FreeCatFights

Grace lay in bed with her eyes closed as she furiously worked herself to a final climax. "Bronwyn! Oh Bronwyn!" she gasped as her ripe 18 year old body began to shudder. She screamed as release took her. A good thing she was alone in the house. She lay there smiling as she recovered her breathing and thought about Bronwyn, visualising her beautiful face, with her wide set, deep brown eyes; her long brown hair and toned, deeply tanned 5'5" 120 pound 18 year old  body clad in her tight fitting school summer dress. Of course, the dress wasn't meant to be so tight, or so short for that matter, but Bronwyn's 34C 22 34 figure allowed her to fill it out perfectly. Grace savoured in her mind all the snippets of rumour and gossip she had heard about Bronwyn, a girl she had hardly ever talked to despite going through school with her. They were in different groups: Grace was in the rich privileged group and Bronwyn was literally from the wrong side of the tracks. Most significantly, though, Bronwyn was in the group of girls who "met" after school. She had been suspended twice for fighting and was on a final warning for expulsion. Not that she was silly enough to fight AT school but some of the girls she met after school were sore losers. Particularly from the neighbouring school, from which the two girls came who complained about Bronwyn "jumping them". Bronwyn was also known for openly making out with other girls at parties.

Grace caught sight of herself in the full length mirror as she moved towards the bathroom: a beautiful blue eyed, pale skinned, blonde of 5'7" and 133 pounds. Her nose wrinkled as she detected a slight roundness to her tummy. She worried that Bronwyn might think she was fat but really, her 36C 26 36 figure was beyond reproach. Although her she appeared soft and feminine on the surface, there was muscle underneath from her horse riding, dancing and, more recently, wrestling with her boyfriend every time they made love. Normally she would have swum a mile or so in the pool before school but with her parents away she had decided to stay in bed and enjoy herself and then drive her mother's car to school rather than walking. Aside from the serene smile on her face as she showered, she didn't want to tire herself out in case this turned out to be The Day. She had a feeling that it would be - because it was Friday and Bronwyn had been giving her The Eye all week.

Grace had never been in a catfight and never had sex with another girl but they were both things she desperately wanted to cross off her list before she finished school. She had seen catfights at parties, after school, at the shopping mall and at the late night burger place where girls from several schools seemed to gather to "get it on" in the car park. She would always run and watch but nobody had ever challenged her and she just didn't know how to go about joining the 'meet you after school group' as they were not 'her tribe'. She and the other posh girls kept to themselves and so did the hard girls.

Grace saw Bronwyn approach her at her locker during the morning recess. 'Hi Grace' said Bronwyn 'Just wondering if you'd like to hang out after school sometime?'

This wasn't quite the approach Grace had been expecting "Sure" she stammered "How about this afternoon?"

"Great!" said Bronwyn "Why don't we meet at the park behind the grandstand?"

Grace knew this was where girls met to fight and swallowed hard "I'd love too." she gasped.

Bronwyn's eyes glittered and bored into Grace's as said quietly "Maybe we could have a little tussle?"

Grace felt her face flushing and her chest tightening "I'd love to get it on with you Bronwyn." she breathed.

Bronwyn's face split into a huge grin as she said very quietly "Do you want any spectators?"

Grace shook her head and said "No. Just us if that's ok?"

"Of course it is darling. I prefer it that way too. Just think about the rules and stakes you want and we'll talk about it before we start." Bronwyn said softly as she turned and sauntered off.

'Ok' said Grace hollowly, unable to believe what had just happened as she admired Bronwyn's perfect derriere and legs as she walked away.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on endlessly for Grace as she waited for the final bell. When it finally came she drove her mother's little Italian sports car to the sportsground and parked it behind the grandstand. She sat on a bench in the shade at the back of the stand. She didn't have to wait long, 5 minutes later Bronwyn appeared walking briskly. She sat on the bench next to Grace and smiled at her. "Wow!" she said "I've wanted this with you for so long and here you are!"

"Here I am!" smiled Grace.

"Ever been in a catfight before?" asked Bronwyn tentatively, as if afraid there was some misunderstanding that was about to be clarified.

"No" said Grace "but it's something I've wanted for ages. Especially with you."

Bronwyn smiled "Could I suggest we use the standard rules, which mean nothing above the shoulder except slapping, hairpulling and wrestling holds but otherwise no holds barred, including scratching and biting with tits and pussies in play? That way we can have it as rough and dirty as we like but with no visible marks."

"Sure" said Grace breathing heavily, suppressing her excitement with difficulty. "So should we fight naked then?" she said, surprised at her own audacity.

"I certainly prefer it that way." said Bronwyn smiling quickly "Now, what about stakes? Obviously the loser's going home without her underwear."

"Oh, obviously!" laughed Grace "Maybe the loser should go home without her dignity as well, as the slave of the winner. Maybe the winner should be free to use the the loser any way she likes as her sex toy?"

"Ugh" groaned Bronwyn "Sounds great to me. How long for? An hour?"

"How about" smiled Grace "until such time as the loser wins a re-match?" and she was pleased to see Bronwyn's eyes widen and jaw sag open as she quietly said "Done!"

They walked to a secluded corner of the park where there was a patch of grass screened by trees and watched each other as they stripped. Grace noticed Bronwyn's easy balance as she lifted her feet one after the other to remove her shoes and socks while standing and her elegant slender feet, which she fully expected to be worshipping after the fight. When Bronwyn lifted her dress over her head it revealed her lacy black underwear and her magnificent toned, deeply tanned torso - Grace swallowed as she realised she could see her abs clearly defined. When Bronwyn discarded her bra and panties she looked like a wild, savage tribeswoman about to do battle and Grace shivered with expectation. She had always considered Bronwyn to be the hottest of the tough girls at school, in fact the hottest girl in school if she was honest about it but she'd always just assumed Bronwyn would be out of her league - yet here she was about to throw down with her in her first catfight. She didn't expect to win against such an experienced opponent but it didn't worry her in the slightest - her orgasms were far stronger, in fact the most powerful she'd ever had, when she fantasised about losing to Bronwyn than when she fantasised about winning. Grace wanted to put up a good fight though - she wanted the fight to last as long as possible and she wanted Bronwyn to respect her. She felt a rapport with Bronwyn on an intellectual level that she hadn't anticipated and...she felt she could trust her. Appraising her naked body now Grace thought she was probably stronger than Bronwyn so she should try and take the fight to the ground as soon as possible. She'd avidly read a huge number of catfighting stories online, many of which seemed to offer some authentic insights. She expected plans to go out the window and for them to be fighting mostly on instinct. She looked forward to the rush of adrenaline and heightened senses that many had described.

Bronwyn too noticed Grace's elegant slender feet, in fact she noticed everything about her perfect feminine body, including the muscle that lurked under the  seemingly soft curves of her porcelain skin. She had always admired Grace from afar and thought she was the most beautiful girl in school. She was different to the other rich bitches too, though she didn't seem to realise it, she was natural and unaffected and Bronwyn had never heard a bad word said against her. Most of all though there was a quality about Grace that she couldn't quite define: it was as if there was this pent up passion within her that was barely under control beneath that calm exterior. Bronwyn had longed to get Grace into a catfight so that she could be the one to feel that passion when it was unleashed. Looking at Grace standing there naked smiling at her Bronwyn knew she was right.

They drew together and placed their hands on each other's slim waists. Their full, firm breasts gently came into sensual contact and both their mouths parted. Bronwyn said 'Loser taps out or gives a verbal submission. I like the word "Surrender" '. Grace smiled, it was in many of the stories she'd read 'I do too, Sweetie.' she replied softly. They kissed deeply and slowly drew apart. "I want it dirty and slutty." said Grace grinning savagely. "OK" said Bronwyn grinning in reply. They stood staring into each other's eyes, breathing deeply, nipples rock hard, then raised their fists and began to circle slowly. 

The speed and ferocity of Bronwyn's attack stunned Grace as she darted forward, feinted a slap at her face then sent a piledriver of a straight right into Grace's left breast, flattening it and causing Grace to cry out in shock and stumble back, clutching her wounded breast. Bronwyn followed up, again feinting a slap with her left and then, with Grace keeping her hands low, landing a stinging slap with her right that turned Grace's head and upper body as she reeled away. Bronwyn got both hands into Grace's long blonde hair and pulled her head down as she drove her knee up into her already wounded left breast. Grace gagged and tried to clear her head as two more knee lifts slammed into her breasts - one to the right and another to the left. Grace surged forward, trying to wrap her arms around Bronwyn to take her to the ground but like a matador Bronwyn pivoted and using her hold on Grace's hair, threw her face down on to the grass. Bronwyn followed her down and straddled Grace from behind, sitting on her lower back and leaning forward with hands extended to...she said later... grab Grace's hair...

But Grace's right elbow swung with savage force in an arc from below. Grace threw it blind as something of a forlorn hope but it made hard contact with Bronwyn's right breast and rib cage, causing Bronwyn to cry out for the first time in the fight and knocking her sideways onto the grass on her back. Grace scrambled over and straddled Bronwyn, punching down with a massive right hand that smashed into Bronwyn's left breast and following up with left aimed at her right breast. However Bronwyn bucked her hips and deflected the punch with her right then reached up and raked her nails down Grace's full breasts now hanging down and vulnerable. "Bitch" sobbed Grace as she gripped Bronwyn's breasts and returned the favour. With Grace's hands out of the way, Bronwyn hit her with two swinging slaps to the sides of her face, right left, jerking her head back and forth. Then, gripping Grace's hair with both hands and bucking her hips she threw Grace off to the side. Unfortunately for Bronwyn, Grace had, at the same time, sunk her nails into her breasts and started crushing them. When Bronwyn threw her off Grace didn't let go with the result that Bronwyn's breasts were literally wrenched free from Grace's claws. "Fuuuuck" sobbed Bronwyn as she lay on her back. Both girls now had tears  streaming from their eyes as they struggled to regain their breath and get to their knees. They got there at the same time and eyed each other warily without moving closer as their chests heaved and they both sucked in much needed air. "Take a break?" gasped Bronwyn. "OK" responded Grace in a strangled whisper, nodding her head weakly.

As if drawn together by their shared ordeal, they shuffled together and wrapped their arms around each other, resting their heads on each other's shoulders.
"Fuck, what a woman!" murmered Bronwyn "What an incredible first fight."
Grace squeezed her gently "Thank you Sweetie, I think you must bring out the best in me." she giggled "But honestly, this has been the most incredible experience of my life, I've never been so turned on."
Bronwyn lifted her head and Grace did the same so they were looking into each other's eyes "Me neither" said Bronwyn "I've never been so turned on in any of my other catfights."
"Oh, Sweetie!" said Grace.
They slowly drew together and kissed. They were soon writhing together and taking each other desperately in a 69 through multiple shuddering orgasms.
They lay together talking quietly and sipping from their waterbottles.
"What the fuck was THAT?" asked Grace giggling.
"Ah" sighed Bronwyn smiling "I'm really starting to love the way you laugh. THAT was a sex break."
"Is there such a thing?" asked Grace smiling whimsically.
"There is if we say there is, there's nobody else here to make the rules." smiled Bronwyn.
"I guess not." laughed Grace "So does that mean" she said slowly "that we can finish the fight?"
"Yes, if you want to but given that it's your first time out, maybe that's enough for today?" suggested Bronwyn.
"Well, my folks are away so maybe you could come for a sleepover tonight and we could finish it in the backyard tomorrow?" said Grace.
Bronwyn snorted with laughter "I'd love to spend the night with you Darling but I can tell you from experience we won't be finishing anything tomorrow: we'll both be so stiff and sore we'll barely be able to move. But we can finish it now if that's what you want or just call it a draw."
Grace wrinkled her pretty nose "Well I must say I find the notion of a draw pretty unsatisfying. A fight should have a winner and a loser. That's the whole point. You don't have to worry about protecting my fragile ego Sweetie, the thought of submitting to you and being your sex slave turns me on like nothing else."
Bronwyn stared at her open mouthed "Grace Darling, I do believe I'm falling in love with you!"

