I was already feeling sore as I laid down in bed and tried to forget what happened at school. My thoughts drifted back to Daytona Beach and Spring Break….. (Cue the flashback)
My bikini fit perfectly over my body. I was not as blessed up top as my mother or my sisters, but I can fill out a bikini. I don’t understand how those bitches I live with could have fantastic bodies and I needed to run, do pushups and sit-ups to tone myself out. I finished checking myself out in the mirror of my hotel room and grabbed a towel and sun tan oil for my little walk to the beach. The beach was crowded with spring breakers and even families. I found a decent spot and put the towel down. I lathered up my skin with sun tan oil and my eyes caught some men watching me. I had smoked a bowl on the balcony on my room, so I felt a little frisky. I made sure to adjust my D cup breasts in the bikini top and smiled at one of the men watching me. He turned quickly and I laid down on the towel. My calm was oh so quickly disturbed by a shadow looming over me. I opened one eye to long legs that connected to a black one piece swimsuit, flat belly, nice tits, curly blonde hair, and a scowl.
“Do you mind,” I stated as looked up.
“Me mind?” She asked in a heated tone. “You have some nerve, rubbing and showing off your tits for my husband and asking if I mind. Fucking trash!”
My eyes lingered on her for a moment and swung over to the dude who turned away. “You mean the bald guy with a beer keg instead of a six pack,” I said with all the sass and brattiness I could muster. “You can have him, grandma.”
“GRANDMA!” She hissed, “I am 40 you little tramp.” And with that she kicked sand over me and my towel.
“Hey you bitch,” I swore as I jumped to my feet, squaring up with the MILF. She was maybe a half an inch taller than me. People turned to watch so I did the only thing I could think of…. I shoved her left shoulder. (I was a moron back then)
“Don’t shove me, you little slut!” Blondie said as she shoved me back.
She was blonde, like my mom and my sisters, so I snapped. “Fuck you, old bitch!” I cried out as slapped her hard across the face.
All sound stopped at that moment. Nothing seemed to move, except blondie who came back to face me holding her cheek. “WHY YOU, CUNT!” The she leapt at me.
The 40 year old blonde MILF and I slammed together and went to the sand. That is when I heard sound again as hooting and hollering was going up from the crowd now circled around us. She and I grabbed hair and caused a small sand storm with all that we were kicking up. We were plastered to each other as we rolled back and forth in classic girl fight fashion. I punched her side and heard her expel air and then I felt her hands on my tits. My bikini top was yanked down, luckily not torn, the ties gave way.
“FUCKING CUNT!” I howled out as I grabbed the top of her one piece and pulled until her big boobs popped out. I was about to grab onto her girls when strong hands pulled me from her kicking and spitting. Lifeguards had been trying to get through the crowd from almost the time this started. Blondie and I swore like drunk sailors as we tried in vain to get at each other. It took several minutes to calm us both down. The whole time we stared at the other. I hooked my thumb at the hotel behind me and used my hand to tell her four, two, two, my room number. I was told by the lifeguard that I would need to leave the beach for the rest of the day. So, covered in sand, my bikini top hastily thrown on, I walked back to the hotel, pissed off. I knew I got looks in the lobby but I didn’t care. I must have punched the number 4 ten times, willing the elevator doors to close and go fast to my room. I walked out and had to pass by another girl, probably around my age, towel wrapped around her body. Her hair was tangled and knotted with a couple of visible scratches on her upper arms. I probably looked to her like a drunk sorority girl who just woke up on the beach after passing out. I went to my room but turned my head towards the girl and she hadn’t gone into her room. She was staring at me. My blood was up and I didn’t know what came over me.
“Do you have a problem?” I asked.
“Depends,” the girl said, “Do you want a problem?”
“Yeah,” I said, “I think I do.”
She didn’t go into her room, she marched right over to me standing in front of my room.
I opened the door and she walked in. “I need to wash this sand off of me,” I announced to her. “Give me a second.” I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I dropped the sand covered bikini on the tile floor. To give you all a visual, the room I had was actually a really nice one. The shower wasn’t a tub with a curtain, it was a stand up one with the shower heads, yes, plural, raining down from the ceiling. I didn’t hear the door to the shower open but I did hear it close. I turned and instinctively covered up. There in front of me was a beautiful naked body.
