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Return to the Beach
By Wolfboy
Emma meets Sara on the same stretch of gulf coast beach to settle who is the
best bitch.
Four weeks to the day
following Sara’s successful defence of the Hong Kong syndicate title, and Emma
and I found ourselves back int the United States as the two arch rivals would
meet once more in catfight action. As before, the match was to take place on the
same stretch of secluded private beach on the Alabama coast that their first
meeting had taken place on. The match would again be no holds barred with no
time limit; this time though, there would be an unlimited number of submissions
allowed until one woman verbally gave up the match. Unlike the first meeting,
there would be no crowd in place, neither woman would be seconded either, just
the two of them battling on the soft sands until there was a decisive victor.
Although both Danny
(Sara’s manager) and myself would travel to the fight with our women, we would
both remain in the beach huts that would be used as changing rooms. Neither of
us would witness the action either in what was sure to be a brutal battle for
superiority. With that in mind, I’ll have to hand over to Emma in a little while
to describe the action, but first of all I should probably set the scene a
little more I guess.
Emma’s first match with
Sara here in Alabama had ultimately ended in defeat, falling victim to the
domineering blonde as she lay pinned in the surf at the end of the match.
Revenge to some degree had been Emma’s in the rematch held in a forest clearing
on the Smythe grounds. A lucky kick to the crotch had put Emma suddenly in
control of a match she had looked like losing; some cruel crotch and breast
mauling had finished Sara off. That might have been it I suppose, though I
suspect that the competitive edge between the two would have demanded at least
one more match, as it was, the Hong Kong syndicate had made sure that match had
taken place in perhaps the highest profile of their fights. Battling to a
knockout in the confines of a Perspex walled squash court, Emma had been beaten
down steadily over the course of the fight, ultimately losing to a right hand
knockout punch after being sapped by Sara’s expert breast smother. A series of
mind games from Sara had ensued, inviting Emma to watch her take on former
opponent Kandy Yang, fighting both Claire and Debbie and then the two had fought
for a fourth time in a Smythe mansion bedroom. Fighting angry, Emma had hurt
Sara at times, but the blonde, the more controlled of the two fighters had again
taken over as the fight progressed, this time smothering Emma for the knockout
win. Even then it seemed that Sara had wanted to get under Emma’s skin,
appearing in the Smythe Federation for a match. For her part, Emma too wanted
more of Sara, she wanted to right the wrongs of her performances against the
blonde. Good advice from an opponent, Helen Cook, had switched her on to ways of
beating Sara, and a good run of wins against Kallie Harvey, Kat Cook, Helen,
Amber Phillips, Noreen and a former opponent of Sara’s, Shontelle Jackson had
Emma going into the match confident at least. Would confidence be enough, or
would it evaporate as soon as the set eyes on Sara once more?
The time had come to
find that out now as I watched Emma change slowly into her outfit for the match,
she was in shape, battle hardened after a tough series of opponents, curvy but
powerful with feminine muscles in the right places. A cascade of auburn hair
curled lightly to the middle of Emma’s back, her hair always worn long however
much it seemed impractical for catfighting. As she adjusted the straps on her
simple, white halter neck thong bikini, I thought that she looked ready for the
battle she would surely face. I kissed her hard, and then without another word,
Emma turned, heading for the door out of the beach hut….
So normally, I always
feel a little nervous before a big fight. Edgy I guess, you know, like wondering
what my opponent has in store for me, what I might be able to use on her, and so
on. But as I walked out of that beach hut, I probably felt calmer that I had
before 95% of my matches. You see this time, I knew Sara, knew what I was going
to do to her, what she would try to do to me. And I knew I had her number this
time! Walking through the sand dunes that back the little secluded beach, it’s
almost like I’m going on a nice stroll to the beach for a day out. The weather
is warm, but not unbearably so, no wind to speak of. Probably good weather for
sun bathing, or maybe today, fighting. And then as I pass through a little gap
in the dunes, there she is, the blonde bitch who I’ve fought with so little
success in the past. Standing there, hands on hips, she stares right through me
as I step on to the beach, unmoved by my presence it seems. I have to admit that
she is a good match for me physically; an inch shorter, a few pounds lighter,
she’s every bit as strong as me and she knows how to use all of that curvy body
as a weapon in a catfight. But so do I, I remind myself as I walk up to her.
