Laura gripped the steering wheel hard as she drove. She was still wearing the minimal clothing she slept in the night before, a worn blue tank top and loose black pajama pants. As she drove, Laura cursed herself for not putting on a bra. Her 36D breasts sat high and firm on her chest as her already erect nipples tented the tank top. She had the window open to try and cool her heated mood. Her dirty blonde hair whipped around. No more than 15 minutes prior, she had learned her husband of 3 years, James, was sleeping with another woman. This woman, Dawn, was also married and James said that she knew James was married but didn’t care. Before Laura left the house, she had kneed James in his balls and left with his cell phone. As she drove, there was a ding from a text message. She picked it up and almost swerved into a car. Cursing, Laura pulled into a parking lot to read the text. It was from Dawn. It read:
“Lover, I need you this morning. I am so horny right now.”
Then a picture of a topless blonde with large breasts came on the screen. Laura slammed the phone down on the center console, spider webbing the screen.
“THAT FUCKING CUNT!!!” She swore, then as if she was speaking to Dawn from a few blocks away, “DON’T WORRY BITCH, I AM ON MY WAY!” Laura put the car in gear and pealed out of the parking lot.
Dawn had gotten the kids off to the bus and texted James right before getting into the shower. She hoped that when she got out, he would show up so they could get dirty all over again. She had tied her hair up so not to get it wet because he seemed to like the unkempt look on her. She dried her body, paying attention to her big 36DD breasts. Even after having her kids, the breasts showed very little sag. Dawn slipped on a body hugging t shirt and slipped on some silky running shorts. She did a pirouette in the mirror.
“You still got it girl,” she cooed at the reflection, admiring her body, large tits with a tapered waist and womanly hips and ass. Then the doorbell rang. “MMMMMM, on my way baby,” she said as she took out the pin in her hair and let the blonde locks fall to the middle of her back.
The house she lived in was small; moving from the master bedroom, down the hall and to the front door that opened to a small living room with a worn couch and loveseat in it, only took 15 seconds. Dawn was giddy with excitement for the dick she was planning to get this morning. She pulled the door open and was surprised there was a woman, not James, standing there, it what looked like her pajamas. The woman was about her height but was slimmer, with breasts that looked slightly smaller, but not by much from her own.
“Can I help you?” Dawn asked, not recognizing the woman, who was looking her up and down.
“Are you Dawn?” Laura asked on the front step of the house. She was now in reach of the whore who was fucking her husband.
“Yes, do I know you?” Dawn asked her brow furrowed with confusion.
“No, we have never met until now,” Laura said, dropping her hands to her sides. “But you know my husband, James.” She waited the split second it took for the recognition to register on Dawn’s face and then Laura whipped her right hand around and slapped Dawn across her cheek, knocking the blonde back inside the living room of the house. Laura advanced in.
It could have ended there. Laura got her slap in, Dawn got hit, that could have been it. But Laura’s eye burned with fury.
Dawn, holding her cheek, stared down Laura, “So you are the wife,” Dawn said, “I figured I would meet you sooner or later.”
“And you are the whore who can’t keep her legs closed,” Laura hurled back at the slightly bigger blonde.
“Well, bitch,” Dawn said now squaring up, “If you can’t please him in the bedroom, someone has to.”
“FUCKING CUNT!!!” Laura screamed and rushed at Dawn. The two blondes collided in the living room but the momentum caused them to slam, dawn’s back first, into the wall. Laura had two handfuls of Dawns hair and was pulling her head back and forth. Dawn tried to grip Laura’s chin and push her head back but the other woman was a demon. Dawn grabbed double handfuls of Laura’s dirty blonde hair and pushed off the wall. The pair of women careened around the living room until Laura’s back hit the back of the couch and Dawn pushed her over it, send both, momentarily onto the couch and then onto the carpeted floor in front of it. Slippers and sandals were lost as legs locked together and the mutual hair pulling gave way to slapping as they began to roll back and forth across the carpet.
Dawn was no stranger to catfights. She had been in many in her day. From play fights designed to get her man hard to enjoy a threesome or dirty, nasty spats where she and another woman would end up naked locked in furious combat.
Laura too, was no novice. She experienced her fair share of brawls. Not just the ones were they pulled hair until they were broken up, but some raunchy ones too. In college, she and her roommate had a dispute over a boy and spent over an hour of naked combat, using all they could to overwhelm each other. Tits fought, pussies ground, hair was pulled and faces scratched until Laura emerged the victor.
