The following story is based on a fight that actually happened between my wife Anne and her old school friend Sara, ok it was an online fight but the two combatants fought like it was real and the fight was intense. This is how the fight actually unfolded between the two enemies.

Enemies reunited

Anne would often reminisce about her school days and frequently tell me about a particularly hated rival called Sara who she regularly fell out with and had many fights with, the worst of which at a party was over a boy there and the two of them ended up scratching each others faces so bad they had scars for well over a fortnight and had to constantly endure the looks of all the boys and girls at school as they healed. She often told me about her fights with Sara and would make up stories about what they would do to each other if ever they met again, clearly she still had a thing about her and I often wondered what would happen too.

About 2 months ago Anne received an email from friends reunited and incredibly it was from Sara, it seemed that she had seen Anne's details and photo on the site and their old hostilities had re-surfaced with her too. She sent her a real bitchy email reliving past fights and calling Anne a SLUT and a WHORE and what she would do to her if they ever met again; to think after all these years the pair of them still hated each other. Anne could not resist so she sent an equally bitchy mail back accusing Sara of still being the TRAMP she was at school and of having had a boob job, based on her new picture as at school she was more flat-chested than Anne but now bigger. I was so turned on by seeing Anne write her mail back and enjoyed the regular messages that came and went, each of them nastier and more spiteful than before and then the other day Anne told me that they had arranged to meet and fight, Sara knew a quiet woodland area near a hotel half way between where they both lived and challenged to meet her there dressed as classy as they could and that they would show each other who was now the better wife, better mother and above all the better woman. Schoolgirl rivalry had clearly made women for intense feminine hatred and the thought of Anne battling with Sara kept me excited for days.

They agreed to meet alone, neither myself nor Sara's husband aware of the actual fight date or location. Both women were determined to look their best for the fight and to inflict some serious damage on their rival and as Anne arrived she waited in her car, patiently tapping her steering wheel until her hated opponent arrived. She stepped out of the car and into the moonlit clearing, they had agreed to fight after dark so they knew they would be alone and as they approached each other in just the moonlight it gave an even sexier feeling to the nights events.

Sara had on her sheerest of stockings, high heels, tight white blouse and black and lilac lace lingerie set underneath, visible just slightly as her top two buttons were undone to reveal her ample boobs. Anne had on her black and red corset that I had bought her for fantasising about catfights with a tiny black thong and stockings, underneath her short black skirt and red silk blouse. Anne kicked off her heels as did Sara, the ground a little damp against their stockinged feet, 'I'm going to rip you apart Anne you little slut' said Sara through clenched teeth, sweeping her hair back with slim fingers and flashing red nails moving towards Anne in the moonlight

Clearly the tension between them had been too much for either to contain and having slated each other in messages for weeks their desire to fight was overwhelming. “come on then bitch” yelled Anne and eager to get at Sara she ran forward digging her nails into Sara's hair and pulling her hair hard, slamming into her, Sara was quick to react and dug her nails into Anne's hair curling hair round her fingers and tugging her face twisting into a mask of pain and anger as she slammed back into Anne and they braced against one another, tugging, snarling, breathing heavy, breasts slightly pushing together.

“Get those fake tits off me you cheap whore” yelled Anne as she yanked her head to the side aiming slaps at her right cheek, each one stinging hard. Sara tugged back on her hair and slid her left hand down across Anne's scalp, hair knotted in her fingers and under her nails as she dragged her hand to the back of her neck and scratched her hard manicured nails against Anne's bare flesh on the back of her neck. Anne screamed and reacted by raking her nails down Sara's face reliving her school day fights as she did so, Sara grabbed at the collar of Anne's blouse, pinching her skin and material in her hands and tugged, pulling Anne I hard so their faces were close and ample breasts now touching through their blouses. With breasts pushed together Anne

grabbed at the back of Sara's blouse and pulled, ripping it at the neck and causing it to hang off her shoulder...clearly enjoying the feeling. Sara narrowed her eyes as they struggled legs pushing between each other. ”If you want to show off your tits dear, then allow me' snarled Sara and she began to rip at the front of Anne's blouse, the material easily ripping now both women with their lingerie fully exposed the black and lilac material of Sara's bra, standing out against her pale moonlit skin, Anne instinctively grabbed at Sara's bra and pulled it, pulling Sara round the field by her bra, tearing it, stretching it till her breasts popped out, glistening in the moonlight as sweat drips down Sara's ample bosom, with her target in sight Anne's right hand grabbed hold and she twisted hard. Sara clawed at Anne's corset and although not ripping it totally off managed to pull it down forcing Anne's tits out and sank both hands into her pushed up boobs and squuueeeeeezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzeeeed both women panting with exertion as they battled hard, twisting and clawing at each other's tits like hell cats, biting their lips to withstand the pain being inflicted on each other's tits, both of them attacking each other's nipples with their nails and pinching hard with their thumb and forefinger..

