One Blonde Too Many
by NRG
A two-timing boyfriend causes a violent catfight between two beautiful blondes.

I was sitting in my usual spot at the bar, when a mat of mine walked in 
with his new girlfriend.
"Evening Phil, what are you having?" I asked as I gave the blonde on his 
arm the once over. She was about five foot three with shoulder length 
blonde hair and clear blue eyes. Dressed in tight, white denim shorts and a 
white crop top which showed off her lightly tanned and perfectly flat 
belly. Her top was barely able to contain her large young breasts and a 
pair of knee length, white leather boots completed her outfit. It never 
failed to amaze me that an ugly bloke like Phil always managed to find the 
prettiest girls. I mean Phil could have got a job as Frankenstein's 
monster's stunt double.
"I'll have a pint of lager," he replied.
"What about the young lady?" I asked waiting for an introduction.
"Oh Penny will have a pint of lager as well, won't you Pen?"
"No, I won't, I'll have a dry white wine please."
"Fine," I said, rattling my now empty glass on the bar to attract the 
landlord's attention. After getting the drinks, I suggested that we sit at 
one of the tables. As we sat, I introduced myself to the delightful Penny
"I'm Nigel by the way," and then looking straight down at her ample chest 
said, "if either of those puppies is for sale I'll take the one with the 
brown nose." Phil almost choked on his beer as he laughed at my old joke 
and penny blushed, before replying.
"You might find them a bit too much of a handful grand-dad."
"Touche," I responded ignoring the jibe at my age. I was in fact three 
years younger than her thirty-seven-year-old boyfriend, despite the grey 
streaks in my hair.
We had been chatting for a while and Penny had gone to the loo, when the 
door of the pub swung open and another blonde walked in. She was tall, 
about five foot eight with short business like hair, wearing black high 
heels, black seamed stockings and a very short black mini dress. I 
recognised her straight away, it was Tina, Phil's previous girlfriend. I 
gave Phil a kick under the table and nodded so that he would look over his 
shoulder.
"Oh shit!" he hissed to me, "she's supposed to be away on some office 
training course." From this it didn't need Sherlock Holmes to realise that 
he hadn't broken up with Tina before taking up with Penny. Tina spotted us 
and walked over.
"There may be trouble ahead," I sang, earning myself a sharp kick in the 
shin from Phil. "Hello Tina, fancy a drink?" This offer earned me another 
bruise on my shin and a malevolent glare from Phil. I stood up to go to the 
bar just as penny returned from the toilet.
"Hi, you must be Nigel's wife," she said to Tina, "I'm Penny, Phil's 
girlfriend." Tina looked more than slightly bemused by this revelation and 
Phil was pushing his chair backwards ready to make a quick getaway.
"You're what?" replied Tina as she realised what Penny had just said.
"I'm Phil's girlfriend," repeated Penny, louder this time, thinking that 
Tina must be slightly deaf. By now Phil was on his feet ready to make a 
break for the door.
"What would Phil want with a fat little Trollope like you?" she said 
looking down her nose at the shorter girl. Penny, who still thought that 
Tina was my wife, looked at me, bunched her fists menacingly and said.
"You'd better tell your missus to watch who she is calling a Trollope."
"I'm not his missus! You stupid little cow!" shrieked Tina making the whole 
pub stop and look in her direction. This was one insult too many for Penny 
who promptly smacked Tina hard on the chin, sending her flying backwards 
onto a table covered in glasses. Glasses crashed to the floor spilling beer 
everywhere as the table tipped over under the impact Tina's shapely bottom. 
The whole pub had a fine view of her creamy white thighs and tight black 
panties as she continued to tumble onto her back. I stood there stunned by 
the suddenness of Penny's attack but the landlord, Malcolm dashed out from 
behind his bar and grabbed Penny before she could follow up her attack.
"If you wanna brawl, take it outside," he said, shoving Penny towards the 
door, where Phil had halted when he heard the sound of breaking glass. Tina 
had now regained her feet and charged after her attacker but was held back 
by one of the other bar staff.
"Let me go," she cried, "I'll kill the little bitch." 
"Not in my bloody pub you won't," answered Malcolm, and then to me he said, 
"If they want to carry this on, take 'em round your gaff where they can 
fight undisturbed." Malcolm knew that I had a large-secluded garden and he 
had been present when we had held a wrestling party there. Phil heard what 
was said and nodding to me led Penny away. I turned to Tina.
"Do you really want to fight her?"
"Yes!" she replied angrily. "Of course I do. I'm not going to let her get 
away with that."
"Okay I'll take you round the corner to my place and you can finish it 
there," I said, hardly able to believe my luck. What had started out as a 
few pints and a take-away curry before falling asleep in front of the TV, 
looked like developing into an interesting evening.
It was less than a two minute walk from the pub top my house. When we got 
there, we went straight round to the back garden and found Phil and Penny 
already waiting for us. I had to restrain Tina as s she tried to attack 
Penny as soon as she saw her.
"Hang on a minute if you two are going to have a scrap, let's make sure 
that neither has an unfair advantage," I said.
"What sort of advantage?" asked Phil.
"Well, those boots for starters, "I said, taking a lingering look at 
Penny's strong and shapely legs. If she kicks out with them she could do 
some serious damage, the same goes for all the rings that Tina is wearing." 
Both girls, eager to get on with it quickly got rid of their footwear and 
jewellery, then moved to face one another in the middle of the lawn.
