Love and Hate
by Catwriter
Diane was content. A senior in high school, doing well. Actually looked forward to her day. It took a lot of effort but she had become head cheerleader. The boys thought she was hot and her classes were going quite well.
“Yo, cheerleader slut”, spat Sonya. And Diane’s day began to take a turn for the worse. Sonya, although pretty, was about 20 pounds heavier than Diane and resented her in the most hateful way. Throughout their senior year together, both girls had grown to dislike each other intensely. It was not Diane at all. But after hundreds of taunts, the big girl had gotten on Diane’s last nerve.
“Sonya, nice to see you”, smiled Diane, trying to put the best possible foot forward. They passed in the hall, Sonya leaning in and knocking Diane’s books from her arms.
“Oh, excuse me, bitch”, laughed Sonya as she went on to class.
Diane slowly gathered her books and went on to class.
Later in the day after most students had gone home, Diane was returning to the locker room across the football field.
“What’s up cheerleader whore?” said Sonya as she came across the freshly mowed grass.
“I’ve about had it with you, bitch, stay away from me” Diane screamed.
“There’s a little field out back, care to join me?” Sonya said sarcastically.
“No time like the present.” Diane was fuming, what is this bitches problem. She followed Sonya to a small clearing behind some trees. She looked fantastic in her blue and gold outfit. Sonya was wearing a white blouse and Jean skirt.
Once they arrived in the clearing, Sonya just launched herself at Diane. “Fucking whore!” she screamed. “Screw you, bitch” shouted Diane and they fell to the ground wrapped closely together. Although Sonya was much heavier, Diane managed to scramble on top where she pulled frantically at Sonya’s hair. Sonya heaved and pushed and after a moment, managed to topple Diane to her side.
Each had one hand in the other’s hair and with the other they clawed at one another. Diane ripped Sonya’s blouse, exposing her 36C breasts encased in a plain white bra. Sonya ripped at Diane’s outfit and soon Diane’s fine 34C’s were popping free. Diane ripped Sonya’s bra at the front and grasped Sonya’s right breast and twisted wickedly.
Sonya, slapped Diane hard in the face and crawled on top of her, screaming “Bitch” Diane brought a knee up quickly, catching Sonya in the cxnt, “OOOWWWWWWW”, knocking her to the ground.
Diane rose quickly, her beautiful uniform shredded. She stepped out of her outfit and wearing only pale blue panties stood over Sonya.
Sonya rose, angrily, when she was half off the ground and lunged at Diane catching her just beneath the breasts with her shoulder. Once again the women, half-naked now, fell to ground hard and began rolling fiercely tearing at hair. Diane elbowed Sonya in the throat and rolled into it. Sonya gasped beneath Diane’s chokehold. Desperately, Sonya tore at Diane’s panties and dug her fingers into Diane’s mound, tearing with her nails.
“EEEYYYOOOOWWW” screamed Diane as she threw herself to the side.
“Woah, what’s this shit”, said Nicci, as she stood to the side “ She’s kicking your ass, Sonya” and Nicci, a friend of Sonya, started laughing.
“Not for long” spat Sonya as she leapt on Diane, wrestling her to the ground, crotches grinding. Diane tried to get out but nothing she did would work. She even bit hard into Sonya’s forearm, causing Sonya to shriek loudly. But Sonya had her now. Large breasts dangling in Diane’s eyes, she inched up until her cxnt was glued to Diane’s navel.
“Let me see, if I can help” said Nicci. Nicci had removed her blouse and bra and leaned over the warring women. “Push over, bitch” she said to Sonya.
“Fuck you, I beat her” and Sonya held firm. She and Nicci faced off on their knees above the sobbing Diane. They were evenly matched, each at 150 pounds, with firm breasts and prominent nipples.
Each lightly rubbed one of Diane’s breasts while glaring at each other. Diane began to moan softly.
Nicci inched forward and thrust her breasts into Sonya’s gorgeous chest. Sonya pushed back. The breasts sank into one another and then rose up and out at the sides as the two tough women began their titfight. Pushing gently at first, they began twisting their torsos to nipple drag their opponent. “Oww” “Damn” “You’d better stop now, bitch” They spoke softly from years of toughness. Each knew she could destroy the other and take the prize.
Nicci lunged forward and wrapped her arms around Sonya. The twin tigresses fell to Diane’s side, although, Nicci’s pussy was directly over Diane’s. The big girls began a furious catfight, grabbing handfuls of hair and tearing as their breasts continued to punish each other. They ripped at one another’s skirt and tore until they were wearing only white panties. Rolling and thrashing wildly, they began punching and slapping at one another, still tearing at hair.
Nicci secured a wicked cxnt grab on Sonya who screamed crazily. “AAARRRGGGGG, cxnt”. And Sonya grasped Nicci in the same hold. Tears came to their eyes as they battled, screaming and yelling. On their sides now, both women had one hand in each other’s hair, at both ends. Tugging viciously now, the vixens just pulled. Breasts in constant contact, they battled. Locking legs, they secured a death grip and ceased moving except for their hands working in constant motion. Hair mixed with grass and sweat pouring from their faces, they continued on for several moments when Sonya finally relented.
Nicci finally punched Sonya hard in the face three times, knocking her unconscious.
“Bitch” said Nicci to the now unconscious Sonya.
Crawling over to Diane she whispered, “To the winner goes the spoils”. Diane was sitting up now with her hands behind her back, pert young breasts and nipples pointing skyward. Nicci came up behind the still groggy Diane and let Diane fall back into her. Reaching around, she began lightly playing with Diane’s nipples and cupping her firm breasts. Diane stared up into her rescuers eyes and smiled. Nicci leaned down and began kissing her small friend. Their tongues licked tenderly on lips and each other. Diane reached up and began fondling Nicci’s beautiful breasts as the two girls began moaning slightly.
Then, Nicci slowly
Guess I didn’t finish this one. Oh well.
Maybe a sequel later
Catwriter
Don’t forget my books for sale on Amazon. I have a new one in the works with thecatzman as the illustrator/artist. He will provide 15 drawings to a story of his choosing. Be about a month. He’s using the models he used for “After the Funeral” as models for this story. Should be a great one with twice the drawings.
