Petri's Writings: HOMETOWN GRUDGE, part 9 (Patreon)

Finally the bar population had dropped enough that there was room to move around the two women—but Kristin found herself sagging against the other panting brunette in the dark, the two dark-haired young vixens gripping and grappling slowly and helplessly, each fighting as much for oxygen as they did to subdue one another. Kristin wrapped her arms around Alex’s neck and shoulders, using the other woman just to hold herself up as she breathed raggedly against her. Alex stared into her eyes, almost too tired now to even grimace in hate, eyeing Kristin just with a numb, soulful helplessness as her arms encircled Kristin’s bare waist. Then Kristin felt Alex’s fingers move up her sides, across her belly and up finally to cup and squeeze her breasts through her black halter.

She moaned as Alex’s fingers kneaded her two throbbing glands, already tingling and aching from almost an hour of pounding and crushing against Alex’s chest. Alex’s big, cerulean eyes searched Kristin’s as her fingers closed in to find Kristin’s hard, sore nipples through her top and bra to pinch and twist the two sensitive brown shafts until Kristin was writhing against Alex’s body in agony. She dropped her arms from Alex’s bare shoulders, almost collapsing against the other brunette before briefly visiting her own punishment onto Alex’s top, targeting those two firm tits that had so defiantly pressed and mushroomed against her own and visiting her own spiteful, twisting injury onto the other brunette’s nipples after she found those two hard nubs hiding inside her tank top.

Kristin glared down at the creamy cleavage bulging out of the V scoop of Alex’s top, silently measuring what she saw against her own provocative boob display now being gripped, kneaded and pinched by her enemy. Eager to up the ante, she left one of Alex’s boobs alone and reached down to wreak the same havoc on Alex’s crotch that had left the other brunette whimpering and defeated at this very spot in the tavern five years ago…but as she grabbed and squeezed Alex May’s crotch she felt smooth black leather under her fingers where a soft lycra yoga pants crotch had greeted her five years earlier.

Alex stared hard into Kristin’s eyes and Kristin felt her left breast released and an answering, firm squeeze at her crotch as both women acknowledged the deadening leather pussy protection both had worn to this violent reunion, their faces staring with hateful respect at the thought each had obviously put into this renewed encounter…an encounter that neither of them could afford to walk away from defeated.

As Alex glared into her face Kristin fought to squeeze and pinch harder, but soon she found the other brunette reversing their positions with surprising strength until Alex May now had her pinned against the warm painted brick of the tavern hallway.

“I’m going to fucking teach you a lesson,” Alex’s whiskey-soaked voice taunted, finally making itself heard above the din of the bar for the first time that night. Kristin struggled helplessly as she felt Alex’s hand firmly on her belly, her thumb briefly entering her navel as her fingers slipped down into the confines of Kristin’s black leather pants from the front. She squirmed as Alex’s hand slid down into her pants, pushed aside her black satinpanty crotch and found Kristin’s hot, damp triangle of black pubic hair. Alex tugged on the matted fur sharply enough to force a gasp from Kristin’s open mouth before one finger curled up inside her molten hot, slick snatch until Kristin’s slippery, burning labia clenched around the invading digit as if it were milking a cock.

Alex jerked her hand roughly against Kristin’s throbbing pussy several times until the hallway seemed to be swimming around her. Then she took a final jerk of Kristin’s pubic hair before removing her hand and using it to grip Kristin’s face, her nails digging into Kristin’s cheek before she flicked her cum-slick forefinger under Kristin’s nose to make sure she smelled her own arousal in the heat of the bar.

“God, you’re hot and bothered down there, am I right you fucking bitch?” Alex growled at her. “Did you shoot me that text just to lure me back in here so you could get yourself off on my fingers?”

Kristin snatched the other brunette’s hand away and wrestled her off, shoving her back against the wall with a burst of angry strength she wasn’t sure she’d still possessed. Now it was her turn to shove her palm against Alex’s smooth, flat belly and jerk it down into the other girl’s leather pants, down into what felt like satinpanties to squeeze Alex’s vulva and twist at her pubes, forcing her own fingers between hot, dripping labia to satisfy her own deadly curiosity about this brunette rival who’d dared to defy her warning to show her face here again, and who had seemed so hot and eager to crush up against her and match her muscle and beauty up against Kristen’s just like she had five years ago.

Alex’s huge eyes squeezed shut now as Kristin assaulted her, fingers flicking into that molten hot lava of sexual arousal between her vulva, her hot body squirming against Kristin’s as she pinned the other brunette to the wall and took her revenge for that humiliating pussy invasion. Then she yanked the offending hand out and slapped Alex’s cum across her face once, then twice for good measure as the other brunette’s blue eyes opened and blazed at her in newfound hatred.