‘So, you came then
cunt?’ Sara sneers at me. ‘I thought you’d be too chicken shit after your last
two beatings. You’re brave, I’ll give you that….’ She smirks at me.
‘Fuck you bitch!’ I
shoot back as she stands there adjusting her scarlet bikini. ‘I’m ready for you
and I’m going to make you beg me to stop this time blondie’
‘I’d love to see that,
cunt!’ she fires back, moving forward to stand breast to breast with me on the
beach. I feel the familiar rush, that tingle of excitement as our bodies touch
for the first time; the thrill of combat to come sending an electric charge
through both of our bodies I’m sure. Face to face now, noses almost touching as
well, Sara re-emphasises her last insult ‘CUNT!’ she yells, straight in my face.
‘Fucking whore!’ I spit
back at her as time seems to stand still there before, as if on an unseen
signal, both of us are in each other’s hair, ripping and tearing at each other.
I feel the burning sensation in my scalp as Sara’s fingers drag across it,
knowing that she feels the exact same thing from my hands tangled in her blonde
hair. I swing a knee at her, hoping for a pussy strike early in the match, she
blocks it, my knee harmlessly catching her thigh instead. ‘Fuck’ I think to
myself as caught off balance now, the grip Sara has of my hair puts me down in
the soft sand. At least I think it’s soft enough until she bounces the back of
my head off it twice. A little dazed, I manage to scissor her right leg,
stopping her from moving up to pin me. The blonde knows she’s in charge though
right now, forcing my right boob out of my halter top and I grit my teeth as she
attacks, a punch, followed by a heavy-handed slap which she converts quickly to
a mauling grab. I let out an involuntary gasp of pain as I feel her nails
sinking into my tit; still held by the hair too, I start to look for a way out.
Grabbing the bitch’s long blonde hair, I pull her down towards me and then with
my free hand, deliver a right hand into her rib cage.
‘That all you’ve got
cunt?’ she sneers at me as I swing again. By the third time one lands, she’s not
looking quite so cocky though, and as my knuckles test her body once more, she’s
suddenly looking to get away from me. It’s a minor victory though as she keeps
her grip of my hair forcing me half upright and with my side exposed to her, I
feel her knee crash hard into my ribs sending me sprawling into the sand. I roll
quickly to the side, just feeling her toes brush against my body as I evade a
follow up soccer kick to the body before I grab her ankle, bringing her down
into the sand with me. Diving at the blonde bitch, we wrap hands in each other’s
hair once more, rolling in the sand in a snarling, angry catball as we trade
insults and hair pulling, looking for the advantage. I look for another knee to
the pussy, this time more successfully as I roll Sara beneath me and look to set
about pressing her body into the sand. A second knee helps me to quell any
resistance she might be about to muster and then I’m all over her, legs
spreading hers in a grapevine as I hammer at her ribs and belly with my fists,
each meeting of knuckles and body drawing a little groan from her. I let out a
moan of my own as I fell her tearing at my hair, her nails dragging across my
scalp, but I pay her back in kind, nails dragging across her body before I dip
my head forward, hungrily sinking my teeth into the tits that have caused me so
many problems in previous fights.
‘Fucking cunt!’ she
snarls at me as I move my head away from her quickly, not letting her grip my
head to pull me into a smother. A hard slap cracks off my face, stinging my
cheek before she rears a fist back before punching hard into my tits. ‘Blonde
slut!’ I fire back along with a right hand just under the armpit that puts paid
to that immediate resistance so I think, but she grabs at my boobs once more,
nails and strong fingers mauling me as I hear myself cry out in pain. Replying
in kind, I latch a hand on to each of her breasts, twisting and mauling hard as
we both squeal and scream at each other through the pain. I use my position on
top of Sara now, forgoing the grapevine totals as I try to bear down hard on
her, working her tits over for all I’m worth. Lost in the moment though,
convinced I’m gaining the upper hand, I expect Sara to grab my wrists as she
releases my breasts, but no, she’s more cunning than that, instead slamming a
right hand into my crotch. ‘Nnnnggghhhhhh!’ I groan as her knuckles crash into
the front of my bikini; there’s no time to recover from that either as a second
shot crashes home after the first, and then a slight bridge from Sara removes me
from position on top of her. Rolling into the sand, I involuntarily reach for
the pain between my thighs, a mistake I realise too late as the bitch is on me.
