BBW Maul Fight by Mr. Cage

Please take this as the usual warnings about sex and violence, being over 18 and sane enough to distinguish between erotic fantasy and real life. So don't read this unless you are legal and sane enough not to act out a fantasy.

Introduction:

Trish moaned and hugged her husband, Robert, to her hard, rubbery nipple. He bit it hard like she demanded and smacked his pelvis against her mound, driving in as deep as he could. It was enough to send her over again. Her large legs wrapped around his ass and crushed him against her. He grunted. At 5'10 and 212 pounds she had to be careful not to crush her little man. She was six inches taller and seventy pounds heavier than him.

In the afterglow, Robert asked, “So it's on! You're really going to do it!”

“Yes,” she moaned as her mind painted a picture of her victory. “But, it's not going to be a simple tit fight like I wanted. Sammy, that nasty dyke wants to get really down and dirty. She wants a rougher fight and she wants the loser to be the winner's slave for the rest of the weekend.”

Robert lifted his face from mammoth breast, releasing his sucking hold on her thumb-sized dark brown nipple. Suddenly worried he asked, “And what did you agreed?”

“Lick the dome,” she commanded.

His tongue started swirling around her five-inch diameter aureole. They were rough, bumpy and rose like domes on a hill when she was excited. Both her brown aureole were still swollen two inches out from her heavy broad based 48EE breasts. He would work on them until they reach a peak of three inches, then switch first to the nipples and then drop his mouth to the furry mound and below. Trish was a 25 year-old olive skinned New Jersey Italian with a big black mane of hair that fell in waves to her mid back. Matching her head was a thick black bush that started just below her navel and nearly filled the entire triangle of her round lower belly, trailed back between her thighs and up the crack of her 46-inch wide ass. Robert was a hair man and she had let the black hair under her arms grow to please him, but she kept her legs and upper lip smooth. He went to work on her and she explained the terms of her agreement.

Trish had been fighting men and women for a long time. Always big she was also very aggressive and territorial. She met Robert at sixteen. He was a wealthy thirty year-old diet doctor. She didn't exactly lose weight. Nine months later she delivered the first of their five children and they were married. Having a child a year calmed her down considerably. After five they decided enough was enough. Two years ago Robert confided his secret fantasy of seeing her fight other women. She laughed and gave him her history. A couple of months later she arranged a fight with another large woman who called herself the uncrowned tit fighting champion of the world. After that hard won victory, Trish went on a spree. Five tit fights, four wrestling matches, three smother matches, three sex-fights, two modified catfights and one no rules fight. She had lost only one wrestling match and one sex fight. However, after the bloody no rules fight victory that left her opponent in the hospital, she swore off that kind of insanity.

She had linked up with Sammi in a tit fighting chat room. At first Trish was sure Sammi was a poser, but the very aggressive person at the other end of the line quickly offered voice verification. Once they started talking and passing pictures and tapes of their fights, Sammi really got nasty and Trish responded in kind. They developed a genuine dislike for one another over the phone, but Trish would not be goaded into an all out fight. After three months of negotiation they ended up with what Sammi called a maul match. First of all there was no biting or eye gouging allowed. No blows to the face, the head or neck of any kind were allowed. Any wrestling hold had to involve an attack on hair, tits, lower belly, crotch or ass or be broken at the count of ten. Punching, kicking, slapping, elbows and knees were allowed anywhere below the neck. Penetration was allowed despite Trish's reservations. They would fight over an unlimited number of ten-minute rounds. There were no submissions. If someone passed out she would be slapped awake by the referee and the round would be restarted. At the end of each round they would get a ten-minute rest. As a concession to Trish there would be a straight tit fight squeeze off if the fight went to the fourth round. In return at Sammi's request, the fifth and sixth rounds would be a mound grinding contests, Sammi on top and then Trish on top. After that they would repeat the sequences. The fight would end one woman refused to start another round. If Trish lost she would become Sammi's unlucky and probably much abused sex slave for the weekend. If Sammi lost she would become Trish and Robert's sex slave for the weekend. Trish had little desire for Sammi, but she thought she'd enjoy tormenting her and seeing the dyke being ass fucked by Robert. In addition the winner would take the loser's bush as a prize. Finally, the referee, a little man from Europe who paid enormous sums of money to attend fights between women, would pay the winner a prize of five thousand dollars.

On Thursday Trish dropped her children off with her long-suffering mother and flew to Atlanta with Robert in tow. At 8 p.m. Friday night she stood in Sammi's arena wearing a white muscle t-shirt and a pair of bikini panties that almost disappeared under her swelling belly and the black hair poking around the white edges. The arena was a king sized mattress surrounded by a number of heavily padded pseudo-leather couches of different vintages and manufacture. A rope was tied around the outside backs of the couches to hold them in place. Robert sat on a folding chair in the corner. The referee stood just outside the couch boundary with a riding crop designed to get any offender's attention. A table with water bottles, snowball lines, food and towels was along one wall. A second table supporting a number of dildos, cuffs, whips and straps was on the opposite wall. The brutality was going to begin at the end of the fight.