“you slut, time to go down” yelled Anne as she planted her foot behind Sara's leg and pushed hard sending Sara toppling backwards but Sara was quick as she felt Anne's weight on her she twisted a little so they both ended on their sides, Sara's skirt riding up above her lacy stocking tops as her legs snaked out and tried to lock and wrap around Anne's long strong legs. Their nylons hissing and rasping as they battled for supremacy. Sara's then clamped down hard on Anne's tits again and she squeezed once more forcing them fully from her corset, both women's make up was smearing as their eyes watered with the pain of the assault on each other's tits, mascara dripping down their cheeks to match the streaks caused by their nails, god how these women hated each other and were prepared to fight as hard and nasty as they could.

With their legs locked together Anne had to focus on an upper body attack she raked her nails across Sara's boobs causing Sara to emit an incredible scream and as Sara lunged for Anne's hands Anne grabbed her hair, slamming her head into the floor, calling her a slut as she did so. I wish I could have seen them on the floor what an incredible sight it would have been seeing your wife in an all out fight on top of her hated adversary slamming her head into the ground again and again, 40 something mothers fighting again like schoolgirl hellcats. Sara twisted their locked legs ever so slightly to turn Anne over so she could not bang her head as easily and then dug her hands into Anne's hair and started shaking her head backwards and forwards, half rolling her over, they were like a ball of legs and arms and the swearing was incredible as they cursed each other with every scratch, rip and pull.

“Shame your husband can't see me kick your slutty ass, he would love to see me on top of you" grunted Anne as she rolled Sara over, grabbing her left wrist and raising her left hand slapping her face hard. Sara took the slap and snarled back in Anne's ear, 'Shame that he would only see me kicking YOUR slutty ass....I am sure he would love that you WHORE”, rolling Anne over, pushing her head back with her right hand

Their stockings were now getting wet and tearing as they rolled each other again and again, legs wrapped together, Anne then saw her chance as Sara fell back slightly and got on top of her chest, straddling her, planting her knees either side of Sara's waist Sara half sat up so Anne could not complete the straddle reached out with both arms and wrapped them round Anne's neck and dragged her back down to the floor, albeit on top of her. Their tits pressed together hard squashing flesh out to their sides as they pulled each other tight. Anne lifted up briefly and then pressed her boobs hard down into Sara's moving her shoulders from right to left slapping Sara's boobs with hers and grinding her crotch into Sara ...”I am so the better woman bitch” yelled Anne.

“No” Ii am the better cat fighter,, the better woman, the better wife and better mother” gasped Sara as she bashed her boobs back into Anne's , rasping them across each other, damp with sweat from the moisture of the night air and red with the effects of their hands and nails,

Their catfight had now become an all out fight to humiliate and hurt the other woman, both of them taunting each other about their men, both screaming that their breasts were better than the others and each woman trying to hurt the others boobs with hers from their sitting position, their legs over each others and it was Anne from this position who overtaken by rage and hatred slid her hand between Sara's legs and grabbed at Sara's crotch through her panties, pulling her pussy through her lacy panties, digging her nails in hard. Sara screamed and called Anne allsorts and instinctively fighting fire with fire darted her own well manicured hand forwards and grabbed at Anne's panties, a nail actually snapping as we tore at the lacy material and they both sat there grabbing at each other's womanhood. Screaming abuse at each other, turning the moonlight air blue.

Never in Sara's wildest dreams could she have imagined that she would be tearing at her rival's crotch in this way, even when they were schoolgirls their fights had not been this savage but there they were, 20 years plus on, mauling and digging nails in, scratching flesh and hair, the agony enough to make them almost pass out but their hate for one another kept them going. Both women were tiring fast the savage fight taking its toll. Anne laid her shoulder into Sara and then fell to her side bringing Sara with her, both women fighting on just energy now from schoolgirls to hell cats in a few days, panting, breath ragged as they continued to clamp onto each others crotch. Sara's hand was gripping Anne's shoulder, her nails digging in, more to hold on and keep fighting over the exhaustion rather than to hurt, barely able to speak now, just trying to win this war of pussy mauling attrition. Neither woman could barely lift their hand and almost as if in mutual agreement they released and rolled to their side, both in pain and both glaring at each other.

For a couple of minutes they lay on the grass, both on their backs, their sweaty, ravaged bodies glistening under the moonlight. Neither would speak until Sara got up and wiping her hair out of her face, strands of her hair stuck to her face that Anne had torn away from her head slowly started to walk away, putting some distance between the two warring hell cats.

“This isn't over bitch” she yelled back to Anne as Anne slowly got up, exhausted and yelled back “You know it isn't SLUT” both women grateful that their exhaustion had prevented them from getting seriously hurt, both women still with a burning hatred for one another and both women heading back to their husbands to tell them about that incredible moonlit meeting in the woods.