WOW!! Can't wait until the next installment!

"Please try to keep up Sweetie, I'm already there." smiled Grace.
Bronwyn laughed "Do you want to restart on our knees where we were when we stopped or standing up?"
"Up to you Sweetie, you're the protocol expert." said Grace.
Bronwyn laughed harder "On our knees then." she said finally. "It's the way many a sexy bedroom catfight has started."
Grace groaned "Oh sign me up for that Sweetie!"
They shuffled round and faced each other smiling, open hands raised and extended. Their eyes were naturally drawn to each others wild hair and scratched and blotchy breasts. "You look even hotter than when we started Darling." said Bronwyn.
"Oh, so do you Sweetie!" groaned Grace "Test of strength?" she offered.
They moved forward and interlinked their fingers, taking the strain and pushing against each other "I didn't realise posh girls wrestled." mocked Bronwyn.
"Well this one does" said Grace "but I don't wrestle other posh girls I much prefer a bit of rough trade."

The talking stopped as their breathing quickly grew laboured as they strained against each other. By common consent or understanding their hands splayed wider and they drew forward and mashed their breasts together, grinding them against each other. Coupled with the pain in their breasts they both found this an unbearably erotic sensation. Grace came helplessly in a violent orgasm that wracked her body and drained it's strength. She was simply unable to resist as Bronwyn forced her to the ground and straddled her, pinning her hands above her head. The sensation of pinning Grace and feeling her wet pussy on her stomach  was too much for Bronwyn however as she in turn was wracked by an orgasm she couldn't control. She didn't resist as Grace easily freed her hands and raked her nails down her breasts and grabbed her hair with both hands. The intense pain in her breasts forced an agonised cry from Bronwyn and brought her eyes back into focus but just as her hands reached Grace's breasts, she was thrown violently sideways. As well as her grip on Bronwyn's hair Grace had both feet flat on the ground for leverage. But Bronwyn only travelled about 90 degrees, winding up on her side, as Grace stopped throwing her and just held on to her hair. Bronwyn actually screamed, then wailed plaintively from the pain in her scalp as she flopped on her back.

Grace went to straddle Bronwyn but the expression on her face changed from ecstasy to agony as Bronwyn's hand drove a knife punch into the nipple of her left breast. As Grace reared back Bronwyn's other hand found her pussy and her nails dug in. Grace was able to throw herself backwards and escape, rolling herself into a ball clutching her wounded pussy and sobbing heavily. Bronwyn was in no position to capitalise however as she was lying on her back sobbing heavily herself, muttering "Fuck" repeatedly.

They lay like this for several minutes. Grace rolling over so she could keep an eye on Bronwyn. After several minutes more Bronwyn said "Fuck Darling, that was intense. Are you ready to call it a draw?"

"Fuck that Sweetie. We have to finish this." said Grace rolling on to her hands and knees before standing up slowly. She waited however as Bronwyn slowly rolled over and stood up.

Bronwyn said "Thanks for waiting Darling."

"Oh, I just chose to get up first while we were still talking, it wouldn't have been fair to have attacked you. I wouldn't want anything to spoil our beautiful contest. Just so you know, I have loved every second of it." said Grace.

Bronwyn smiled "I have too Darling. You're the most incredible woman I've ever fought. I kind of knew you would be. I don't doubt your word but it's just incredible to think that this is your first catfight. You have such amazing instincts, you're just a natural catfighter!"

"I also like to read a lot. There's some very interesting stories online!" said Grace coming over to Bronwyn.

"Well, I think we should read them together!" laughed Bronwyn.

"That's a date for sure!" laughed Grace "I'd love to fuck you now but I don't think we'd make it to Round 3 if I do!" said Grace brushing her lips against Bronwyn's.

"That's for sure!" laughed Bronwyn "And I agree, this fight has to be finished. Then we'll fuck each other's brains out."

Grace retrieved their waterbottles and they sipped quietly together for moment. 

"Ready Darling?"

"Born ready Sweetie."

"Start standing or kneeling this time?" asked Bronwyn.

"Standing Sweetie!"

And they began to circle slowly.

The pain in her breasts and pussy was really turning her on as she watched Bronwyn's lithe body moving like a cat. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was wet and Grace wondered about the wisdom of not having taken another sex break. A phrase she had read popped into her head: "Never go into a catfight with a loaded pussy." and she smiled.

Bronwyn was having exactly the same thought as she lusted after the blonde goddess facing her and contended with her own barely suppressed lust. Grace was by far the sexiest girl she had ever faced in a catfight. She had tasted the fighting lust that lurked inside Grace and she wanted more. She saw the smile pass over Grace's face and her lips set in a thin, hard line as she smiled grimly in return.

Bronwyn swooped in fast, throwing a slap at Grace's face with her left. But Grace was learning fast and expected another feint and responded by moving to the right and blocking hard with a backhand right, smashing her fist into where she expected Bronwyn's wrist to be. The contact was hard and jarring, mainly for Bronwyn because, also trying to outthink her opponent, it was a full blooded slap, not a feint, which she had intended to follow up with another grab for Grace's hair to pull her head down.

Bronwyn cried out and her wrist went numb. Instinctively she shook it trying to restore feeling, which she instantly regretted for perhaps giving away the extent to which she was hurt. Grace stopped, uncertain what to do next. Bronwyn said "Ow! That hurt bitch!" in a mock outraged tone while shaking her wrist theatrically then poked her tongue out. Grace giggled "Don't make me laugh bitch" as Bronwyn squared up and they began to circle again."

Bronwyn feinted a couple of times but pulled back. Grace began to get frustrated and was trying to figure out how to attack Bronwyn without leaving herself wide open to a devastating counter attack. Also, she was enjoying it so much she really didn't want this fight to end, let alone end quickly because of a stupid mistake. Wisely perhaps, she decided that attacking was too risky. Better to just mix it up with Bronwyn when she attacked - she thought she was starting to figure out Bronwyn's style and her successful counter attack just now had given her confidence. She didn't realise Bronwyn was playing for time until her wrist recovered.

Bronwyn flexed her wrist back and forth and, satisfied, sailed into the attack. Her flurry of blows almost overwhelmed Grace's desperate defence but although Grace managed to block the punches aimed at her breasts, Bronwyn got inside and delivered a devastating knee strike to Grace's pussy. Kneecap hit pubic bone. Sight and sound momentarily stopped for Grace, her mouth sagged open but only a gurgling sound came out and she sank straight down to her knees like a puppet with it's strings cut. On the way down she flopped against Bronwyn's body and her hands feebly grasped at her thighs for support as Bronwyn started to move back Grace fell further forward and her hands slid down Bronwyn's calves until they reached her ankles and probably out of pure instinct Grace held on and pulled with all her remaining strength. Bronwyn cried out and fell hard on her back. It was probably the sound Bronwyn made that helped a shocked Grace clear her senses and regain focus. Her feet propelled her upwards and she jumped forward, landing with both knees on Bronwyn's stomach. Straddling her comfortably, Grace reached back to claw her pussy. A strange fighting lust had taken over Grace and she wanted to even the score on the pussy mauling and force this girl underneath her, who had fought her, who had tormented and hurt her, to submit in the most painful and humiliating way possible. The girl underneath her was no longer Bronwyn but an opponent who must be totally defeated and dominated.

Grace was brought out of this reverie by becoming aware of the desperate slapping on her thigh. She looked down to see the distress on Bronwyn's face and her euphoria evaporated. She instantly released the pussy claw that she had only just applied but the desperate slapping continued. The awful realisation hit her that Bronwyn was struggling to breathe. Grace rolled off and Bronwyn tried to suck in air. Grace did what she had once seen her hockey coach do - she knelt and gently look Bronwyn's feet and held them against her breasts. Then she started rocking gently backwards and forwards to get a pumping motion going with Bronwyn's legs whilst she lovingly caressed her calves. At the same time Grace sobbed out apologies. "I'm so sorry Sweetie, I don't know what came over me, I'm so, so sorry. Please forgive me Sweetie, I...love you."

Bronwyn soon recovered "It's ok Darling, I was just winded. It's happened before, it'll happen again. It was a catfight for fucks sake, you did nothing wrong. It was a fucking brilliant move by the way. You really surprised me, that knee I hit you with would have dropped an elephant."

"Great, so I'm an elephant now." said Grace and they both laughed.

Grace was still holding Bronwyn's feet against her breasts, though she had stopped the pumping action. Bronwyn began caressing Grace's breasts with her feet, flicking her nipples with her toes. Grace groaned.

"Did I hear you say you loved me Darling? queried Bronwyn.

"Ugh" groaned Grace with a sudden intake of breath as the nipple flicking intensified "You sure did Sweetie, I've never felt like this before. Ugh! That's feels sooo good,"

"Nor have I Darling, I've never felt like this about anybody before. I feel like I've been looking for you my whole life."

"Ugh. Same." said Grace as she lifted one of Bronwyn's feet to her mouth and started to suck her toes.

"Shouldn't I be doing that for you Darling?" sighed Bronwyn.

"No." said Grace lifting her head "The stakes mean that you'll do whatever I want you to do and at the moment I want you to lie back and let me do all the work. I've been dreaming about doing this to you. When I'm finished with your feet, which might take some time, I'm going to work my way up. Very slowly."

They did indeed fuck each other's brains out until they fell asleep on the grass completely spent. When they woke up it was getting dark.   

Grace woke up to find Bronwyn stroking her hair. They smiled at each other.

"I suppose we'd better go" said Grace "Would you still like to come back to my place?"

"With bells on!" said Bronwyn.

They dressed quickly and held hands as they made their way back to the carpark. They were walking slowly because the stiffness and soreness from their epic battle was starting to set in. Bronwyn was relieved to learn that the little red sports car, the only one left in the carpark, belonged to Grace. "What is it?" she asked curiously. "Oh I really don't know" said Grace "It's Italian and nearly 60 years old and it was in some famous movie that I can't remember the name of... oh, and it has a 'twin cam engine' whatever the fuck that is. My grandmother bought it new and passed it on to my mother and she's threatening to pass it on to me. Heap of old junk really. Still, it's a nice night so we might as well put the top down." Bronwyn watched as Grace folded down the canvas hood and grinned. "Cool!" she said as she settled into the passenger seat. She nearly jumped out of it when Grace started the engine: it was deafening! Bronwyn watched admiringly as Grace skilfully worked the stick shift through several changes and they seemed to rocket out of the carpark onto the roadway. The wail from engine was deafening as they picked up speed but then they caught a red light. This gave Bronwyn a chance to stroke Grace's bare thigh" before they were off again. After 10 minutes they pulled into a driveway and Grace used a remote to open some wrought iron gates. The sound of the tyres crunching on the gravel driveway was one that Bronwyn had never heard before. A large two storey house loomed up out of the darkness. Another remote opened a garage door and Grace smoothly and confidently guided the car into place and switched off the ignition. "Here" she said brightly as she vaulted from the car. Grace led Bronwyn a surprisingly short distance to her bedroom on the ground floor where they dropped their backpacks. "It was originally designed as the guest quarters" she explained "That's why it's down here." That was also why it had a bathroom and dressing room attached.

