch!" Alex grinned impishly as she grabbed the thrashing Cass' panties, tugging them down around her knees. It made struggling with her legs that much harder, and all the more snared in Alex's trap. The blonde made a bit of a show as she sucked on two fingers and stuck them up into friend's pussy, making her go stiff as a board and give a throaty squeak.

"That's it. Loosen up for me, big girl," Alex encouraged her with her dirty talk. Any attempts to close her legs got Cass a smack or rough yank on her thighs, parting her again to let her fingers keep thrusting inside her, rubbing small circles around the region of her clitoris. "Mmmm, yea. Gimme that slutty pussy, girl."

"Shut up!" Cass protested between her gasps and moans, trapped without any way out of the blonde's sexualized hold. She was left with the blue-haired girl's pussy like her playground, exploring and stretching it as she saw fit, and forcing Cass' body to enjoy it.

"Come on, now, blue," she encouraged, rolling her clitoris between two fingers and kissing at the tip. "Come on and pop that cherry for me..." Cass found her struggles fruitless and her friend too skilled with her hands and tongue, suddenly shaking and gasping loudly as her hips bounced off the floor. Her pussy flexed and squirted messily onto Alex's fingers and tongue, with her laughing proudly as she kept pumping against the base of her clit.

"Okay, break it up," Jenna called to them firmly, stepping over to urge Alex's legs off of her opponent. She let Cass catch her breath for a few seconds, laying flat on her back and staring at the ceiling. "So how was that?" Jenna asked, smiling down at her playfully. "Having fun with sexfighting yet?"

"Oh hell yea," panted the blue-haired fighter, nodding rapidly. "Fucking give me round two right now." She held up a hand, with Jenna helping pull her up by the wrist. Cassandra took the moment to shake off her bra, leaving both of the girls topless and only their panties on, if a bit stretched out.

"Mine's bigger," Alexandria smiled back at her impishly, happy just to be instigating her opponent.

"Oh fuck you, bitch," Cass grinned at the trash talk, enjoying herself as her pussy still throbbed. She was pumped up to get Alex back in this round, her heart racing from the orgasm and excitement.

"You can try, blueberry," Alex jabbed back, Jenna giving a wave of her hand that cued them to continue the match.

Cassandra started out stronger this time, moving straight in and getting Alex into a headlock. She pushed her knees at the back of her legs, pulling off what she found to be a surprisingly efficient takedown on her opponent. Alex ended up with Cass mounted on her back, getting an arm under her chin and pulling up to bend her neck back. The blonde gave a quick groan of discomfort mixed with the excitement of the topless girl's chest pushing into her back. Her pitch only rose when Cass leaned over to lock lips with her trapped friend, forcing a kiss on her as she lightly choked her out.

"Ooh, good one! Get her, girl!" Jenna encouraged as Cass let one hand reach around to punch and pull at one of the blonde's studded nipples. She let out a low wail as her breast was stretched out by the firm tug of her teat, digging her nails into the back of Cass' hand to try and stop her. When The blue-haired girl pulled her hand back from the stinging pain, Alex bumped her hips backward to press her ass into Cass' crotch. The change in position let her roll Cass off of her and slip free, readying herself on all fours and spinning around to face her. Cass tried to do the same, but slower to regain her bearings.

Alex pounced onto Cass, grabbing and squeezing one of her boobs. The blue-haired girl slapped at Cass' breasts in return, making them sting and jiggle, but Alex staying on top with her handful of breast meat. Alex used her free hand to smack at Cass' face, making her wince and recoil as best she could while still underneath her.

Cass raised her hands to try to block the attacks, only for Alex to grab her wrists and pin them down. Cass grunted and rocked side to side beneath her, her breasts smacking against her thighs as the blonde climbed higher up her body and pressed down with her knees to pin Cassandra's arms beneath her.