A handful of hair brings me to my knees before a hard knee to the side of the
head dazes me a little. The next thing I know, her hand is between my legs, me
feet are pointing at the sky, and then I’m dropped hard in the sand in a body
slam by the blonde who takes it up a gear looking to beat me down and take me
out. She lands on top of me, knees landing on my chest as I gasp, winded from
the impact. A handful of hair lifts my head from the sand, allowing her to crack
slaps off both cheeks.
I grab for her free
hand, hoping to stop the onslaught, but Sara brushes my attempt aside, slaps,
then back hands me across the face, and then she’s in my hair, a double handful
as she pulls my face tightly into her crotch. ‘Submit cunt?’ she asks as she
tries to pussy smother me. I dig my feet into the sand, but the soft, loose
surface gives me no purchase to bridge. Sara senses it too, shifting forward a
little more, pushing her crotch harder on to my face, as she covers my nose and
mouth an I know I’m in trouble for the first time in the match. It’s no time to
panic, but that’s easier said than done when you’re trapped and struggling to
breathe! I rake my nails down her thighs to no avail, swing a couple of
ineffective punches at her body and then, go back to another ineffective attempt
at a bridge.
‘Give up you worthless
fuck!’ Sara taunts, crowing now that she has the upper hand, and given the
pre-agreed rules of multiple submissions until one gives up the match, I agree,
crying out a muffled ‘I give!’. It’s a risk I suppose, the blonde bitch could
just keep smothering me and try to claim the quick win, but her ego won’t let
her turn down the chance to punish me some more, so she lets me back to my feet
before rushing me with a clotheslining that bowls me into the sand once more.
Head spinning more than a little, I try to get my self together, but I’m
suddenly gagging, struggling for breath as a soccer kick slams into my belly.
The blonde bitch is all over me now as I desperately look to cover up,
scrambling away if I can as a barrage of kicks and slaps rain down on me.
Trapped on my back, Sara reaches over me to grab my auburn hair and once again I
feel the burning pain in my scalp as she pulls hard now. I’m trapped in a seated
position, head pulled painfully by Sara’s iron grip on my hair and the bitch
looks to thread her foot between my legs for a crotch kick. Defending again, I
take a swipe at her ankles, knocking her off balance a little. Again, she tries,
and I block before, with her a little off balance, I strike back, raking a kick
across her belly from my position on the floor.
The air is expelled from
her lungs as she snarls ‘cunt!’ at me in a gasp of air as the heel of my foot
sinks into her stomach a second time and she falls to the sand close to my feet.
Hurting from the blonde bitch’s early attacks, now it’s my turn to attack,
grabbing a shock of blonde hair before slapping at her body and breasts. Making
sure to drag my nails cruelly across her skin as I do so. This is a catfight,
and there’s no room for niceties against a bitch like Sara. She’s quick to
recover too, her hand pulling on the front of my bikini, pulling it up into a
wedgie that I quickly put to a stop with a series of slaps to her face, forcing
her to cover up. Staying on her, I pull her to her feet by the hair, taking a
punch to the stomach before delivering an uppercut to the jaw, sending her
crumpling to the sand at my feet. The pace has been fast and there’s no time to
let up as I stomp on her side, before diving down on top of her with a full body
splash. I feel a satisfying weakening of the blonde beneath me as I crush her
with my body and then slide my body into position to snap her legs wide open
with a grapevine. ‘Give up bitch!’ I snarl in her face, not waiting for an
answer before I treat to her a bit of her own medicine plunging my breasts in to
her face in a tight breast smother. God knows I’ve spent enough time in her
version of this hold; it might not be my best move, but a set of E cup breasts
in your face can be a pretty effective weapon!