Grace took Bronwyn carefully in her arms and kissed her longingly "What say we hop in the spa and have some nice cold champagne Sweetie? I think we've earned it!"

Bronwyn sighed "Sounds good Darling. "

They were soon naked in the spa which was in a conservatory next to the swimming pool. The hot water was bufffeting their sore and tired bodies and the champagne was indeed very cold and very delicious. Bronwyn sighed and stroked Grace's leg and said "Now I know what they mean when they talk about how the other half lives."

"Oh I'm sorry Sweetie, I didn't think, it's not too much is it? If you're angry with me just beat me up, I won't even fight back." she finished smiling. "Actually I can't wait until our next tussle!"

Bronwyn laughed "Oh nor can I but it's all OK Darling, you can't help being born rich any more than I can help being born to a single mother. Don't worry, I'm enjoying all of this right now!" She finished her champagne and Grace refilled it for her as she continued "What I don't understand is why you didn't go to the posh private school instead of ours?"
     
Grace hooted with laughter "Oh you can't be serious, those girls are fucking awful. I actually had a big fight with my parents over it. On the other hand, if I had gone there I probably would have had more catfights than you by now!"

"Some rich bitches can fight, that's for sure!" Bronwyn said smiling and Grace smiled at the compliment "But are you saying those bitches were worse than the ones you hang out with at school?"

"Oh they're not so bad" said Grace "Anyway, I don't hang out with them any more, I want to hang out with you and all the tough girls who like to catfight. I want to get down in the mud and wrestle with girls who smoke and have tattoos and lime green hair and piercings.

Bronwyn grinned at her "Then I think there's a party we should go to tomorrow night. It's for what we call the Catfight Club at school - which you've just joined by the way - and I think you'll be surprised by some of the girls who'll be there. No guys of course. It's fancy dress, come dressed as a Mistress or a Slave."

Grace leaned in to Bronwyn and breathed in her ear "Oh I already have a fuck off Dominatrix outfit! So all we need to do is put a dog collar and leash on you and we're good to go." Then she bent down and bit Bronwyn's nipple hard, causing her to cry out. Then she kissed her hard on the lips and pushed Bronwyn's head down to bite her own nipple. This continued while their legs fought against each other underwater for control. Their legs locked up and they squeezed hard while they pulled each other's hair as they kissed. They both came explosively. Bronwyn said "How the fuck could you make me come again after today?"

Grace said "Let's go and fight in bed." 

Bronwyn woke up late next morning, looked at Grace sleeping soundly across from her and smiled contentedly. She was always turned on by girls who beat her in a catfight but Grace towered over all of them. Not the strongest or toughest girl who had ever defeated her perhaps but definitely the sexiest... and by far the most interesting. Bronwyn slipped noiselessly out of the bed and went to the kitchen to make coffee for them both which she took back to bed. She scrolled through her phone and returned several texts about the party that night. Then she opened her laptop and input some new details into a document titled "Contact List".

Grace had been stirring so she nudged her with her foot. When she sat up yawning Bronwyn handed her the second mug of coffee which Grace gripped with both hands and raised gratefully to her full lips. "What's doing?" she asked drowsily.

"This" said Bronwyn setting the laptop down in front of her. Grace squinted at the three columns, the first being dates, then a list of names which she soon realised were girls at school and finally phone numbers. Instinctively she scanned to the bottom and her own name leapt out at her, together with yesterdays date and her phone number. She felt her chest tighten and said "So it was real, it wasn't a dream."

"Well I'd say it was both, like a dream come true." laughed Bronwyn "and now, if you want to, we can let the other girls know you've joined the club. It's basically saying you're up for a rumble. The way it works is anyone can call anyone else on the list and challenge them, if you accept and if you can both agree on rules, stakes, spectators and other details, you get it on. You can decline a challenge without giving a reason and, the fact that you were challenged and declined or couldn't agree on terms should be kept between the two of you."

"Sounds great Sweetie!" said Grace swallowing hard.

"Well Darling just check all the names on the list carefully to make sure there's nobody there that you wouldn't want to know about your new kink."

Grace's eyes went down the list line by line and Bronwyn smiled faintly waiting for the explosion.

"What the fuck! Cindy! What the actual fuck!" Grace looked wildly at Bronwyn.

"I told you you'd be surprised by some of the girls there tonight." said Bronwyn calmly "Read on Darling"

"Ingrid" said Grace hollowly then "Fiona" and finally "Sarah". What the fuck." She reached the end of the list and looked at Bronwyn.

"I know the other's are your friends" said Bronwyn "but what's the connection to Cindy?"

"She went out with David before me. A real bitch." said Grace.

"Yes she is." said Bronwyn "You should watch out for her."

"Oh fuck her, who cares? But Sarah is my best friend. Why didn't she tell me?" said Grace feeling hurt.

"Did you tell her you were meeting up with me? Did you tell her about your innermost desires Darling?" queried Bronwyn.

"No but..." Grace trailed off.

"Not easy, is it?" prompted Bronwyn.   

"No" said Grace finally then smiled mischieviously "Anyway, she's so fucking dropped as best friend, I think I've found a new one."

"That's... kind of nice." smiled Bronwyn.

"It's... kind of true." returned Grace briskly "Anyway, fuck it, let's get the word out there but...is that all that goes out, no details on my opponent, who won...?"

"Ah" said Bronwyn "Everyone will know it was me because I'm sending the email with the updated list. We don't include any details partly because we want the document to be totally innocuous so that if it falls into the wrong hands nobody gets expelled.  Partly we don't include details so the loser isn't humiliated, particularly if the document falls into the wrong hands like some wayward boyfriend.  Partly we do it to retain the delicious uncertainty about the outcome as you go into each bout, which would be largely lost if we published some sort of win/loss record. And partly we do it because each encounter should remain a personal matter between the two girls concerned if they want it that way. If they choose to have a crowd watch - be they called witnesses, spectators or seconds - obviously it won't stay private for very long. Also the loser can consent to the winner making the outcome known and I willingly give you permission to do so if you wish. The loser can disclose their defeat at any time . Phew!" concluded Bronwyn with a grin.

Grace was silent for a while as she absorbed all this then she grinned "I love it!" then said "But I can't think of you as a loser Sweetie. To be honest I think you were winning the fight until I just got lucky."

"Oh no, you won it alright Darling, don't doubt that for a moment. Your first fight and you fought me to a standstill like a veteran. You took some hard hits but you kept coming forward and you saw your chance to finish me. You have incredible instincts and natural ability. And don't worry I loved everything you did to me. You're not the only kinky bitch who likes being conquered. And the thought of you putting a collar and leash on me tonight is making me so wet."

"You're not the only one who's wet!" said Grace, reaching for her.

They lay together for a long time afterwards, gently kissing and caressing each other.

Finally Bronwyn spoke "I want to fight Sarah over you. I want a bedroom catfight with her on the floor over there with you watching from the bed." and her hand strayed to Grace's pussy.

"Ugh" said Grace "You really don't like her, do you." letting her own hand stray to Bronwyn's pussy.

"No I don't. Not that she's as overtly bitchy as some of the others but she is just so annoying - she's had such an easy life but she just takes it for granted, she behaves as if her life is normal when it isn't. She seems to think everyone is born with a trust account and if they don't have one it must be due to some bad choice they've made, not to an accident of birth."

Grace laughed "That's true, she certainly drops some clangers sometimes."

Bronwyn said "But it's not just that: I really want you to see the two of us fight breast to breast over you, nails and hair, until one of us can't continue. To see your bit of rough trade conquer your vacuous rich bitch friend, to show her that there's something her money can't buy her. Do you want to see me fight her Darling?"

Grace shuddered "Oh Yes, Yes, Yes! I'd love to see that Bronny." she gasped "Oh it would be such a great match! She's very sporty you know, very strong." she groaned.

"Oh it will be a great fight alright but when it's over she'll be lying broken underneath me whimpering and begging for mercy." said Bronwyn working her fingers inside Grace to a frenzy "I'll conquer her and turn her into our fuck puppet.

Grace cried out as her body jackknifed and the cum squirted from her, followed moments later by Bronwyn.

Grace twirled around and smiled at Bronwyn. Her proud shoulders and full, milky white breasts shown off to perfection by the low cut black leather corset, which rose high enough at the bottom to reveal the full extent of her shapely thighs, clad in black fishnet stockings. Black leather boots encased her calves and a studded black leather collar was around her neck. Her hair was piled high and her make up was perfect. In her hand swishing back and forth was a riding crop.

"Fuck you look hot Sweetie. Though I may need to whip you before the night is out." Grace said to Bronwyn.

Bronwyn was dressed only in her lacy black bra and panties and a studded black leather collar with an upper body harness. On her feet she wore black leather Roman sandals. She wore no make up and her hair was wild and loose. She grinned "You can do whatever you like with me Mistress! Where the fuck did you get this stuff anyway?"

Grace came over and clipped the matching lead to Bronwyn's collar "Oh my sick puppy of a boyfriend got it online. Shall we go?" as she gave Bronwyn a gentle tug with the lead.

"Oh yeah, the one who was previously with Cindy." said Bronwyn as they made their way to the garage.

"She's just texted as well by the way, said she's looking forward to seeing me tonight. Never given me the time of day before." she grinned "Still, I'll be interested to talk to her about David!" she chuckled "Honestly, I don't know how many messages that is now since you sent the email." sighed Grace. "No challenges yet though."

Bronwyn laughed "Oh, we don't challenge by text, always face to face. The fact they are checking in is just letting you know that they're interested. I told you you'd be popular Darling!" then she became serious "Now remember Darling, we're not accepting any challenges tonight, we just say that we're interested and we'll talk further. And we are definitely not getting into any fights tonight, we both need more time to recover There's two already organised and it wouldn't surprise me if there are more. And we can just sit back and enjoy them!"

"Yes Mum!" said Grace  "Fuck, what does a girl have to do around here to have a good time?"

"And no red lights!"

"Yes Mum!" said Grace more insistently, then "Actually, that's not a bad point, should I put the top up?"

"Nah, fuck it!"

"Yeah, fuck it."

Since her friend Ingrid was hosting the party it was easy for Grace to find her way and she parked in the driveway. While she was putting the top up Bronwyn removed her sandals remarking "Actually, I don't think our feet are quite the same size. Anyway, I it will be more primal barefoot!"

Grace wrinkled her nose and said "Just make sure you wash them Sweetie before you stick them in my mouth again!"

