THE CARNIVAL
By Catwriter
Hot summer days. The snow was gone for now, harsh winter nights faded away and people could just relax, enjoy their summer vacations and the occasional carnival that visited town.
Cora was feeling fine. It was Saturday and she and a friend from work had decided that the carnival would provide a needed break. Even dressed down, Cora was dressed up. She wore a loose fitting T-shirt with the words “Lead, Follow or Get out of the Way”. The white tennis shorts accentuated a bottom that had men dropping pencils most of her life.
Tammy came by in her brand damn new Camaro and off they went, laughing and loving the day. It was around 11:00 am and the crowd was just beginning to thicken. Kids, moms, and dads were having a great time shoveling money at a whole different world. She and Tammy were having fun just walking around doing the people watching thing when she noticed someone she really did not want to see.
“Allie”, thought Cora. “Oh damn that bitch”. Co-workers for the past five years since high school, they could not have been more different. Although their long blonde hair was beautiful, Cora had a figure that made guys drool, literally. Check out any gal with a 39C-26-36 figure and tell me you would not lie about anything to spend just a moment looking..
Allie, on the other hand, had slightly smaller breasts. Still a C cup but not as full. She had not heard of or could not afford breast augmentation because she was just not as gifted in that area. She was pretty, to be sure, and her ass was wonderfully rounded.
It was "the attitude thing" that bothered Cora. Allie had hired on several months ahead of her at the small accounting firm in town. They had actually been friends, at the beginning. Allie had helped Cora settle in and feel comfortable. They'd had drinks and spent time together. Right up until Allie had been promoted it was great. And then, Allie, like many, had assumed an alien mind. I mean she just flipped out. Like many new supervisors, Allie just made Cora's life a living hell, requesting reports yesterday, remarking on her being five minutes late from lunch.
During that time, Cora had time to think. And all she thought about was getting Allie alone somewhere and kicking her ass to kingdom come. Seeing red, Cora strode up to Allie and her two buddy supervisors at the office. Allie was dressed in a similar attire to Cora. Tight jean shorts and a T-shirt which showed her middle and had no sleeves.
“Allie, didn't expect to see you here” cooed Cora.
“Cora, how are you sweetheart” smiled Allie
To say the slap from Cora was unexpected would be missing the tone of Allie's voice. She was (and is) a pluperfect bitch.
Coiling back, hand to face, she regarded Cora with absolute hatred. “Big-titted cow”, she thought. Allie too, had wanted to get her hands on Cora. Her male boss loved Cora and every other guy at the place thought she was special. And of course, she was.
But not to Allie.
Not the ideal place for a catfight thought Allie, but what the hell and she launched herself at Cora. Although somewhat prepared, Cora nonetheless back peddled as Allie careened at her.
The angry women wrapped arms about each other’s necks, twirled several times and crashed to the grass of the meadow. “Fucking bitch”! the angry gals roared simultaneously as they rolled back and forth. Screaming and tearing...they went at each other. This was a serious bitch fight.
No one cared why these two didn’t like one another. The moms started taking sides and the dads turned sideways hoping to hide what suddenly had risen.
Sharp slaps were thrown by both women who were by now very happy to finally be in one another's hair. Holding blonde hair with one hand and flailing with the other, they rolled violently in the grass. Legs were locked, tummies pressed together and Cora’s wonderful breasts were glued to the nipples of Allie. They were rocking now. Hissin and spittin and cussin up a storm. Damn!!!!!!!
Parents tried to shoo the children away but future catfight fans were not easily dissuaded. The women rolled into a wooded spike used to prop up a tent. It hit Allie in the back and she screamed.
“You nasty bitch” she screamed as she scrambled to her knees and then stood.
“Who are you calling a bitch, you absolute asshole” screamed Cora who also scrambled to her feet.
