Maggie & Bertha
By Punch


Midnight, Brooklyn near the docks at the turn of the century...

On a dark moonless night, the big figure of a woman waited under 
the shadows of the gas-lit back street.  It was in the factory 
district and at that hour was completely deserted but for the 
trash that the end of the industrial revolution piled into heaps 
and littered the alley-ways with...

Bertha knew that Maggie had to come this way to get to the 'Black 
Dog' saloon where they both worked their age-old trade, and where 
their blood feud was born.

A big Scottish woman in her fifties that whored in a last chance 
dive like the 'dog' had little use for the competition that the 
large Irish prostitute presented her with.  Times were tough, as 
her blue threadbare bargirl petticoats attested.  Having a truly 
massive bosom helped, but the fact was that she still needed to 
overcome her prospect's intimidation of her five foot ten and 
fourteen stone (two hundred-lbs.) frame.

But ever since the big redheaded whore moved her business into the 
same bar, any sailor that might be swayed by her dubious charms 
could also see clear to steer over to the Irish woman's port.  And 
therein lay the foundation of their deep-seated hostilities.

The echoed clip-clop of high-heeled laced shoes over the cobbles 
brought the blonde-haired Scot out of her reverie as the large 
frame of a redheaded woman came into view...

Maggie, like Bertha, was a big woman in her fifties.  An emigrant 
from her native emerald island, she came to the New World hoping 
for a fresh start two years earlier.  But like the Scottish woman 
found that her prospects were bleak.  And the big blonde, who'd 
only herself had set up shop in the 'Black Dog' barely a month 
before Maggie was trying to force the Irish whore out into the 
streets.

Being a tough Irish lass she stood up toe to toe with the big 
Scottish witch and, had it not been for the barkeep threatening to 
put them both out on the streets, would have killed that bitch a 
long time ago.

As Maggie came into the light of the gas streetlamp Bertha stepped 
out of the shadows.

The redhead stopped dead in her tracks and just stared into the 
hard gaze of her Scottish rival.  Maggie sneered and spat at 
Bertha's high-heeled laceboots.

Spittle, hot and sticky, splattered the toe of the big blonde's 
worn leather shoe and slowly dripped onto the filthy cobblestones.

Bertha's only response was to let down her still-golden tresses 
and shake her head to let them curl down behind her shoulders as 
if to challenge her Irish foe.

What she saw was a woman with huge breasts as big as her own, 
squeezed into a tight faded green outfit with one side of the hem 
hooked up to the waist like the one she wore to show big silk-
stocking encased legs and thighs.  

Shaking her faded crimson locks down to her more than ample 
cleavage, Maggie brushed them back behind her shoulders as well.

Without a word they rushed each other, each hoping to take her big 
rival by surprise.  Their shoulders collided and their faces 
smashed into each other as their hands came up to grab big 
fistfuls of red and gold hair.

Grunting and squealing like hogs on the feed the two heavy amazons 
rocked furiously back and forth while wild strands of hair flew 
about them.  When their leather soled shoes could no longer find 
purchase on the slick cobbles they fell down hard onto the filthy 
stones.

Somehow landing on top, Maggie let go of big Bertha's golden locks 
and purposefully grabbed the bustline of her dress with both hands 
and ripped.

Two incredibly large but dirty tits sprang from their tight 
prison.  Suppressing the searing pain in her scalp Maggie bit down 
hard on the blonde's big exposed left nipple and started to chew 
to her heart's content.

Screaming and thrashing about wildly with her arms and legs, 
Bertha's big right knee blindly smashed into her tormentor's cunt 
sending a shockwave up her body and causing the big crimson-haired 
woman to let go of the breast tip with a scream of her own!

Scrambling on top of her hated competitor the middle-aged Scot 
angrily ripped open the green dress of the big Irishwoman.  
Freeing the redhead's humungous bosom the blonde grabbed the 
Irishwoman's huge right filthy breast with both hands and bit down 
hard on Maggie's own large nipple, causing the redhead to scream 
again to the deserted factory-lined streets in protest.

Though she kneed the blonde woman in the cunt, as was done to her, 
Bertha refused to let go of Maggie's right tit with her teeth.

Both were now over the initial shock of pain from the start of the 
fight and were now digging into their catfighting instincts from 
their years of prostitute experience.  So, though it stretched her 
big pain-wracked breast, the Irishwoman bit down on Bertha's nose 
while twisting hard on her right ear.