Bronwyn giggled and they kissed leaning against the car "Ready for your debut, Darling?" queried Bronwyn "Yes Sweetie!" breathed an obviously excited Grace in reply. The party had started at 5 and Bronwyn suggested arriving at 6 for maximum impact. Bronwyn went first carrying bottles of bourbon and cola while Grace followed with the lead to Bronwyn's collar wrapped around her fist and the riding crop in her other hand, with which she flicked Bronwyn's superb arse as they swayed along. There were about 50 girls at the party - a quarter of the final year cohort. The excited buzz of conversation died down until only the music playing could be heard as more and more turned to look at Bronwyn and Grace as they made their way to the outside bar and Bronwyn deposited their contribution on the counter. At that moment wild cheering burst out. They had made the entrance they intended. Grace's friends Ingrid and Fiona, looking dead sexy in their expensive Mistress outfits, came and greeted them.

Bronwyn fixed their drinks and they made their way to a cane lounge at the edge of the patio. Grace sat on the lounge and removed her boots revealing her stockinged calves and feet. Bronwyn sat obediently with Grace's legs over her shoulders and feet in her lap, stroking her shapely calves. Ingrid and Fiona sat on the lounge next to Grace.

Ingrid said "Well that was fucking hot!" and they all laughed. "So" she continued "You're making it pretty clear who won! Incredible effort babe in your first time out -and against a girl like Bronwyn!"

"Oh, it was a bit of a fluke actually." said Grace feeling the wetness in her pussy.

"Ingrid and I have been wondering if you'd ever join the club. We both thought you be awesome." said Fiona and Grace swallowed hard.

"We were wondering about more than that" said Ingrid grinning 'like what happened afterwards? But I think you've answered that question too!"

By this time Grace was breathing hard and her face was turning red.

"Don't worry about it Grace, we're just fucking with you." smiled Fiona.

"What she means is: we both want to fuck you after we fuck you up!" laughed Ingrid.

"You were never much one for subtlety, were you Ingrid?" said Grace icily, with the look that her friends knew so well, "But rest assured, I'll be happy to put a collar on both of you too in due course. Now I have a full dance card to get through tonight so fuck off and let me get on with it. Kiss!" she commanded and kissed both of them hard on the lips and smacked Fiona on the arse with her riding crop as she withdrew.

"Well I'm wet!" announced Bronwyn, speaking for the first time.

"Oh you're always wet." snapped Grace.

"A girl has needs." grumbled Bronwyn as a figure detached herself from the shadows and approached tentatively. She was a pale skinned brunette of 5'4" and about 145 pounds with a figure that looked like 36DD 30 38. Her makeup accentuating her warm brown eyes and her long brown hair was piled on top of her head. She wore a low cut filmy black bra and panties with suspenders and sheer black stockings with patent black and red shoes. Her face was strong and sensual and her legs were thick but shapely and obviously strong. She would have gone to a lot of trouble for tonight as Grace had never seen her looking so good, although she had always felt deeply attracted to her.

"Monica Sweetie" exclaimed Grace patting the couch beside her "Come sit here!" and then mashing her full lips into Monica's when she sat. "I was so glad to see your name on the list." 

"And I was so glad to see yours!" said Monica "Wow! You and Bronwyn! How perfect!"

"Thanks" interjected Bronwyn sardonically.

"It was perfect Sweetie. We had a glorious tussle and Bronwyn has been very diligent in discharging her duties as my sex slave ever since!" said Grace laughing.

"It's funny" said Monica "but you two in your own ways have been the only ones to be kind to me since I came here." she said as the tears came.

"Oh Sweetie!" said Grace hugging her "You're my friend!"

"But how can I be?" sobbed Monica "I'm literally trailer trash and you're..."

She was cut off by Grace lunging and kissing her passionately, pulling her in close.

Meanwhile, Sarah had appeared and stood impatiently, actually tapping her foot. Grace watched out of the corner of her eye as Bronwyn rose and went over to her, talking quietly and shepherding her inside.   

Monica sighed and rested her head on Grace's bosom, as Grace smelt her hair.

"I didn't come over here to challenge you" said Monica quietly "I could never fight you. I only fight bitches who try to bully me or put me down. I just came over to say how much I love you and Bronwyn and...how good you look together."

"Oh Sweetie, that's so lovely." said Grace kissing her again. Monica groaned and thrust her tongue strongly against Grace's.

"Sweetie" Grace said when they finally broke apart "Would you like to come home and play with Bronwyn and me tonight?"

"Serious?" spluttered Monica, her shock written all over her face.

"Of course Sweetie, you're the hottest girl here - and the nicest." said Grace.
 

"What the fuck is she doing with that fat pig?" shuddered Sarah as they walked off.

Bronwyn bit back the reply she would have liked to have made and said simply "I don't know. I didn't even know they were friendly until just now, did you?"

"No." said Sarah shortly "Just as long as Porky doesn't get in the way."

Sarah led Bronwyn upstairs to the main bedroom, which had a lock on the door. They started kissing as they quickly undressed each other. Brown haired, brown eyed, lightly tanned Sarah's superbly toned 5'6" 126 pounds 34C 24 34 body was a testament to many years of high level tennis training and she aggressively threw Bronwyn on the bed and straddled her, pinning her wrists.

"Now what have YOU been up to, Bronny?" queried Sarah menacingly.

"I did what I said I'd do." said Bronwyn calmly "I got her into a catfight, inducted her into the fraternity and I've even set up our match for her to watch."

"Yes but you weren't supposed to let her WIN! What the fuck happened?" insisted Sarah, no sign of the butter-wouldn't-melt sweet face she normally presented to the world."
 
"I told you: I could GUARANTEE a loss but not a win" said Bronwyn "She got lucky is all, fell on me by accident after I tripped and her knee knocked the wind out of me. She punched the shit out of my tits before I could get her attention and surrender. So I reckon I'm earning my money. Do you want to move forward or not? Second payment is now due or are you going to mess me about? Anyway, I think this works better for you if your ultimate goal is to get her into a catfight yourself, which it is, isn't it?"   

"My, aren't we clever?" sneered Sarah "Don't worry, you'll get your money. Just hold up your end of the bargain."

"I have" said Bronwyn "I let you win in front of your boyfriend, I got her into fighting and set up our fight in front of her, which I'll also let you win in exchange for the 3rd payment. Three fights, three payments."

"I'm not sure I need to pay you to lose, you can't fight for shit and you seem to enjoy losing so much." said Sarah cattily.

"Well there's one way to find out." said Bronwyn staring straight up into her eyes. 

"My, my, tetchy, tetchy." said Sarah "But I've changed my mind about our second fight, as well as Grace, I want Robert, Fiona and Ingrid there to watch. If I'm paying all this money, I should get full value for it."

"That wasn't the deal!" said Bronwyn.

"Well I'm changing the deal." said Sarah.

They stared into each other's eyes until Bronwyn said "Fine! But I have to have a guy and 2 girls there as well. Aside from anything else it wouldn't look right if I didn't."

"Done." said Sarah kissing her.

"If only you weren't so fucking hot." groaned Bronwyn "Now stop bitching and get a move on or we'll miss the first fight."

Grace had talked to just about every girl there and was feeling totally overwhelmed. They all wanted a catfight with her! Some insisted they were straight, some bi and some les. Though some of the straight girls appealed to her [and Bronwyn reckoned you could make any girl cum in a catfight] she mentally put them at the bottom of the pile. About half the bi and les girls simply did not appeal to her sexually and she set them aside as well. The remaining girls got her very wet as she talked to them in more detail. With girls much bigger or smaller than herself she played down the prospect of fighting in favour of wrestling or just hooking up. Most seemed amenable to this, as Bronwyn had said they would be for a hottie like Grace. One exquisite little 5'4" 110 pound redhead called Jane however said she'd definitely want to fight Grace because she "found pain interesting" and didn't care whether she won or lost! Most of the bi or les girls roughly her own size were happy to fight in the nude to the standard rules. When it came to spectators however, preferences ran the full gamut from a private fight to a large crowd.

Finally, the elegant 5'9" 126 pound Cindy sat down next to her. Grace always felt that Cindy looked at her in a coolly appraising way, as only an ex-girlfriend can look at look at a current girlfriend. They had talked a few times at parties and Grace had always felt a flicker of interest from her - and reciprocated it. Bronwyn had warned her off Cindy because a number of girls who had lost to her found her "weird". Grace was actually excited by what she suspected that "weirdness" was.

"Grace, fancy meeting you here." drawled Cindy.

"Well, why wouldn't I be here Sweetie, it's a kinky bitch convention after all. And it gives me a chance to thank you for all the hard work you put into training David, he is a most compliant slave thanks to you!"

"Mhhm, pleased to hear it, maybe I should take him back from you?" smiled Cindy.

"Oh goodness, that could lead to a catfight!" said Grace, covering her mouth with her hand in mock horror.

"I certainly hope so." smiled Cindy "Do you want David to watch?"

"Not fussed but I would want Bronwyn there." said Grace.

"That's OK as long as I get to fight her too." said Cindy.

"That won't be a problem. Naked, standard rules, submission sex for the loser?" queried Grace with a raised eyebrow.

"That sounds absolutely delicious Grace Darling." said Cindy as she kissed Grace lingeringly on the lips and glided off.

Everyone was arranging the furniture along the edge of the patio to watch the arranged catfights on the lawn when Bronwyn and Sarah reappeared. Bronwyn again sat on the ground between Grace's legs and Sarah sat next to Grace on the couch. Sarah said "Remember our last sleepover wrestling match babe?"

Grace groaned "Not likely to forget it!" They had spread Grace's quilt out on her bedroom floor to prevent their knees getting carpet burn and agreed to remove their bras because of the way they scratched their skin. The wrestled in just their panties and as their sweat soaked bodies, particularly their breasts, slipped and ground together and neither could gain an advantage, their mouths drew tantalisingly close together, their breathing grew laboured and... they both came, shuddering helplessly but silently thinking they were hiding it from each other. Grace quickly let Sarah pin her to bring the match to an end and they spent the whole night side by side in bed tossing and turning, resisting their burning desire to reach out for each other. Embarrassed, they had not had another sleepover or wrestling match together since.

"How the fuck did we not fuck that night? Sarah asked, kissing Grace "Don't know Sweetie." she breathed, smiling in return.

The first two protagonists appeared: Jane and a pretty little ash blonde of about the same size called Sue that Grace had also felt particularly attracted towards.
Grace admired their lithe naked bodies as they stalked each other, then threw caution to the winds and attacked with a flurry of punches, slaps and kicks. The action seemed impossibly fast as they both wailed away then clinched and went for each other's hair, jerking each other around wildly as they each tried to throw the other to the ground. Eventually Jane succeeded in throwing Sue and landed on top of her but she was immediately thrown off and they rolled over and over exchanging curses, scratches, punches, knees and pulling hair!

This was the first time Grace had watched a catfight like this, that wasn't going to be broken up, from only a few yards away. She was conscious of the wetness in her pussy as Bronwyn stroked her calves, then Sarah placed her hand on her pussy. She nearly jumped but realising the only light that was on was a floodlight on the lawn where Jane and Sue were and that they were in darkness, she placed one hand over Sarah's on her pussy and reached for Sarah's pussy with the other. There was a flap in her corset to give access to her pussy and Grace smiled as Sarah groped for it in vain before finally undoing the press studs and zipper for her. She smiled more broadly as she easily found and opened the similar flap on Sarah's corset.

