Jane Miller was tired but exhilarated as she left the building where she
worked. She had just been in a really good fight. Although she was afraid
that she'd loose her job by fighting Karen at work, it had turned out well.
The other women in the office had kept it quiet. Thankfully, management
didn't know. And escaping the building without being stopped, had been
easier than she thought. As she walked toward the subway station her tits
swayed back and forth against her white blouse. The summer air was
extremely hot and sticky. At the bottom of the subway escalator she turned
and bounded toward the first car on the train. Fortunately there was a seat
away from the other passengers. It was only 2:30 pm, so the train wasn't yet
crowded with workers trying to get home.

She relaxed as the car started moving. After a couple of stops, she laid her
head against the window and closed her eyes. She thought of the fight she
has just been in and dozed off for the next few stops. Across the aisle, a
young man stared at her while she slept. She was so beautiful. And he
couldn't help but notice her very short skirt. The way she was sitting,
relaxed from sleep, he could see her panties. It was quite a sight to be
sure. But he started to notice some unusual things about her as well. The
blouse she was wearing was torn and dirty. Her skirt was dirty as well.
Her hair was long and beautiful, but also a complete mess. It wasn't that
it wasn't combed, it was just completely messed up. It was almost as if
someone had been pulling her around by her head. He noticed scratch marks
around her neck and a bruise on her knee. Then it slowly dawned on him.
This girl looked as if she had been in a fight! He kept staring, and began
to generate mental images of this beautiful creature in a fight with another
woman. He squirmed in his seat as his dick grew very hard from the images
in his head and eyes. As passengers walked by, he covered the bulge in his
pants with a newspaper. But he could not take his eyes off her.

The train jerked and Jane was nudged out of her sleep. She looked out the
window and saw the platform approaching. It was her stop and she rose to
walk to the door. She caught the young guy across from her staring and then
looking away self consciously. As she walked to the door, she glanced at
her clothes and thought how she must look. I must be quite a sight for a
young man. You could probably tell she'd been fighting. He must have
guessed. Even if not, the short skirt would do it, probably. She smiled as
she walked off the train car and out of the station. She was used to getting
the attention of men, but not usually quite in this way. In another few
minutes, she was into her apartment. After flopping on the couch exhaustion
overtook her. Sleep came in just a few minutes.

In another neighborhood of the city, Karen Wells, was just entering her
apartment. Moving quickly to the bedroom, she looked at herself in the full
length mirror. "Wow, what a sight!", she thought. Her hair was a wreck and
her skirt and blouse were dirty and torn. As she rubbed her bruised and
sore muscles, she shook her head slowly. The catfight had been long and
dirty. But she was not ashamed. Her orgasm during the fight attested to
that. The women in the office had cheered them on. She felt like such a
slut. Laying back on her bed, she spread her legs and began to rub her
pussy through her panties. Only an hour ago she was fighting on the
bathroom floor with Jane. Moving her hand faster, she moaned in pleasure.
It only took a couple of minutes for a new orgasm to roll over her. "God, I
loved fighting with her", she said out loud as she rolled over and relaxed.
In a few minutes sleep overtook her and she was out for the next five hours.

Jane woke up and tried to remember where she was. She had fallen asleep on
the couch. What time was it? She sat up and saw it was 7:00 pm. Her
stomach was growling. After fixing a quick snack in the kitchen, she sat at
the table to eat and think about the evening in front of her. It was just
this morning that she and Karen had agreed to fight it out. My god, did
they really fight in the bathroom? Was that really her? She had never done
anything like that before. But strangely she was not embarrassed. They had
still said it was on for this evening. Their office altercation had only
increased her desire to go at Karen again. The clock on the wall said 8:25
pm. She realized she was still wearing the clothes she had fought in this
afternoon. Standing in front of the hallway mirror, she marveled at her own
trashy image. "Gawd, I'm such a slut!", she thought. And then she curled
her lip, smiled, winked at herself and turned to walk out of the door.

Marilyn Chester licked her lips and savored the taste of her husband's cum.
She had just spent a wonderful half hour, giving him a hand job and telling
him of her unusual work day. When she began to relate the story he became
more and more excited. She rubbed his erect cock through his pants as she
described how the two young women had circled and stared at each other in
the bathroom. He grabbed her ass and pressed himself against her as she
talked of the women all encouraging them to fight. Quickly he shuffled her
off to the bedroom and threw her onto the bed as the story moved into the
early stages of the fight. She stroked him furiously as she told him how
the two pulled hair and wrestled on the floor in their skirts. Eventually
she relayed the whole story of the women cumming on the floor but then
locking up to fight again after a few minutes rest. And Paul came harder
than in he had in some time as Marilyn opened her mouth to catch it and let
the sweet, sticky drops splatter her face.