"Oh! Got her now!" Jenna teased as Cass struggled against her to no avail. Alex's blond bush brushed against her opponent's face, as she was left with free reign over Cass' body again, reaching back to roughly play with her breasts.

"Unnf! Get off, bitch!" Cass demanded as she pushed and struggled, but as she resisted, Alex just pinched at her nipples. Cass let out a sharp gasp as the tips of her tits were scratched and pulled firmly, not in pain so much as excitement. Her nipples grew hard almost instantaneously. Both girls liked it rough, so the firm but harmless scraping of her friend's painted nail goings over her tits had her shivering in delight.

"Shut it and let me milk those weak tits of yours," Alex purred back at her, twisting her nipples hard enough to get a low groan out of the blue-haired amateur. Cass' hot breath and moans blew against Alex's crotch beneath her panties, making her sigh contently and slide one hand back to stroke the parting petals of the trapped fighter's labia.

"That's a good girl," she urged as she prodded her nails into her nipples, leaving shallow dents in her flesh while her fingers slid into Cass' folds. Seeing no other way out, Cass managed to get her wits together enough to lean in and lock her lips with Alex's pussy, rapidly kissing and sucking it.

"Ohhh, you little bitch!" gasped Alex, arching her back a bit to push her hips further into her face with an instinctual hump. Cass locked her lips with her labia, sucking and gently nibbling at her opening while she rubbed her face into it, her nose brushing against Alex's excited clit. Alex started to finger her faster, but she was clumsy and distracted by Cass' intense makeout session between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together, trying to cut her off, but she was already in too deep. Alex felt herself losing this race, trying to pull away but Cass had grabbed onto her thighs to hold her in place.

"Ooh, tables are turning," Jenna grinned, leaning over in her seat and rubbing herself slightly as Alex struggled to escape her own facesit on Cass. She reached back to grab and twist painfully on Cass' breasts, digging in with her nails as the blue-haired girl kicked and jerked around to make herself harder to hold onto. Still she leaned in and wrapped her mouth around Alex's throbbing clit, running her lips over it as her tongue flicked at its tip.

Alex's breathing reached a higher pitch and faster pace, soon starting to hump against Cassandra's face to her rhythm. She suddenly squirted into the pinned Cass' face and mouth, giving off a sharp gasp and having to lean on her arm just to stay mostly upright. Jenna saw her shaking and stepped over to urge gently at her shoulder for her to get off, Cassandra gladly sucking up a puff of fresh air. Cassandra wiped off her face with a proud grin towards her friend and rival.

"How's that for a comeback from behind?" she jabbed at Alex as she rubbed her overly sensitive crotch.

"I'll show you cumming from behind," the blonde teased back at her as she caught her breath. “Besides, I got you worse in the first round.”

Cassandra raised two fingers and waggled her tongue between them suggestively at her. "You wish. Going to a two-point hot streak on this next one."

"Good! I always did like crushing your dreams. Breaking your heart just gives me more power," Alex grinned cheekily.

"Come and get it then," Cass teased right back, motioning her to come get some. Jenna stepped back into her seat as the girls were a bit more slow to go for eachother, still recovering from the ongoing battle against fatigue and arousal. Cass grabbed for Alex's midsection, wrapping around her stomach and trying to power her to the floor, hands grabbing at the blonde's ass all the way. Alex managed to keep some of her footing, going to her knees but grabbing Cass around the head. Her other hand went lower, grabbing at her blue and white panties to pull down on them while pulling Cass' body towards herself. She used Cass' own approaching form and the headlock in sync with the pantsing to swipe her bottoms right off of her, leaving the blue-haired fighter entirely naked.

Cass scrambled up to all fours quickly, Alex similarly swift to move in on her and shoving her fingers up the blue-haired girl's snatch from behind. Cass tightened up and gasped as Alex's breasts pushed against her back, but she braced herself on the floor and threw a kick backward, her foot thumping into Alex's groin. Alex let out a quick grunt and backed off, both hands going instinctively to her crotch.

