Battling Black Beauties

If they had been friends before, they certainly weren't now. Jacqueline and Felicia, two long-legged African-American beauties in their late 20s, had met in an outdoor ring for a competitive wrestling match in swimsuits, but things had soon gotten out of hand.

So out of hand that sharp fingernails had shredded cotton bikinis like tissue paper, and they then assailed one another with bare fists and feet as their wrestling bout escalated into a full-fledged, nude, no holds barred catfight, each young woman determined to win. Jacqueline was the more experienced of the two, each of them going at about 5-10 and 145 pounds, and she had soon backed Felicia into a corner of the inflatable ring where she latched onto Felicia's long black hair and began pulling like mad.

Felicia screamed even as she clamped her hands about Jacqueline's plump breasts and began squeezing them with all her might, stalemating their one-on-one combat as they took it to one another, all the way to the end ...

Jacqueline cried out as Felicia's fingers sunk deep into her mammaries, and she decided to cease her hair pulling and return the favor with interest. Soon both black beauties were locked in a breast-squeezing stalemate, each of them digging her claws into the other's soft brown chest flesh as their wails pierced the midday air.

They began to twist and turn each other about the ring, bare feet shuffling back and forth on the canvas cover as they pulled each other about painfully by their firm, ample breasts, hands squeezing with all their strength. Tears welled up in their eyes at their mutual agony but still they kept right on assaulting one another, neither woman willing to submit to the other, deadlocked until Jacqueline pulled in close, hooked her foot about Felicia's ankle and shoved forward, and sent both battlers crashing to the mat.

They landed hard, both women losing their two-handed grips as the breath was knocked from their bodies, but soon they were rolling over and over on the canvas, hands buried in each other's long black hair and pulling viciously. Full breasts and furry crotches mashed together erotically as they fought woman-to-woman, each determined to get the better of the other while making her enemy suffer, but so far neither wrestler could gain the upper hand. That changed when Jacqueline went on the offensive again, rolling on top of Felicia and locking her feet around her foe's ankles to prevent Felicia from rolling them over once again. Her position established, Jacqueline broke off her hair-pulling attack to clamp her hands over Felicia's nose and mouth and begin suffocating her, trying to weaken her enemy by denying her of breath while hopefully jumpstarting her own way to victory ...

Jacqueline roared in pain as Felicia continued to yank on her long hair with both hands, but the former's smothering holds were having their desired effect, one hand clamped tight over Felicia's mouth, the other pinching her nostrils shut and cutting off all her available oxygen. Felicia's eyes began to bug out, then were shut tight in anguish as she suffered in Jacqueline's two-handed grip, the taste of flesh bitter and acrid, that of trapped air stale and sweated.

Felicia now gripped Jacqueline by the wrists, trying desperately to break her opponent's hold, but still her breathing passages were sealed off, still she labored for air, her throat growing dry and her lungs burning. They began to roll about the mat, over and over, but Jacqueline's soft hands were still cemented over Felicia's pretty nose and mouth, the aggressor pinching and pressing expertly as she done before in several fights with other beautiful women, besting most of them, usually by suffocation of some sort.

"You're finished, you bitch!" crowed Jacqueline, her thick red lips creasing into a wicked grin, her pointed orange fingernails glinting in the sunlight against Felicia's cocoa-colored skin. "I'm gonna hold on until your fucking lungs burst!"

And as she felt herself growing light-headed and her oxygen-starved chest catching figurative fire, Felicia knew that moment might not be too far off - that Jacqueline really would hold on and smother the life out of her ...

Felicia was suffocating. Trapped beneath her foe, she felt her lungs bursting as she tried to breathe - and failed, Jacqueline's hands expertly covering Felicia's mouth and pinching her nostrils shut. Worse, Jacqueline had positioned her hand so that Felicia's lips were pressed shut, but she couldn't bring her teeth to bear on Jacqueline's palm. She tugged madly at Jacqueline's wrists, desperate to break free, desperate to breathe, but her efforts were in vain. Her throat was sore, she couldn't even gulp, and her lungs ached like never before, no air, no air ...

Finally, on the verge of passing out as her vision blurred and she began to see starbursts, Felicia reached up and began slapping her enemy wildly. The back and front of her right hand alternately cracked audibly against Jacqueline's right and left cheek, as Felicia swung with all her flagging energy.

"Owww!" cried Jacqueline at this new pain, as she bore the brunt of her foe's attack while still trying to maintain her smothering holds "Owww!!! Goddamn you, I'll teach you to try that shit!"

Enraged, Jacqueline shifted her hands from Felicia's pretty face, allowing the entrapped beauty to began sucking in sweet if stale air - but only for a moment. Growling menacingly, Jacqueline quickly fastened her soft but strong hands about Felicia's softer throat and began squeezing with all her strength, now trying to strangle Felicia instead of suffocate her.