“My name is Dawn,” Dawn said by way of greeting as she went under the water to slick her hair back. “I am from Canada and here for Spring Break. And I prefer a wet catfight.”
“Call me Anna or whatever,” I said as I uncovered myself. She nodded and we lunged.
Our wet bodies collided as we latched onto wet hair. Initially our fingers just slipped through until we wove our hand holds and yanked. Did I mention she had a great body? It was much like mine. Lean with a little muscle but sporting a heavy pair of breasts. Our tits compressed as hard nipples plunged deep into our flesh. We didn’t scream at first, just grunted as we tried to woman-handle the other around the walk-in shower. Dawn pushed me back against the tile wall and leaned into me. Even as I pulled her hair back hard, she had a grin on her face. I threw my right knee up and it impacted with her tight abs. The smile faltered and she backed off. I ducked and encircled my arms around her ass and pulled, taking her off of her feet and down to the shower floor, taking me with her. The shower continued to pour down on us as we rolled in a tight locked up catball on the tile. I can’t remember who started it, I will blame Dawn but at some point we let go of hair with one hands and started punching each other. They were short punches without knockout power but they hurt. Our fists thudded in our sides, up at heads and the outsides of mashed tits. I caught one across the mouth and tasted blood. It really pissed me off and I spit blood down into Dawn’s face. She smiled again until I mashed my knuckles onto her lips, causing a trickle of blood to ooze out. We worked up to knees and then feet, spreading them wide to keep from slipping. We pushed out of the shower and into the spacious bathroom. Dawn bent me backwards over the vanity and grabbed my left breast and clamped down. I screamed for the first time. I sent a right cross, catching her on the jaw and it knocked her off. I got off the vanity and she came back at me. We grabbed each other in a mutual clench and spun out of the bathroom and onto the king-size bed in the suite.
We wrestled and fought for control on the bedspread. I retaliated from the boob grab and latched my hands over both of her large tits. I tightened my fingers as she yelped in pain. Then my chest was on fire. She grabbed mine as we worked to our knees on the bed. We leaned into each other, hands desperately squeezing tits. I had my knees spread wide and she noticed, sending her left knee into my pussy. I coughed out and almost threw up as I crumpled and she mounted my waist. Her fist started to rain down on my tits like they were speed bags at a gym. I tried my best to cover up and was almost going to give as she inched her naked body up more. Then I grabbed her pussy and squeezed. She jumped up as if she was struck by lightning. I debated just lying there to rub out the pain in my tits, but I threw caution to the wind and pounced on her. Our still wet bodies locked up tight as we writhed on the bed.
“This….is….the….fight….I….wanted,” Dawn breathed out.
“Same….here….bitch,” I hissed back.
I felt her hips press hard into mine, working to spread open my legs. I worked to roll her over and then scissored my legs with hers. Still holding each other tight, tits crushing, Dawn and I started to mash our cunts together. Fuck this is what I so wanted and so needed. I closed my eyes and pictured the blonde MILF and I doing this. I felt Dawn’s lips on mine and I opened my mouth, sliding my tongue out to duel with hers. The frantic fighting slowed. We still tried to muscle the other over but it was like our bodies were becoming one. I could feel her heart racing in time with mine. We kissed and bit at the others lips and tongue, ground our tits hard and tribbed the other until I knew I was going to explode. I cried out as I came which was met by Dawn bucking faster and breathy grunting from her own orgasm. We continued to grind and thrust but it slowed to a stop over a few minutes. Side by side we just looked into the other’s eyes.
“Well that was a good fight,” Dawn said with satisfaction. “I really needed that.”
“So did you get into a fight before coming to the rooms?” I asked and she told me about her topless catfight with her teacher by the pool. She went into great detail as I went down on her and ate her wet pussy.
Dawn came again, splashing juices over my face and then pulled me up to switch positions. Then as she licked and sucked on my clit, I went in moaning detail of the scrap with the blonde MILF. This went on and on over the next couple hours. We learned we were sort of similar.
