Petri's Writing: HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 7 (Patreon)

Alex bucked against Kristin’s lean body, her sweat-drenched belly smearing against Kristin’s bare, sweat-slick abs as the other brunette seemed to devour her, Kristin’s hot mouth sucking and biting at her like a vampire draining the life from its victim. Alex’s arms, legs and belly, even her butt were all aching from exertion, and she almost felt like the only thing keeping her standing now was Kristin’s arms and the other bodies crushed in around her holding her up.

Kristin seemed to hold the bite for several long, excruciating minutes, her teeth crushing into the muscle, her mouth sucking on Alex as if eager to leave the reddest love wound she could on her opponent’s body. When she pulled away both women glared at one another forehead to forehead, their breath coming in desperate, ragged gasps—but despite what seemed like utter, hopeless exhaustion, Kristin’s dark almond eyes glared fiercely into Alex’s cerulean irises and Alex stared back at her with a trembling, eroticized thrill of growing catfight lust as the antes were upped by this new exchange of pain and sadism.

Alex thrashed her torso against Kristin’s, furious at her inability to land blows into the other woman’s flesh, and Kristin’s angry mouth spat unintelligible curses against her lips, hateful words that Alex spat back syllable for syllable as she leveraged her own volley of obscene insults and threats, somehow answering every hateful taunt and jab she imagined Kristin had delivered. Her abdominal muscles throbbed in pain as she edged her pelvis into Kristin’s, cocked her glutes into a waiting clench and then jammed her pubic bone hard into Kristin’s crotch.

She managed to hear the other brunette’s low grunt of pain, the vibration of the moan transmitting directly from Kristin’s solar plexus to Alex’s belly as they clinched. Kristin’s open mouth snarled against Alex’s as she furiously returned the blow, the hard, smooth leather of her pants crotch biting into Alex’s. The two women hissed, their faces grinding against one another, noses bending, exchanging hot breaths as they each began to ram vengeful, murderous pubic blows into each other’s pussies, ramming attack after attack between each other’s thighs, bare abs tightening against one another with each angry thrust as each young woman grunted and absorbed the pounding assault from the other and then returned the thrust with as much added interest as each could muster while their glutes and abs throbbed and cramped at the effort. Alex almost managed to bite Kristin’s chin, while the other angry woman nipped savagely at Alex’s jaw as both obsessed brunettes began to exhaust both their aching muscles and their ability to maneuver and attack in the hot, dangerous press of bodies.

Alex could feel herself being moved and shoved against Kristin just by the other people around her, the other brunette’s torso smashing into her own every bit as much from the people behind her as from her own desperate, maddening thirst for conflict with Alex. They almost didn’t need to fight each other, Alex thought—only glare sullenly at one another as their bodies were crushed and pounded against one another. Alex’s breasts throbbed as they collided and mushroomed against Kristin’s again and again in a violent contest of firmness and assertiveness, her mouth encountered Kristin’s in jarring, frustrating, glancing feints and abrasions, bared teeth occasionally grazing gaping lips but neither woman truly managing to bite the other despite their obvious hunger to consummate this body-grinding, mouth-threatening public duel. Amazingly, the people around them barely seemed to register the hateful, crushing confrontation boiling in their midst, with only a few curious glances thrown their way as everyone around them seemed more interested in their own shouted conversations and the rapid approach of midnight.

Alex felt a sudden pressure on her breasts and she stiffened as she realized that Kristin had freed her arms just enough to wrestle her hands upward onto her boobs. Kristin’s dark eyes bored into Alex’s as she began to squeeze and pinch Alex’s two tingling C-cup glands with slow, torturous precision. Her tits had started tingling, nipples hardening with adrenaline the instant she’d sighted Kristin in the bar, and her breasts were now vividly vulnerable to touch and pressure. She winced, twisted and bucked under Kristin’s cruel fingers, hissing in the other brunette’s face as Kristin leered sadistically at her. But her violent thrashing under the attack soon provided its own advantage as she managed to free her own forearms just enough to slide up Kristin’s body and cup the other woman’s too warm, firm boobs with her hands.

Alex had never grabbed and felt another woman like this, but the look of sultry hate and angry pain on Kristin’s face was more than enough encouragement for her to continue until she managed to pinch the other brunette’s hard nipples between her thumb and forefingers. She felt herself flush as her fingers measured the inch-long, erect little shafts projecting from the other brunette’s perfect breasts and realized that Kristin Colt’s nipples were just as long and hard as her own were. The two lithe women twisted and moaned against each other, eyes locked in defiant hatred as they squeezed, twisted and pinched each other’s flawless breasts through their scant black tops, each forcing the other’s globes to bulge upward until they threatened to pop clear of their tank tops’ scooped necks, Kristin’s tawny breast flesh showing droplets of sweat while Alex’s creamy tits quivered and jiggled under Kristin’s fingers.