Panting and circling, the now wild looking women appraised one another. During the scramble, their T-shirts had risen up and white bras were exposed. Their shorts had gone upward and downward at the same time, meeting in the middle. They looked hot.
The crowd had circled and pushed forward to the point that a twenty square foot area had officially been declared. Screaming threats, the two blondes again ran at one another.
SPLAT!!!
They twirled once quickly and hit the ground with a thud and then began punching and slapping each other with wild abandon. They screamed out their pain as they received the blows but never slowed a bit. Their bodies were a constant whirl of motion as they fought out their fight before the crowd.
Locking up again in a full side by side body press, they each tried to bite at one another. Hands tearing at hair, they kept one another from their throats but both yearned for blood. The hatred was palpable.
Allie released a hand from Cora’s hair and punched her hard in the left breast causing it to tumble before e the crowd. As the cheer went up, Cora punched Allie in the face and the two women separated once more. Allie showed blood dripping from her chin but was fully fight animated and obviously anxious to continue. Cora took her up on that and kicked out viciously, hitting Allie in the thigh.
Allie went down as though gunshot and rolled down a short embankment behind the tent. Cora followed, with at least one-half of her 39Cs bouncing wildly upon her chest. Harry Johnson, who owned the local Ford dealership, decided to pass out at that very moment.
Each crazed female, reaching the bottom in her own way, was soon back to some serious catfighting. Cora launched herself at a disoriented Allie and they were tearing hair in no time. The mud at the bottom of the streambed began coating their bodies. They really did not care. Only had eyes and fists for each other.
And they went at it hard. This had been building for a very long time and the gals figured, “What the hell”.
It was in the words of one witness...”Way cool”..
It was close body contact now, Cora’s huge breasts spanning out upon Allie’s chest, bulging and pressing together. Allie’s tits may have been small but her nipples were unusually large and they dueled mightily with Cora’s wildly swinging pair.
Rolling and pummeling, the battlers came to rest on their sides. Then, the ripping began. Both women tore off the others top in what seemed like nanoseconds and dug their hands into the other’s chest. It was fucking brutal. Their screams were said to be heard in the next county but they really didn't care. They were enjoying this.
Allie certainly had larger targets and she twisted Cora’s tits without mercy. Cora, however, had each of Allie’s nipples between thumb and forefinger and was wrenching them as though they were bread dough. Legs continued to strain mightily against each other but the breast punishment was too great.
The women heaved apart, rising slowly to their knees. Oh, they were so tired, but fortunately for the onlookers, still very mad.
They did take advantage of the moment though and caught some needed breath. Then, slipping on hands and knees they began obliquely moving toward one another.
“You big-titted whore” gasped Allie
“Oh fuck you, you flat- assed cxnt” sneered Cora.
Rising up while still on their knees they came together again. This time it was a hand strength match as they twisted and turned, chests grazing together.
And after several minutes of very tiring arm wrestling, they just bear hugged and grasped handfuls of muddy hair from behind. It was sensational.
Lying almost still now, cheek to cheek, they continued to inflict a world of pain upon each other. It was a true women test. “How much can you take, bitch”.
Barely moving, mud making slight sucking sounds at the slightest movement, they continued to bear hug and pull at hair. Faces with fearful grins, bodies aligned totally they continued to go at it.
Then, Cora felt Allie release her grip ever so slightly.
“Tired, bitch?” whispered Cora.
“cxnt” replied Allie as her grip continued to weaken. And finally, she just fell back, breathing heavily and saying nothing at all.
Although exhausted, Cora managed, after a moment to rise to her knees. It seemed every last strength in her body was taken to wrench her upper torso, swing her arm and connect her fist very loudly with Allie’s face.
That was it. All it took. Allie was light’s out.
Just as Cora slumped across her body, she could hear as though in a dream a very loud cheer. Looking up through mud-encrusted eyes, the crowd was bananas. It was the best fight anyone could remember and Cora still thinks about it to this day with a faint smile in her eyes.