BANG BANG BANG
I was startled out my deep sleep with a pounding on the hotel room door. It was dark and I was naked and alone in the messed up bed. I had to remember where I was and why I naked and sore. I grabbed the bedsheet from the floor and wrapped it around myself, walking to the door and like an idiot, not looking through the peep hole and just opening the door. Gawd, I was such a dumbass.
The busty blonde MILF and I locked eyes and she slammed into me, propelling us back into the hotel room with the door closing. She had ten fingers dug into my already matted and knotted hair. I lost the bedsheet as she forced me back into the room. She was dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants.
“HERE I AM CUNT!” Blondie growled at me as I grabbed her mass of blonde curls.
“About time you old whore!” I yelled back as I twisted us and she went onto the bed with me on top.
As my body came down onto hers, I could feel her breasts were free from any tight shirt or bra. Since I was already naked I dropped my hands from her hair and started to pull up her sweatshirt from the bottom. She wiggled underneath me and released my hair as the sweatshirt went over her head and to the floor. I didn’t give her any break and grabbed her breasts. My fingers sunk into the spongy flesh as she cried out and grabbed my wrists. As she pulled, it stretched her big knockers and she yelped with pain. I smiled down at her and she let go of the writs and punched my left tit. I howled out and fell off with Blondie jumping on top of me. I wrapped my legs around her waist and used my heels to push the sweatpants down her ass. She called me a slut, I called her a bitch as we rolled, wrestling on the bed. Her sweatpants dropped to the floor and our naked bodies locked up in a vicious struggle. Bodies clung together like lovers as we tumbled on the big bed. Our breasts mushroomed out as we sunk nails into backs with legs snaking. The bitch and I rolled too far to the right and tumbled off the bed and hit the carpet hard, breaking apart. Both of us were quick to get some space between us as we stood.
“I can smell it in the room, bitch,” Blondie taunted, “Have you been fingering your little pussy all day?”
“Fuck you, old cunt!” I threw back at her. “I am so glad you weren’t chicken to come to the room!”
Blondie and I leapt the short distance between us and slammed bodies together. Our tits pancaked as arms went around backs to grab the back of tangled hair. We spun and swayed back and forth, feet stepping on feet. I twisted to the left and it took both of us back to the bed. I felt her hands grip my face to push me off, so I bit her left hand. I focused again on her breasts, kneading them like bread dough. I felt her hands leave my face and she attacked my breasts. I fell over, side by side with Blondie as we tortured the other’s breasts. The pain was wearing me down and I had hoped, her too. She was crying as I glared at her through my own teary eyes. We let go of breasts and hugged tightly together. We rocked back and forth on our sides, occasionally rolling on top and then being rolled on the bottom. Legs wrapped up like two fighting serpents. We rolled again and went off the bed for a second time. This time when we landed and broke apart, both of us lay still, just moaning out and breathing hard. I slowly rolled back and to my feet as did Blondie. She swung an open handed slap that I ducked and buried my left fist into her flat belly. She groaned in pain as she doubled over. I kneed her in the breasts and she went to her knees. Grabbing her hair, I held her face up so she could see mine. Then I raised my right palm up.
“I…” SLAP “DON’T” SLAP “WANT” SLAP “YOUR” SLAP “MAN!” The last slap knocked her to her back and she curled up into a ball. I kicked her sweatshirt and sweatpants at her. “Get the fuck out!” Then I crawled onto the messed up bed and waited for her to dress and leave.
Back to my bedroom from the flashback….my juices splashed over my fingers as my back arched in my bed. My heart was racing and I looked up to see my bedroom door open, my mother, Joyce watching me finish fingering myself.
“You are such as nasty bitch,” she said.
I brought my soaked fingers to my lips and sucked them, keeping eye contact the entire time. My middle finger was licked last and I held it out to her, flipping her off.
“I will be seeing you soon,” I hissed as she closed the door with a slam. I was still too sore to get up so I turned over and fell asleep.
This is Continued In Chapter 3! Stay Tuned to Fights.Sexy for it’s Release!