Catfight story: Bed & Breakfast

Nice story. There are plenty of us who like female confrontation here though that site that Spiceboy suggested would probably also like it. I'm looking forward to reading more. Thanks for posting.

PART III

“You’re getting really worked up now,” Abby snarled. “Hah! Same are you,” Caroline snapped back. Fuck, she couldn’t even speak, she thought to herself. She had combined “Same with you” and “so are you.” She was in a state where complete sentences weren’t forming anymore. Let’s just say none of the blood in her body was flowing to her brain. It was going to other regions. Her and Abby were on the floor of their bedroom, butt naked, in a double leg lock facing opposite directions. Their thighs were wrapped around each others’ waists, and they were squeezing. This left their pussies and asses exposed which they were happy to aggressively examine for one another. Caroline shoved her finger deeper into her opponent’s cunt. “You like that bitch?” she asked. She could feel an orgasm building like a tidal wave, and Abby was moaning deeply. As she plugged Abby’s hole and Abby did the same to her, she thought back to how they got to this point. How did it get here?
After they had both been dismissed from the restaurant, Caroline had walked out in a daze, processing what had just happened. She couldn’t believe she let her horniness and competitiveness get the better of her. She was so pissed at Abby. That bitch had caused her to lose her job. She burst into the room they shared and flopped on her bed. She felt a piece of paper under her. A note was written in lipstick and said “see you tonight at 7.” Perfect, all I want is to get even with that cunt, she thought. Caroline watched her phone as the clock ticked away. 5:30. 6. 6:30. She felt butterflies in her stomach. 6:40. What should she wear? She decided on shorts and a tank top. 6:50. Caroline was shaking with anticipation. At 6:55 she heard the door creak open. Abby was standing there in the doorway, wearing a flowy summer dress. “I’ve been waiting to teach you a lesson bitch. I lost my job because of you,” Caroline said. “Are you kidding, all of this is your fault. If you hadn’t turned down wrestling we wouldn’t have had all that pent up aggression.” “Well there’s no chance I’m turning it down this time,” said Caroline, stepping towards Abby. The girls got in each other’s faces. “Fuck you cunt.” You’re such a bitch” “You ready to go dear?” “Depends if you are, my darling.” They circled each other. “How about some submission wrestling love,” Abby said, taking her earrings off and slipping out of her shoes. “Fine with me,” said Caroline aggressively, while putting her hair up. They were at last ready. Nothing was standing in their way. Caroline was wearing her black spandex shorts and tight pink tank top, and Abby was in her beautiful yellow sundress. Both were barefoot with their hair up. Caroline could see Abby wasn’t wearing a bra. Perfect, neither am I, she thought. “I can’t wait to make you submit,” Abby said, circling her opponent. “We’ll see,” Caroline whispered. With that the two women rushed toward each other. “Time to finish what we started,” Caroline hissed as they maneuvered to gain an advantage. They were locking each other’s hands and dancing trying to trip up their opponent. “You want to dance or you want to fight?” Caroline asked and aimed a slap at Abby’s face. Abby looked at Caroline with disgust. “Now we’re even,” Caroline said with a smirk. Abby decided to retaliate by charging at her opponent with her shoulder lowered. She tackled her like a football player and they thumped on the ground. Abby lay on top but Caroline tried valiantly to slide her hips over Abby’s to gain control. Abby grabbed her opponents butt