Sammi was a thirty-one year old exiled daughter of some former leader of some island in the Caribbean . Her father had given her a large allowance, stolen from his starving people, and sent her to the US where here sexual choices would not get her burned at the stake. She had chosen the name Sammi and was a fixture in the dagger dyke community. At 5'4”and 230 pounds she was even larger proportioned than Trish. Her massive boobs would have filled a 54G bra if she bothered to wear one. Her ass measured a full sixty inches and she stood firm on two huge but relatively short legs. Her belly was far bigger than Trish's. Her feet and hands were slightly bigger than Trish's. Also, despite her height, her ankles and wrists were also larger. Trish was always described as big boned and she was, but given the height differential, Sammi was more so. Her kinky black hair had been woven into six thick braids about thirty inches in length. All the clips, beads and bands had been removed so the braids were already beginning to get fuzzy and loose. She wore an identical outfit to Trish's. In her case the t-shirt could not cover her belly or contain the sides of her heavy tits. Her face was broad and her features were purely African. Her skin was coal black and shiny. Her hard thick nipples practically poked holes in her t-shirt. Each massive breast rolled on the top of her big belly. Her aureoles were seven inches in diameter, thick and dotted with large bumps, pits and wiry hair. She neither shaved her armpits or her legs. Her bush was not as thick as Trish's but it was at least as large and its tangled steel wool like texture made it a match. She loved to fight and had a reputation as a cruel bitch throughout the S&M underground in the southeast.

Trish licked her lips and flexed her hands. The room temperature was about 80 degrees with the help of a window air conditioning unit. Sweat was already forming on both women staining the shirts stretched over their breasts and belly. Sammi rubbed her crotch suggestively and smiled. Trish raised her middle finger.

Sammi snarled, “You fucking blanca whore, I'm going to twist your tits off and ram my fist up your cunt!”

Trish smiled, “Everybody wants to talk trash. When I fight a blonde she calls me a wop and now you want to make this a race war. Okay, fine with me.”

“I love to make white cunts beg to clean my ass with their tongues. You're going to be my slave bitch.”

Trish laughed and replied, “Honey, if any one is a natural born slave I'm looking at her. You won't be the first ugly as dog shit dyke I've whipped. And, you won't be the first big assed nigger I've busted up and used as my own personal toilet.”

The referee decided to stop the battle of wits, clicked his timer and shouted, “Start!”

Round One:

Sammi rushed forward and met Trish in the center of the mattress. They met with a loud slap of flash followed by multiple thuds as their bellies and breasts crashed hard against one another. Hands went immediately to the hair as Sammi forced Trish upwards and backwards. Trish grunted and twisted to the side pulling Sammi's head by four of its braids, two in each hand, to the left. Sammi moaned and shook Trish's head. Trish twisted at the hips and partially sidestepped still twisting Sammi's head to the side. Suddenly, the shorter, heavier black woman was off balance and falling to the side.

Sammi landed with a thud on a couch. Trish came down on top of her with a knee and shin across the exposed black belly. Sammi groaned as the knee sank into her guts and cursed as Trish's hands twisted her head to the side hurting her neck. Trish kept one leg extended, foot firmly on the mattress. Sammi's short legs kicked and her feet pushed against the back and seat cushions. Broken strands of the Italian's black hair already covered Sammi's sweaty arms. Sammi forced Trish to moan as her hands ripped and tore at Trish's mane. Trish used her left hand to hold Sammi's head down and shifter her right to the black woman's left armpit, grabbing the sweat stained stretched armhole and ripping it out across Sammi's jiggling right breast down to her heaving belly. Sammi cursed then moaned as Trish's four long fingers dug into the bared dark black aureole above the nipple and the thumb hooked under the nipple. The tissue was tough and resistant, but Trish's fingers dug in and Sammi's moans became groans then gasps. Once her fingers were inside the black flesh, Trish twisted clockwise causing Sammi to scream. This move had ended two of Trish's previous tit fights seconds after application, but Sammi responded by beginning to punch at Trish's belly with her right hand and knee Trish in the thighs and ass from behind.

Putting almost all her weight on her right hand and left leg, Trish flattened the black tit she was twisting causing Sammi to cry out. As Sammi squirmed, Trish lifted her left knee from the black belly, drew it back and hammered it into Sammi's crotch. Sammi grunted like a pig taking some of the force on her fat belly and thighs, but more than enough pounded into her heavy mound. Sammi grabbed Trish's right wrist with her left hand surrendering to the agony in her crushed breast. As Trish drew back her knee for another thrust the tall woman was introduced to one of the advantages of Sammi's short legs. A black foot was suddenly planted on Trish's white thong covered pussy. The black woman's toes curled inward grabbing the thong and thick hair underneath. The violation didn't hurt so much as shock the taller white woman.

Sammi grabbed Trish's dangling left breast through her t-shirt, pulled to the side and thrust her foot upward. The white woman found herself rotating to the left, off the couch and falling toward the mattress. Trish landed with a shocked bounce only to groan as 230 pounds of black flesh leapt across her belly. Trish cried out and reached for Sammi's hair. Sammi was already rotating coming to rest facing Trish's kicking feet with her big black ass crushing Trish's tits and lungs. The black woman cried in triumph as she smashed a fist into Trish's lower belly and then thrust her other hand around and under Trish's sweaty thong into the white woman's crotch. Trish screamed in agony as Sammi's hand gathered a full grip on her thick bush and ripped backwards. The bush held and Trish found herself lifted up by her pussy hair. The white woman grabbed the back of Sammi's hanging braids. As she pulled three of them fell apart and the kinky black hair exploded outward in a tangled snarl. Sammi's head was pulled back. She kept punching with one hand and pulling pubic hairs with the other. Finally a black hand ripped out the crotch of Trish's thong and came free with a fist full of white woman's black fur. Trish pulled with both hands trying to pull the black bitch backwards, but Sammi leaned with all her weight forward losing wads of her steel wool hair.