"Ooh, she does like it rough!" Jenna purred as Cass turned back towards Alex, grabbing and spreading her ankles as she stood up over her.

"Ohhh, wait. No nooo," Alex moaned, waving her hands. But Cass grinned down at her and gave a dismissive bob of her head.

"Your pain, my pleasure," she mocked before she pressed her foot down onto the blonde's pantied pussy. Alex squealed at the strange but enjoyable pressure, legs stiffening and shaking as she tried to pull out of the "gas pedal" hold. Alex squirmed at the firm pressure on her groin, her breathing picking up its pace in her confused excitement. With her good and distracted, Cass held onto her legs tightly for balance and hooked her toes around Alex's panties. She pulled them down to her knees, grabbing them when they were halfway up her leg to expose the blonde bush and warm, wet pussy lips once again.

"At least THAT'S not pierced, you kinky slut," Cassandra taunted with a playful grin, shifting her foot to shove her big toe into Alex's folds.

"Oh fuck! What do you think you're doing!?" Alex groaned as Cass' delicate toes parted her pussy lips to let her larger one slide in deeper and press down on her clit. She shook wildly from the odd and shocking sensation.

"Seeing how deep that pussy of yours goes, whore," Cass gloated right back, wiggling her toes and making Alex twitch and bite her lip from the new sensation of being foot-fucked by her friend. But with her one leg rubbing inside her, Alex caught Cass off her guard and kicked up into the hand holding her leg. It tossed Cass off balance, landing her on her ass and more importantly, off of Alex. Alex pushed her legs underneath Cass', thrusting her hips forward while she was still off guard.

"Ooh, real comeback from Alex," Jenna egged them on in her excitement. Cass gasped at the sudden tribbing from the blond, but she reached up and grabbed Alex by her pierced nipples, squeezing the puffy flesh like a pair of handles to steady herself and add to her returning thrusts. Alex's eyes rolled back a bit as Cass already had a head start on this round by working her over with her feet. Both girls were moaning, but Cass humped her hard enough to push her back a few inches across the floor.

"You're so wet you're sliding, slut," Cass mocked her, twisting her nipples. Alex leaned back for balance on her palms rather than toy with Cassandra's tits in return. She was barely able to stay sitting up in the face of her pelvic assault. "You've been dying for me to fuck you silly this whole time, haven't you?"

The rough humping and dirty talk got to Alex, as she threw her head back and wailed, squirting right against Cass' crotch. Their juices mixed together as Jenna stepped out, putting her hands between them (and helping herself to a harmless grope of them both in the process). "Wow, you're both heating up now," she grinned, loving how neatly her plan was coming together, and how much the girls seemed to be getting into it.

"It looks like Alex is ahead on points, but it's not over until someone calls it quits."

Alex caught her breath and fanned at her crotch, both girls left sweaty and naked this far into the fight. "I'm just getting warmed up," she insisted.

"You're looking a little too hot for your own good," Cass grinned back at her confidently, though her own pussy was throbbing with a needy pulse from all the humping and teasing. The girls took a quick breather before they went back at it, the naked girls circling in the middle of Jenna's living room. Alexandria struck with a slap to Cass’ breasts, getting her to jump from the small sting. Alex smiled to see that she was still wound up from the last round, keeping Cass on the run as she pursued her and occasionally reached out to pinch her ass or give her breasts a rough little squeeze.

She finally managed to corner Cass, grabbing her by one arm and tossing her to the floor. She landed on her breasts, winded for a moment before Alex climbed onto her back. “Ohh no! No you don’t!” Cass insisted, trying to crawl away but the blonde was quick to grab her by the legs. She kept Cass stuck on her stomach as she pulled up on her legs, spreading them out to make her easy prey for her to stick her face into her crotch and start licking away at her folds, invasively making out with Cass’ pussy.

“Oh, that’s a sexy little boston crab,” Jenna commented, leaning in curiously.