The two small girls were still fighting like wildcats on the grass as Grace and Sarah rapidly worked each other to a climax. Finally Sue seemed to run out of gas and Jane started raining unanswered punches on her exquisite 34A breasts "Surrender!" sobbed Sue and Jane immediately stopped punching her and started kissing her as Grace and Sarah came together. Sarah leaned in to kiss her as Bronwyn swivelled and went down on her, extracting another orgasm from her.

When Grace's senses cleared Jane and Sue were gone from sight and two big, well built girls were squaring up to each other on the grass. "Neither of them has ever lost" explained Sarah "This is basically a championship bout."

"As well it would be" thought Grace to herself as she surveyed the two amazons: Michelle the school netball captain at 5'9" and 38DD 28 38 that added up to 160 tanned. muscled pounds, looked like the girl next door with her brown eyes and hair; Helen on the other hand had a quirkily exotic, almost oriental, face with pale skin and dark eyes and hair and her 5'7" 38C 30 40 165 pound frame was balanced easily on her two strong looking legs. Grace had decided that she would not be catfighting with either of these two but was certainly open to the idea of being wrestled into submission by them. She literally groaned and shuddered with desire as she drank in the sight of their magnificent bodies ranged against each other on the grass.

In a moment they were fighting and the way they both threw punches and kicks and blocked and dodged left no doubt that these were two girls who really knew how to fight. They were both prepared to take a punch to give one too and they were soon trading punches and kicks and knees at close range. The sheer force of the blows as they hit home shocked Grace as the brutal slugfest continued and neither girl took a backward step. It was Michelle finally getting in a knee to Helen's pussy that dropped her to the ground. Michelle jumped like a professional wrestler and went to deliver a forearm smash to Helen's breasts but Helen raised her knees just in time and Michelle impaled her stomach on them and flopped to the side. Helen straddled her and sank hard punches into Michelle's firm 38DD breasts until she weakly tapped Helen's thigh. Helen slid forward and planted her pussy on Michelle's mouth. Michelle's hands gripped Helen's thighs and she got busy with her tongue until the big girl came noisily on her face.         

Again Grace and Sarah came together but as Bronwyn turned to eat her out it was sobering for Grace to realise that she wouldn't have lasted 10 seconds with either of these girls. Once again Bronwyn teased another orgasm out of her and Grace sighed quietly with pleasure.

"Come back to mine with Bronny and Monica Sweetie?" Grace said dreamily.

Sarah jumped up and having some idea what was about to happen, Bronwyn also got to her feet.

"With that fat pig Monica? Not bloody likely!" spat Sarah "She's fucking trailer trash. I'm out of here." and stalked off in disgust.

Grace jumped to her feet, her beautiful face white with fury but Bronwyn grabbed her in a bearhug "Not tonight" said Bronwyn tersely "You need more time to recover."

"I don't fucking care." said Grace straining against her. She pushed Bronwyn back slightly but Sarah was disappearing from view

"Anyway I've set up my fight with her for next Saturday night." Bronwyn added quickly and Grace relaxed against her.

"It's not your fight." said Grace.

"Bullshit" said Bronwyn "Monica is my tribe and she's my friend too. I didn't even know you knew her..."

"Oh, I did her orientation when she started last term and we talked and we just sort of clicked." said Grace quietly "Anyway, I thought you said we'd need 2 weeks to recover from our catfight?" she added suspiciously.

"You probably will." said Bronwyn earnestly "But my body is a bit more...er...acclimatised. I'll be fine by next Saturday. But she wouldn't agree to the bedroom catfight I wanted and she wants half the world there as witnesses.'"

Grace's eyes glittered "Good" she smiled "Just make sure you are OK" she said in a hard voice "I want to watch you beat the shit out of that bitch. Then...a week or two later" she smiled "I'm going to beat the shit out of her for good measure. Now let's find gorgeous Monica and get out of here." 




                                                                                                                                                                             

Monica's eyes fairly saucered when they arrived at Grace's home. She had never tasted champagne before and she decided that she liked it. Bronwyn watched her in amusement, her own reaction had been similar.

Grace tipped back her champagne and finished it "Monica Sweetie, is there anything in your religion that prevents you from wrestling with your friends?"

"Er...no..." said Monica smiling "Actually, I love a good wrestle!"

"So do we, Sweetie." smiled Grace " Now if we put the quilt on the floor it will be easier on our knees..."

Grace grappled with Monica for all she was worth but in the end. the reality was that Monica was just too strong for her. Grace was pinned or submitted every time. But she loved the sensation of Monica's firm 36DD breasts boring into her own and of her body being totally dominated by Monica's.

Bronwyn tried her best but was no more successful than Grace. In the end, the only way they could prevail against Monica was by double teaming her. Grace and Bronwyn then proceeded to worship a leg each, then a breast each, before Bronwyn called out "Going high" and started kissing Monica while Grace called out "Going low" and buried her mouth ravenously in her pussy..

Later they drank more champagne and cuddled as they talked. "Monica" said Grace, stroking her hair, "What do you think about Sarah?"

"Total bitch" said Monica "She's been such a cow to me that I've been thinking about arranging an after school meeting with her. We'll see how high and mighty she is when I've finished with her."

"Queue jumper!" said Bronwyn "I'm fighting her next Saturday and I have some free tickets, would you like a ringside seat Mon?"

Monica giggled "Oh I'd love that." she said smiling.

"Then I've got dibs to have the next crack at her and I'd love for you to be there when I put her down." said Grace.

"Geez I wouldn't want to be in her shoes. What did she do to piss you two off?" asked Monica.

"She talked shit about someone we both care about." said Bronwyn looking at Grace who smiled and nodded.





 

They slept in late on Sunday morning. Monica awoke to find herself lying between Grace and Bronwyn in the huge bed - with an urgent need to empty her bladder. She carefully folded back the arm and leg Grace had draped over her and rolled forward onto her hands and knees to make her way to the foot of the bed. She visited the bathroom and found a glass, gratefully drinking several glasses of water straight down, suddenly aware of how thirsty she was. Grace appeared in the mirror behind her and nuzzled into her back, cupping her breasts from behind and kissing her neck. "Come back to bed sexy." she whispered.

Despite their best efforts to be quiet, when they came they woke Bronwyn up. "Mhhm" she said rolling towards them "I'll have some of that." When they finished they lay together for a long time in a tangled heap, sweaty and sated. Grace eventually got up and in the shower. Bronwyn soon joined her and they kissed as they soaped each other down. When Monica appeared Grace got out of the shower and Monica took her place. Grace towelled off and slipped on a short light blue silk kimono, in which she looked simply divine, and laid out red and bright green kimonos for the other two. She checked her phone as she padded into the kitchen and made coffee. The other two appeared: Bronwyn looking elegant and slender in green while the red somehow emphasised Monica's voluptuous figure. "I wondered which way round you'd go. I think you got it right." Grace smiled. 

Grace made scrambled eggs while the others sat at the kitchen island and checked their phones as they drank their coffee. "Grace Darling" drawled Bronwyn without looking up "What time today are your parents due back?"

"Oh, they'll go straight to the office tomorrow." smiled Grace "So we have the place to ourselves for another day if you'd like to stay."

"Rather!" said Bronwyn, emphasising the second syllable.

"I can play for a while." said Monica, and Grace and Bronwyn both loved the newfound sexual confidence radiating from her "But I can't stay tonight - I promised mum I'd be home when she gets off work tonight."

"What time is that Sweetie? I can drive you home." said Grace, coming to terms with the idea of a middle aged woman having to work on a Sunday and liking Monica even more for putting her mother first.     

Monica stared straight down as she said "She'll be home by 9 tonight but don't worry I can get myself home."

"Nonsense! I'll drive you. In fact if we take Dad's truck we can pick your mother up from work." said Grace, realising Monica's mother would otherwise be coming home on a late night bus.

"Oh no she wouldn't want that..." said Monica then rushed over to Grace and hugged her 'Oh why are you so kind to me Grace." she sobbed and her ample body shook in Grace's arms as she sobbed uncontrollably. Bronwyn came over and wrapped her arms around them both as Monica's tears slowly subsided. "Sorry." she said finally.

Grace cooed reassuringly and settled Monica back into her seat while Bronwyn finished dishing up the eggs. placing a plate in front of Monica and saying "Eat Darling, it will make you feel better!" They all ate ravenously, realising how hungry they were. Grace poured more coffee.

Monica finally looked up at Grace and said "I'm just not used to kindness."

Grace felt like she'd been punched in the gut "Well you'd better get used to it Sweetie because I love you and I'm not going anywhere." placing her hands on Monica's. Bronwyn placed her hands on top and murmered "Snap!"

They went back to bed and made love slowly and sensuously, Grace and Bronwyn both focusing on Monica, who groaned and sighed and eventually shuddered to another climax. They lay together kissing and gently caressing each other and Monica began to talk.

Her mother had snatched her up and fled her drunken, wastrel father in the dead of night with nothing more than a suitcase. She'd tried to start again but they'd had to move when he found them. That's why she came to their school last term. Her mother worked long hours in the chicken processing factory and could only afford to rent a trailer. Monica had just got a part time job as a waitress before they'd had to move and couldn't find another job now.

Monica was used to being bullied. Even before they left her father there was no money and she would be ridiculed for her clothes and shoes. By now tears trickled down Grace's cheeks and Bronwyn bowed her head. Monica had taken the bullying for years until just after she turned 18 when this big loud girl who was the school bully cornered Monica with her hangers on surrounding her and a group of boys looking on and, challenged her to  a fight. Monica just bowed her head as she usually did and would have just taken it but the leader of the boys approached her and offered her money to fight.

"Fuck!" said Grace through clenched teeth.

"It happens!" said Bronwyn quietly.   

"Anyway" Monica continued "I thought 'Fuck it, if I'm going to get beaten up anyway, I might as well get paid for it' so I said 'Give me the money' and he did. So we squared off and they all formed a circle around us cheering and I waited to see what she would do. I realised she didn't seem to know herself. So I waited. We just kept circling and the crowd started jeering. They kept calling out 'Come on Mags, get her, kick her arse.' So she came at me, swung a huge slap at my face and I ducked and drove this punch deep into her guts. I think all the years of humiliation I had endured went into that punch. She doubled over and I kneed her in the face. Her nose exploded in a spray of blood. She fell on her back and I jumped on top of her and just kept punching her fat tits. Some of her flunkeys tried to intervene but the boys held them back. My arms got tired eventually so I stopped and stood up. One of the boys called out 'Kick her' and I nearly did but I looked at her lying there broken and helpless and all the hate just left me. I said to the boys holding back her friends 'Let them help her.' and walked off."

"I realised as I walked away that I was very wet downstairs and I pleasured myself many times reliving that fight. I realised I enjoyed fighting and that I was good at it and that it turned me on like nothing else. It certainly wasn't the last time boys paid me to fight. I was actually very popular. They'd set up fights between girls from different schools who didn't know each other. I'd agree to any rules, though mostly they weren't any, and any forfeits for the loser. Not many girls from my own school actually approached me to fight after that first time but many of them wanted to get with me and I found I enjoyed wrestling with them while we fucked. I caught up with Mags and made her eat me out. I didn't enjoy sex with boys much but maybe because I was hanging out with the wrong ones."