Then Sammi learned the advantage of Trish's long legs. As Sammi bent over Trish's belly and tried to get her fingers into Trish's pussy, Trish released Sammi's hair, slammed her hands against the black ass crushing her tits pushing Sammi in the direction she was already going. Suddenly two white legs snapped shut on the black woman's head. Sammi gasped in shock as her head was propelled down into the mattress by the combination of Trish's legs, hands and Sammi's own momentum. For a couple of seconds Sammi lay face down on the mattress with Trish crushing her head. The referee started a count to break the hold unless Trish attacked some target. Well there was a big target straddling Trish's lower belly now, Sammi's big ass and the back of her pussy.

Trish set up grabbing the back of Sammi's white thong, twisting it into a grip. Then her right hand went straight between the black thighs and jiggling ass cheeks. She grabbed the crotch of the thong and ripped it out with one pull. Sammi suddenly squirmed trying to get away, but nothing could stop Trish from pushing first two then four fingers into Sammi's swollen sex from the rear. Sammi grunted then screamed as Trish dug her fingers and her quarter inch trimmed nails into the black bitch's sex. This was another advantage the white woman had because Sammi kept her nails bitten down below the ends of her stubby fingers. Sammi exploded forward pushing with her knees and feet, freeing her head and landing on her face, head jammed against a couch at the end of the mattress. Trish's wet fingers came free with a slight sucking sound. Sammi's already crotch-less thong ripped free from her waist.

Groaning Sammi tried to get up on her hands and knees. Still sitting, Trish saw the big black ass rise up in front of her. She pulled back her legs and sent a double-footed kick into Sammi's ass. The feet smacked hard and propelled the black woman hard into the boundary couch. Her head bounced up onto the couch cushion and her tits slammed hard into the face of the couch seat. Sammi groaned like she had been hit with a bat. The black woman pushed up with her arms to turn and face her tormentor.

Trish was already up. She grabbed to hands full of braids and pulled hard backwards. Sammi fell backwards onto Trish's waiting body. Trish rolled and clamped her long legs around Sammi's fat waist from behind. The left arm went under Sammi's double chin and around her neck. The left hand came to rest on a braid of black hair making the choke hold legal. Sammi gasped and grabbed the offending left arm to keep her airways open. Both women were already sweat covered and gasping for oxygen. Both women were far fitter than their sizes indicated but fighting was the most exhausting activity anyone could engage in and they were exhausted. Trish's right hand circled around from behind, ripped open more of the black woman's already ruined shirt and then fastened on the rolling right mass of black tit flesh. This was another of Trish's patented submission holds. Sammi screamed and squirmed. She pushed up on her feet trying to bridge out of the scissors. Trish had been waiting for this.

The tall white woman broke the scissors, hooked her left leg around Sammi's fat belly and drove the heel of her right foot down hard on the black woman's wiry brush covered mound. Sammi gasped and her bridge collapsed. Trish quickly ground her heel against the mound, rapidly moving her leg up and down. Done with a little force in a sex fight this could bring a woman to climax. Done with all the force as Trish could muster the grinding heel was enough to bruise and eventually rub raw Sammi's proud mound and enflame the clit with agony. Sammi responded quickly by clamping her legs closed trapping the heel just under the tip of the mound pressing hard into the top of Sammi's sex, crushing in on the clitoral tissues. Sammi's mouth opened and she groaned in agony begging Trish to release her. Trish responded with racial taunts and the next part of her attack which was to start driving her left heel down into Sammi's belly. As the long leg straightened and then hooked back down the white heel thudded into Sammi's belly. Sammi grunted and cursed.

Then Trish found the black woman's thumb like right nipple. Cupping the underside of the massive black orb, Trish drove her fingers deep into the fat flesh, squishing the nipple, aureole and surrounding tissues into a cone with the nipple at the head. Trish's thumb then dug into the tip of the nipple, nail first, driving the long, hard rubbery flesh back into the cone while the nail did its own work. Sammi's attention suddenly switched from her crotch and belly up to the newly flaming pain center. She heard Trish's taunts of how did she like this and can you take it nigger, but they didn't register. The pain was too much. She grabbed for the right hand with her own. Now Trish tightened her left arm threatening to choke Sammi out. Unable to pull Trish's fingers from her tit flesh, Sammi tried elbowing Trish's side to no apparent effect. Then she reached back over her shoulder for Trish's hair. She pulled out wad after wad, but the white bitch just moaned and continued mauling. Sammi screamed out her surrender again and again, but there was no surrender as Trish's taunts reminded her. The black woman was nearly ready to pass out when the referee shouted for the break.