Over and over the two women rolled across the carpet and back again. The cursed like sailors through gritted teeth. Clumps of blonde hair littered the carpet as hands greedily tore out clumps; free hands slapped and scratched at arms, necks and faces. The pair even used their toenails to scratch down calves. As Laura rolled on top, Dawn grabbed the back of her tank top and wrenched it to the right to turn them over. Laura could feel the tank tear some, so she grabbed Dawn’s tight t-shirt at the neckline and pulled hard, feeling the fabric give way in her hand. The pair separated and rolled apart a few feet.
Laura got to her knees and brushed her hair back. Her face was sweating and she was breathing hard. She looked down at her tank top and it was stretched so much that her D cup breasts were almost falling out. Her arms were covered in red marks and scratches. She looked up at Dawn who was looking just as bad as Laura was. Scratched with one breast popping out of her ruined t-shirt. Nail marks adorned Dawn’s face and scalp. The bigger blonde was also breathing hard and starting to show a sheen of sweat.
Dawn pulled the torn shirt off her upper body. “This was brand new, you bitch!” Dawn exclaimed.
“That is only going to be part of the hell I am going to give you, whore!” Laura yelled back, pulling her torn tank from her chest.
Dawn and Laura got to a standing position about 10 feet apart. The rushed together at the same time and SMACK! The sound of the slap of two bodies coming together echoed in the living room. They viciously yanked hair again trying to pull of the head of her rival. Careening in a drunk like dance, the pair hit the wall and rolled against it down the hallway. The hallway was rather small and they took turns rolling against one side and then forcing the other against the other side and rolling against it again. While hands pulled hair, fists came into play. They punched at heads and faces, back and tummies; even landing shots to each other’s tits. As the rolled once more, they fell into the open door of the bath room. Dawn landed on top of Laura and tried to work her legs into a straddle. The smaller blonde twisted Dawn’s head by the hair and punched her in the mouth. Blood started to trickle from Dawn’s lips but it made her sit up more and get pushed against the tub. Laura continue to pull at Dawn while pushing her body up and forcing them both into the tub. The bigger blonde tried to scramble back but Laura was on top of her, raking nails over Dawn’s breasts. Dawn reached back and pulled the lever of the shower by accident, spraying both with a jet of ice cold water. Each woman squealed as the water hit reddened and scratched skin. Dawn was able to get her right foot up and planted it against Laura’s hip and she pushed off, sending the blonde wife into the back of the tub. Laura was dazed but Dawn didn’t try to take advantage, instead she tried to stand, but caught a foot to the belly from Laura, dropping Dawn to her knees in the tub. Different types of shampoo, body wash and conditioner lined the tub. Dawn grabbed a big bottle of shampoo and threw it at Laura, who ducked just in time and the bottle slammed into the wall behind her. Laura in turn, grabbed a bottle of body wash and was going to throw it but Dawn came forward and grasped her wrist with both hands. Laura’s free hand joined the others and they hand wrestled for the body wash. As hands squeezed the bottle, the cap popped off and liquid soap covered their heads and bodies.
“GOD DAMMNIT!” Dawn howled, some of the soap getting in her eyes.
“MOTHER FUCKER!” Laura cursed as she was temporarily blinded from the body wash.
Each let go of the bottle and wrapped arms around each other, pulled the backs of wet hair. Fingers slid through the wet, soap logged locks, but each twisted fingers in to get better grips. The combined friction of their big breasts rubbing together with the body wash covering them caused white, frothy soap to appear. Laura pulled the back of Dawn’s hair hard and this caused their faces to come under the stream of cold water, washing the soap from their eyes. Now able to see again, Dawn balled up a fist and punched Laura in the side of the head. The smaller blonde slumped a little and Dawn used the stoppage to try and get out of the tub. Laura was leaning against the side of the tub when she saw the bigger blonde try to get out. She grabbed the wet, thin shorts Dawn was wearing and tried to pull her back in. The shorts held for only a few moments as Dawn struggled out of the tub and then RRRRRIIIIIPPPP! The gave way in Laura’s grip and sent her flying back to the tub wall again.