“I don’t care what it’s called! Get her off me!” Cass exclaimed, kicking and clawing but unable to escape the hold that forced her into receiving Alex’s kissing and licking mouth. Cass reached up behind her, slapping at Alex’s ass and legs blindly for payback, but was quickly devolving into a mess of moans as her eyes rolled back, her pussy still anxious from the grinding on the blonde’s bush.

“Mmm, even tastes like blueberries.” Alex took the time to gloat as she held Cass captive, deciding to draw out her easy win on this round and make the most out of it. Cass moaned as her hips instinctively humped against her mouth and tongue, even if at an awkward angle. Alex was even able to loop Cass' legs underneath her arms, freeing up her fingers enough to spread the blue-haired girl wide open while she licked and softly sucked on her clit.

It all gave Jenna a perfect view for when Cass let out a passionate scream and came again, her pussy flexing and throbbing from the intense attentions of her opponent. Alex let go of her legs and backed off before Jenna had to remind her, stretching out her arms while having some trouble keeping her footing. She was still a bit weak in the knees from her own little outbursts. Jenna checked on Cassandra, helping her up but she insisted she was alright a few times and got back to her feet.

The girls both started a bit breathless, skin shining with sweat and other bodily fluids. They locked up quickly, as much to shove at each other as it was to lean into each other for balance. Cass grabbed Alex by the hair, pulling as they both ended up on their knees for better balance. Alex hissed, but barely managed to stay standing as she grabbed and raked her nails over one of Cassandra's breasts. She grunted and shivered heavily in response. The claw didn't break her skin, but at this point her body was so sensitive that everything felt more amplified than ever.

“Like that, don’tcha, bitch?” Alex hissed, but Cass grabbed her shoulder to push her to her side. She roughly mounted her and grabbed one of Alex’s breasts, kissing and sucking firmly enough to leave tiny hickeys over her chest. Alex gasped and tried to pull back, her sweaty skin sliding from her grip but leaving her own claw marks over the blonde’s breasts.

Cass tried to follow up on her, but Alex wrapped her legs around hers to trip her up. Cass fell the short distance to the ground, Alex tangling her legs with hers. Cass mistook it for a simple leg lock in her orgasmic haze, but Alex thrust herself forward to slap her wet pussy into Cass'. Both girls ended up gasping from the sexual impact rocking their sensitive groins, freezing them up before they both grabbed onto each other and started grinding their nethers together. Fingers dug in and scratched over each others' skin for better leverage to aid their humping efforts.

"Going down, bitch. You know my pussy will own your pussy," Alex insisted, short of breath and smiling at the thrilling contest.

"I can hear yours begging to cum already," Cassandra grunted back, her weary hips and thighs aching as she humped her rival friend.

Alex grabbed Cass by the hair, pulling her into an aggressive kiss as she forced her tongue into her mouth. The blue-haired fighter squeaked in surprise, biting at the blonde's lips and tongue to try and fend her off and let her own take the offensive. Cass raked and pinched Alex's legs, sending extra tingling stings up her hips. Jenna bit her lip and rubbed between her thighs as the girls were too caught up in their own competition to pay her any mind.

Their mashed together pubic hair and womanly folds pushed back and forth, Cass breathing more rapidly as she felt Alex's own swelling clitoris butting into hers. Feeling an orgasm building up, Cass switched tactics and grabbed onto the bouncing, studded nipples in front of her. She pinched her fingers around the small metal rods and twisted like they were radio knobs, getting a high-pitched shout from Alex.

"Can't take a little breast play?" Cass hissed, gritting her teeth to distract herself from cumming herself. The tweaking was clearly throwing off Alex's game. The playful blonde's thrusting and groping was clumsy and unsteady compared to Cass' renewed assault. Alexandra leaned further backward to stay balanced with her diminishing strength, but that just allowed Cass to grab one of her legs and lift it up, forcing Alex to spread even wider still as she tribbed against her.