It worked!  Bertha let go of the quivering boob and Maggie pushed 
the heavy woman off of her.

They rolled apart quickly and slowly got to their knees while 
nursing massive injured titflesh.

Maggie stood up and let go of her right boob, letting it swing 
defiantly at her Scottish foe.  She then ripped off her the 
remains of her tattered petticoats, fully revealing her baggy lace 
knickers!

Not to be outdone by that Irish tramp Bertha did likewise and even 
gave her big knockers an antagonistic shake at Maggie.  But before 
the pendulous mammary glands even stopped their motion, the big 
redhead tackled the Scotswoman around her vast waist and fell on 
top of her in a heap.

Landing on a pile of filthy rubbish, Maggie's big arms still 
wrapped Bertha's waist, the Scotswoman clamped her right arm 
around the redhead's neck in a tight headlock.  She then reached 
down to grab at Maggie's baggy knickers.  Though (because of the 
way she was positioned) her grip was tenuous, Bertha gave the 
redhead's knickers a hard yank, making the material dig into the 
Irishwoman's cuntflesh with enough force that it started to rip. 

With her left arm Maggie reached up again for another thick 
fistful of Bertha's dirty blonde hair while with her right she 
took hold of the Scot's knickers, wedging them up the crack of her 
large, gelatinous buttocks. Baring her teeth, Maggie bit down hard 
into Bertha's right side.  Bertha thrashed and kicked the big 
redhead off of her ripping the remains of Maggie's knickers in the 
process.

Keeping her grip on the blonde Scotswoman's knickers, Maggie fell 
back, pulling Bertha's already tattered and soiled undergarment 
off with her as well.

Simultaneously the two big nude women started kicking at one 
another.  Their massive legs still had their high heeled laceboots 
securely on their feet and were striking each other with deadly 
force, cutting deep bloody scratches wherever the tapped heels 
made contact.

What Bertha and Maggie were really trying to do was kick their 
deadly weapons into her hated rivals cunt, in hopes of ending her 
career or worse.  Fortunately for both, they were too far apart to 
dig their heels deeply enough into each other's crotches to do any 
more damage than bring excruciating pain to her rival.  Which they 
did.

When they couldn't stand the pain any longer they broke apart and 
started nursing their wounds.  Though both were big tough whores, 
the fight had already taken a terrible toll and Maggie couldn't 
help keep eyes from crying.

Through her tears she looked at her foe and could see that Bertha 
was sobbing as well.

On her side, propped up by an elbow, Bertha saw Maggie looking at 
her.

Maggie's gaze hardened as she saw the big blonde staring back at 
her.  Bertha sneered back and slowly, painfully rose to her feet.

Hissing disdainfully, the redhead forced her pain-wracked body up 
as well.  All the while keeping her baleful stare on her nemesis.

The two large mature whores glared at one another through 
hatefilled eyes still flowing with tears, snorting the moisture 
mingled with the foul odors in the dark night air, legs spread 
defiantly apart.

In the middle of the street, the two of them stood that way for 
what seemed a pregnant eternity.  Each one thinking of how she 
really did hate and despise the woman that now stood before her in 
the gloom.  And the rage swelled again in their already massive 
chests, almost magnetically drawing the two slowly together.  Step 
by heavy step, until their noses were almost touching.

Bertha, remembering that her nose was bitten earlier, suddenly 
grabbed Maggie on either side of her head and chomped down on her 
nose.  Maggie screeched indignantly then grabbed a fistful of 
blonde hair with her left hand and slugged at Bertha's bare belly 
with all the strength she could muster.  Once... twice...  Finally 
on her third punch the Scot gasped and Maggie was able to pry her 
teeth away.

The Irish whore gingerly touched her nose with her left hand and 
was shocked to see her own blood.  When she looked up she was 
treated to the sight of the blonde spitting her own blood mixed 
with wet snot from her nose and the Scot's own hot saliva back 
into her face and mocking her with an evil grin.

Seeing red, literally, Maggie wiped the vile slime from her face.   
She then grabbed both of Bertha's nipples in her hands and 
savagely twisted before the Scotswoman had time to react.  When 
Bertha did react it was with another scream as she tried in vain 
to pry her Irish tormentor's hands away from her most prized 
possessions.