"I had a fight with a girl at the trailer park just for the hell of it and sat on her face afterwards. And the two bitches at school, including the one where you stood by me Bronny." concluded Monica.

Bronwyn stirred and took Monica's hand. "I've fought for money too Monica. Sometimes it was the only way I could help Mum out a bit. So I know how you feel."

Monica said "Yeah. I'd do anything to earn some money at the moment."

Grace smiled "Including modelling?"

Monica said "What the fuck? No way could I ever be a model."

"Not catwalk modelling, I know Cindy at school does a bit of that but none of us are tall enough. I'm talking about swimsuit modelling or lingerie modelling. I just got the payment for my first shoot: $500."

Monica said "Yeah but your figure is perfect."

"I prefer yours Sweetie" Grace said firmly "Anyway the agency asked me to recommend girls who might be interested in trying out, girls who have fuller figures down to skinny wraiths like Bronwyn here."

"Do you really think I could do it?" asked Monica.

"Sweetie you're hot as fuck." said Grace "And your beautiful heart gives you this aura. You and Bronny would be awesome."

"I'm game." smiled Bronwyn.

"Then so am I." said Monica.

"Good" said Grace "That's settled. Now if you don't mind I need some advice about what to do about my boyfriend. He's a nice enough guy and we've had some fun times. He's even a bit kinky but I'm starting to think I prefer girls, preferably more than one at a time. I've been ducking him the past couple of days and now  he's desperate to come over."   

"Then let him" said Bronwyn promptly "We'll give him a foursome that will blow his mind. After Monica and I have checked him out we'll be able to give you our considered opinion, right Mon?"

"Absolutely!" Monica spluttered.

"But I thought you were a lesbian?" said Grace.

"Never assume." scolded Bronwyn "I don't mind fucking guys, I just don't like them following me around like lost puppies. Why buy a book when you can borrow from a library? I don't need to. Every girl I know who's with a straight guy is being constantly pestered for a threesome. I just help a sister out. Am I right or am I right, Darling?"

Grace was laughing hysterically and nodded "You're spot on Sweetie." she finally managed to get out.

Grace hit a button on her phone "Hi spunky" she said "You still want to come over?" pause "Well I'm here naked with the two hot girls I just spent the night with so don't spend too long jacking off in the shower."

David rang the doorbell 10 minutes later. The door opened to reveal Grace in her leather studded collar and corset and stockings, with her riding crop in one hand and a leash in the other...attached to a collar around Bronwyn's neck, who was otherwise naked sitting on her haunches at Grace's feet.

"Hello Naughty Boy' said Grace in her huskiest voice "Welcome to the House of Pain". This is my slave Bronwyn. I put those scratches on her tits when I fucked her up in a catfight. Now she is my fuckpuppet until she wins her freedom. Inside is Mistress Monica who awaits you. Do you dare to cross the threshold and match your puny will against hers?"

David stepped forward without hesitation but awkwardly due to huge tenting bulge in his shorts.

"My my" remarked Grace over her shoulder as she walked leading Bronwyn on her hands and knees and David followed "I think you're even bigger than usual. I may allow you to service me after your initiation."

In Grace's room the quilt was spread out on the floor. David knew what that meant. Standing on it was a shorter but obviously powerful girl whose voluptuous curves were clad in lingerie and strong legs encased in stockings. "Get naked and assume the position." Grace ordered David "Mistress Monica will then conduct your initiation." Grace then led Bronwyn over to the bed.

It only took a moment for David to throw off his shirt and shorts and kneel on the quilt. His huge throbbing member was actually purple and extended upwards beyond the horizontal. Monica performed a slower striptease for his benefit.

Bronwyn giggled "I see what you mean, he's hung like a horse."

Grace dropped her head and bit her nipple "Stay in character." she whispered then said "Mistress Monica you may proceed when ready. I note that this slave has brought a loaded weapon into the arena. Do you require assistance to disarm him?"

"No, Mistress Grace, it will be my pleasure." said Monica stifling her smile with difficulty. Grace had said to follow her lead and damn she was enjoying this! Monica shuffled over to David on her hands and knees and gripped his member with her hand, looking into his widening eyes as she squeezed it "Confirming that the weapon is loaded." she said, pleased with herself for coming up with this line. "I will now proceed to disarm the weapon." and she knelt and started to bite the shaft, working her way backwards and forwards as David's eyes bulged and his breathing became very laboured. Then she started to tease the head lightly with the tip of her tongue. David started groaning and she realised he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. "On your back Slave." she ordered "I will now perform the final act to disarm the weapon." she said to the girls on the bed as her strong thighs straddled David and she enveloped his manhood with her pussy. "Slave, you now have permission to pleasure me." she grunted as she began to ride him.   

Grace and Bronwyn watched open mouthed, even as they pleasured each other, as Monica brutally but expertly rode David, never allowing him to get on top, to a series of thunderous orgasms until he finally bellowed like a bull. Grace realised she'd never got him to make a sound quite like that...

Monica and David recovered on the bed as Grace and Bronwyn took to the floor to wrestle. "I order you to fight me Stave" said Grace and a torrid struggle ensued as their evenly matched. naked and soon sweaty,  bodies struggled vigorously for control. Grace was slightly the stronger but Bronwyn slightly the more nimble, After about 15 minutes Grace finally managed to pin Bronwyn and shuffled forward to sit on her face before taking her in a 69. By the time they were finished Monica had to disarm David's weapon all over again, this time by taking him fully into her mouth.

After time to recover, Monica and David locked up on their knees on the floor in a trial of strength and an epic battle ensued. David was 6'2" and 180 pounds and he basically had to let Grace, strong and skilful as she was, win their wrestling matches as part of their roleplay. Monica surprised him with her strength and aggression and he soon found that he had a genuine battle on his hands. He finally managed to pin her but she bucked him off! She then grabbed and twisted his ball sack, which was how Grace occasionally managed to genuinely win one of their matches. Held down and helpless making mewing noises, David frantically tapped Monica's strong thigh and she let him go then sat on his face, her thick wet pussy hair in stark contrast to the finer hair of Grace that he was used to, Bronwyn then slid onto his shaft and Grace looked on from the bed, pleasuring herself as the three cavorted on the floor. They rode him all the way home.       

They talked as they recovered between bouts of frenetic activity. Bronwyn took the blame for David missing her catfight with Grace, saying that she never fought in front of guys she didn't know. Then she said to him "But I'm fighting Sarah next Saturday night over Grace and I can have one guy there and that's you if you want it to be. Monica is coming." David's reply was initially in the nature of a strangled croak until he could get out "You and Sarah, fucking awesome."

Eventually as the evening grew dark outside, Grace, leaning back against David as he caressed her breasts from behind on the bed, said "Monica, I hate to break up the party but I said I'd drive you home, remember."

Monica reluctantly lifted her mouth from Bronwyn, lying underneath her on the floor "Oh, is it that late?" and started to get up.

"Hey babe, you're exhausted." David said to Grace "I can drop Monica home. I've got to head off anyway."

"Oh, thank you Sweetie, you're so thoughtful." said Grace, kissing him.

After Monica and David left Grace and Bronwyn went back to bed and smiled as they reached for each other. Bronwyn said "What are the odds they fuck on the way?"

"Pretty good" replied Grace "I sent them off a good half hour early."

Bronwyn laughed and kissed her "Oh I do love you Grace."

"And I love you too Bronny. Know how I know that?"

"I'm sure you're going to tell me." smiled Bronwyn.

"Well, you know, the thought of David watching while we fought really turned me on. Particularly if I wound up losing. Him seeing me stripped bare, beaten and humiliated. AArgh!" she groaned. "But the reason I couldn't have him there, no matter how much it turned me on, was because I thought of him as a potential Mr Right and I was frightened of the effect it would have on our relationship, and not just on the Mistress/Slave thing we have going: that he'd never be able to view me in the same light again if he saw me beaten in a catfight, no matter how much he enjoyed it. Do you follow?"

"Yes, actually I do." said Bronwyn quietly.

"Whereas" said Grace "I get even more turned on by the thought of you seeing me lose and I have absolutely no reservations about it - I want you to see all of me."

"That's beautiful Grace Darling and you know, I feel exactly the same way about you - I want to share everything with you."

And they kissed.

They sat together at lunch on Monday and were openly affectionate towards each other.. Grace didn't care who knew she was 'out' with Bronwyn. She wanted the whole world to know. Especially her 'former best friend' Sarah. The thought that Bronwyn desperately wanted to fight 'that bitch' over her was driving her absolutely wild.

"Hey, I've got some good news." said Grace "My folks aren't coming home this week, they're going to stay in town. So we can have as many 'sleepovers' as we like!" she finished, arching her eyebrows delightfully.

Bronwyn groaned with pleasure at the thought of more nights with Grace, alone together in the big house. "Oh Darling, that's fantastic."   

"They've invited David and me to have dinner with them in town tonight but I thought you might like to come instead?" Grace said, almost shyly.

"Oh Darling, I'd love to!" said Bronwyn "Wow! Meeting the parents! What a traditional couple we're becoming! What do they do anyway?"

"Oh, they're lawyers. They've got some big case on at the moment, although that seems to happen a lot these days." said Grace, almost sadly.

"Wait a minute...Grace...Frobisher...they're not THE Frobishers, the law firm?" asked Bronwyn.

Grace blushed "Guilty as charged." she said "But...how would you have ever heard of them?"

"Oh my brother is in law school so I hear a lot about the law. I even know what the big case is they're working on at the moment - it's a class action. My brother really admires your parents." said Bronwyn.

"Sounds like he knows them better than I do." said Grace. There it was. It just slipped out. Grace realised too late that she'd let the bitterness creep into her voice. She sighed "Sometimes it seems like they're so busy helping everybody else they have no time for me. Like I'm invisible. The latch key kid in the golden cage."

Bronwyn pulled her close "Maybe it's because they realise how fabulous you are and think you can take care of yourself? I love you babe!" she cooed.

Grace drew Bronwyn into her and kissed her neck "I love you too Bronny." They held each other, oblivious to the stares that two hot girls cuddling inevitably attract, especially in an all girls school with rumours swirling of an after school catfight.

Grace drove Bronwyn home after school so she could get some clothes. Grace was curious to meet her family and see her home, particularly her bedroom. You could tell a lot about a girl from her bedroom.

Although Bronwyn literally lived on 'the wrong side of the tracks' in a rougher neighbourhood, her house was notably more attractive and substantial than it's neighbours, with a broad front porch and made of brick with a garage and basement underneath. Also in contrast to it's neighbours, it was beautifully maintained, freshly painted with manicured gardens. Not what she would have expected. Realising this, Bronwyn explained "My brother does all the work around the house."

Inside it was the same story. The house was nicely but not extravagantly furnished and neat as a new pin. Bronwyn's bedroom was a good size and could take a large double bed. Grace sat on the bed and rubbed the quilt with her hand "Good to see you've got your priorities right!" she giggled as she inhaled Bronwyn's residual scent "I want to come for a sleepover soon!"

"Yeah, fuck that, no ensuite." said Bronwyn packing clothes into a bag "It's hell having to walk down the hall to pee in the middle of the night."

Grace lay back on the bed and sighed "I want you to fuck me in your bed Bronny." 