Still, I let out a bit
of a cry as Sara’s nails sink into the side of my breasts, looking to force me
off her. I respond to that, looking to spread her legs wider as I do so, and I
can feel the blonde’s legs quivering as she tries to battle mine unsuccessfully.
Grabbing both of her wrists now, I pin her firmly in the sand, breasts in her
face and I settle in for the long haul with the breast smother. Helen’s advice
to me suggested that she hates to submit to her own hold; that makes it a
perfect move to punish her and wear her down I hope. Releasing one hand, I slip
my right arms between our bodies, sliding it across her throat in a loose choke
hold that adds to her predicament I think. Immediately though, I feel the bitch
wrap her hand in my hair, looking to use it to pull my breasts out of her face.
Perhaps a mistake on my part to go for the choke, but a quick and nasty rake of
the eyes puts her back in her place as she cries out a muffled ‘fucking cheating
bitch!’ as my breasts push squarely into her face once more.
‘Give up if you don’t
like it slut!’ I remind her as my body slowly but surely starts to grind her
into the beach again. I know that she won’t give up, not easily, not yet; the
longer I get to punish her though, smother her with my tits, the better for me.
I release one of her hands again, raking my nails down her side and thigh, but
she fires back, slamming a fist into my ribs. ‘Ooooff!’ I let out as I feel her
knuckles testing my body once more before I get back control of her hand again,
pinning it above her head to the sand. Now she’d carrying all of my weight as I
press down on her as hard as I can, tits in her face once more and I can feel
her struggling even more for air now. But she still won’t give up, replying with
a muffled ‘fuck off!’ when I ask her again. ‘All good by me bitch’ I think to
myself, now convinced that Helen has hit on the perfect strategy for beating
her. I’m happy to stay on top, patient, waiting for her to tire herself out as
she tries to dig her heels into the sand in a futile attempt to buck me off.
‘I can’t breathe’ I hear
the blonde bitch whining from beneath me.
‘Submit then you stupid
slut! I remind her, grinding my breasts even more firmly into her face to make
sure there’s no way out.
‘No, I won’t‘ I hear her
reply as she tries once again to force her way out from under me. This time, I
raise my body slightly, giving her hope before I drop back, slamming my belly
into hers as I push her back into the sand. I don’t ask her again if she wants
to give, I’m happy to let her reach that conclusion on her own. She’s not used
to being caught in this position though, and not sure I won’t take the chance
for the quick win myself, she tires herself some before finally blurting out ‘I
submit!’
‘I thought so’ I sneer
confidently in her face before carrying on with my attack, bringing her to her
feet before delivering a straight punt to the crotch. Not letting her drop as I
keep hold of her hair, I floor her with a hard clothesline instead, sending the
blonde flying back into the sand. I’m on top and determined not to let it slip
as I take up a position behind her before clubbing her across the shoulders with
a double fisted blow to put her on her belly down in the sand. She’s an inviting
target as I drop both of my knees into her lower back, her back instantly
arching involuntarily in pain as she cries out from the impact and I wrap my arm
tightly around her throat. Having spent two or three minutes getting smothered,
the last thing she needs right now is a choke hold, believe me, I’ve been there.
Immediately both of her
hands grab at my forearm around her throat, the nails digging into my skin. I’m
quick to reply in kind though wrapping the fingers of my other hand in Sara’s
blonde hair, digging my nails into her scalp as she lets out a strangled cry of
pain. ‘Give it up bitch!’ I suggest as a I tighten my choke hold oblivious to
her nails tearing at my forearm still. She’s not one for quitting though, I’ll
give her that much as she simply doesn’t reply and instead she redoubles her
frantic efforts to escape the choke hold. I think I finally have her as her
hands pull away from my forearm, scrabbling at the sand; just in time I realise
that she has a handful of sand that she throws at my face. Eyes shut to defend
against that, I’m surprised as I feel the sharp pain of a back hand or maybe
even an elbow to the face and suddenly I’m the one knocked into the sand, on my
back as I try to regain my senses quickly. I feel her grab the front of my
bikini top, wrenching it from my body with ease before grabbing two handfuls of
my hair to haul me to my feet. I’ve barely stopped screaming at the bitch in
protest when she sticks her foot in my belly and monkey flips me to the sand.