and gripped it hard. “You’re not gonna beat me with this flabby thing, girl.” Hot rage burned through Caroline. She grabbed Abby’s dress from her bottom position and ripped it, exposing her naked breasts. “Oh it’s like that?” Abby screamed. She was still on top and forcefully grabbed Caroline’s tank top. It ripped and the two girls instantly started attacking each other’s breasts like wildcats. Abby grabbed her opponent’s tits and kneaded and clawed and scratched and Caroline did the same as they cursed at each other. Wincing in pain, Abby rolled away. The two girls were on their knees breathing hard and staring each other down. The sun was setting in the background. Caroline couldn’t help admiring Abby’s breasts. They were bigger than hers and swollen from her attacks. Without a word Caroline shimmied out of her tattered tank top. She then peeled off her spandex, leaving her standing there, sick with anticipation, barefoot with her hair up wearing only a red lacy thong. Abby couldn’t help but notice her opponent looked amazing. She felt her pussy tingling so hard it was and making her stomach turn. “Your turn,” Caroline whispered. “You don’t need to tell me twice bitch,” Abby said and peeled off her torn up dress revealing the slutty black thong and nothing else underneath. “I can’t wait to tear that thing off of you,” Caroline said, feeling her pussy starting to get incredibly wet. “I’m gonna pull yours up your asscrack so hard it rips,” Abby said. They ran at each other and missed. Again, they charged their opponent in a rage and this time both of them let out a massive grunt as they collided at full power, woman to woman. Caroline got behind Abby, tripped her legs and the two girls fell to the ground. Caroline felt Abby’s ass pressing into her crotch, and she secretly enjoyed its warmth and firmness as Abby flexed and struggled to get out of her hold. Caroline had her opponent in a leg lock and started to choke her. She whispered, “this is how I’m gonna get you.” and Abby scoffed. “We’re just getting started bitch,” she said. With that, she reached behind her opponent and pulled her red thong. The fabric started to strain in Caroline’s butthole. She let out a yelp of pain and Abby used the lapse in concentration to flip her over and maneuver her supple ass onto Caroline’s chest. Caroline saw the opportunity and yanked Abby’s black thong, hard. Abby let out a grunt, but it didn’t’ seem to faze her too much. “Damn, this bitch has a strong butthole,” Caroline thought. She kept pulling on the thong until she felt the fabric start to rip. She had barely noticed but Abby had already shredded and removed her thong, and they simultaneously went for a leg lock and squeezed.
The two girls inhaled sharply as they plunged fingers into each other’s pussies. They didn’t even think about it. They knew it was what they both ultimately wanted. Caroline’s pussy was on fire. No man had ever made her feel this way. She was amazed at how horny she was. Based on Abby’s wet, slick bare pussy she must feel the same, Caroline thought. She forgot they were fighting for a second. She just wanted to fuck Abby all night, ravish her all over this floor. She was too wet to speak. They were rolling around squeezing. Caroline felt a finger slip into her butt. She didn’t care. She returned the favor. She thought about all the times she had been changing in the locker room with her teammates and briefly fantasized about grabbing her half-naked teammates and tearing their clothes off and fucking them. All the catty competitiveness she had felt but buried deep was coming out. Her forbidden fantasies were coming true. She was matching bodies, pussies, ass, and tits, with this fellow beautiful college athlete. And she wanted to win. Bad.

