The Meeting - part 2 by Sidekick

Standing in front of her was an older woman of perhaps 38 or 40 years of
age. It was hard to tell for sure. She was obviously healthy, just a
bit overweight, but only slightly. She was full figured as was Doris
with a light and snugly fitting sleeveless blouse. Below was a blue
skirt which fit snugly over her shapely hips and stopped three or four
inches above her knees. Her legs were bare and her feet were slipped
into stylish violet heels. Kate's brownish golden hair was pulled to
one side and loosely bound together by a gold band of some sort which
allowed her curls to rest on her shoulder.

Kate displayed a mischievous smile, as though she had just been told a
naughty secret. She examined the women standing on her porch and found
someone in her mid thirties, also full figured with a very short, tight
skirt, bare legs and black heels. Her blouse was short sleeved and very
snug. Kate could see a gap between two of the buttons in front as her
breasts pulled the fabric a little farther
apart than it's design would allow for. Her hair was long, black, straight
and down to her shoulders.

The two women examined each other for a long moment. Doris felt
extremely uncomfortable. She wondered if she had done the right thing
and desperately wanted to get inside. After a moment, Kate stepped back
and motioned with her arm for Doris to come in. She did so quickly and
grateful to be out of the scrutinizing eyes of neighbors or anyone else
who could be watching. She only glanced briefly at the comfortable and
nicely decorated room in front of her. Turning back to Kate instead,
the two women regarded each other again. Kate
stepped down from the door and they stood facing each other.

Kate curled her mouth slightly and her eyes sparkled with the look of
someone amused at what she was seeing. Doris regarded Kate with an
unsmiling, expressionless face; evaluating, calculating, wondering.
After a minute Kate stepped closer and spoke the first words between
them. Spreading her arms over her form she said, "This is what I
thought you would be like; professional, attractive, sensual but just a
little conservative. I wanted to meet you on your own terms. But
instead I find you look like a slut".

Doris then spread her hands over her form and said, "Well THIS is how I
thought you would look. Slutty, brazen and on display just like a
whore. And I wanted to meet you on YOUR own terms." Then she added
"bitch".

Kate stepped up closer until their breasts were almost touching. The
two never took their eyes from each other. She spoke in a low voice,
almost whispering. "You want to fight about it? We have all weekend."
Doris answered back in a similar voice; her butterflies now racing round
inside her. She had forgotten the earlier awkwardness of standing
outside. "I came here to fight you, cunt. And I mean to enjoy it as I
beat your haughty ass in your own house". Kate stepped
up closer and felt their breasts push slowly into each other. The women
stared at each other. She replied, "You can try, baby. How do you want
it? Catfight? Fistfight? Sexfight? Just tell me. How does a bitch like
you like it?" "I don't want to fuck, you stupid cunt. I said fight.
Doris pushed closer. Their faces were pressing together and Doris
pushed her leg in between Kate's. They felt each other's lips move and
the warm breath of the other as Kate whispered her reply, "come on,
let's go".

She then reached up behind Doris and clutched her hair with both hands
and wrapped it around her fingers. Doris felt this and returned the
move, quickly dispensing with the gold band around Kate's hair. As the
band dropped to the floor, the women began to pull each other's heads
back by the hair. Their breasts smashed and rubbed against each other.
Doris was way too excited to really notice the slight pain of her hair
being pulled. She felt her fingers pull hard and then began to jerk
Kate's hair. The women leaned against each other and groaned
with pain and delight. Doris was thrilled to finally be here at long
last. Less than five minutes after finally meeting face to face for the
first time, they were fighting.

The pulling and jerking went on for many minutes. It escalated until
they jerked as hard as they could and pulled each other up and down at
the waist. They panted as their feet shuffled around. They tried to
keep their balance on their heels. Presently they stumbled against the
table by the wall and knocked it to the floor. They slumped against the
wall to steady themselves and continued to pull hair and groan and
pant. Doris felt the stinging pain on her head. But she
loved the feel of jerking Kate's hair and hearing her grunt. Their legs
strained against each other. Their tight skirts were rising as their
legs wrestled standing up. Doris stumbled a bit and lost one heel. She
kicked the other one off. Kate also stumbled and threw a shoe as they
continued to pull their heads back as hard as they could.

Kate began to rub her breasts against Doris in an exaggerated motion.
Doris imitated the move and soon her blouse popped open from the
strain. Presently the women began moving back and bumping their chests
into each other. They continued to clutch their hair and smack their
bodies against each other as they jerked and moaned. Doris could feel
her pussy leaking down the inside of her leg. She wanted
to fight with Kate this way all weekend.

