A genuinely exciting catfight story by someone you may never heard of. Just wonderful writing.
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T H E A S S A U L T
It happened one hot, muggy, dark summer night while I was alone in the
trailer I shared with my boyfriend. He was away on a fishing trip and as
fate would have it, that was also the week his ex-girlfriend came back to
town to try to get him back.
She was the consummate slut. She had long straight hair that hung down
to almost her ass and had a centerfold type body with big tits, tiny waist,
and long legs. She dressed like a whore in lurex, spandex, silk and satin,
in short tight dresses, stiletto heeled shoes, black nylons, and alot of
cheap costume jewelry. She wore too much makeup and way too much sleazy
perfume. She was the kind who always had to be the center of attention,
sexual attention that is, and when she wanted a man . . . she got him, no
matter who she had to fight along the way.
This bitch, Courtney, stalked me for days, threatening me, taunting me, and
even challenged me to a fight at the local restaurant where I worked as a
waitress. I avoided her the best I could but deep down I wanted to fight
her so bad I could taste it. She was the kind of girl who I'd hated all
through high school but never had the nerve to stand up to. I thought I
could handle myself in a catfight since I had a good body and was in great
physical shape, but I just didn't have the kind of personality that would
let me get into a possible clothes ripping catfight in public. Courtney
however, had JUST that type of personality and matters finally came to a
head the next night after the restaurant scene.
I'd gotten off work and gone home, showered, put on a clean pair of
panties and a midriff cut off tee shirt to battle the heat. I had a few
beers, watched some TV, and finally went to bed in just my bikini panties,
tossing asside the already sweaty tee shirt. I cranked up the fan and tried
to nod off but couldn't sleep on the waterbed which was just too hot and
sticky, even with the satin sheets and fan. I walked out to the kitchen in
the dark, got another beer, and went back to bed and turned on the TV in the
bedroom. I laid on the bed and channel surfed until I found some sleazy "R"
rated fuck flick on Cinemax to watch to pass the time. I finally turned the
TV off after about fifteen minutes since watching all that fucking was just
making me hot and horny and getting hotter was the last thing I needed in
that heat and getting horny with my man out of town was kind of pointless.
I laid there on my back in the dark, still not able to go to sleep, and then
I thought I heard a noise.
I quietly grabbed the sheet and covered up and laid there dead still as
I heard the front door lock being played with. It was burglar. I panicked
and reached for the gun in the nightstand and then was horrified to remember
my boyfriend took the gun with him fishing. The burglar finally jimmied
open the door and I saw the beam of a flashlight cut through the darkness.
I was terrified at that point.
Then, to my surprise, the living room light flipped on. I jumped up
thinking my boyfriend was home and walked out of the bedroom. It was Courtney.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked quickly.
"Haven't you ever heard of breaking and entering?"
"Well," she said coyly, laying down the flashlight and eyeing me up and
down, "since you wouldn't fight me at the restaurant, I figured we'd fight
here . . . in private."
"I'm not going to fight you, get that through your thick fucking head,"
I spat, holding up a bed sheet which I'd partially wrapped around me to
cover myself.
"Okay," she said laughing slightly as she took off her long dangly ear
rings. "Let me explain this to you in a way that even YOU'LL be able to
understand. I want my man back and you've got him, so unless you're willing
to pack your bags and leave now, then you and I are going to roll around on
the floor and pull some hair, got it? The sheet is really you," she
laughed. "Having a toga party or what?"
"I've got a better idea," I said self righteously, "I'll just call the
police. With that I headed for the phone but Courtney jumped for it first,
grabbed it, and ripped the cord right out of the wall.
"See now, you still just don't understand," Courtney said in a haughty
condescending tone. "Either you pack up and move out RIGHT NOW, or you have
to fight me."
"Okay fine," I said shrugging, wanting desperately to dig my claws into
that waist length hair and rip it all out. "I guess I'll pack." And with
that I headed slowly toward the bedroom to use that phone to call the
police. I smelled her cheap perfume even before I heard her coming and by
the time I got to the phone, she was right there, smiling and waiting for me
to pick it up. I hesitated because I didn't want her disabling this phone
too which was my last means to call for help.
"That's a phone, dumbass, not a suitcase," Courtney said sarcastically.
"Now pack!" Then she stepped to my dresser and started opening drawers.
When she got to my lingerie drawer, she stopped and pulled out a pair a my
favorite black see through bikini panties.
"And what have we got here," Courtney said dangerously. "I guess you wear
these for my man, don't you?"
"Yea, and he loves them," I said, immediately regretting the remark.