PART II

Caroline and Abby didn’t see each other that night, which made Caroline upset. She would’ve challenged Abby right after work, but Abby went to a party and came back late. By the time Caroline woke up, her roommate was already gone. At work that day, the two girls didn’t speak until they were passing each other in the cramped kitchen and Abby bumped into Caroline. Abby called her a bitch under her breath. “Wow so rude,” Caroline laughed. “I could’ve been carrying a tray of hot coffee,” Abby scolded. “Watch where you’re going.” “You bumped into me. I was walking in a straight line,” Caroline retorted. The competitiveness she felt between her and Abby was burning in her stomach. She was beginning to feel sick with horniness and anticipation. She had been suppressing it all day to wait tables but it was too much now. It was overwhelming her. “Maybe if you lost some fat on your love handles it’d be easier to stay out of my way” Abby said, stepping closer until the two girls were pressing their tits together and holding intense eye contact in the small kitchen. “Look who’s talking cow,” Caroline said excitedly pressing her tits into Abby’s chest. She couldn’t believe it was happening. Their conversation was gaining momentum and they both knew where it was headed. Abby reached and grabbed Caroline’s butt. She massaged her cheeks and lifted them up, one in each hand. “You need to do more squats girl, these cheeks are flabby,” she said playfully. “Whatever, my butt’s tighter than yours,” Caroline breathed, seething hatred. “It’s too bad you backed down from wrestling the other day. I would’ve loved to take you on,” Abby purred. “Next time I’m not backing down,” Caroline whispered, grabbing Abby’s right tit and twisting it. As the two girls locked eyes, twisting and massaging and gripping each other, they knew what was happening. Whether they wanted to or not, they were about to fight. They had no choice. Their rational minds were shutting down and their horniness and competitiveness were taking over. They needed to find some privacy, quickly. Abby nodded toward the walk-in fridge. The two girls entered and the door shut behind them. “Not gonna back down next time huh?” she said and slapped Caroline’s face with her open palm, hard. Caroline fell back and rubbed her cheek. She could not believe the audacity of this bitch to attack her face during a work shift. This could leave evidence of a fight that they would have to explain to their boss. How stupid could Abby be? Now it was on. The slap caused them to abandon all hesitation. Any sense of self-awareness, or right and wrong, was suddenly gone. They lunged for each other. Caroline quickly gained an advantage by wrapping her arms around Abby’s waist and tried to drag her down. When they collided both girls quickly became aware of their opponent’s strength. It was like an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. It was evident that neither one was gonna go down easy. They slammed into the shelves. Abby reached down and pulled Caroline’s yoga pants up her asscrack and she let out a yelp of pain. Caroline retained her death grip on Abby’s waist and pulled her to the ground. She tried to maneuver her butt onto Abby’s face. It worked. Just like she envisioned. Abby was trapped and started to struggle under her large cheeks. Caroline reached for Abby’s pants and pulled them down and went to work on her pussy, spitting on it and beginning to rub. With her other hand she tore Abby’s bra and went to work on her nipples, twisting, pinching, and slapping. Her desire to dominate this girl was taking over. She forgot she was at work. She just wanted to make Abby scream and cum. Abby finally reached up and grabbed Caroline’s hair and jerked it back. They fell back and separated. Abby quickly grabbed Caroline without even bothering to pull her pants back up so her exposed ass was shaking and jiggling as she fought with her opponent. They fell to the ground and rolled around on the cold floor exchanging hard body and ass slaps. They hadn’t said a word yet. All they wanted was to compete woman to woman. Even though they were evenly matched, they were both convinced their body was better, and they wanted to prove it. Abby pulled down Caroline’s pants to her ankles and returned the favor with a devastating pussy attack. Caroline began to choke Abby. They were in the middle of screaming, wrestling bare assed on the cold walk-in floor, when all of a sudden the door to the fridge swung open. Kristina, their boss, walked in. “What the fuck is going on in here?” “Sorry we were just having a discussion,” Caroline said, sarcastically. They knew they had been caught. The two girls hurriedly tried to make themselves presentable by standing up and pulling up their pants. “Are you kidding me? During a shift?” Kristina said. The two girls looked down. What they had done was beginning to sink in. “I have a restaurant to run. I really hate to do this, but I have to let you both go.” “Look,” Abby said, scared but trying to diffuse the situation, “I understand this was unacceptable. But you really don’t need to fire us, we’ll be good from now on we swear.” “I’m sorry,” Kristina explained “You put me in this position. Pack up your things and get out of here. Now.” “At least let us stay one more night so we can figure out travel plans, you can’t throw us out in the cold like this,” Caroline pleaded. Kristina paused to think. “Fine,” she said. “But after that i don’t want to see you around here again. Tomorrow you’re gone. We can’t tolerate this behavior.” She walked out and shut the door behind her. Caroline and Abby looked at each other, breathing hard. Just like that they had one night left together. They had to make it count.