Karen woke with a start and looked around with one eye open. She slowly
moved into the bathroom to wash her face. At the mirror she could see the
bruises and scratches which would be with her for a few days. Her thoughts
flashed back to the dirty confrontation she had that afternoon. But instead
of disgust, she felt strangely excited. She realized her fingers were
stroking her pussy through her panties and she was getting wet. Turning
away she went to the living room and began pushing the couch and chairs back
to the walls. She pushed the little table over to the corner and looked at
the clock. Would Jane show up? They hadn't exactly set a time but somehow
she felt sure she would come. If the little cunt didn't, she would have to
go looking for her. Her breathing escalated as she told herself how much
she needed to feel Jane's hair being ripped out. How badly she needed to
feel the two of them wrapped up together and and her fist pounding away!

Dottie Hammond's circle meeting was excruciating. She had been unable to
concentrate on anything being said. The time seemed to crawl by. And she
could not keep from thinking of the catfight she had witnessed that
afternoon. As she tried to smile pleasantly and seem interested in the
conversation, she thought about the two young girls pulling hair and
punching and stripping each other while they fought. She replayed every
moment over and over in her mind. When she sat down on the sofa, she
realized her inner thighs were wet! Popping up and excusing herself, she
went to the bathroom, reached under her dress and jerked down her panties.
Then she sat on the toilet, rubbing her swollen clit and trying not to moan
too loudly as she thought of the two young women who were so eager to fight.

Jane parked her car in front of the house. She started up the sidewalk and
noticed soft lights coming from neighboring windows. "If they only knew",
she thought to herself. She felt deliciously dirty as her short skirt
swished against her ass as she walked. Hurrying to the door, she paused a
moment and took a deep breath. She raised her hand to knock but then
paused. Then she smiled and lowered her hand to the door knob. She turned
and found it open. Then she pushed the door and let it bang back against
the stop on the wall as she stepped inside. She stood with her feet apart
and looked across the living room to see Karen sitting with her legs wide
and her hand buried in her pussy,

Karen looked up, startled at the sound of the front door banging open. She
saw Jane standing just inside staring across at her. Her hand quickened
it's pace in rubbing her clit an she moaned, "Good, you're finally here, you
cunt". Jane smirked at the sight in front of her and replied, "Looks like
you missed me huh? You little whore". Jane stepped away from the door and
started across the carpet. She took a seat across the room from Karen,
spread her legs, put her hand inside her panties and started rubbing her wet
pussy. The two women stared at each other as they masturbated. "You
fucking skank. I'm going to rip your hair out", panted Karen. "Come on and
do it if you can, you dyke bitch", returned Jane.

Both women rubbed harder and faster. "Goddamn you". They cursed and moaned
and humped their own fingers shamelessly. "Fuck you". "I hate you". "I
hate you". "I want to fight". "Let's fight".
Aaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh! UUuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! They both came
and spurted their cum on into their panties. They tingled and moaned for a
couple of minutes and then leaned back and panted to catch their breath.

Karen rose first, followed by Jane. They stared at each other without
moving. Karen started unbuttoning her blouse. Jane also removed hers.
Neither had changed their clothes before this evening. And they had both
lost their bras in their earlier fight. So now, two sets of hard nipples
poked out at each other from across the room. They continued to stare
daggers at each other while they removed their skirts and pulled down their
soaked panties and kicked them away. The two naked young women stepped
slowly toward each other. And when they were only a step away the launched
themselves together, smacking their bodies almost in mid-air. They dug
their fingers into each other's hair and tried to pull each other off
balance. They jerked their heads violently, bending over at the waist and
kicking each other. It took just a few seconds for them to trip each other
and fall with a thump to the floor.

The women tangled their bodies together and tried to overpower each other.
They strained and rolled one way and then back the other. They jerked each
other's heads violently this way and that. But they did not scream. They
both concentrated on the struggle and the feel of muscle against muscle,
fingernail against fingernail and breasts flattening each other. When the
rolling came to a momentary stop, they both started punching away with their
top most hand. They slugged each other's bodies anywhere and everywhere.
For several long minutes they lay this way and slugged it out. Then,
thrashing wildly again, they rolled around the carpet, attempting to control
each other.

Jane was now aware that she was sweating profusely and she could feel Karen
was also. They were slipping and sliding against one another as they
wrestled. Karen could hear them breathing and panting. Their fists made
satisfying smacks as they went at each other relentlessly. As they rolled
over the top, each girl would throw her knee into the other as viciously as
possible, hoping to find a soft pussy to hurt. On one roll across the
floor, the women literally bounced apart and scrambled to their knees,
kicking at each other.