Just at that moment a figure appeared in the doorway and Grace sat bolt upright. She realised, almost with relief, that it must be Bronwyn's sister rather than her brother or her mother. Nevertheless, she turned beet red with mortification. Though she felt a twinge at the sight  of the well built girl dripping sweat in her sports bra and shorts. She had the same colouring as Bronwyn and seemed the same height but probably weighed about 140.

Bronwyn didn't turn a hair "Hey Nic, didn't realise you were home. Meet Grace. Grace meet my older sis Nicola."

"I was working out." said Nicola as they shook hands and she eyed Grace with evident approval. "How'd the fight go?" she asked casually.

"Meh. Grace kicked my arse. It happens sometimes." shrugged Bronwyn.

"Gotta love a posh girl who can fight!" Nicola smiled at Grace "Do you think you're ready for me Sweetheart?"

"Not yet" interjected Bronwyn before a stunned Grace could reply. Bronwyn tilted her head and looked at Grace affectionately "Maybe one day." she said softly.

"Gotta hit the shower. Nice to meet you Grace. Later." said Nicola as she turned and walked off.

Grace looked at Bronwyn quizzically "Well, she's very...er..."

"Enigmatic?" suggested Bronwyn smiling.

"That and a few other words I can't think of at the moment...you told her you were going to fight me?" said Grace wonderingly.

"Of course, we tell each other everything. Mum and Ted too!" said Bronwyn.

"What did you tell them about me?" asked Grace, reeling.

"Oh I just said there was this really hot posh girl called Grace who I'd fancied for ages who I wanted to get into a catfight. How I hoped you were bi because I desperately wanted to fuck you. Nicola approved by the way." smiled Bronwyn.   

Grace closed the door and threw Bronwyn on the bed "Fuck me now!" she ordered urgently as she straddled her.


   

Bronwyn gave Grace a quick tour of the house, the most interesting part of which was the basement, which was neatly laid out with free weights, a pull up bar and other equipment and...a large square area of wrestling mats.

"Ted did all this" said Bronwyn "It was just an empty shell and he finished it. When he was 15 he built his own bedroom and a bathroom down here so Nic and I could have our own rooms. Now he holds down a full time job in construction putting himself through law school." she pointed to some boxing gloves hanging on a rack and smiled "He can also teach you to box if you like. He taught Nic and me and a heap of his girlfriends!" Grace's heart was pounding now as she imagined it and tried to visualise this brother Ted that Bronwyn was clearly so proud of.

When they came back upstairs Bronwyn's mother Madison, who looked more like Nicola's slightly older sister, was in the kitchen, dressed in a gym uniform. "Oh I wondered whose car that was" she said absently as she turned. "Hello Darlings!" she said gathering them both into her arms and hugging them, then holding them lightly around the waist "You must be Grace. Goodness you are so beautiful! Have you two been having fun?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh Mum it's been the best." said Bronwyn "Grace kicked my arse and it was her first fight ever!"

"What an impressive young woman you are" said Madison pulling Grace into her for another hug and smiling at her expression "you may think it's an unusual attitude for a parent to adopt but I firmly believe that it's healthy for young women to fight. In fact I think it's unhealthy to suppress our natural instincts and desires. Bronwyn, I want you to bring Grace home for dinner soon! But you two must excuse me, I have some urgent paperwork to attend to." she said.

Bronwyn kissed her affectionately on the cheek "That's OK Mum, we're having dinner with Grace's parents tonight."

"Oh lovely Bron." murmered Madison.

Grace couldn't help hugging Madison and kissing her other cheek "Wonderful to meet you Mrs de Rose."

"Madison please dear, that makes me feel 100 years old - and I'm only 43!"

As they walked down the neatly tended front path Grace realised there was a tall, obviously well built man inspecting her car. Any doubt as to his identity was resolved by Bronwyn running and jumping up, wrapping her legs around him and crying "Ted!" before she kissed him on both cheeks. He held her easily as he returned her kisses and said softly "Bron." Then he turned to look at Grace and she felt her pussy go "thump" as his gaze pierced her. His dusty construction clothes did not detract from his striking dark eyes and hair and deeply tanned skin, there was...a wildness about him.

"You must be Grace?" he smiled "Even Bronwyn's description didn't do you justice. I take it this sleek little number is yours? Do you know how to really drive it?" he mocked gently.

The voice! The deep sexy voice! A man's voice, not a boy's. Still, best not to take any nonsense from him. "Come for a ride with me and I'll show you." said Grace and gave him her best pout, which, with her full lips, had been known to reduce...boys, to quivering wrecks.

Ted just grinned at her and said "OK".

"We'll be about 10 minutes." said Grace to Bronwyn as she and Ted strapped themselves in. Grace had removed her shoes and socks and to drive barefoot. She knew her relatively short school dress would ride up enough to give Ted a good eyeful of her bare thighs. Also known to reduce boy's to jelly. She moved the seat forward slightly and tightened her seatbelt. Ted meanwhile had somehow managed to fit his large frame into the cramped passenger seat. Grace almost laughed when she realised how far above the windscreen rail his head projected. He would be well in the slipstream. She pulled on her driving gloves, which were needed for serious driving with the thin and potentially slippery plastic steering wheel and put on her sunglasses, because they made her feel hot.

Lips pressed together she started the engine, careful not to over rev it and pulled out smoothly in first gear then ran it all the way out before a lightning change into second. She knew the roads fairly well so she had already mapped out the route she wanted to take, including a very twisty, challenging stretch through woodland. The engine rose to a high pitched wail as she expertly worked the gears to keep the high revving engine "on cam". Through the tight corners, down to hair pins, she double-declutched to keep the revs up and power out of the corners. On an open stretch she briefly took it up to over 100 mph and chuckled at Ted trying in vain to get his head down behind the windscreen. As they roared up to where Bronwyn stood, still waiting patiently, Grace drove past, changed down, then reefed the handbrake to execute a perfect 180 degree turn before burbling up to the kerb where Bronwyn stood and pulling up, leaving the engine running.

Grace removed her sunglasses and fixed Ted with her best withering stare, known to melt glass and asked curtly "Good enough?"

Ted smiled at her and despite herself she melted, then he said "You're even more beautiful when you're angry. It's going to be so much fun teasing you." and got out.

He hugged Bronwyn and said "You're in good hands." to which she replied "I know." before taking his place and they were off.

"Infuriating" said Grace.

"I know." said Bronwyn.

Grace wondered just wtf Ted meant by his comment about teasing her, did he mean... throughout their married life? She fervently hoped so.

Bronwyn punctured her thoughts by saying "Feel free to fuck Ted if you want to."

"What?" said Grace "But what about us?"

"Us is us. I love you Grace but I'll never try and put a cage around you. What we do with Monica, David or Ted or anyone else doesn't affect us. We'll always be us." said Bronwyn.

"But...he's your brother.." said Grace.

"Yes and I want the best for him and from where I'm sitting that's you. Anyway he'd never be so narrow minded as to try to come between us - he'll respect what we have together just as I would respect anything you want with him. And the same goes for Nicola. Mum, however is off limits. That would be gross." said Bronwyn.

Grace spluttered helplessly.

"On the other hand, it would lead to the mother of all catfights." mused Bronwyn.

Grace, laughing helplessly, "Fuck, don't make me laugh when I'm driving."

Dinner with Grace's parent's, Claire and James III, as Grace mockingly introduced him, was more than anything, surprising for Bronwyn. They were not at all what she expected for rich people. James III was a distinguished, kindly looking man of about 50 who wore his age well in a dark, hand made suit that smelled of pipe tobacco when Bronwyn kissed his cheek.   

Claire hugged Bronwyn so hard when they kissed that she winced a little from the pain in her breasts. Claire murmered "My, my aren't you just exquisite, Dear." as Bronwyn inhaled her intoxicating perfume. Her nipples started hardening as she looked at Claire sitting next to her - she was like an older version of Grace, carrying perhaps another 5-10 pounds on her elegant figure. Although Bronwyn realised, from what she knew about the age of Grace's siblings, that Claire must be pushing 50, with her flawless, porcelain skin and unlined face she could easily pass for 30. She was obviously in good shape too under her beautifully cut and expensive clothes.

"David at football practice?" inquired James III affably and Bronwyn smiled to herself at what she knew was about to come.

"No, I've friend zoned him. Bronwyn and I are actually dating." said Grace, just as she'd said she would, although she'd deemed the catfight and orgy would be "oversharing".

James III smiled and laid his hand on Grace's and said "That's wonderful news Gracie. You two look good together!"

"Thank you Daddy." said Grace as she kissed him.

Claire leaned into Bronwyn and kissed and hugged her and said "I'm so happy for you both." and and again Bronwyn felt intoxicated by the contact, particularly Claires soft cheek against her own.

Then Bronwyn and Grace stood and moved round the table. James III gave Bronwyn an affectionate hug, just as she'd always imagined a father would, murmering "Just what I wanted, another beautiful daughter!" as she kissed him on the opposite cheek to Grace and her eyes misted up. She could see Grace and Claire hugging each other tightly and thought she heard Claire saying "Good for you Darling."

Claire sat back and smiled to herself. She'd noticed Grace grunt when she hugged her and deliberately hugged Bronwyn harder, getting exactly the reaction she expected. Both girls clearly had some pain in their breasts, a sure sign they'd been in a catfight. She assumed it was with each other and that, as often happens, they were incredibly turned on by the experience and fucked afterwards. She guessed they'd met after school, as girls often do and that Grace had probably lost as she was fairly sure she hadn't been in a catfight previously. There was something about Bronwyn that suggested to Claire's honed instincts that it wouldn't have been her first catfight. None of this worried her in the slightest, in fact she was elated that Grace was following in her footsteps. What Claire wanted now, more than anything, was to meet Bronwyn's mother.

"Have you two known each other for long?" Claire queried "It's just we haven't seen you before Bronwyn?"

"Oh yes, we've known each other from school obviously but we only recently started hanging out together." said Bronwyn carefully.

"Mhhm" smiled Claire and Bronwyn had the uncomfortable feeling she was looking straight through her "Well it would be nice to meet your parents Bronwyn, perhaps they'd like to come for dinner when we're back in the house? I think can still remember how to cook!" 

"Oh that would be lovely Mrs Frobisher but I only have my mother, my brother and my sister. My father left before I was born."

"Oh child!" exclaimed James III.

Claire took her hand and Bronwyn felt a strange thrill at her touch "Call me Clare, please. I'm sorry Darling I didn't know about your father but I would love to meet your family so please, give me your mother's number so I can invite her properly."

"Good idea!" said James III gruffly.

Aside from the superb home cooked Italian food, the beautiful wines that James III kept ordering, the friendly atmosphere where the owners actually came and sat at the table with them and the convivial company of Grace's parents, especially her hot mother, the highlight for Bronwyn was Grace's stockinged leg rubbing against hers under the table.

Bronwyn stayed with Grace every night that week as her body recovered as she expected, They even had David and Monica come for another session on Wednesday night.. But come Friday night Bronwyn said to Grace she needed to clear her head before the catfight with Sarah the next day. She actually spent the night with her opponent.

"Fuck you have a beautiful body." said Bronwyn to Sarah as they lay together sweat soaked and breathing hard "I'll always want to fuck you."