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PART I

Abby stirred in her twin bed. She looked down at her naked body spread out on top of the sheets. How much did she drink last night? She heard her roommate Caroline begin to stir. Caroline sat up in her twin bed and stretched. “I guess we slept naked,” she groaned as she cupped her C cup tits. “How many PBRs did we have last night?” “I don’t know,” Abby said, “I lost track after flip cup.” The two girls were 21 years old, working summer jobs as waitresses at a bed and breakfast. They had never met before but had been assigned to share a large bedroom at their place of work for the summer. They quickly became friends as both liked going out and getting smashed after work. Abby was taller than Caroline, about 5’10’’, with brunette hair and adorable freckles. She was on the field hockey team at her college, so she had a pretty impressive six pack. Not as impressive as mine, Caroline had sometimes thought, but impressive nonetheless. Caroline was a 5’8’’ blonde on the tennis team at a different college. She had smaller tits than Abby but a bigger butt that looked incredible in yoga pants and drove the boys wild. Both of them went for runs every day to stay in shape for their upcoming seasons. “Well,” Caroline said, yawning, “I guess I’ll go shower. We have work soon.” “No no no. It’s my turn to shower first,” Abby said reaching for her towel. “Tough shit, I called it,” Caroline said as she grabbed her towel and slung it over her shoulder and walked towards the bathroom. Abby stepped to block her path. “Why don’t we wrestle for it?” she said. “Like this?” Caroline replied, referring to the fact that they were both naked. She wasn’t sure if this was a serious offer. Abby tossed her towel aside and looked at Caroline. It seemed like she wasn’t kidding. Caroline admired her body in the morning sunlight peeking through the window. Caroline had had a few experiences with girls. She wouldn’t call herself a lesbian but she was a college athlete so she had obviously fooled around. She had been fingered a few times on long boring bus rides to and from tennis matches. She had admittedly developed a bit of a girl-crush on Abby, as they were always changing together and complimenting each other’s bodies. She figured Abby had done similar stuff with her teammates, if not more. Maybe she wrestled like this with her field hockey girls all the time. Caroline stood there with her towel over her shoulder pondering what to do. Abby was eyeing her tits and Caroline’s thick brown bush. Caroline was checking out Abby’s skinny waist and large tits that all the boys liked, as well as her pussy which was covered with a thick black bush that Caroline briefly fantasized about grabbing and pulling with all her might. “C’mon bitch,” Abby said. “You think you can take me?” Caroline sighed. “I’m gonna throw up from this fucking hangover. You just go first.” Abby smiled confidently. “Sounds good, girl,” she said and went to go shower. Caroline sighed and plopped down on her bed. Maybe it was just her but she felt like what Abby had just said conveyed the message “That’s what I thought. You’re my bitch.”
Caroline had been telling the truth about her hangover. It was one of the worst she’d ever had. But the fact that Abby had challenged her and been ready to wrestle naked, right then and there, remained in her head throughout the day. Her eyes kept wandering to her roommate and friend as she watched Abby take customers’ orders in her tight skirt. And what do we have here, Caroline thought, a black thong was peeking out forming a whale’s tail above her ass as she leaned over to refill coffee. Caroline wanted to pull that thing all the way up her crack until it ripped. She couldn’t believe the thoughts she was having. She could feel her pussy tingling as she fantasized about the morning’s confrontation again and again. She imagined what would have happened if she had said yes. She thought about the two of them pitting their college athlete bodies against each other, sensually rolling around on the ground completely nude pulling hair and scratching each other’s tits like two feral cats. The more she thought about it, the more she loved how she and Abby matched up. Caroline had always been nice on the outside but very competitive deep down. Abby was the same exact way, she could tell. She thought about using her bigger butt to control Abby and pin her to the ground while she took advantage of her opponent’s pussy and ass. She smiled as she polished forks. She knew she could take this bitch. Next time she wouldn’t back down. In fact, she was going to find a way to pick a fight with her. It wasn’t a matter of if they were going to clash, but only a matter of when.