"Oh fuck! Ohhh, fuck no! Get off my pussy, you dirty bitch!" Alex pleaded wildly, grabbing at the smooth floor for anything to pull herself free.

"Shut up and take your medicine, slut," Cass huffed, controlling their tribadism to put all the pressure and exciting angles on Alex. She reached down to pinch the blonde's clit lightly, squeezing and releasing steadily until it seemed to pump the cum right out of Alex, feeling her squirt back against her.

Cass pulled back before she could get too much on her or Jenna had to pull them apart, letting Alex spasm on the floor as her hips bucked and her juices leaked out on the floor. It didn't take a keen eye too see that the rough treatment and repeated orgasms had gotten Alex good. They had to wait for her shaking to stop for a short while, but when Jenna asked if she gave up, the stubborn blonde shook her head and urged herself back up unsteadily.

"Nah, I got this," she panted, rubbing some sweaty hair out of her face.

"You don't look like you got this," Cass grinned, getting back up from her own rest and circling with her a bit. "Looks like I've got YOU."

"Suck my ass, bitch," Alex said with a weary laugh. "Cuz you're going to be sick of my pussy when I'm done with you."

"I can go at it longer than you can," Cass insisted confidently.

"Fucking prove it." Alex rushed into her, quick to wrap an arm around her neck and pull Cass down into a headlock. Cass used her forced position to slap and kiss at Alex's sore, sensitive boobs, but she reached around the blue-haired girl's arms to spank her pussy a few times. Cass yelped and was a bit subdued by the aggressive move, letting Alex use her grip to step aside and shove Cass right into the wall. Her breasts squashed between the wall and her body, trying to push back. She felt Alex's pierced breasts push into her back as she leaned into her, pinning her there with her bodyweight.

Cass wiggled her hips a bit, grinding her ass against her groin, but Alex was clearly in control. She used her legs to spread Cass' and start to finger her pussy from behind. It was Cassandra's turn to be the one gasping and moaning, able to kick backward but otherwise providing almost no resistance to her invading friend.

"Got you by the honeypot now, girl," Alex purred in her ear, hard nipples rubbing against her skin as she started to kiss and nibble at her neck and ear.

"Fuck off," Cass panted quickly, unable to get the proper leverage she was looking for. Her strength to resist was leaving her quickly. Alex took advantage by grabbing her hair and pulling her head back from the wall. She locked her mouth onto Cassandra's throat, sucking and running her lips and tongue over the spot to leave a bit tender hickey while Cass' knees started to grow weak and her thighs spread wider to yield to Alex's advances.

"Uhn! Uhhn!" Cass grunted desperately as she humped against Alex's rapidly pumping fingers, Alex smiling around her mouthful of her skin as her moan turned to a scream. Cass's pussy flexed around her fingers, squeezing at them hungrily while Cass' body tried to writhe while trapped between Alex and the wall.

"There's a good girl," Alex cooed to her teasingly as Jenna took her shoulder to take her back into the middle of the room. Cass fell to her knees, rubbing her pussy tenderly, but even that made her throb intensely. Alex was still sweaty and breathing heavy, both girls looking a bit drunk from all the adrenaline and orgasms.

"Think that ties you girls up," Jenna commented. She'd like it to have gone on all night, but they were clearly running on fumes. They could use a little encouragement to make them put their all into these last few minutes. “One more big one ought to do it, eh?”

Cass kept leaning against the wall, which was all that kept her from falling to the floor in exhastion right then and there. "No way my pussy's losing to her."

"You don't have a choice, fuckbait," Alex retorted, wiping her wet fingers off on her leg. Jenna deemed them both about as recovered as they were going to get, stepping back and waving them back together as she took her seat to watch and enjoy the show. Both girls came in carefully, but eventually Cass dove for her opponent's legs.