Realizing the futility of her efforts, the blonde reached her own 
hands inside of Maggie's grip and grasped the redhead's nipples in 
retaliation and twisted for all she was worth.  It was now the 
Irish woman's turn to scream as she nearly let go of her own grip 
on Bertha's tits.  Nearly, but not quite... Even still, it was 
enough to encourage Bertha to even squeeze the redhead's nipples 
even harder.  This time it was Maggie's turn to retaliate, even 
through her own screeching...

Both of big whores squealed out in agony while escalating the 
nipple tugging war to new heights.

Their faces inched closer together as they slowly sank to their 
knees.  Soon they were screaming face to face on their knees, 
savagely milking each other's large teats.

Suddenly Maggie spit her some of her own rising bile into Bertha's 
face.  Bertha coughed and angrily spat back at her Irish foe then 
started biting Maggie's upper lip.

Surprised but undaunted the big Irish woman bit into Bertha's 
bottom lip.  With incredible intensity the two mature whores 
stretched each other's lips as they chewed and continued mangling 
titflesh and screeching like banshees.

Each was experiencing the worst pain ether had ever endured but 
their fiery hatred was fueling them on to even greater desire to 
do anything, ANYTHING to hurt, maim or even kill the one woman in 
the entire world she absolutely despised!!!

Like madwomen the two went crazy, letting loose their lip bites 
and turned and twisted their heads like lovers going for a deep 
kiss.  But what they were actually trying to do was bite off each 
other's tongues, knowing that to do so could kill the other big 
woman or at the least disfigure her for life.

Such was their passionate enmity for one another.

But all either Maggie or Bertha was able to get was a glancing nip 
and tooth rake of the tongue tips while each was trying to bite 
the other.  The two sets of teeth gnashed together for the most 
part... but even in this, as they clacked and rasped while yellow 
tarter mixed with blood, they dueled trying to even break or grind 
her rival's teeth to oblivion!

This ended when their lips sealed the malevolent kiss and the foul 
halitosis of their lifestyles passed from one and was inhaled 
roughly by the other.  Bertha and Maggie hacked and coughed then 
spat into each other's faces, spittle and flecks of indigestible 
bits of some forgotten meal were either dripping or sticking 
obscenely to their bleeding faces.

Still coughing and sputtering, the pair now concentrated on the 
other task at hand, maiming her rival's massive mammary glands.  
Cheek to cheek and gasping for precious air, the two middle aged 
women set about doing so with absolutely unbridled malice.

Bertha took both of Maggie's large nipples in either hand as if 
grasping two doorknobs and indeed squeezed and twisted as if 
trying to open the redheaded Irishwoman's chest.  Maggie did 
likewise in return and pulled the angry Scotswoman huge bosom down 
as well.  Bertha grunted in pain and returned the favor, only 
harder!  So Maggie doubled her own effort.

Hissing and spitting the huge blonde and equally big redhead 
pulled, twisted and yanked at each other's gigantic chest 
appendages with nearly unbelievable vigor, stretching the 
mountainous boobs to their agonizing limits.

Maggie eased her pulling on one tit then jerked hard on it again, 
eliciting a quick grunt from Bertha.  She repeated this action on 
the Scotswoman's other tit as well.

Bertha was quick to retaliate, alternating savage tugs on the 
Irishwoman's breasts in a staggered rhythm.

Grunting like rutting animals in heat, the two were soon gasping 
for breath in time with the savage pulling on their huge bosoms.

But something strange started to occur in the depths of both their 
cunts, almost simultaneously.

Barely noticeable at first...

Almost like an itchiness... making both Maggie and Bertha start to 
squirm and slowly gyrate their hips.

Bare cunt-lips were starting to tingle with excitement.

After a while, neither could ignore the writhing sensations.

Maggie couldn't stand it any longer!

The redheaded Irishwoman let go of the big blonde's chest 
appendages and violently grabbed Bertha by the hair on either side 
of her head, then slammed her right knee into the Scotswoman's 
crotch.  Lifting Bertha up and toppling her to her side.  She then 
wrapped both of her massive thighs around the blonde prostitute's 
large right thigh and squeezed for all she was worth.

The Scottish whore let loose Maggie's gigantic tits, savagely 
yanked on her red tresses, then clamped her big thighs around the 
redhead's right thigh in retaliation and pumped it furiously.

Each one was trying to crush the other's inner thighs to pulp, all 
the while smashing their respective nemesis's vagina with her 
thighs and satisfying the in and out urge in her own as well.

Harder and harder the two amazons writhed and constricted their 
thighs.

All the while their faces were crushing into one another as they 
each pulled viciously on each other's locks...