Courtney then began ripping them to shreds and then pulled out all my
panties, bras, and pantyhose and just threw the contents of the drawer all
over the floor. "Now get a suitcase, get on your knees, and pack all this
shit, right now."
I looked Courtney up and down for along time and weighed my options
quickly. She and I were about the same height but she outweighed me by a
good ten to twenty pounds. My biggest advantage would be that incredibly
long hair but she was dressed and I had on nothing but a skimpy little pair
of nylon bikini panties and Courtney had some LONG claws. I figured I could rip
her dress off if we fought since it was just a thin sleazy little minidress,
but she'd be able to claw me up alot before I could so I didn't see my
chances as very good.
"Well," she said impatiently, "pack or fight, bitch. Choose!"
"Okay I'll fight you," I lied, "but at least give me a chance to put
some clothes on first." I figured once I was dressed, I could make a run for
it because I was sure I could outrun her since she was in a dress, nylons,
and high heels.
"I've got an even better idea," Courtney said smiling. "It'll be faster
for me to UNDRESS rather than for you to get dressed . . . besides, this is
a hundred dollar dress and I really don't want it ripped in a catfight."
With that, Courtney began to peel off her dress as my mind raced to find another
way out. I couldn't run outside without clothes on and I was trapped now
with her watching me like a hawk as she slowly folded her dress, laid it on
the dresser, and then kicked off her high heels. I couldn't believe my
eyes. She had on tiny little black bikini panties, a black lace garterbelt,
black silk stockings, and NO BRA.
"Okay, there," she said, throwing out her arms to pose, "Is that
better?" Her tits were huge . . .
"This is crazy," I said, shaking my head.
"Actually it's not," Courtney said. "What better way is there to settle
this? You've got two women fighting over one cock so to me it seems a
private one on one half naked bedroom catfight is the purrrrrfect way, eh
tabby?"
"You're nuts," I hissed.
"And you're dead meat," Courtney spat as she moved toward me with her claws
outstretched for the attack.
I back peddled across the bed, dropping the sheet that I'd been
holding, but she dove at me and grabbed my hair with both hands. I
reciprocated and the fight was on, right there on the waterbed.
We savagely pulled each other's long pretty hair, jerking our heads
from side to side as we grunted, squealed, yelped and panted. She was
crazy, actually grabbing my tits and squeezing them, twisting them, and
pulling them with one hand while trying to rip my hair out with her other
hand. I kept backing up to get away from her, flailing wildly but not doing
any damage to her. I finally backed up a little too far and lost my balance
as I teetered on my knees on the padded black leather side rail of the
waterbed.
Courtney took quick advantage and grabbed my hair now with both hands and
pulled me to my right enough for me to start to fall. I managed to get my
right foot down on the floor and using it to brace myself, I pushed back
against her body weight, putting us in a kind of bare breast to breast sumo
type standoff with each of us clinging to one another's hair with both
hands.
We both were grunting and straining hard against each other's strength,
neither of us willing to go backwards. I was sweating heavily already and
Courtney was also beginning to, making our bare breasts slip as bare moist flesh
pressed against bare moist flesh in the stifling heat of the enclosed
bedroom. Courtney's knees, clad in those sheer silk stockings, were slipping
and sliding on the satin sheets of the waterbed keeping her from using any
leverage against me which bought me enough time to push back enough to force
my way back from the edge of the bed.
The bitch finally buckled and fell backwards, dragging me down with her
by my hair. I fell right on top of her but she was ready and I think her
backwards fall was planned because the instant I landed on top of her, she
snaked those nylon clad legs around my bare waist in a scissors hold,
tightly locking her ankles together behind my back.
Things really heated up quickly now as we slapped, bit, grabbed,
clawed, and wildly thrashed around on the heaving waterbed, hissing and
screeching like two alley cats. My sides burned like fire from the course
grain of her nylons rubbing against my soft skin like sand paper as I
writhed and squirmed to get out of the scissors hold. She kept those
powerful thighs clamped down on me though, keeping me pinned so she could
rip out my hair and claw up my tits.
Out of desperation, I started clawing and scratching her thighs to get
her to break the hold. The sound of ripping, popping nylon was barely
audible over our squeals, yelps, grunts, and moans as we continued fighting
at a frenzied pace. I totally destroyed her black silk stockings, turning
them into tattered shreds that clung to her sweaty legs. Her frilly little
black lace garterbelt was gone, still clasped to a piece of ripped stocking
laying on the bed. Now with only her bare thighs to hold me, I was able to
slither free and break the vicious hold.