Catching a glimpse of
the perfect blue sky, I wheel through the air, attempting to brace for the
inevitable hard landing. ‘Oooooff!’ I groan as the air is driven from my body by
the landing in the apparently not so soft sand. Instinctively I roll as I hit
the sand though, narrowly avoiding a flying elbow drop as the blonde also lands
hard in the sand of her own accord, and temporarily both winded, there is the
briefest lull in the action as we both try to will our bodies back into the
fight. I gather myself first, going to Sara’s hair as we both get to our knees,
she responds cruelly, sinking her nails into the underside of my right boob as I
let out a corresponding shriek of pain. ‘Cunt!’ she snarls at me as I twist her
head and neck painfully by the hair. ‘Fucking slut!’ I respond as she twists my
boob before sinking those nails back in sending shots of pain through my body;
both on our knees down in the sand, the fight has become a war of attrition as
we both look to punish and wear the other out. I’m getting the worst end of it
though as she works my boob over pretty well causing me to cry out in pain.
Looking to release her hair, I fire back with a right hand to the body, only
catching her a glancing blow as she shifts cleverly and the bitch is quick to
respond, her other hand closing around my throat in a tight choke. My protests
about the boob maul are somewhat muffled as she tries to choke that second
submission out of me, and I’m suddenly fading quickly from her powerful grip. In
desperation, I push up her scarlet bikini top, exposing her impressive tits as
well now as I snap an uppercut in to the underside of them, but to little effect
as she takes it, telling me to ‘submit you little fucking pussy!’
I manage a strangled
‘fuck you!’ in defiance, but still trapped in the blonde bitch’s powerful choke
hold, I’m in trouble. Getting ever more desperate, a moment of clarity comes
into my thinking; she’s choking me with her right arm out straight, hand
grasping my throat. It’s the same arm that her opponent had worked on so much
during her recent title defence for the Hong Kong syndicate. On the verge of
having to submit anyway, I chance it, swinging two powerful punches up into her
armpit, and I succeed in breaking the choke now as she wrings her arm and
shoulder in some pain. Unwisely now, she continues working on my tits for a
moment and I strike again with a powerful forearm to the chest, knocking her
back into the sand. I’m fast to get to my feet, but in no rush to get straight
on top of her, cautious instead that she could catch me if I rush into her, so
she gets back to her feet, removing her own partly dislodged bikini top as we
rejoin the fight, both topless now.
The action has moved a
little closer to the sea now, as we’re circling each other, half in and half out
of the wetter, firmer sand where the surf has recently been. As we come
together, both of us go for the same attack, two hands buried in each other’s
long hair, tearing, pulling and ripping as we snarl insults and defiance in the
others face. She shoots a knee into my body, taking my breath away and in a
flash, I’m thrown down the beach, landing hard in the firm, wet sand now. It
coats my body a little as I roll across it, mixing with the sweat, scratching
lightly at my skin. There’s little time to recover either as Sara rushes in to
aim a soccer kick at my body which I’m able to defend, catching her foot and
using it to tip her to the sand. I lunge, grabbing her hair to make sure she
stays down as I fold her right arm behind her head, pinned flat to the sand, I’m
able to control that with the same hand that’s wrapped tightly in her golden
blonde hair. Now I look to get control of her left hand which is currently
scratching at my body. A couple of left hand punches to her armpit get her
attention and then as I sink my nails into her breasts, she comes to me,
grabbing for my hand to stop the tit torture, and I’m able to pin that one to
the sand, sitting on her just below her breasts before shifting slightly to trap
her arms beneath my knees.
‘Got you now bitch!’ I
tell her gleefully as I start to rake her tits with my sharp nails.
