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CATFIGHTS (FF, v)
by Anonymous Authors (usap99@aol.com)
(c) 1997
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ANTHONY FROM LONDON
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The one catfight that sticks in my mind was a few years ago in London, on
an underground train (like the NY subway or Paris metro). It was about
5:30 or 6:00 PM, the train was crowded with people leaving work for the
day. I was most probably coming back from the airport and had a (ring
side) seat. By the door were two women, very respectable types, dressed
for the 'office' (they could have been managers or senior secretaries).
I am not sure how it started, maybe one put her high heel onto the other's
toe, maybe an elbow hit a breast, with the movement of the train. They
certainly did not seem to know one another. Suddenly, the were facing
each other, calling one another names and commenced hitting one another.
Everyone moved out of the way and they were on the floor of the still
moving train. Brief cases forgotten, they clawed and ripped at each
other, jackets and blouses torn open revealing hot panting breasts, barely
contained by their bras, skirts torn apart and riding up to their waists,
one was wearing stockings and suspenders (I can't help but recall) and the
other tights, both were wearing black panties (the stocking wearer nice
lacy one's).
The train pulled into a station and the two women, still locked into their
passionate, violent, tumultuous embrace, rolled from the train onto the
platform. The commuters stood around, not being able to believe their
eyes and doing nothing to stop the two. There were shoes onto the platform
as the doors closed and the last I saw of them, the now topless women,
they were attacking each others panties....It was all quite exciting, I
have to admit, and I have no idea what started it.
TONY FROM RHODE ISLAND
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This happened a while back... A few years back, in Rhode Island, my
roommate and I were hanging out on a cloudy Saturday afternoon trying to
decide what to do. As it was rather humid, we had the door and windows
open trying to stay cool with the faint breeze that was blowing. Our
attention quickly turned to some shouting that sounded like it was coming
from the parking lot in front of our apartment. Out of concern for our
cars, we stepped out to see what was going on.
Sure enough, right between our two parked cars was a group of younger
girls (I'd say about 17-18 years old) in a rather heated shouting match.
We walked out and came up on them tried to calm things down and get them
to move away from our cars, if nothing else. We were basically told to
mind our own business by the girl doing most of the shouting. She was
about 5'4", medium build with rather large breasts, and long dark brown
hair that was really teased out.
The target of her yelling was a more petite girl, probably 5'2", whose
breasts were about the same size as her adversary, but looked too large
for her small frame. She also had dark brown hair, about shoulder length,
and wavy. With that, my roommate and I figured we'd better stay put,
since it was getting interesting and they hadn't moved more than five feet
from our cars during their shouting and circling.
It then became obvious that the petite girl was alone and the others were
on the side of the taller girl. Well, push came to shove and they begin
screaming and pulling hair. Every now and then a slap or punch would
happen, but mainly screaming, hair pulling and circling.
After a few minutes of this it started to get a little more aggressive
with harder shoves and more slaps. Then the taller girl grabbed the
petite one by the collar of her blouse and threw her to the ground,
immediately jumping on her. Her friends cheered her on as she popped the
buttons on the blouse between slaps to the face of the one who was
obviously unable to get out from under the bigger girl. The little one
was crying now with her blouse open and her rounded breasts bouncing with
every sob.
The bigger girl then ripped the bra off of the little one and threw it to
her friends who were laughing and making fun of her victim. With her arms
pinned by the knees of her foe, the petite one couldn't cover her big
breasts as they jiggled with every attempt to dislodge the one on top.
Her nipples were puffy and pink and very erect. Seeing this the big girl
began to slap the milky white breasts of the little one making the skin
turn a bright red with every stinging slap. The little one screamed and
cried even louder. The big girl was obviously getting into this as she
smiled and laughed every time her hands connected with the swollen,
crimson breasts that were at her disposal.
About this time her friends were telling her to stop and that the she had
hurt the little one enough. She paused for a moment, looked at her
helpless victim, bent over, licked each of the swollen nipples and spit in
the poor girl's face. Then she just got up and walked away with her
friends. The little one was obviously hurt and humiliated. She closed up
her blouse, sat up and then got up and walked to the other building where
she lived. Needless to say, my roommate and I were quite entertained that
day.
RUSS FROM FLORIDA
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The catfight I remember most was actually the one at which I learned about
lipstick lesbians. Some friends of mine owned a tanning salon. They were
a gay couple (I'm straight) and it was in the same strip mall that the
travel agency I worked in was located. It was a great place to hang out
and in the summer drinks flowed all day. I also liked to hang out there
because there was a constant stream of women through there, getting
tan...and naked...in the booths. Robert would point out to me who was gay
and who was straight and who was a slut.... gays get the best dirt.
One day in the salon two of the best looking women pulled up...you could
tell they were flirting... pushing and hugging... they tanned and hung out
a bit afterwards. All of a sudden a UPS truck pulled up and out bounded a
girl I had seen before but didn't know too much about... she headed
straight for one of the two earlier women and just grabbed her hair and
pulled her into the parking lot.... "You fucking bitch! You keep the fuck
away from her!" (EVERYONE by the way...is blond in the trio). The one
who's getting dragged is no pushover though, and just starts swinging
upwards at the UPS chick. And they are both now landing some GOOD shots...
the one they're fighting over is just standing on the curb yelling....
"Leave her alone you stupid bitch...there's nothing going on...."
Right....
Next Chris, a girl from the salon next door came running out and dives
into the middle of this to break it up (Chris I would come to learn,
was/is Bi ). Unfortunately for Chris, she's wearing a tube top and
yes...a boob decides to make a brief (but enjoyable) appearance. That
actually seemed to cause the two women to stop swinging. This fight had
some of the best shots I've ever seen two people land in a fight. Most
guys spend a lot of time circling... but these two went at it.