Trish rolled Sammi's tortured body to the side. The black woman curled up into a ball and whimpered. Trish stood and spit on her opponent and fell back into the corner of a couch to take her rest. Trish stripped off what was left of her thong panties but kept her sweaty, but undamaged t-shirt on. She drank water, ate a small sandwich and snorted a snowball line. The snowball was a combination of cocaine, speed and angle dust. The drugs effect was almost immediate as Trish felt her body recharge with savage rage and strength. She wanted another line, but they had agreed only one line per round. Sammi swallowed a bottle of water in between gasps and sobs. Seven minutes into the break she finally got up on a couch and asked for a snowball. The referee doubled as her second. Sammi finally looked across the mattress at Trish. The white bitch had already started her right nipple leaking lymph and blood. Her crotch was on fire and her belly twisted in pain. At nine minutes the referee stepped away and motioned for Robert to do the same.

The referee said, “Thirty seconds to go in the break. Do you both want to continue?”

Trish laughed, “Yeah I'll hurt her all day long if she wants!”

Sammi looked across the hair matted, sweat stained mattress at the tall white woman and snarled, “I'll never quit.”

The referee said, “Ten seconds, stand and get ready. Round two starts now!”

Round Two

Trish in her sweaty white t-shirt stalked the totally nude black woman around the small enclosure. Trish cut off Sammi in the corner and snapped a quick kick into the black woman's heavy left thigh. The slap of the foot on the thigh was like a shot. Sammi instinctively grabbed her leg and turned to the side. The tall white woman was waiting for such a move. She hooked a round house right using all her power, swiveling at the hips, to drive her hard fist flush into Sammi's already visibly swollen and damaged right breast. The white fist sank into the black tit flesh up to the wrist before rebounding. Sammi screamed and fell backwards on a couch. Trish yelled in triumph, raised her right foot up and drove it straight out then down into Sammi's left breast. This time the white foot sank in only to where black flesh rolled out and covered the side of Trish's foot and the back of her heel. Sammi grunted at the impact. Trish kept her foot on the left breast and ground it back and forth getting Sammi to gasp and moan. The black woman seized the offending ankle and replied with an angry kick straight up off the floor, toe first into Trish's wide-open crotch.

Trish's left knee buckled and she went down on one knee at the base of Sammi's couch. The crying black woman kept her hold on the moaning white woman's right ankle. Now

Sammi cried out in triumph, drawing her knees up and driving her feet straight out into the white bitch's t-shirt covered tits. Trish grunted and fell backwards with her left leg doubled up under her ass and her right leg still held by Sammi on the couch. Sammi's feet went to work. Her right foot slammed into Trish's exposed mound and then started to grind back and forth like Sammi was putting out a fire. Trish screamed until the left foot sank into her lower belly just above the pubic bone. After that no sound came out, until a wailing groan erupted seconds later. Trish grabbed the left foot and rolled to her side freeing her doubled over foot.

Sammi taunted the white woman and tried to push her toes between Trish's thick vaginal lips and foot fuck her. Trish screamed in pain, but she wasn't finished. As Sammi smiled broadly she failed to notice the long white left leg raising up from the floor over the side of the couch and up into the underside of her right breast. Sweat and lymph flew from the gigantic black globe as it traveled upward to Sammi's hunched over shoulder smacking the black woman in the face. Sammi gasped and lost her hold on Trish's right leg. Trish scrambled backwards on the mattress as Sammi grunted from the impact of her distended right breast smacking back down on her belly.

Trish was up first with her hand between her legs checking for blood. When she didn't find any she started cursing Sammi in the vilest, most racist way she could. Sammi stood and returned the curses almost equaling Trish's in their anger. Trish had sworn she would avoid grudge fights after her no holds barred match, but here she was in a race war with a very strong and determined black bitch from hell. Sammi stalked forward and promised to get a handful of the white whore tits and make them bleed.

Sammi charged too fast for Trish to do anything but brace herself and grab the tangled mass of steel wool jetting out in clumps from Sammi's head. Sammi smacked into the taller Italian and forced her back two steps. Rather than go for the white woman's black hair, Sammi grabbed the front of Trish's t-shirt, fell backwards on her ass raising her feet into the pit of Trish's belly and went for a surprise monkey flip. First the sweaty shirt stretched. Then Trish leaned forward bending over the black foot in her belly. Finally, Trish's long legs foiled the move and left the white woman wobbling on her tip toes to the side as Sammi tried to complete the flip. Grunting as she wobbled, partially impaled on the black woman's feet, Trish released her hair hold, shrugged out of her shirt leaving Sammi flat on her back holding the empty t-shirt.

Trish stood up straight holding Sammi's ankles. A quick jerk split the black woman's legs open and then Trish stomped hard driving the heel of her right foot into the black woman's sex. The sound was a mixture of a wet slap and a drumbeat. Sammi squealed and rolled on her back pulling her legs free and coming to a stop on her hands and knees. Trish tried kicking a field goal with Sammi's dangling left tit. This time the white woman's toes sank in to the instep before rebounding out of the flesh. Sammi howled and straightened up on her knees. Trish grabbed the black woman's hair and drove a knee into her giggling breasts. The knee crushed the right breast flat, but Sammi grabbed the back of the leg and held on. Trish jerked Sammi's hair and pulled back on her leg. Sammi groaned and lifted the heavy white woman off her feet and then twisted. Suddenly the white woman was on her ass.

