MEMOIRS OF A SEXFIGHTER, part 2 (Patreon)

Grunting and moaning in each other’s arms, those divergences seemed to move into the fight. Diana felt that her upper body was really crushing Rosa’s, a stimulating and intoxicating discharge coursing through her skin as her larger breasts flattened the other pair with their volume and firmness. However, below the pelvis she was having real problems with Rosa’s strong legs, as every time she attempted to gain leverage or control, Diana felt the vice-like hold of her foe’s vigorous leg muscles tightening around hers, threatening to immobilize her completely.

The contrast between the strength of their upper and lower bodies created a dynamic tension that fueled a struggle whose roots were in their own women’s figures. Diana tried to match Rosa’s legs muscle for muscle, and she could feel the other beautiful girl looking to balance the pressure between young bosoms, but for a long minute and a half each maintained their partial supremacy. Only then, alarmed by each other’s other display of physical power, the rivals mutually and reluctantly broke apart, gasping with frustration, their chests heaving with exhaustion

Again, the girls circled each other, looking into each other’s eyes with hatred but also with new respect now that they had discovered at first hand that the other woman’s beautiful body wasn’t just a pretty facade. Diana knew that there was realdanger engaging in such a close body-to-body contest with Rosa, so when her former friend raised her fists again, she did the same, both showing that they wanted to keep their distance from each other, at least for now.

“You’re not as tough as you think you are, bitch,” Rosa snarled, suddenly throwing at Diana. Her right punch went straight to the brown-haired girl’s cheek, but Diana intercepted it, grabbing her wrist in the air as she swung her free hand to punch Rosa. However, the other brunette managed to grab her wrist as well, leaving the two beauties struggling and grunting in the middle of the alley.

“Neither are you, bitch.” Diana kept savoring the addictive obscenity of the b-word as she stretched all the muscles of her arms and shoulders against the other woman.

Then she saw how Rosa looked down at her boobs, and she instinctively looked at the opposing breasts. After the wet exchange of squeezes, Rosa’s bra was noticeable even through the black fabric of her shirt, her seductive bulges shaking on her torso as the girls tussled. Looking down, Diana saw that her own fat glands were giving the same show, a show that Rosa was staring at almost obsessively at that moment. Diana hoped that her enemy was being eaten by the jealousy of seeing such big bosoms.

The answer to that thought came immediately: Rosa managed to free her right hand from the rival claws and, before Diana could react, the fist punched her left breast violently, sinking into her youthful flesh. With a scream that resounded throughout the alley, Diana fell against the wall of her back, with a pain like she had never felt palpitating in her beloved boob.

“You dirty bi—!” A punch rocked Diana’s face from side to side, cutting off her insult and causing her wet hair to whip wildly against her face as her head jerked to the right. Then, a second solid blow crushed her belly, knocking the wind out of her, her body collapsing and falling on all fours to the dirty, damp ground.

For several seconds, the only thing that was heard in that out-of-the-way alley was the rain and the panting of the two catfighters. Rosa was gasping for the strong tension that flooded her entire body, for the effort of the first fight of her life; Diana, knocked down and humiliated, was gasping for breath, the rain falling on her back in a torrent that seemed to want to sink her further into the floor.

“Bitch,” she heard Rosa’s arrogant voice, just before a foot kicked her ass, throwing her to the ground. “If I’d known it was gonna be this easy, I’d have fought you a lot sooner.”

Diana couldn’t believe how easily she had fallen either. She had heard Rosa moan after every punch she had given her, she had seen how her ex-friend had shaken in her arms, with her breasts squeezed. She had pictured Rosa, once so smug and self-assured, reduced to a quivering mess—she knew she could beat that smug bitch because she had felt it, but yet she was the one on the ground, aching and crying.

“Let’s get this straight, bitch.” Rosa, like Diana, seemed to be in a competition of who called her rival a bitch more times, as if both had repressed the insult for so many years that now they couldn’t stop spitting it out. “This is what we’re gonna do…” Diana felt Rosa sitting on her back. Then, the bully grabbed a handful of Diana’s drenched brown hair and yanked her head upward, letting the rain fall on her sobbing face. “You’re gonna say out loud that I’m a better woman than you, that I always have been and always will be.” A short silence followed, as if Rosa was thinking of something else. “And you’re gonna admit that my body is a lot hotter than yours, my hot tits included.” A certain jealous resentment escaped from Rosa’s lips with her last words. “Do that, and maybe you’ll get out of this alley in one piece.”