‘Fuck you cunt!’ she
snarls back defiantly, but she’s trapped pretty well and she knows it too as I
hammer six hard punches into the armpit. I’m going to test how that shoulder
feels, and the little grunt of pain each time my fist connects makes me think
that the answer is probably ‘not so great’. Still, I don’t limit my attacks to
her arm as I sink my nails back into her tits again as I invite her to ‘give the
match slut?’
There’s defiance and
pain in her eyes in equal measure, but no reply as I claw her armpit now,
causing her to cry out in pain before I deliver a cross punch to her jaw. It’s
not my best ever punch, delivered a little awkwardly, but she’s not expecting it
and dazed as she is by it, she doesn’t spot me rubbing my hand in the wet sand,
coating my fingers before wrapping them around her right breast in a sandy
breast maul that draws an instant shriek of anguish from Sara. Her cries of pain
are music to my ears as they intensify when I start another sandy twist of her
breast; it might not draw the submission from her, but there’s no question it’s
softening her up. Breaking from the boob maul for a moment, I crash two punches
into her armpit while I still have her right arm folded behind her head, torqued
just enough to make each punch that little bit more effective. ‘Give up bitch?’
I ask her again, cutting short her reply with another sandy tit maul that leads
to a cry of pain instead of her answering the question. I can tell that I’m
hurting her now, but she’s tough to submit. I go back to the body now, punches
to the breasts, the stomach, all looking to soften her up before I decide to
bring her back to her feet once more.
That’s a bad move as it
turns out as the blonde bitch rakes my eyes, taking me by surprise and following
up with a right hand to the jaw dropping me to my knees. Blinking my eyes
frantically, I just about get my arms up to block her thigh strike to the face,
avoiding the worst of it although it still knocks me back into the sand. There’s
little time to recover, Sara taking a handful of hair to force me to all fours
before she drops to her own knees, elbow crashing into the back of the head and
sending me a little dazed onto my belly in the sand. Immediately she’s on me
again with a big splash across me lower back and then I feel her fingers lacing
through my hair as she uses it to yank me back to my feet. ‘Bitch!’ I complain
as my neck feels the strain from her hair pulling; that pain is followed quickly
by the stinging pain of a back handed slap to the cheek and then she pushes hard
on the back of my head, forcing my face into the wet sand as she tries to use it
as an ally for a smothering attack. I turn my face on the way down, just enough
to avoid the worst of it, but with my face pinned to the sand by a tight grip of
my hair, the bitch slaps hard and often, punishing me and trying to force me to
give up.
I cry out in frustration
more than anything as I’m pinned there in the sand, the slaps sting, but they’re
not going to force me to submit, not today. Sara knows that too I think, though
it doesn’t diminish her enthusiasm as she hammers away; I can feel her legs
trying to trap mine too, perhaps looking to spread me with an inverted
grapevine. Fighting against that as best I can face down and ass up on the
beach, I try to find anyway back into the fight again, managing to grab her
blonde hair as it strays into my reach. I pull that as hard as I can while she
succeeds in spreading me with the inverted grapevine and again we’re snarling
and yelling insults and defiance at each other down in the sand. ‘Give up cunt?’
she asks me as her strong thighs keep me spread wide. ‘Fuck you, I’ll make you
bald whore!’ I reply, hoping that’s clear enough for her on whether I’m going to
submit to her as I yank hard on her hair once more hearing a little yelp of pain
that makes me think I’m having an impact on her now. She decides against
carrying on with the grapevine now, trying to bring me back to my feet and I
realise this might be my chance. As she stands over me, I rise up slowly before
slamming a punch straight up into the pussy. The look on her face shows me that
she just didn’t see it coming even before the guttural groan of pain as she
drops to her knees in front of me, both hands clutching her pussy.