They crawled slowly to each other. And then, like lovers instead of
fighters, they deliberately wrapped their arms around each other and dug
nails into each other's backs. They tangled their legs in a grapevine
fashion and strained together while spitting in each others faces. Next
they mashed their faces together and murmured soft curses. They were
scratching each other's backs raw as they began licking each other's faces.
Their mouths came together in a violent and messy kiss. Their tongues tried
to rape each other's mouth. They could feel each other's breath on their
face and their saliva running down their chins. Taking one hand they began
slugging each other in the stomach and sides while still fighting with their
mouths. They were now licking and biting and spitting at each other.

Then Karen threw her fist into Jane's pussy. "Smack!". "Oh fuck, that was
satisfying," she thought. Jane punched at Karen's pussy. "Ummmmf!". The
two then concentrated on this tactic. They held each other around the
shoulder with one hand and punched each other between the legs over and
over. Jane could feel their juices splatter at each punch. They were both
drenched and super excited. The adrenalin was flowing and neither felt they
pain they were actually inflicting on each other.

After a couple of minutes, they tired and just leaned against each other on
their knees. Their chests heaved up and down to grab much needed air and
their hard nipples bumped together. After a moment to catch their breath,
Karen reached up and put both hands around Jane's neck. Jane quickly did
likewise and they squeezed their hands, trying to strangle each other.

Meanwhile, Dottie was saying the last goodbye to the final lady to leave the
circle meeting, she felt as though it has lasted a month. "Finally!", she
exclaimed as she closed the door. Glancing at the clock, she wondered if
there were still time and what was really going on across town. Knowing she
could not stand to spend the rest of the rest of the night alone, she pulled
back the curtain and checked to see if the last car was gone. Then she
grabbed her car keys and fairly sprinted out the door.

Six minutes later she was slowly rolling down Spring Street, trying to
remember where Karen lived. "There it is", she thought. "But wait, why is
the door open?", she wondered. Quickly parking the car, she started up the
walk. Approaching the open door, she began to look around. She hoped she
would see no one she knew. She hoped people could not tell why she had
come. She was sure that her dirty thoughts must be evident on her face and
in her manner. But, "what the fuck", she thought, as she tried to chase her
paranoia away.

She finally arrived at the steps and peeked inside the door way cautiously.
What she saw made her heart skip a beat as she drew in a startled and
pleased breath. There on the living room floor were Karen and Jane, stark
naked struggling on their knees while choking each other. She hurried
inside and reached to closed the door while never taking her eyes from the
fight. The two girls had now fallen to the floor and were struggling
wildly, scratching and punching at each other. Dottie slid around the room,
closer to the fighters and spread her legs and leaned back against the
wall. She slowly pulled up the hem of her dress and began to rub her pussy
through her panties.

Karen and Jane were punching and kicking violently. They kicked themselves
away from each other and then jumped back to lock up again. But they became
turned and smacked together with head and feet turned the opposite way.
They clutched at each other and clamped their legs around their opponent's
head. Straining and grunting followed and they eventually slid to push
their pussies into each other's faces. As if by mutual consent, they both
grabbed a tight hold and began kissing, licking and sucking on each other's
lips and clit. Ravenously they ate each other's pussies, pushing their
tongues inside and licking engorged clits. They both moaned loudly and felt
their orgasm's building.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!", "EEuuuuuuuuggggggg!", "Uuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnggggggg!",
"ggggggggggaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwgggg!", . . . over and over they came and
shuddered and moaned. Dottie came as well and stood there in awe while her
juices ran down her legs. Finally Karen and Jane lay, exhausted. And
Dottie slid her back down the wall and sat on the floor with her legs spread
and her dress hiked up to her waist. The next few minutes were like a blur
to all the women. They were resting and winding down from the raw
emotionalism of what had taken place.

Finally Dottie was able to speak. "Damn! You girls keep your word, don't
you? I'm glad I didn't miss everything". Karen looked over at the voice and
seemed dazed and confused. She struggled to get up and then mumbled
something before slowing climbing the stairs. Dottie heard the door to her
bedroom close and assumed that was it for Karen for the night. Jane pushed
herself up in another couple of minutes and looked around the room, a bit
confused as well. She finally grabbed a quilt from one of the chairs and
collapsed on the couch, pulling it over her naked body. As Dottie rose and
smoothed down her dress, Jane mumbled something like "tell them I'm out sick
tomorrow".