Eventually the women slowed a bit in their bumping together and began to
drag each other around and around by the hair. Now in their bare feet,
they pushed and tried to trip each other. "Come on you fucking bitch.",
panted Kate. "Let's fight on the floor". "Wait, wait", groaned Doris
as she pushed her arms out stiffly. They two women let go of their hair
and Kate smirked. "You have to wear that home don't you?" She began to
unbutton her skirt and step out of it. Then as
she removed her blouse, Doris peeled off her skirt and threw it on the
chair. In a moment the women were in just their panties and bras.

Kate cupped her breasts provocatively and spread her legs to face
Doris. She smiled wickedly, held out her hand, palm up, toward Doris
and curled her finger repeatedly. "Come on cunt, let's do it on the
floor", she said again as she slowly dropped to her knees. Doris could
scarcely believe she was acting out this fantasy in real life. In a
second she was also on her knees and they were inching toward each
other. They launched themselves at each other, clutching and twisting
and falling to the carpet in a heap of wrestling arms and legs. Pulling
hair once again, their legs tangled and strained to control each other.
They began to roll across the floor while savagely pulling hair and
twisting their heads. They each grunted loudly as their large breasts
were smashed together and roughly dragged across together in a fight of
their own.

The women were now sweating and snarling at each other. Doris loved the
release of all her inhibitions. She left the hang-ups of a lifetime
behind on the door step and reveled in being in a dirty catfight on the
floor with a women she had actually never met before. She felt Kate's
hot breath on her as they rolled over and over. As they wrestled, they
rubbed and smacked their slick, sweaty skin
together. Her nipples were rock hard with excitement. They were
growling at each other as they fought. Doris loved the animalistic
sounds they made. She marveled at how natural this all felt.

"Unnnngggg!", she exclaimed as Kate threw her fist into her rib cage.
That started an escalating battle of fists raining down on each other
for what seemed like 5 long minutes. They strained their legs together
tightly and punched each other over and over until their arms were
exhausted. Then, laying together, puffing and panting and resting, they
lay their heads on the floor and relaxed a bit for the
first time.

Doris felt Kate relax her grip. They rolled away from each other and
rested on their backs for a couple of minutes. Groaning, Doris rolled
over and slowly raised up. She slumped on her knees and watched as Kate
got slowly to her feet. Turning to face her, Kate brushed the hair from
her eyes and stared back at Doris. Her hair was hopelessly tangled and
there were scratches on her neck and shoulders. Then, with a faint
smile on her face, she reached down with both hands and hooked the waist
band of her panties with her thumbs. She pulled them down, ever so
slowly over her hips until they revealed her dark pubic hair.
Continuing, the light fabric clung to her soaked pussy lips as the waist
band continued it's southern journey. The panties pulled taught until
finally they snapped down her legs and she let them fall to the floor
around her feet. She kicked them aside, spread her legs and smiled
wickedly at Doris.

Doris got to her feet and slowly slipped out of her own panties. Kate
watched and as Doris threw her panties aside she raised her arms wide
and cupped her hands and waived at Kate in a fighting invitation. "Let's
go, bitch", she whispered. Kate smiled and spread her own arms,
invitingly as they two circled each other slowly. Then, coming
together, their hands clasped around each other's breasts and they
felt sharp fingernails digging in. They pressed their bodies together
as they began to scratch and claw at each other's tits. Their faces
were only an inch apart and they glared at each other and scratched each
other and groaned and grunted at the rising pain.

Doris found Kate's nipple with her right hand and clawed and sliced at
it with her fingernail. She felt Kate pulling her own breasts down and
apart painfully with her vice like grip. Doris was out of control. She
was a slave to her lust to hurt this woman. And hurt each other, they
did. For several minutes they scratched and clawed until their breasts
were red and bruised. Finally Kate released one hand and slugged Doris
in her rib cage.

"Uggghhh!", exclaimed Doris. Then she also punched at Kate with one
hand. The two women slugged each other repeatedly while still
scratching their breasts. Doris found it a marvelous release of emotion
to punch Kate. Over and over again she punched hard and with evil
intent. The women groaned and pounded each other with their fists at
close range. Doris was thrilled at what they were doing to each other.
How even they where physically. The women stood in the middle
of the floor and clutched, scratched and punched away at each other.

Presently they let go of the claw grip on their breasts and separated
slightly as they punched at each other. Kate sneered at Doris with her
fists held up. Doris also held her fists at the ready. She wanted more
punching. Oh god, she wanted them to punch each other and never stop.
"Let's fistfight, you fucking slut", she panted. And Kate replied, "come
on baby, let's really fight".

