Chapter Four
Sara rushed forward, flailing wildly with outstretched arms and clutching fingers for a handful of Mel’s hair. Grasping the blonde firmly by the turf of her hair, she used her momentum to push Mel backwards on her heels.
Weathering the initial shock of Sara’s sudden advance, Mel gathered herself and let the brunette know “she spoke her language”, by seizing Sara’s long dark tresses and pulling fiercely. Checking Sara’s advance, Mel pushed back with all her might and drove her nubile young body against Sara’s with as much strength as she could muster.
Muscles tensed as they heaved into each other, Gasps of exertion and pain echoed throughout the hall as Mel and Sara doubled each other over at the waist. Staggering across the mats, Sara tripped and dragged Mel to the ground with her.
Thudding to the floor on their shoulders, both nubile young women used their arms and legs to instinctively curl around each other in a suffocatingly close clinch. Sara muscled Mel onto her back but couldn’t keep her pinned for long.
Squirming incessantly beneath the brunette, Mel managed to roll Sara off and clamber atop her struggling form. Each woman hissed and cursed at each other, but inwardly they were delighting in the visceral thrill of pushing their bodies against one another.
“Ah God! My nipples! Stop squeezing my tits, ya little blonde bitch!”
“No! Fuck you… Give up!”
“No… Cheating slut!”
Hissing like alley cats, Sara and Mel exchanged slaps and pinches as they rolled across the floor. At surface level, they were two irate young women locked in a tense physical battle. The very picture of feminine rage and fury.
But appearances can be deceiving and despite themselves, both Sara and Mel felt intense arousal at the unfamiliar sensation of being pinned tightly against another woman’s struggling body. Amid combat, sapphic urges flashed behind angry eyes. Sexual attraction competing powerfully with the urge to dominate and subdue.
Mel pinned Sara’s head to the floor by the hair, grimacing as Sara mauled her tits from beneath. The flesh of her buxom breasts bulged between the brunette’s slender, squeezing fingers and despite herself, Mel moaned deeply.
“Fuck bitch… Stop playing with my tits and fight me…”
“Oh, believe me Barbie, I am. It’s not my fault catfighting turns you into a horny, little slut…”
“So, that’s how it is?! Yeah… Well I can fight just as ‘girlie’ as you bitch…”
Reaching backwards and trying to ignore the sweet sensation of Sara roughly groping and squeezing her boobs, Mel used her finger tips to rub and tease Sara’s pussy through her thong. The brunette’s moist little cleft making her skimpy, little thong cling to her pussy.
From the flat of her back, Sara squirmed and groaned. She continued to reach upwards and ineffectively knead Mel’s firm tits; biting her bottom lip to distract herself from the pleasurable sensations emanating from south of the border. Through closed eyes, she exhaled a frustrated sigh.
“Ohh Mel… Are we fighting dirty tonight, bitch?”
“As dirty as you want, slut. I’m going to work your tits and pussy till you squeal for me...”
Grasping the waistband of Mel’s white thong, Sara hoisted the flimsy garment high. The crotch of the blonde’s panties disappearing into the soft, fleshy folds of her labia. Squirming uncomfortably atop Sara’s tummy, Mel tumbled backwards and off the brunette. Both women caught their breath, as they slowly rose from the floor.
Circling warily, they eyed each other hungrily. Their stares infused with an odd combination of sexual tension and competitive spirit. Mel advanced first, then Sara. They meet in the middle of the mats; coming together with a fleshy slap of sweaty skin.
Using the waistband of each other’s thongs for leverage and pushing their tits together, Mel and Sara muscled each other around the mats like sumo wrestlers. Bare feet scuffed the floor as feminine grunts of exertion filled the gymnasium.
“You better fight to stay in those panties, Mel. I get them off and it’s all over…”
Back muscles rippled and thighs tensed; both girls planting their feet and shoving with all their might. Sara, being a little stronger, managed to eke out a slight advantage; gradually hustling Mel backwards.
Pinning her to the wall at the at the edge of the mat, the brunette pressed her tits firmly against Mel’s slightly larger pair. Both women perspiring now. A sheen of sweat evident on their bodies, as they rolled awkwardly across the wall.
Each woman using her opponent’s panties to manoeuvre the other away and to the side; before pivoting and trying to pin her in place in a tit-to-tit clinch against the wall. Each change of position placing a heavy burden on their underwear; the fabric of Sara and Mel’s thongs becoming stretched as they pushed and pulled against each other.
Mel managed to pin the squirming brunette against the wall for several seconds. Just enough time to act. She pushed her thigh between Sara’s legs and rubbed it against the brunette’s pussy in a sawing motion. Sara’s eyes opened wide and she exhaled deeply. Struggling to maintain her resistance, she lost focus and released her grip on Mel’s panties without even releasing it…
“Fuucckkk…”
“Now who’s the horny little slut?”
Mel grinned broadly at the brunette’s predicament. The telltale prick of stiff nipples pressing into her breasts telling her all she needed to know. Sara was every bit as turned on as her blonde tormentor. Surging forward suddenly, Mel grabbed Sara’s wrists and pinned them to the wall next to the brunette’s head, before engulfing the brunette in a passionate kiss.
Sara kissed her back with equal intensity, her wet little tongue wrestling with Mel’s, as they writhed against each other in a fierce, unyielding embrace. Out of spite, she pinched the blonde’s nipples to force her backwards.
However, it had the opposite effect. Mel pushed her body even harder against Sara, rubbing her tits and tummy against the brunette, pinning her shoulders to the wall. Just as their lips separated for the briefest of moments, Mel hissed into Sara’s ear:
“You try that shit again and I’m going to make you squirt on these mats…”
Running out of options, Sara knew she needed to change the dynamic of their catfight. And soon. She couldn’t bear the thought of watching the playback of this fight with her boyfriend the way things were going.
As hot as fighting this feisty, little blonde was making her, she had promised her man that she would physically and sexually dominate any woman who challenged her. And Mel was proving to be more than a handful. Swift and decisive action was needed…