Diana knew she couldn’t accept that, because to say those words would be to lose not only tonight’s fight, but the fierce, stressful competition in which she had been immersed for years. Rosa and she had been rivaling over who of them had become the best woman, their female egos built in opposition to the ex-friend, cemented in a chaos of hormones and sexuality. Saying ‘you’re a better woman than I am’ would tear down all she’d worked on up to now, and everything that it meant to her to be a woman would be broken forever. So, as Rosa pulled her hair waiting for her answer, Diana clenched her teeth and invoked all the hatred and jealousy she felt towards the green-eyed beauty to keep fighting.

“Admit it now, Diana, or I’m gonna—” The elbow of the trapped woman suddenly hit Rosa’s chin, making her shut up. With a growl of surprise and pain, Rosa fell on her back to the ground while Diana took the opportunity to roll away from her. Another lightning flashed in the night sky, the two beautiful young girls standing up several meters away from each other.

“You talk too much, big mouth,” Diana scoffed.

“You dirty bitch!” Rosa accused, her exotic weeping eyes burning with fury.

“Fuck you, bitch!” Hungry for revenge, Diana lunged at Rosa. The dark-haired girl tried to punch in her face, but Diana ducked and rammed her right shoulder head into Rosa’s stomach, knocking her down. The air was pushed out of Rosa’s lungs as soon as she hit the ground with Diana on top of her, stunning the smug beauty as her rival sat astride her, Diana’s round ass on Rosa’s strong pelvis.

“You bitch,” Rosa exhaled just before a punch stroke her cheek. She covered her reddened face, but then a hard fist sank into her solar plexus, leaving her breathless again. Another punch then came at one of her breasts, making her scream. Beaten, Rosa grabbed her bruised boob, her face full of tears gasping like a fish out of the water in the rain.

“This is what you’ve gotten by getting in my way all these years, Rosa.” Diana boasted. Blinking in the downpour, Rosa looked up. A lightning bolt illuminated the alley for a second, highlighting the spectacular body of her former friend, water dripping down those curves she hated so much. “Now, tell me I’m a better woman than you.” Diana licked her lips, her brown eyes flashing with that possibility. “Tell me you’ve always been jealous of me, and that my body is a thousand times hotter than yours. That no guy prefers your legs to mine.” Her voice betrayed her, letting it be known how much she envied Rosa’s long, strong legs. “Confess, and I’ll let you out of this alley with your little titties still on your chest.”

Under her ass, Diana felt Rosa’s thin body tense. Her opponent’s green eyes continued to weep for the pain, humiliation and tension of the fight, but not for that did they cease to burn with rivalry and hatred.

“Fucking bitch!” Rosa raised her claws in search of Diana’s long hair, but the other beauty intercepted her hands, locking them in a test of strength where gravity was in her favor. “I’ll never say anything like that!”

The grunts of the two 18-year-old girls resounded in the rain as they struggled. Diana was enjoying her privileged position as Rosa’s slender arms gave way centimeter by centimeter, as her round butt kept her enemy’s strong pelvis pinned against the wet ground. In that crucial moment, Diana felt a wave of exhaustion running through her arms, and she perceived the same in Rosa’s muscles, the trembling of the arms of both adversaries indicated how the fatigue began to impose itself on adrenaline and hatred after only a few minutes of hostilities. The intensity of their explosive duel had taken its toll on two women who were not used to brawling—Diana would never forget that first lesson: the fights are not like the ones in the movies, because they are settled in just a few, very few minutes. Even so, Diana was confident she would beat Rosa before any collapse.

“Just admit that I’m better than you!” the brown-haired female spat.

“Youadmit it!” the dark-haired bully replied. “Jealous bitch!”

“Cheap bitch!” Diana gasped.

With Rosa’s hard panting matching Diana’s, everything had now come down to which one of them had a little more stamina. In a display of hidden vigor, Rosa managed to push upward with her hips, throwing Diana aside and forcing the two enemies to roll together in the alley. Diana instinctively hugged her former friend, and Rosa didn’t shy away from contact, the two beauties matching their young bodies as they fought for the top position. Diana felt again her boobs competing for space with Rosa’s breasts, pride driving her to push her glands even harder against her rival’s as if somehow she wanted to keep reminding Rosa who had the bigger pair of them. Half a second later, Diana felt the other girl’s response as she became aware of Rosa’s strong legs intertwining tightly against her lower limbs. Her bully sought her gaze at that instant, unhesitatingly trying to overpower her with her arrogance as she was trying with her legs, and Diana returned her stare with intensity and her own hot ration of haughtiness.