"I'll - teach - you - you - fuck-ing BITCH!" spat the dominant black beauty, as she began to pound Felicia's head against the cream-colored canvas, powerful hands still tightening about the cocoa-colored throat, orange-tipped thumbs stabbing deep into the exposed windpipe. Again Felicia clutched at Jacqueline's wrists with her crimson-clawed hands, trying to pry loose from her attacker's grip, but if she had been in agony before it was as nothing compared to now ...

"I'm gonna squeeze the life from you, you frigging bitch!" crowed Jacqueline again, white teeth flashing in a wicked grin. "No one can save you now, you slut! No one!"

Jacqueline was winning handily - more than that, she was ending Felicia's life. Felicia tried to swallow, but the lump caught in her throat as Jacqueline's thumbs pressed down harder and harder, her fingers coiling in tight on the back of Felicia's slender neck and applying equal but opposite pressure - with Felicia's throat in the middle of this reverse tug-of-war. Knowing full well that Jacqueline meant to finish her off now, Felicia again peered through the haze of heat and pain to see her wickedly smiling adversary bearing down upon her with both hands.

And then she again brought her own hands into the fray as she reached up and scratched away savagely at Jacqueline's arms, long red nails making ugly long marks on Jacqueline's perfect light brown skin as Jacqueline screamed bloody murder.

"YOU WHORE!" Jacqueline roared. But soon she was forced to break off her textbook chokehold and began fumbling at Felicia's wrists, trying to prevent those gouging claws from inflicting any more damage. Getting only marginal results, as Felicia continued to leave long scratches along Jacqueline's forearms despite Jaqueline's best efforts to stop her, Jacqueline then went on the offensive again as she began raining punches and slaps down into Felicia's pretty face. Knuckles crashed off Felicia's nose and mouth and palms cracked against her cheekbones until finally one shot from a bony fist clacked off Felicia's lower jaw and left her sprawling. Her long brown arms and legs were akimbo as she twisted her head and neck from side to side to stave off impending unconsciousness.

Grinning wickedly once more at her foe's predicament, Jacquelyn suddenly dropped down, wrapped her arms about Felicia's pretty head, and held her in place as she then mashed her brown 36c breasts full into her opponent's face, firm melons pressing hard against Felicia's nose and mouth and once more cutting off her air supply. Too weak to even fully open her eyes, Felicia could only lay there as she smothered once more, eyelids fluttering, Jacqueline again stealing the breath from Felicia's shapely body as the fight headed towards its inexorable conclusion. A few minutes of mashing, stuffing and suffocating, and Felicia was all but out cold.

But not quite. Rising to her bare feet over her fallen foe, Jacqueline stared down hatefully for a moment and then turned 180 degrees so that her backside was directly over Felicia's face. Jacqueline then crouched down on all fours, placed her bare bottom over that face, and ground away erotically for the next few minutes, Felicia offering absolutely no resistance whatsoever, as Jacqueline ultimately smothered her adversary completely unconscious.

The fight was over, and Jacqueline had won decisively. Turning around again, Jacqueline slapped Felicia awake before squeezing Felicia's breasts savagely, one in each hand, until Felicia was awake and moaning, still too spent to defend herself, before passing out again in pain. Felicia then remained unconscious and oblivious to it all as Jacqueline amused herself with her foe's soft, firm mounds, squeezing them for all they were worth as flesh swelled and oozed between the mahogany beauty's greedy, grasping fingers. Her delight at punishing her fallen foe was evident in her huge smile, as big as the moon, the two women locked together in the middle of the backyard ring, one awake and punishing, the other out cold but suffering.

The torture session continued for a long while, Jacqueline pulling mercilessly at Felicia's thick nipples, stretching them out like taffy. The beaten beauty briefly awoke once again only to pass out one last time from the unbearable pain. Jacqueline then got up, scowling even in victory, her hatred restoked after viewing the long scratches on her body, pyrrhic wounds made by Felicia's clawing hands and now stinging with trickling sweat. With a not-so-soft kick to Felicia's ribs that got Felicia stirring, Jacqueline then smiled and laughed, a harsh, mocking kind of glee. Then she pointed down at Felicia with a menacing index finger, not caring if her victim could hear her or not.

"Next time you'll get more of the same, only worse!" mocked Jacqueline in a shrill voice. "Fuck with me again, you black bitch, please, so next time I can crush the fucking life out of you with my bare hands - you stinking slut!"

She could hardly wait to fasten her hands about her adversary's long neck again and squeeze it savagely, to the point of rendering her unconscious - or worse. Then the winning witch headed out of the ring, her shapely ass wiggling as she walked away, leaving Felicia there lying flat on her back, arms and legs spread wide, alone and unconscious in the makeshift arena. Completely defeated.

END

By DAMON