Doris once again felt the butterflies rise in the pit of her stomach as
they began slugging it out with two fists flying faster and faster. In
just a second the were pummeling each other's sides, bellies, breasts
and even their heads. They threw punches wildly. Each was getting hit
and bruised. On and on Doris felt her fists slam into Kate. She was
oblivious to the pain being inflicted on her. She just
wanted to punch Kate. As they tired, the women tried to hit each other
in the face. Their fists connected on tender jaws and cheekbones and
chins.

They finally ran out of gas and had to rest and gulp for air a moment.
Doris could see Kate's fat, bruised lip. She wiped her face with the
back of her hand and saw her own blood has been drawn. They cautiously
put down their fists and walked slowly around each other as they gulped
in some air. They were sweating heavily. It had been 20 solid minutes
of fighting since she had first come through Kate's door. If they spent
the entire weekend together they might kill each other, thought Doris.
"No", she told herself. The thrill was in the
conflict. She didn't want to win, really. She certainly didn't want to
loose. But she did want to be brazen and emotional and savage. She
loved the fighting so far. And she wanted to go on fighting. As the
women continued to circle slowly, Doris realized her thighs were sticky
and wet. She had cum all over herself while she and Kate were
fistfighting. That sensation and that knowledge only made her pussy
start leaking more. She knew she was now a fighting slut.

Kate stopped circling and said, "follow me", as she turned and walked
down the hallway. Doris followed and they soon entered a large sun
porch with glass walls on the back of the house. Kate continued to lead
the way out the back door and onto a large, lush, green lawn with
elaborate flower beds spaced here and there. The two naked women
stepped out into the bright sun and the humid air and faced each other
once again. Without another word they came together and grabbed two
fists full of hair and started jerking. They soon threw each other to
the ground and rolled across the grass with their bodies tangled
together. First they rolled this way and then the other way as they
wrestled and pulled hair in the hot sun. Doris, who was a shy and
reserved HR Manager not long ago, did not feel the slightest
embarrassment about fighting naked in the backyard. Not that she took
time to notice, but there were high hedges and trees that prevented any
of the neighbors from noticing them.

She and Kate wrestled and slipped over each other as they sweated and
fought on the lawn. Doris felt her pussy tingle as she wrapped her legs
tightly with Kate's. She pressed her pussy against Kate's thigh as they
wrestled and she could feel Kate doing the same. Soon they were humping
each other as they jerked hair and scratched and punched each other. As
her orgasm built, Doris pulled Kate's hair harder and harder. They came
at almost the same time and clutched each other
tightly and felt their cum running down each other's legs. Laying in a
fighting (or maybe it was a loving) embrace, they clutched each other
and caught their breath.

"Fuck you, you dirty bitch", whispered Kate. "You keep rubbing that
filthy cunt on me and I'll make you pay, slut", panted Doris. "Come on,
if you think you can". Kate answered. "Fight me, you whore". "Yeah baby,
come on and fight like the whore you are". "Slut", "bitch", "dyke",
"cunt", "cow"; they cursed each other and struggled and strained their
muscles against each other. Over and over their
slick, sweaty bodies rolled until they rolled into one of the flower
beds. They mashed the flowers and rolled through the dirt and mulch,
which clung to their sweaty bodies. Doris may have vaguely felt the
flowers and mulch and dirt, but she was intent on the struggle and
wasn't stopping for anything. The two women stopped rolling and lay on
their sides, tangled together and covered in dirt sweat.

In another moment, they began to slug each other with the hand on top.
First Doris threw a hard wild punch at Kate. Then Kate would return a
shot of her own. Over and over they punched at each other. From the
lawn, a cat or rabbit might have seen two arms and fists occasionally
raising from the middle of the flower bed and heard the associated smack
and grunt as they fell into soft, dirty flesh. The women started to
roll over each other again and soon felt themselves crash through the
other side of the flower bed onto the lawn again. Kicking and punching,
they separated and rolled away from each other.

They sat up and faced each other and saw was a sorry sight they were.
Both were covered in mulch and sweat. They were bruised and scratched
and bleeding. Their hair was matted and hopelessly tangled. Far from
the attractive older women they had been an hour ago, they were now a
wreck born of non-stop, all out fighting. Doris was completely into
this. She did not want regret it or want to turn back. Sitting in the
hot sun, she sweated and stared at Kate, fully ready to continue
fighting with her in the dirt and grass or anywhere and anyway she wanted.

"You wanna go some more or get out of the sun?", asked Kate. "I just
want my fist in your face", sneered Doris. Kate chuckled. "Fuck, it's
hot!", she moaned. "Let's get cleaned up. We've got all weekend, baby
- a weekend of fighting for you and me". Doris followed Kate into the
house and up the stairs to the large bathroom and enjoyed the coolness
of the air conditioning.

-- more to come . . .