Snarling, Sammi leapt on top of the taller woman. Again the sound of smacking flesh was followed by double groans. Sammi tried to get a knee into Trish's crotch, but Trish's long legs snagged the black leg. Sammi ended up astride Trish's pelvis, with one knee in Trish's side and the other grounded trapped between Trish's locked legs. With a scream of triumph Sammi sank both her hands into Trish's exposed breasts. Sammi's big hands and powerful fingers quickly dug in and Trish's white flesh oozed between the probing black fingers. Trish groaned and replied with grips on Sammi's hanging breasts. The two heavyweights grunted and groaned as they twisted, crushed and pinched at each other's tit flesh. Sammi's heaving belly rested heavily on Trish's lower belly. They were deadlocked into a mutual torture session. Sweat rolled of Sammi's glistening black skin and splattered onto the sweat already covering Trish. As they struggled Sammi's bush rubbed back and forth tangling with Trish's. Sammi tried to bounce up and down, but

Trish's leg lock held her in place and their mounds were not yet in a grinding position. So they worked feverishly on each other's swelling glands.

Trish had some advantages. She had already hurt both of Sammi's massive globes. Further, her nails were leaving furrows of deep scratches in Sammi's flesh. On the other hand Sammi's tits were far larger, heavier than the white woman's. Also, Sammi was pressing down with at least some of her weight. Finally, the black woman's hands and grip seemed to be stronger than the white woman's. Trish's groans had turned to moans and whimpering cries as her tits were crushed and twisted in the powerful black hands. Trish switched to the black woman's nipples and soon had Sammi screaming with her head back. Sammi replied in kind and both women were soon screaming and cursing with their eyes shut and tears on their cheeks. Trish's dark brown nipples stayed hard and erect despite being crushed, pulled, twisted and rolled between Sammi's cruel fingers. Sammi's right nipple softened after severe punishment and leaked lymph and blood onto Trish's mauling fingers. Sammi's left nipple stood up to the punishment. Both women were gasping and screaming for the other to let go when the round finally ended the mutual tit destruction.

The referee had to pull them apart, flicking his whip at Trish's locked legs and across Sammi's back to get them to stop. Once they separated the rolled away from each other, cupped their breasts and started sobbing. After five minutes Sammi was the first one to ask for water. She drank quickly and then poured the cold water directly onto her swelling breasts and bloody nipple. She snorted a snowball line and fell back on a couch gasping for air. Trish pretty much repeated the ritual adding some food and some more water. At the nine-minute mark neither woman looked ready for a ten-minute fight.

The referee said, “Thirty seconds to go in the break. Do you both want to continue?”

Trish snarled, “I'll tear that nigger's nipples off and take them home for my cat to eat.”

Sammi snapped back, “Going to bust those fat white balloons, cocksucking whore.”

The referee said, “Ten seconds, stand and get ready. Round three starts now!”

Round Three

Despite the cursing, which continued, neither woman flew out in a rage. They were both tired and hurt. Trish circled with her foot ready to kick. Sammi stayed out of range and looked for an opportunity to snag the white woman's hair or breasts. The battle of words got more vicious until a particularly nasty racial barb fired by Trish caused Sammi to charge forward. Trish tried to spear her with a knee, but the big black woman slammed into Trish's mid section before her knee could strike. Trish flew backwards on a couch with Sammi on top of her. The white woman grunted as her belly and ribs compressed under the impact of the charge and double fall onto the couch.

Sammi scrambled onto Trish's lap straddling her right leg, her left knee grinding into Trish's mound. Trish moaned and countered with a double back of the head hair pull trying to pull Sammi off her thigh. Sammi's head bent back as her steel wool cloud of hair was again ravaged, but she held her position by grabbing the front of Trish's hair with her left hand. Her right fist smacked down hard on top of Trish's left breast four times before Trish twisted and got an elbow to partially block Sammi's swing. Sammi opened her fist and sank her powerful black fingers into the already swollen and discolored tit flesh causing Trish to groan in agony.

Unable to pull Sammi off by the hair, Trish didn't grab another handful when her right hand came free with a massive wad of Sammi's hair trapped in its grip. Sammi screamed as the hair ripped from her scalp, but she held on to her advantages. Trish's right fist worked Sammi's left kidney area and then her side. The hard white fist splattered sweat and caused quakes to ripple through the black flesh. Sammi even twisted in pain, but she wouldn't stop mauling Trish's left breast. Trish wailed in agony and tried to unseat Sammi by thrusting off the mattress with her feet. Sammi merely rocked forward and covered Trish's face with her huge sweaty tits. Sammi moved her left hand to the back of Trish's hair and applied a combination headlock and breast smother on Trish. Her right hand continued to work on the white woman's tortured left breast. Trish's muffled screams indicated the success of the black woman's tit mauling.

Trish's hands clawed at Sammi's back leaving bloody trails and causing the black woman to scream, but there was no freedom for Trish's lungs or release for her breast. Trish hands came to rest on Sammi's enormous ass cheeks. Trish's right hand snaked around and pushed between their bodies into the slight opening left by the bottom of Sammi's big belly. The white woman's left hand went around the ass cheek and into the hairy ass crack from behind. Sammi's head snapped up. Her expression changed from evil glee to stunned shock, then pain and fury. Sammi held onto her smother, but she couldn't stop her screams or her hips beginning to twist away. As she rose up on her knees to escape the unseen torture a perfect view was afforded of Trish's white left thumb clearly stuck up to its last joint in Sammi's asshole. The other four fingers were firmly sunk into Sammi's ample ass cheek. A little south of that showed three of four of Trish's right hand's fingers curled deep into Sammi's pussy. The fourth finger scratched at the skin in between the two penetrations. The unseen second thumb was clearly working against Sammi's mound and clit.