They circled warily like a pair of cats, each waiting for the other to make 
the first move. Penny shot out her fist, hoping to repeat the success she 
had enjoyed earlier but Tina saw it coming this time and swayed out of 
range. Off balance, having thrown all her weight into the punch Penny 
stumbled forward, allowing Tina to grab her by the hair. Yanking hard 
downwards Tina slammed her nylon-encased knee into the shorter girl's face, 
without releasing the long blonde tresses, she kneed Penny twice more, one 
in the face and then even harder into her chest.
"She's going to kill her!" exclaimed Phil moving towards the two girls.
"Don't interfere," I told him, pulling him back, "let them finish it their 
own way."
Tina released Penny's hair and let her fall to her knees on the short 
grass.
"Had enough you little whore?"
Penny shook her head. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and blood was 
dripping from her nose to stain her once immaculate white top.
"Okay then," said Tina drawing back a shapely leg ready to kick her sobbing 
foe, "you asked for it."
As Tina's leg came rushing forward Penny grabbed it with both hands, stood 
up suddenly, tipping the taller girl over and onto her back. Once again 
Phil and I were treated to a fine view of stocking tops and suspenders. 
Before Tina could recover, the smaller blonde had leapt on top of her 
reaching out to get a grip on her short blonde hair and bang her head on 
the hard ground. Tina retaliated by taking a big handful of Penny's hair. 
They struggled on the ground like this for some time both giving out little 
squeaks and sobs of pain as first one, then the other gained the upper 
hand. Neither girl was prepared to release her two-handed grip on her 
rival's hair.
Eventually Penny was forced to let go, as Tina had managed to wrap her legs 
round her waist to trap her in a scissor hold. Still holding Penny's hair, 
Tina was now firmly in control and she asked again.
"Had enough yet bitch?"
"NO!" wailed Penny, not knowing which was worse, the agony from having her 
hair pulled out by the roots or the crushing pressure on her stomach from 
Tina's powerful thighs. Desperate to break free, she punched Tina hard in 
her right breast. Yelping in pain from this unexpected attack she relaxed 
her grip on the long blonde hair. Penny drove her fist home again, sinking 
her hard little knuckles deep into the soft flesh of her enemy's tit. 
Clutching at this new source of pain, Tina released her scissors, and the 
two young women rolled apart. Tina's dress was now badly ripped and her 
stockings were laddered and torn. Penny's shorts were stained with grass, 
dirt and blood from her nose, which had also ruined her top. Both girls 
made the most of the short break in hostilities, standing up and taking 
long deep breaths. Looking at their dishevelled appearance it was clear 
that neither of them would be partying tonight.
Snarling like wild animals, the two blondes flew at each other in a frenzy 
of kicks, slaps and punches, punctuated with grunts and squeals of pain. 
Tina's open handed slaps didn't carry enough weight to hold Penny off. 
Slowly Penny began to drive the taller girl back across the grass, her hard 
little fists landing with increasing frequency on Tina's tits and face. 
Forced to her knees by a hard punch to the stomach she threw her arms 
around Penny's legs and brought her down on top of her. Once again they 
rolled around on the floor. Penny finally found herself on top and astride 
Tina's chest. She stretched her arms out above her head and sneered.
"How do you like it now you fucking cow?"
Tina spat at her tormentress and struggled to throw her off.
"You'll pay for that you bitch!" screamed Penny, sliding further up the 
other girl's chest until the tight white material of her shorts was only 
inches from her face. It looked to be all over as Tina's struggles began to 
subside.
"Who's a whore now then?" crowed Penny, lowering her crotch to smother 
Tina's face. The triumphant expression on Penny's face suddenly changed to 
one of immense pain and she let out a scream like a wounded animal, as Tina 
sank her teeth into the most intimate part of her anatomy. Releasing Tina's 
arms and grabbing at the source of her agony, Penny rolled off Tina and lay 
sobbing on the grass. Leaping onto the shorter blonde Tina forced her onto 
her back trapping her arms with her legs and totally immobilising her. 
Pulling off Penny's skimpy top she attacked the unfortunate girl's tits, 
crushing and squeezing the nipples and occasionally slapping the younger 
girl round the face. Penny just lay there in tears as Tina continued to 
torture her large young breasts.
"Get off," she sobbed.
"Say, I'm a fat little whore," demanded Tina.
"I'm a fat little whore," she whispered.
"Louder bitch!"
"I'M A FAT LITTLE WHORE!" screamed the defeated blonde.
Satisfied that he'd won, Tina punched Penny once more hard in the middle of 
her face and then stood up. Penny stayed on the ground crying, all the 
fight knocked out of her, as a parting shot Tina kicked her once more, this 
time between the legs, making her cry out loud in pain. Tina turned and 
walked away. Phil went over to her.
"Bloody hell!" he said, "I didn't know you had it in you." Without 
answering him, she put her arms round Phil's neck as if she was going to 
kiss him, then suddenly brought her knee sharply upwards.
"That's for you, you two-timing bastard!" she snarled as Phil sank gagging 
to her knees, "Don't ever bother calling me again!" and kneed him again, 
this time full in the face, knocking right onto his back before turning and 
storming out of the garden. Penny had recovered enough to stand up. 
Replacing her top, she walked towards Phil who was just beginning to stand 
up, clutching his groin.
"Don't call me either," she said and punched him hard in the face before 
she too grabbed her things and stormed off.
"Didn't come out of that too well?" I chuckled as I helped him back to his 
feet.
"I dunno," he said wiping away the blood that had started to run from his 
nose, "I've still got a date tomorrow night with Sharon from behind the bar 
of White Horse."
I shook my head in disbelief and said.
"Well, I'm off for that quiet drink, coming?"