Alex fell over from the grapple, falling over to the ground but quick to latch her legs around Cass' waist and squeeze. Cass gave a quick cry as the air was squeezed from her, but she reached between Alex's legs to stuff her fingers inside. The blonde girl jumped at the touch of her sensitive crotch, seeing that it was the real target in all of this and quickly unfolding her legs to slip back away. Cass gave her a parting slap across her naked breast, making it bounce out of control.

"You like em so much?" Alex said with a wince, grabbing Cass by her blue hair and pulling her face into her cleavage. Cass squealed as her breathing was cut off by the alluring scent of her lover/fighter's sweaty skin, pushing and grabbing at her breasts and stomach. Alex cringed but still hung onto the smother, but Cass resorted to reaching lower and pulling on Alex's pubic hair. If the fingering had gotten her attention, this one made the blonde outright scream as she released her hold.

Cass didn't hesitate to grab her by the legs, pushing up and back so that Alex was flipped almost completely upside down with her back bent and her ass and pussy up in the air. Cassandra pressed down at her calves to trap her like that, burying her face into Alex's twat and rapidly licking and sucking at any angle she could get. The blonde let out a passionate wail as her pussy was overloaded with arousal, her mind a blur enough that she barely thought enough to reach past her waist and grab Cassandra's tits, pulling down on them like she expected to milk them.

Cass gave a long moan and shivered in mixed pain and excitement, though it mostly served to make her mouth vibrate against Alex's clit. The twisting and pulling of her breasts still hurt like hell, and she didn't know how long she could hold out with her seeming perfect access to her opponent's pussy. She decided to go all in as she lowered one hand, rubbing two of her fingers over Alex's asshole.

"Ohhh fuck. No, no, what are you doing?" Alex moaned, a touch of lust clearly behind her protests.

"Giving you just what you want, slut," Cassandra replied, through her drool and Alex's thick cum and juices slurred her words a bit. She went right back to sucking on her, and as Alex's legs flexed and relaxed in eager spasms, she slid her two smallest fingers into Alex's ass. They hadn't discussed how they felt on anal before, but she was quickly learning how much Alex was into it. She gave plenty of short, noisy yells sporadically as Cass pleasured both of her holes, her breasts pressing against the blonde's soft ass.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Stop!" Alex gasped. Cass ran her lips directly over her clit in a brief kiss before pulling her face back slightly, her breath teasing over her hole. "Don't stop! Don't! I can't take it!" Alex pleaded almost immediately.

"You give up and I keep licking. That a deal?" Cass bargained, spiraling a finger around Alex's pussing teasingly while her other hand flexed lightly inside of her ass.

"Fuck... fuck, whatever! Yes!" Alex declared. "I give up! Now shut up and fuck me, please!"

"You heard her," commented her rival to Jenna. After that, Cass was quick to comply, latching her mouth onto her folds and sucking wetly and noisily. "Ahh! AHH! AHHHHHH!" Alex's cries quickly grew louder and higher pitched as she reached yet another orgasm, messily squirting her appreciation into Cass' mouth. She kept at it a few seconds longer until the twitching Alex reached for her head, trying to urge her away gently but with no strength left in her to make her.

Cass still politely pulled back, burping lightly and giggling. "Gotcha, bitch. So you know... sorry no sorry," she gloated dizzily as Jenna came over to lift up her hand.

"We have a winner, girls! It's Killer Cassandra!" she crowed showily, kissing the still giggly and proudly smiling Cass on the cheek. "Good stuff, cutie. Guess that shows who's the hotter of the two."

"Well yea, obviously," Cass smiled, but took a light squeeze of Alex's breast for herself. "Just don't go thinking I won't take on either of you bitches any time."

"Sounds like a date to me," Jenna laughed. "For now, you two just look like you need a goddamn shower and a lot of water."

"Guilty," Alex groaned as she rolled lazily to her feet. "I am so up for this again, though. Only game I know where it's as fun to loose, right?"

"And a real spectator's sport, too," Jenna winked. "So if you ever get the other girls into it, let me know if you need a ref."