Screaming and cursing, Sammi finally relinquished her hold thrusting upward from Trish's hands and off to the side. Sammi dragged Trish's head by the hair with her. Sammi ended up on her back holding Trish's hair. Before Trish could react Sammi had her feet up and digging into Trish's doubled over belly. Trish had to stand and endure the black feet trying to disembowel her. The front of Trish's hair gave way first and she flew backwards on the mattress leaving Sammi holding a double hand full of long black hair. Blood quickly dotted Trish's bared scalp like sweat. Trish rolled to her knees holding her new high forehead with one hand. Sammi slammed into her from behind crushing her face down on the mattress.

Sammi ended up sitting on the small of Trish's back, right hand tangled in the back of Trish's hair, pushing Trish's head down She jerked backwards on the hair forcing Trish's head up and backward raising the tall woman's upper torso of the mattress. Sammi's left hand reached under Trish's left arm Trish screamed as her left breast was pulled back under her arm. Sammi couldn't reach the nipple, but the brown flesh was now soft and leaking pink fluid with every thrust and pinch of the black fingers. Sammi had wrecked Trish's left tit on the couch. Trish screamed and struggled but all she could do is kick her feet and reach back over her head to claw at Sammi's right hand.

Trish's screams grew more desperate as she begged for mercy and submitted over and over again. Sammi taunted her and bounced on her lower back. Sammi grew tired of this torture and suddenly scrambled up Trish's back. She spun around as Trish rolled over on her back and came to rest sitting on the white woman's tits facing her kicking legs. Sammi's big ass overwhelmed Trish's tits, flattening and engulfing them. Despite the weight on her chest, the downed white woman was relieved to be out of the hold. Her relief was momentary.

Trish tried to kick at Sammi, but the black woman was ready with a chop to the crotch. Trish's offense collapsed. Before she could strike again, Sammi's left hand grabbed Trish's mound, holding the pelvis down. Now black fingers probed between white lips into the pink vagina they tried to protect. Trish tried to bridge out of it, but Sammi's weight on her chest and the hand in her crotch forced her ass to the mattress. Sammi leaned forward allowing Trish's hands to claw at the bottom of her swinging boobs in order to pound Trish's lower belly with her free fist. The smack of the fist on Trish's belly was soon echoed by Trish's grunts. Sammi's hard black fist sank deeper and deeper into Trish's round lower belly. Every time Trish tried to trap Sammi's head she got her clit twisted or chopped. After a dozen blows deep in the belly, Trish pissed herself. At that point, Sammi locked in a savage stomach claw on the dark red-olive flesh. Sammi's probing fingers met no resistance from the shattered muscle shield. When her fingers were two joints deep in the white fat she snapped on a cruel, twisting claw. Trish screamed in agony, begged and cried for mercy. When the end of the round came, the referee had to apply his riding crop to Sammi five times to get her to release the hold.

Once released Trish curled up into a ball and wept. Sammi crawled to the couch and flopped down. Her spread legs showed blood from her pussy and ass. Her boobs were swollen and dripping still. She was totally exhausted and nearly helpless. Still she was smiling in pleasure. She had busted the white bitch's gut and made her piss herself. Trish crawled back to her side dripping badly from her ruined left breast. She had blood on the inside of her thighs too, but not as much since the black woman had no nails. Trish dragged herself onto the couch and collapsed. Her husband poured water over her and held her face to the snowball track that seemed to revive her. Sammi groaned as she saw the savage glance the wounded bitch flashed her. Sammi wasn't looking forward to a tit fight with that bitch, not at all.

The referee said, “Thirty seconds to go in the break. Do you both want to continue?”

Trish promised, “Yes, I'm going to milk that fucking nigger dry.”

Sammi grunted, “Your tits can't take it cunt. Say goodbye to those pale bags of fat, blanca.”

The referee said, “Ten seconds, on your knees, hands on breasts, no punching and you can only use your hands on the other woman's tits, hands or arms. Round three starts now!”

Round Four

Both women pushed forward on their knees sinking their probing fingers deep into each other's tit flesh. Grunts and moans started immediately. Within seconds sweat sprang out from their flesh and their faces twisted in grimaces. Trish concentrated on pulse gripping the areas near the tip of Sammi's mammoth 54G globes, easily swollen another two inches. The hot swollen sweaty black flesh oozed in globs around the invading white fingers. Twisting the fat round orbs so they formed cones behind the nipple area, Trish's thumbs then smashed into the nipples or bumpy aureole crushing, twisting and more importantly clawing. Sammi responded by pressing her long fingers and strong thumbs deep into the 48EE's, the left swollen visibly larger than the right. Once knuckle deep in white flesh, she tried to make a fist, pushed and twisted.