We each quickly scrambled to our knees, facing each other on the
waterbed. We were both breathing heavily and our boobs were heaving up and
down, glistening from the light sheen of perspiration that coated them.
Courtney's long hair was a mess and I was sure mine was too since there were
blonde strands hanging down across my face as I glared at the bitch in front
of me. I knew I was clawed up but didn't want to take my eyes off the cat
bitch for a second to look at my body and actually, to my surprise, I felt
no pain. All I felt at that moment was blood lust and I didn't want the
fight to be over. I didn't need to worry . . . it wasn't.
"Had enough . . . yet . . . bitch," Courtney stammered between labored
breaths.
I just smiled and shook my head, "No, I haven't."
Courtney's lips then curled into a sneer and she lunged at me but I was
ready for her and we crashed together like two sumo wrestlers. Our big tits
mashed together, our stomachs pressed together, and we each grabbed one
another by the hair. This time though, instead of just grabbing her hair, I
grabbed a handful of her hair near the bottom and wrapped those long brown
tresses several times around my clenched fist making it impossible for her
to pull away without losing ALOT of hair in the process.
That move, while well planned and executed, turned out to be a double
edged sword because while it immobilized her, it also kept me from using
that hand for anything else, including blocking her attacks. Courtney began
throwing jabs at my stomach, ribs, and tits with one hand while pulling my
hair with her other. Our foreheads were touching now since we were pressed
so tightly together and her punches were taking a toll quickly so I released
her hair, blocked those vicious punches, and then went for a takedown.
Reaching around her with both hands, I dug all ten claws into her
sleazy little black bikini panties, buried my face into the side of her
neck, and pushed forward with all my might, biting her neck as she went down
backwards. This time though, I made sure she didn't get a scissors by
keeping her left leg pinned between my thighs as we fell.
We immediately snaked our bare sweaty legs together in a vicelike
embrace and began writhing around on the waterbed, locked in a vicious hair
pulling battle. We started grabbing and clawing at each other's tits and
this was the first time in my life I'd ever touched a female breast other
than my own and I was surprised how firm and solid they were compared to my
own and that infuriated me all the more so I attacked them harder, twisting
them, pulling them, mashing them, pinching them, and doing everything I
possibly could until SHE pulled away from me and scrambled off the bed.
"What's . . . what's . . . the mat . . . matter . . .?" I panted,
totally out of breath. "Cant' take . . . it?" I got to my knees, pushed my
blonde hair back out of my face, and watched as she held her sore, swollen
tits in her folded arms.
I was now on all fours on the waterbed with my long hair hanging down
to where it was almost touching the mattress. My adversary, still clenching
her sore tits, appeared to be trying to decide if she wanted to continue or
not. I still wanted to fight though, I was really into it at that point,
knew I was winning, and wanted more . . . alot more.
I inched toward the edge of the bed and Courtney began to back up. Watching
her carefully, I got off the bed slowly and backed her into the corner of
the small bedroom until she had no where left to go.
Knowing she was trapped, the brunette dove toward me with her claws
bared and dug into my hair. We began struggling around the room on our feet,
pulling each other's hair and grabbing at anything we could grab.
We spun around and I slammed Courtney against the dresser on the opposite
wall. I kept pushing her back and she was leaned backwards so far her
shoulders were pressed against the mirror of the dresser and I was leaning
against her, full body style, using my weight to hold her there.
Then, out of desperation, Courtney grabbed a perfume bottle off the dresser
and hit me on the side of the head with it. I saw stars from the hard blow
but the bottle didn't break fortunately. I straightened up and staggered
back a step from the blow and Courtney launched herself at me, tackling me back
onto the bed.
She was on top of me now, clawing and biting and pulling my hair like a
savage wild woman. She was straddling me and her knees had my arms pinned
down to the bed as she dug her claws into my bare sweaty tits, twisting,
pulling, clawing, and pinching without mercy. I kicked wildly with both
legs, trying to buck her off me but to no avail as she just began to slap my
face with alternating rights and lefts, snapping my head from side to side.
I finally managed to get one arm free, sliding it out from under her
with the help of the slippery perspiration that coated us both. I quickly
grabbed a handful of that long hair and drug her off me to the side. I threw
a vicious punch to her stomach that connected solidly, bringing a deep grunt
from her painted lips as she doubled up into a fetal position beside me.
My cheeks were stinging and I was still seeing stars from all the
slaps, but I still went after her with all I had left. I fell halfway atop
Courtney and began grabbing and clawing at her bare flesh and she retaliated in
kind, giving as much as she got.