A short headbutt to her
chest sends her onto her back in the sand, but now I know that I have to take
advantage, so tired and sore as I am, I’m straight over to her. Pulling her up
by her long blonde hair, I shoot a knee hard up into her belly, looking to drive
the air from her body. Holding her up now by the hair, I go for a second knee
lift into the pussy; she’s defenceless to it and the howl of pain from her tells
me that I’ve got her now as I allow her to crumple to the beach. Grabbing her by
her blonde hair now, I drag her squealing down the beach towards the sea. I have
plans for her, but first of all, I drive a knee into her ribs, making sure that
she stays well under my control. Then we arrive at the edge of the sea where I
pull her to her feet once move, sliding my hand between her thighs and lifting
her, I body slam her there on the firm sand. There’s no real give in that
surface I know, and she moans from the impact, rolling and clutching her side
for the brief moments that I let her before pulling her back to her feet,
lifting her again and this time delivering an across the knee backbreaker,
before pushing her off my knee into the edge of the surf. The spray of the water
hits my body, refreshingly cool as it kicks up from her impact in it. I know it
won’t be refreshing her too much though this time as I drop down hard,
straddling her as I let my butt crash into her belly.
Grabbing her hands now,
I pin them to the sand above her head as a wave breaks gently across her body,
her nipples stiffening involuntarily from the cool water. Dipping my head
forward, I take one of those stiff nipples in my mouth, nipping at it with my
teeth as she whines in protest now. That’s not my plan to finish her though and
as I release her nipple from my mouth, I fight to wrap her legs up in a
grapevine. She defends, legs lifted into the air looking to keep them out of my
grasp, but it’s a waiting game now as I switch my grip so that I can keep both
hands pinned firmly to the sand with just my right hand. With my left, I pull
her scarlet coloured thong into a wedgie, pulling hard and as she starts to cry
out from that, I push the thong down on to her thighs, leaving her fully exposed
to a left handed pussy claw that immediately sees her legs drop and then I have
her, legs controlled and slowly, surely spread by mine as I release that pussy
claw. Another wave breaks against our bodies now, and I’m setting her up to
finish her off as my legs win their battle with hers, a cry of pain escaping her
lips as I spread her wide now, her legs suddenly giving up the fight.
‘You’re going out now
slut!’ I spit in her face as I quickly wrap my arms behind her head and pull her
face firmly into my breasts to show her my very own version of the super
smother. Immediately, I feel the vibration of her attempts to breathe against
the naked skin of my breasts, and I try to pull her face even further into my
breasts, her nose and mouth covered firmly by my breasts. It’s simply a matter
of time now I know as I maintain the hold while the cool water of the gulf
continues to break against out intertwined bodies. I can feel as much as hear
her continued moans and groans against my skin as she starts to fade in the
smother now. She gets a hand free, groping for a target as she becomes
increasingly desperate, scratching as my shoulders and back before hooking on to
the waistband of my white bikini briefs. I grit my teeth as I feel the fabric
starting to cut into me, determined not to be distracted by her attack, but I
quickly feel the strength starting to go out of the attempt.
‘I submit!’ she blurts
out, muffled by my boobs in her face, hoping to be turned loose.
‘Not today you bitch!’ I
reply ‘you’re going out!’ I tell her as I keep my tits planted squarely in her
face. Our bodies glisten in the late afternoon sun, a sheen of sweat and sea
spray covering us as the struggle starts to come to an end.
‘No……..no’ I hear her
moan now, but there’s no way out for her and it just takes a few more moments as
I feel her start to go limp, the air starved from her by my smother hold, A
couple more seconds just to make sure the bitch isn’t faking it, and then I
climb off her, removing her thong fully as I drag her ass just clear of the
surf. There is nobody about to witness the victory, but we both know the score
as I turn on my heel, collect my white bikini top from further up the beach
where she threw it during the fight.
It’s hard to describe the feeling I guess as I pick my way back through the sand
dunes to the beach hut where I left Steve before the match. I’m not surprised
that I won the match in many ways; I thought I had her number this time, but I’m
elated that everything went perfectly to the plan we had hatched. Does it change
anything I wonder to myself? Probably not; it doesn’t take away from the wins
she’s had against me, but to finally dominate the blonde bitch in my own victory
is satisfying to say the least. I enter the beach hut now, telling Steve to go
tell Danny that he’d best go and retrieve his woman from the beach as I hang my
bikini top on the back of the chair and sit down. Sore and tires from the match,
I’m smiling as I think just how I beat Sara at her own game!
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