They leaned into each other mauling for at least two minutes before Sammi screamed and closed her eyes in pain. Tears soon welled out mixing with the sweat rolling down her cheeks. Trish's nails and pulse pumping had opened both Sammi's nipples and more than a few bumps on her aureole. Blood then lymph and blood appeared on Trish's white hands. Sammi gasped and moaned as fluids started to squirt out from ruptures inside her boobs through the cracks in her rubbery nipples. She started jerking and twisting Trish's boobs with a fury. Trish gasped and cried out as Sammi's strong hands mauled her smaller tits. Eye-to-eye they glared through their tearing eyes and groaned through clenched teeth and continued to try and tear the heart out of the other woman.

After the four-minute mark Trish's screams grew louder than Sammi's. The tall woman's left breast was swelling with each second. It was beginning to become hard to the touch. Dark red and blue bruises covered both the white woman's breasts. Finally the pressure of the lymph from broken tubules and sacs deep inside her left breast became too much and Sammi was rewarded with a sudden hot stream of pink lymph out of the side of Trish's weeping left nipple. Trish sat back on her heels and Sammi rose up on her knees gaining a slight advantage in height.

Trish's head went back as she cried out. She felt herself being milked by Sammi's invading fingers. Sammi was in agony and squirting from both nipples, but she allowed herself a brief smile as Trish's tits began to give under her gouging fingers. Trish fancied herself as a world-class tit fighter with the toughest tits on the planet, but she had never been hurt like this before. As the agony spread to her right breast she felt it squirt between Sammi's fingers and splatter on the black woman's deformed breasts. Trish switched her fingers to the wounded nipple area. Sammi gasped as ten nails dug into both of her thick rubbery aureole in a rough circle around her weeping nipples. Now the black woman's head flew backwards as a scream was ripped out of her throat. Trish's fingers dug into the rough flesh, pulled outward and twisted. Sammi felt like her nipples were being ripped out by the roots, which in a sense they were. Trish was quickly rewarded with hot wet palms from several streams of hot lymph. Sammi's breasts openly pumped liquid from the torn and broken tubes behind the nipple area. The whole aureole puffed up and swelled out from the massive black globe.

Sammi fell back on her heels and the cruel mauling continued in a brutal stalemate. Both were well past the point they would have surrendered, but the rules and their mutual lack of mercy convinced them that the other would only hurt them worst if they surrendered. At the six-minute mark Sammi switched her right hand to Trish's wounded left nipple. Trish's boobs had long since lost their original shape now swollen unevenly. The left nipple and its conical aureole were now totally flat and softened. When Sammi's fingers dug in to it and pinched, Trish gasped and tried to pull away. Sammi's left hand was still jerking the bloated right breast down and to the side. Trish suddenly began to fall to the side. Off balance and in agony Trish fell to her right side and then rolled onto her back still pulling Sammi's nipples inches out from her swelling mounds. Sammi ended up sitting on Trish's belly, still working on the white tortured fat bags in front of her.

Sammi quickly pushed down with all her weight, pan caking the ruined white mounds beneath her palms while her fingers went back to probing. On her back, Trish found the bottom of the heavy black jugs swinging in front of her. She sank her bloody thumbs into the underside and squeezed form the top with her fingers. With a firm crushing grip she then straightened her long arms and pushed the heavy black globes upward. Stalemated again the tortured each other mercilessly. Bloody sweat and lymph ran down Trish's arms and spattered on her heaving belly. This horrendous mauling continued without stop or change. Periodically some gland would pop, a tubule would rupture, interstitial tissue would tear and a new flood of red tainted lymph would flow from the ruined nipples. During the last minute neither had the power to curse as they mauled. Their locked eyes betrayed soul pain to one another and held out the hope that the other would break, but no break came. Sammi lost control of her bladder and covered herself and Trish in piss, but still they mauled.

When the end came Sammi rolled off to the side and both women sobbed holding their own hot, engorged, dripping breasts. Side by side they wailed and tried to ease the pain by gentle manipulations, but the pain only grew as more fluid filled the ruptures. The ravaged, bruised skin grew taunt like a drumhead as the damaged flesh beneath grew hard with hot, compressed lymph and blood. Both had done worse and more to other women, but neither had suffered as much before this battle.

Eight minutes later, Trish moved to take water and drugs. She tried to eat, but threw up the contents of her stomach over the back of the couch. She drank more water and tried to cover her swollen bags with cold water bottles. Sammi moved about thirty seconds latter. Her massive breasts had swollen beyond measuring. As she crawled on her hands and knees they projected downward to rub their bloody tips across the mattress. The swelling threatened to further open the gaping scratches the white bitch's finger nails had left in the black flesh. Sammi pulled two broken nails out of her throbbing mounds and cursed. Water and a snowball line did very little to recharge her.

The referee said, “Thirty seconds to go in the break. Do you both want to continue?”

Trish moaned, “Yes.”

Sammi whimpered, “I'm not quitting before her.”

The heat rising of their breasts seemed to have taken the heat out of their conversation. Trish assumed the position on her back with her legs spread eagle. Sammi moved slowly into place straddling her mound legs split, their hairy mounds and swollen vaginal lips pressed together. Sammi lifted Trish's right leg up and carefully hugged it between her two swollen mounds.

The referee said, “This is a grind match. No fighting, not tit work, no wrestling. You can pound and grind with you mounds but that is it. Round five starts now!