She bucked and arched with all her strength and I began to fall to the
left toward the floor. Clinging desperately to her long brown hair, I fell,
landed on my back, and dragged her down with me onto the carpet.
We snaked our sweaty legs together and began writhing around on the
carpet in a brutal tit to tit hair pulling battle royale. Screeching like
cats, we mauled each other's nearly naked bodies for what seemed like an
eternity, rolling back and forth within the tiny four foot section of carpet
between the waterbed and the bedroom wall, unable to go anywhere else locked
in our prone entangled position.
Then, somehow we managed to break apart enough to struggled to our
knees. Facing each other, we each grabbed a handful of the other's hair and
began throwing weak tired slaps that had little effect.
The sweat now was literally dripping from our bodies as we fought on
and at one point, we pressed together and our tits were so slippery from the
sweat, we almost fell as our bodies just slid to opposing sides like two oil
wrestlers.
Then I managed to force Courtney back enough to gingerly get to my feet.
Grabbing her by the hair with both hands, I began to drag her across the
floor. She desperately grabbed at my wrists with both hands trying to
minimize the pain of being dragged by the hair. She was back peddling with
both feet against the carpet and finally dug in enough to push back against
me in the direction I was pulling and slam me against the wall.
I hit the wall so hard, I dropped straight down to a sitting position,
still clinging tenaciously to her long brown hair. I was sitting in an
upright position against the wall while Courtney was between my legs facing away
from me on her back. I snaked my legs around her waist, locking my ankles
together right over the front of her panties in a scissors hold while
jerking her head from side to side by her hair.
She dug her claws into my bare legs and I released the scissors real
quick but kept her hair in my fists. She spun around on me, grabbed a
handful of my hair, and then sunk her teeth into my left breast.
I screamed the loudest I think I've ever screamed at the blinding pain
of the tit bite and I scrambled to get away from her, kicking and punching
and flailing wildly to keep her away.
We got to our feet once again and squared off, each in a crouching
position and immediately crashed together with a loud slapping sound as our
bare sweaty bodies smacked together. We wrestled and grappled about with our
sweaty tits mashed together nipple to nipple, grabbing and clawing at
anything we could get our hands on at that point. We were both quickly
running out of gas now and the fight was in it's final stages. It was win or
lose now.
Desperate now to win, I dug my talons into her face with all I had. She
squealed and yelped and back up, allowing me to force her against the
dresser again. This time though, she slid up onto the dresser in a sitting
position and as I closed in, she wrapped her legs around my waist as I stood
in front of the dresser, pressed against her.
We struggled like that for several seconds until I tried to pull back
away. As I did, her sweaty thighs and ass slid off the top of the polished
dresser and she fell to the floor, dragging me down with her as I was still
pinned between her legs in the scissors.
Courtney hit the floor solidly, flat on her back with me landing on top of
her, knocking the wind out of her. Her legs went limp and the scissors fell
apart allowing me to straddle her and pin her to the floor.
I sat heavily on her chest and as she got her wind back, she began to
struggle and squirm beneath me but it was too late for her now. She didn't
have enough left to buck me off or to slither out from under me.
I kept her arms pinned to the floor and slowly slid my crotch toward
her face, ordering her to submit and quit the fight or else. She refused and
bucked harder and in our sweaty slippery condition, it was getting hard to
keep her pinned. I inched forward more until my bikini panties were only
inches from her chin and again order her to quit the fight and give up.
When she refused this time, I grabbed her hair and began to slam her
head against the bedroom floor, over and over and over until eventually her
eyes started to roll back in her head. I again asked for the submission and
as she slowly shook her head no, I reached around behind my back with one
hand and grabbed the front of her little panties and the pubic hair beneath,
and pulled hard. Courtney let out a scream and then immediately gave up the
fight with a submission that I'd won.
Then, to seal my victory, I gave her one hard final slap across the
face that snapped her head to the side and sent beads of sweat flying.
I slid off her to the side and had to use the bed to pull myself up to
my knees and then to my feet. I looked down as my beaten rival who had
curled up into a fetal position on her side, crying like a baby. I grabbed
my robe, a fresh pair of panties, and headed for the shower, telling Courtney to
be gone by the time I got back or I'd rip her cxnt hair out one at a time.
I took a long cool shower, nursed my scratches and bites and bruises,
got out and slipped on my panties and robe and headed for the bedroom. When
I got there, she was gone just like I'd ordered but before she left, she'd
taken a tube of my lipstick and wrote "I'll be back bitch!" on the mirror. I
can only hope she doesn't come back because I never want a fight like that
again . . .
THE END
