NEIGHBORHOOD FIGHT

KC Penn knew she was good-looking. She had a very pretty face, long blonde hair, nice legs, and a healthy rack. Ok she was only 5’3 but she looked damn fine. KC also didn’t mind flashing that dynamite body for all to see. She especially loved to sunbathe in her tiniest bikini on a chaise lounge in the driveway of her home in front of God and all. Today she had a yellow number on that hid nothing. Maggie Ryan lived across the street. Maggie had a weight problem and hated to see the always perfect, bikinied KC. Maggie would run in front of her home. She would run from street to street and then walk back for an hour. She had lost 30 pounds and always wore the same outfit, sweatshirt and sweat pants. Maggie knew KC would do things for her benefit while she ran just to piss her off. One time KC raised her ass, or the next she would bend over allowing her chest to pour out and then the next she would spread her legs and shift her panties allowing well you know. Maggie seeing her children play, seethed. Finally her husband Dan took the kids for a visit to his moms. Of course Dan snuck a peek at KC and her yellow bikini before leaving. Maggie seethed more. Finally she stomped across the street, COVER UP OR… Or what? Or you’ll be sorry. Really? KC stood and smiled and led Maggie in the backyard into an enclosed group of trees. You want to fight? Well. Yes or no? KC never turned around. Well. I’ll keep doing this especially to Dan. I think Dan likes me. Especially when his wife loses 30 pounds, nice job by the way and STILL won’t show off the goods. Embarrassed? OK I’LL FIGHT YOU! KC whirled and kicked Maggie right between the legs. Maggie’s eyes popped, teared and she went down to her knees covering a wounded pussy. KC smiled and ripped up Maggie’s sweatshirt revealing a rather bountiful grey sports bra. KC tightened the sweatshirt around Maggie’s throat. She turned and began to pull the gasping Maggie up and over her shoulder. Suddenly KC dropped her. Maggie was crying and gasping on all 4’s as KC landed a kick to Maggie’s gut. KC went around her and yanked down the sweatpants now revealing a silver thong. Maggie had a rather nice body. She needed to tighten it up but KC could tell she had lost a ton of weight. Girl why are you embarrassed showing off this body? I wouldn’t be. Maggie was sobbing as she took off the sweatshirt from around her neck. Maggie had a pretty round face, 5’6, now about 145 pounds. She had a healthy chest and nice legs. Learn your lesson bitch and now get out before I don’t feel so charitable. Get going. As Maggie replaced the sweatshirt KC heard Maggie in whisper, fucking slut touch my husband and I’ll kill you. Maggie had the sweatshirt over her head as KC kicked across the mouth. Kill me huh bitch? KC grabbed back the sweatshirt and Maggie tried to scramble away. KC grabbed Maggie by the thong and sports bra and ran her into the fence face first. Maggie bounced off and down. Stupid bitch, now you’re in for a beating AND I’ll go and suck and fuck your Dan. Maggie tried to stand and defend herself but KC stepped in and punched her in the mouth. Maggie staggered back into the fence. The 5’3 120 KC overpowered the 5’6 140 pound Maggie pinning her to the fence. KC got her hands into Maggie’s sports bra. Nice, real nice, as the 36’s spilled out. KC now had 2 handfuls of tit and her knee planted into Maggie’s crotch. No more, argh, please. Keeping one hand on a tit KC now plunged into Maggie’s thong. Ugghhfd. Maggie retaliated by biting down on stray tit now out of KC’s top. Both women were leaning and straining on the fence. Maggie now with a rest provided a fight. They were fighting in a wooded enclosed area and felt safe from prying eyes. Both of Maggie’s tits were out and KC had worked her thong to her knees. KC’s one breast was out and being abused. Maggie now shocked KC with a strong punch to the gut. KC went down. Maggie broke free, grabbing KC by a fistful of her golden locks. Bitch. Maggie took KC’s head off with a terrible slap. KC fell to her side sobbing. Are we done? Maggie had pulled up her thong and stood over KC. Fuck you, mumbled KC. Maggie smiled. She looked down, she was covered with sweat, and her boobs were out for all to see. Man she thought I’ve never felt better or looked better. She kicked KC in the shoulder. Done? Fuck you, I’m stealing Don first chance and give him a real blow-job, back in a whisper. Really? This time Maggie crashed her foot into the pit of KC’s stomach. KC lurched forward and tried to breath. Maggie, on the opposite end moments before smiled. You going to touch Don? Maggie stripped KC. Man, you do have a great body. Maggie turned the blonde over and began to grind KC’s face into the dirt and then into the fence. Her sports bra restricted her and she threw it off. Maggie was rubbing KC’s face up and down on the chain link. KC was screaming and sobbing. Maggie hauled the blonde up and laid her on the fence and back-handed her. Maggie smiled and grabbed KC’s perfect mounds. She dug her fingernails in squeezing and twisting. Give up? After I suck him off, I’ll lick his ass. He told me you’ve never done that for him. KC was barely audible. Maggie kneed her in the crotch. He’s says you’re shit. KC looked like shit but was STILL giving shit. Ok. Maggie stripped and tied KC to the fence. When you say you’ll never look at my husband again AND you’ll wear one-pieces sunning your self I’ll stop. You haven’t the guts to lay a smack down on me. KC was wrong. Maggie broke her nose and blood was pouring from her mouth and nose. KC was moaning and Maggie was STILL beating her. Maggie hit her 4 straight times in the stomach. Maggie thought she would die and didn’t care. KC whispered, no more. He’s yours. Maggie untied KC. KC fell to her knees and forward leaning on Maggie. KC’s mouth fell on Maggie’s pussy. Please don’t beat me anymore. KC’s face was a mass of bruises and welts. Maggie was now full of herself and grabbed KC by the hair and actually flexed her right arm. Dan is out. Right? Yes, please. No more bikinis? Yes please. You killed me. I’ll do anything. Maggie didn’t say a word but KC stuck her tongue into Maggie. No! Wrong side. You were going to do Dan. Now me. Maggie turned and KC began to lick Maggie’s ass as Maggie played with her 36’s and pussy.
It was a month after the fight and Maggie was doing her running routine now dressed in tiny shorts with most of her butt sticking out and a sports bra, a size too small. Dan finished up the lawn. What’s the matter, babe? Uh, nothing. Maggie looked across the street and saw KC sunning herself wearing a black one-piece. Dan went into the house. Maggie smiled and walked into the garage and pulled down the shorts mooning KC and then giving her the finger. KC reddened. Maggie smiled.