Rounds Five and Six

Sammi's black belly rolled back and forth across Trish's heaving white belly. The sweat slick skin smacked and sucked as they slide against one another. In between the hot clefs of their thighs the real work was being done. First Sammi's steel wool bush tangled and snagged at the thick black bush it was riding on. Each slow grind pulled some of both leaving the pulled hairs to mat and tangle further in the sweaty, hot pubic scrum. Swollen lips rubbed back and forth back and forth. Juices mixed. The swollen tissues reacted to one another as clits stiffen and clitoral hoods scrubbed hard against pubic flesh. The heat and pressure grew until there was a fire burning deep in each bitch's belly.

Sammi started with a slow motion, careful to keep her bloated tits from swinging. But with each grinding passage the need to move faster grew. Soon Sammi's tits were smacking back and forth on her rib cage, belly and Trish's captured legs. Trish's ruined orbs rolled on her chest adding to the pain. But despite her hatred and loathing of the ugly cunt riding her, Trish could not stop her own fires. She moved hard against the black bitch's passing cunt. Sammi replied in kind.

Within a few passes they were grinding hard against each other. They shifted angles of attack trying to get a hard mound against a soft cunt lip or to pinch a swollen clit against its own mound. Both succeeded several times, bruising and beating each other. The matted bushes started ripping at each other bringing sharp little pains, rubbing skin raw, sticking here and penetrating there. Despite the pain or because of it the fighting cunts brought each other to a near mutual climax six minutes into the round.

Grunting like a sow Sammi smiled, “You fucking white bitch, you cunt begs to be my slave.”

Spitting out disgust Trish snarled, “You'll never out fuck me, Nigger. Come on get to pounding you fat, ugly cow.”

Anger fueled by sated passion drove Sammi to start alternating between grinding to pounding her crotch down hard on the white woman's. The grinding abraded their skin, ripped out their hair and pulled flesh. The crash of crotch and mound added bruising, crushing and shock to the battle. Trish's gasps were replaced by grunts and moans as her abused tissues were scrapped raw and then crushed against her own bones by the big black sow smacking down on her sex. But each success by Sammi was purchased with an equal cost to her sex. Unfortunately for the black woman, she loved fucking the hated white bitch and couldn't stop from having a shattering orgasm at the end of the round.

The break revealed the extent of the mutual damage inflicted on one another. Raw swollen red tissues peaked out of tangled black bushes that contained bits of one another. Trish had recovered some of her energy, but Sammi was still shaking with her second orgasm. Water soothed the fire just a little. Drugs intensified the pain and transformed it into something very ugly and dangerous. This time the taunting increased during the break. Their anger now exceeded their exhaustion.

Trish took the mounted position and started hard trying to sandpaper Sammi's hated cunt off with her own. The pain was so extraordinary that Trish had to slow her grinding. She was too hurt to go all out. Sammi taunted her from below. Trish responded by slowing further. She was rewarded with a startled look on Sammi's face. The bitch was about to explode again! Trish did her best to get the ugly bitch off again and she succeeded. She might not be able to beat her cunt or even outlast it, but Sammi's lust for her enemy had betrayed her into multiple exhausting orgasms. Maybe that would be enough to put Trish back in-charge of this damned fight.

They waited trying to gather strength. The break seemed to be too long. The longer they waited the greater the pain. Trish looked down at her misshapen breasts and suddenly got very worried. They were immense, hard as rocks and obviously badly damaged. She was suddenly worried if they would last another round. Why were they waiting?

Robert said, “You can kick my ass later but right now you're going to get medical help.”

The little ref from Europe followed, “I quite agree. This has gone farther than even I'm comfortable with. I will pay you both, $5000 for the privilege of being here, but I won't let you kill one another. This fight is a draw.”

Both men steeled themselves for a savage reaction. Trish managed to keep from saying, “Thank God!” Everyone waited for Sammi to react. The black woman looked at Trish, waiting for her to protest. When she didn't, Sammi looked stared at her a long time. Neither bitch wanted to say they quit.

The referee looked at the swollen tits and said, “I'll pay you both $10,000 to quit, if you promise that you'll invite me to the rematch if and when.”

Robert said, “She accepts.”

Trish didn't object she locked eyes with Sammi.

Sammi growled, “Fuck it. Give me the money.”

Then she snarled at Trish, “He just saved your tits bitch.”

Robert poured cold water on Trish's tits before she could respond then put the bottle to her lips. Trish saw a doctor before leaving for home. He was well known in fighting circles, having a three nurses and a secretary in his own fighting stable. He did some repair work looking through a scope inserted through the underside of Trish's nipples. That, draining, ice packs, antibiotics, fluids and three expensive days in a hospital bed, reported to the insurance company as a result of a car accident left Trish's tits almost as unmarked as they had been before the fight. If anything, the doctor said that they were tougher now with some of the matrix tissues hardening due to deep bruising. He mentioned with tits like hers he would be happy to one of her financial backers in the rumored Tough Tits Club in New York City . The next tourney was scheduled for the week between Christmas and New Years.

The End

This story is slightly modified from the original posted on one of the many lamented story boards of the past. After my last big girl versus athlete fight I wanted to do a big girl versus big girl battle and remembered these characters. As with most of my stories I like my characters enough to come back to them. Trish has a grueling Tough Tits contest coming up and I wouldn't be surprised if Sammi doesn't hear about it.

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