Now naked, wet and soapy, Dawn moved on hands and knees out of the bathroom and into the hallway. She used the wall to push her way to her feet and sucked in needed breathe. Laura rolled out of the tub, tossing the torn shorts to the floor. She noticed her pajama pants were sagging so much, the bottoms covered her feet. She pulled them down and was now as naked, wet and soapy as the bitch she had been battling. Using the sink, Laura got to her feet and saw Dawn stagger down the hallway to another open door. She almost slipped on the wet tile floor but stayed upright until her feet found carpet again. She rushed at the back of the bigger blonde. Dawn heard the movement as she almost reached her bedroom door and turned just and Laura slammed into her, propelling both women into the bedroom and onto the bed.
Dawn was on her back at first but the shock of Laura slamming into her, brought a second wind to the bigger blonde. The two started scratching as they wrestled all over the bed, bodies still slick with soap and water. Dawn clawed at Laura’s face, bringing a scream of pain as her nails dug down the beautiful face of her new rival. Laura thought hot knives her scratching her face; she swatted open hands at Dawn’s at fight and then down her neck to her chest. The grunt she heard when her palm connected with Dawn’s tits gave her an idea. Laura dung all ten of her nails into the DD breasts of Dawn. The bigger blonde’s eyes almost popped out of her head and her scream almost broke Laura’s eardrums. Dawn grabbed at the smaller woman’s wrist and tried to pry them off, but the nails held fast and movement only caused Dawn more pain because it stretched her boobs. Tears were streaming from her eyes but she did she the sway orbs in front of her. Dawn reached up and filled her hands with Laura’s breasts and started to squeeze. Now both blondes were screaming and crying as they tried to destroy their womanly assets. They rolled over so they were side by side on the bed, tits being pulled, pinched, kneaded, clawed, twisted and groped into grotesque and unnatural shapes. Soapy legs locked, wet tummies ground together as Dawn and Laura tried to decimate each other’s big breasts.
Laura did not know how long they had been fighting or how much longer she could go on. Her tits were on fire; red drops of blood were oozing from Dawn’s fingernails as they clawed into the tits. Her own nails were also drawing blood from Dawn’s big rack. Laura let go of Dawn’s right tit and balled up her left fist and punched the big blonde in the nose. Blood erupted from Dawn’s nose and her grips on Laura’s tits slackened enough that Laura rolled away. Each woman lay on the bed, crying and moaning from the damage they had done to the other. Slowly, painfully they got onto their hands and knees on the bed. Heads moved up and eyes locked again. Laura and Dawn reached for each other at the same time. They came together in a mutual clench, blood splotched tits mashed together and they each cried out as the pained tits compressed. Knees moved for better position and each started moving legs out and locked up in a sitting catball. Laura hissed as Dawn’s pussy lips touched hers. Nails raked down each other’s back, causing them to arch and their tits to smash together even more. They rocked back and forth, asses flexing, pussies and tummies rubbing furiously and tits crushed so tight, they mushroomed out at the sides. Blood from her nose was dripping down into Dawn’s mouth and she spit blood in Laura’s face.
“OH YOU CUNT!!!” Laura screamed and head butted Dawn in face.
Dawn cried out and her grip started to slacken. Laura rode her down to the bed. Legs unlocked and Laura moved her hips to straddle Dawn’s waist. The big blonde was holding her face, blood gushing from between her fingers. Laura balled up both fist and started punched the DD’s below her. When Dawn tried to cover her tits, Laura changed to swing at her face. Then Dawn stopped moving. Laura collapsed on top of her. Their tits making a wet SLAP as they came together. She lay there, on top of her rival for a few minutes. Slowly, Laura rolled off and staggered to the bathroom to clean herself the best she could. She examined herself in the mirror, there were bald patches in her scalp, scratch marks covered her body, her breasts were turning black and blue, but she never felt better. She took a pair of baggy sweats from Dawn’s bedroom and dressed and left the house. When she stumbled to her car, she checked the time. They had been fighting for over 30 minutes. She called James at his work.
“Get over to your whore’s house and clean her up before her kids get home,” Laura said in a cold voice, “Tell them she got into an accident or something. When you get home, pack your shit and leave. I am filing for divorce. If you fight me on this, I will get my brothers to pay you a visit. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” was the weak reply on the other end.
Laura hung up and drove home and took the longest bath of her life.
The End