Their eyes, mere centimeters apart, were almost fighting a duel of 
their own.  Staring balefully, deep into the furthest recesses of 
each other's soul.  As if trying to destroy her very spirit with a 
hatefilled glare.

They started to roll to and fro.  Slowly, at first.  Then, as if 
pushed by some unseen force, wildly as snakes in a death duel.

Each woman was on top for an instant, pulling hard on her rival's 
hair.  The other would then force her off and tightened her thighs 
and gelatinous ass-cheeks in a shuddering spasm.

Suddenly, a hungry mouth found another hungry mouth and each 
jammed sideways deeply into the other. 

And this time it was a kiss!

But no ordinary kiss in the heat of passion...

Two tongues, extremely long, powerful and expertly nimble from 
decades of concentrated use were furiously wrestling.  Each one 
trying to force its way down the other's throat.

No longer able look at her hated rival while this was happening, 
Maggie and Bertha closed their eyes while they tongue dueled.

A hand snaked down and grabbed hard at a breast, eliciting a gasp 
from Bertha.  And the Irish whore retaliated.  All the while the 
two savagely kissed humped and pulled hair at the same time!  
Their tongues in a serious war of their own.

Unable to stave off the inevitable any longer, first one pair of 
magnificently amazonian thighs tightened then released all the 
force of an unprecedentedly powerful and explosive orgasm that was 
followed immediately by the it's equally huge womanly counterpart 
climaxing as neither big woman ever had before!

In another time and in another world, this would have bonded the 
two giantesses together in a way nothing else ever could.

Two such extraordinary women would, perhaps, have been meant to be 
comrades.  Or if rivals would at least have been two great female 
warriors battling in mutual respect for all the splendor of a rich 
queendom.

But this was then, in an era of exploitive poverty.  And their 
prize was a filthy and foul spot in a scat-filled cesspool of the 
scum of the rotted underbelly of their society.  And as such 
fought for with the same vile disposition of denizens who had as 
little need of self-esteem as respect for one another's life.

When each woman slowly recovered her wits in turn they resumed 
their battle to its truly bitter end.

Their large hands mutually released their grip of swollen, painful 
and bruised nipples and made their way to her nemesis' unprotected 
throat.

Maggie felt the tight constriction of Bertha's hands wrapping 
tightly around her neck just as her own powerful fingers sought to 
squeeze the life from her hated foe's large body.

Bertha started to gag as the steel bands that were Maggie's death-
grip started choking her.  The big blonde grasped her adversary's 
windpipe even harder as she sought to kill the Irishwoman.

By now neither could gasp nor scream.  Only a loud and angry 
gurgle could be heard as vile spittle started to dribble down the 
corners of the two prostitutes trembling mouths.

The huge Scotswoman's thoughts didn't even consider her own 
mortality as the buxom blonde was consumed with only thoughts of 
killing the big Irishwoman.

Maggie gouged her sharp thumbnails deep into Bertha's thick larynx 
as her own consciousness was fading.  Her last thoughts only, 
"Hate... hate... "

Perhaps there's a special spot in the after world for women that 
die in the act of killing another woman.  It could be Hell, or 
even Valhalla.  This would be where Bertha and Maggie were sending 
each other.

The two massive, voluptuous and filthy nude women were in the last 
throes of a mutual deathgrip as both were slipping from this 
world's existence with no possibility of relent.  Both of their 
huge soft throats were already crushed beyond survivability.

They would be found that way the next morning by the early shift 
of what was left of the mostly laid off crew of workers from that 
depressed end of the beginning of industrialization.  The 
bedraggled workers' eyes were wide open as still were the eyes of 
the Irish and Scottish whores.  Their nude bodies were as cold as 
ice and pale with death.

Their faces frozen in angry hatred for one another for all 
eternity.  With rigormortice their tense bodies couldn't be pried 
apart, even in death.

The coroner would not even be dispatched in the case of the deaths 
of women of their class at that time.  It was obvious to even to 
the most casual observer what had happened between the two big 
whores.

Their bodies would be hauled off by horse and cart to the beggar's 
morgue and left unclaimed till they were buried in an unmarked 
grave in the pauper's cemetery.

Just so much waste to be cast aside in the name of progress.

But in Heaven or even perhaps Hades, the two spirits were still 
and forever embroiled in savage combat.  Achieving a greater glory 
that only warriors can reach and a dignity neither had in life.

The End