"Hmpf. You can always be my slave Bronny." sighed Sarah. "I can't wait till tomorrow, nobody gives submission sex like you...it doesn't bother you though, being dominated and humiliated in front of so many people?"

"No. It turns me on like nothing else. Besides, I need the money." said Bronwyn.

"Who are you bringing as your spectators?" said Sarah.

"Oh David and Monica..."

"No fucking way!" said Sarah.

"Well, Grace wants her there so you ring her and tell her no." said Bronwyn.

"Fuck. It's just...neither Fiona or Ingrid will want to fight that disgusting pig." said Sarah.

Bronwyn had anticipated this but dissembled "Oh, I thought we were the only ones fighting."

"Well we are but you know what it's like when there's spectators, challenges get made, girls get it on, yada yada yada." said Sarah.

"Mhhm" said Bronwyn "But given this is for Grace's benefit, wouldn't it be best to keep the focus on our catfight?"

"Maybe" said Sarah grudgingly, though she liked the idea of the focus being on her "Who else are you bringing?"

"My sister Nicola" said Bronwyn.

"Does she fight?" asked Sarah hopefully.

"Oh, she had a couple in school. She likes watching, well, who doesn't?" she giggled "I mainly want her there because she's training to be a nurse, in case you get carried away and do a number on me." said Bronwyn. She could tell that Sarah liked that hint of fear. "Anyway isn't it risky having other fights if you don't want Grace fighting anybody else before you? She could easily get drawn into it." she added.

"Oh maybe" said Sarah.

Bronwyn slid down under the covers, slipped her hands under Sarah's thighs and arse and locked her mouth onto her neatly trimmed pussy.

"What? Already? Insatiable!" groaned Sarah as she laid back and spread her legs wider.

Bronwyn surveyed the spectators sitting on three garden benches lined up at the edge of the lawn next to the pool at Grace's place, whose parents were away for the weekend again. On the first bench were Fiona, Ingrid and Sarah's boyfriend Robert. On the middle bench were Grace, who they were fighting over and Bronwyn's sister Nicola and on the third bench, Monica and David.

The spectators saw two incredibly hot, naked 18 year old girls confronting each other on the grass: Bronwyn 5'5" 120 pounds 34C 22 34 deeply tanned with deep brown eyes and long brown hair worn loose and Sarah 5'6" 126 pounds 34C 24 34 lightly tanned with dark brown eyes and long hair, also worn loose by agreement.

Both were well well toned and fit, Bronwyn's abs being clearly defined and Sarah's body a testament to her long term training as a high level tennis player.

Bronwyn wondered what Robert must be thinking, having witnessed their first catfight, which Sarah had secretly paid her to lose.

Sarah attacked, throwing a jab with her left. Bronwyn reacted with blinding speed, blocking with her left in a vertical sweeping motion that knocked Sarah off balance and then shifting her weight to deliver a right hook to Sarah's ribs under her armpit.

Sarah cried out and reeled away, giving Bronwyn a shocked reproachful look. Bronwyn smiled grimly to herself and moved in. Through several skirmishes Sarah acquitted herself well; her hand eye coordination being of high order. Nevertheless, Bronwyn was getting the better of these exchanges, particularly when she got a hard kick in to the side of Sarah's knee, when she again cried out.

Sarah's takedown was well executed, diving forward as Bronwyn was attacking and taking her legs out from under her. As she scrambled forward however Bronwyn locked her legs around her waist. Watching the two beautiful girls struggle on the ground, locked together, fighting over her, Grace groaned with pleasure and gratefully accepted Nicola's fingers probing into her pussy - and reciprocated.

Trying to reach each other's breasts, Bronwyn and Sarah's hands locked up and they struggled for control. Sarah, clearly bothered by Bronwyn's waist scissors, tried to get to her feet to slam Bronwyn but Bronwyn snatched her left hand free and grabbed a handful of Sarah's hair, yanking savagely as she released her waist scissors and pushed off the ground with her feet, rolling Sarah over and straddling her. On her back Sarah reached up and cruelly crushed Bronwyn's breasts with both hands. Bronwyn groaned and, it seemed to Grace, relished the pain. In any event, she accepted the challenge and sank her nails into Sarah's breasts as she crushed them.

Grace watched enthralled as the two beautiful naked girls fought over her only yards from where she was sitting. Agony and determination were written on both their faces as they tightened their iron grips on each other's breasts, digging their nails in, trying to force the other to submit even as the sobs escaped their own mouths. Surely they couldn't keep this up for long? Then Grace noticed a familiar tremble passing through Bronwyn, her pussy on Sarah's stomach was about to make her cum and, Grace knew from experience, render her momentarily vulnerable...this despite Grace having gone down on her before the fight started, making her cum repeatedly.

Bronwyn suddenly raked her nails down Sarah's breasts causing her to scream - and relax her grip on Bronwyn's breasts. Bronwyn seized her wrists, digging her thumbnails into the soft undersides causing Sarah to cry out. Bronwyn forced Sarah's wrists to the ground just as the violent orgasm tore through her. She rode it out holding Sarah down then lowered herself so that her body was in contact with Sarah's. She kissed her and Sarah returned the kiss, groaning heavily.

"Enjoying it?" Bronwyn queried softly.

"Yes!" whispered Sarah "but it doesn't feel like you're going to let me win."

Bronwyn laughed then said quietly "Do you understand why?"

"I think so. In fact, I'm so turned on, I'm not bothered by it." whispered Sarah.

"Good girl. You're fighting really well, you might beat me fair and square and I'm loving it." said Bronwyn.

"Could you do just one thing for me before we start again? Make me cum?" Sarah pleaded plaintively.

In answer Bronwyn released Sarah's wrists and sat up, leaning back to thrust first one, then two fingers inside her, drumming on her clit until she came screaming like a woman possessed. Bronwyn removed her fingers and licked them while looking deep into Sarah's eyes and smiling. "More of that later." she murmured then stood up and offered her hand to help Sarah up. They separated and began to circle.

Grace was confused, she didn't understand why Bronwyn had given up her dominant position and let Sarah up. But Sarah did.

Sarah knew she had to win. She'd invited all these spectators and the thought of them seeing her lose was unbearable - even if it was, in a way, unbearably exciting. She pushed that thought away. She was a good fighter. She'd beaten the other three girls she'd fought. Her tennis training meant she was superbly conditioned though she didn't think this fight would last so long for that to be a factor. More importantly, she knew she could coordinate her movements precisely and her hands and feet would always land where she wanted them to.

So she attacked. Driving Bronwyn back with fast combinations of punches and kicks. She felt a little elation as Bronwyn was totally on the defensive as she sprung her trap, closing in as if to clinch, leaving her pussy wide open. Bronwyn threw the knee as she'd anticipated she would...but Sarah was already turning so that the knee, although it struck hard, hit her thigh. Bronwyn's body had turned with the knee, so that they were almost side by side turned inwards, Sarah's hand was already reaching up to grab Bronwyn's hair from behind, yanking her hard and pulling her off her feet so she landed on her back. Sarah was virtually side on when Bronwyn landed so it was easy to drop her knees into her stomach.

Bronwyn had seen the knee drop coming and tensed her superb abs to avoid the worst of it, then as Sarah went to swivel and straddle her, thinking Bronwyn must have been winded, Bronwyn surprised her by again raking her nails down both breasts, causing Sarah to scream and Grace to shudder. Momentarily paralysed and disoriented by the searing pain in her breasts, Sarah didn't even feel Bronwyn's hand in her hair, yanking her off sideways. But she did feel the other hand when it clawed inside her neatly trimmed pussy. Sarah's scream was deafening as Bronwyn scrambled up and mounted her, facing her feet, as she continued to claw her pussy. Sarah's hand frantically slapped Bronwyn's hip as she screamed her surrender.

Bronwyn swivelled around on top of Sarah to face her. Sarah was sobbing heavily from the pain and, no doubt, the defeat. Bronwyn lay gently on top of her, kissing, caressing and stroking her hair. "Great fight babe." she cooed "You nearly had me!"

Sarah's sobbing slowly subsided "So, this is what I get for being a bitch. I guess I deserve it." she said finally.

"Yes you do" said Bronwyn "But it's all done now. We can start over. You can still be my sex slave."

Sarah giggled "That doesn't sound so bad."

"It isn't." said Bronwyn sliding forward to sit on her face.

When she had finished, for the time being, with Sarah, who lay curled up on her side completely spent, Bronwyn called Sarah's boyfriend Robert over and told him exactly what she wanted him to do to her.

Grace quietly lay down behind Sarah and spooned with her, slipping one arm under her head and the other over her waist so her hand could stroke her flat stomach while she cooed quietly to her. "Thank you for fighting over me Sar, you've no idea how much you turned me on today." There was no reply. Sarah was asleep.

Bronwyn straddled Robert as he bellowed like a bull and finally blew inside her. She lay next him him and put her head on his shoulder, stroking his chest hair. "That was beautiful Robert" she sighed "You can do that to me any time. Hey, Sarah and I are going to have a decider at some point, how would you like to be the only witness?" He groaned his assent.

Although Bronwyn had thought it was likely there would be more catfights, which was why she had chosen Monica and Nicola as spectators, none eventuated. After the erotic contest between Bronwyn and Sarah the mood was firmly for love not war.

After a while they moved inside to Grace's bedroom. Sarah approached Monica and kissed her hard on the mouth "Sorry for being such a bitch to you Monica. I...I...I guess sometimes the only way I know how to build myself up is to put other people down. You didn't deserve any of it." she sobbed "You can do whatever you like to me." she said meekly. "Oh well" said Monica pulling her into her firm, ample body and kissing her "This could take some time."

On Sunday night, when everyone else had finally left, Grace and Bronwyn lay in bed together.

"Why do I get the feeling there was more going on between you and Sarah than you let on?" asked Grace whimsically.

"Because you're so fucking smart." sighed Bronwyn "Look, I wanted to fight her over you like nothing else. She's always been your best friend. I wanted to put her in second place. I guess I also wanted you to really see her like you never have before. Monica's not the first girl she's been nasty to over the years but I noticed she never did it when you were around or were likely to hear about it. I wanted you to see her true character but...it was more complicated than that.. she frustrated me because she's so fucking hot and I wanted to fuck her and fight her and...it kind of annoyed me that I was so attracted to her...so I never wanted to get rid of her I kind of wanted to break her and keep her around as our fuck puppet...but to be completely honest I was so attracted to her that I was worried that you might be more attracted to her than me so I guess I was desperate to show her up."

Grace laughed "Well that's all very flattering and the loveliest thing has been left unsaid: that no matter how attractive you find Sarah, you're more attracted to me."

"Of course" said Bronwyn "I'm completely in love with you."

Grace punched her arm "Doesn't it occur to you, silly, that I'm hopelessly in love with you? But of course, watching you kick Sarah's arse turned me on no end. Almost as much as fighting you myself. That was my first time Sweetie and I'll never forget it. You know, it could so easily have been Sarah, we came so close that night we were wrestling. But something held us back and I'm glad it did. I'm so glad it was you and not her. It was so perfect with you, utterly exquisite. And hey, don't get me wrong, I really want to fight Sarah, just right after our rematch. 

On Monday Grace got the text she half expected to receive, saying the case was going longer than anticipated and her parents would be staying in town another week. Bronwyn was sympathetic and said "How does that work, do they stay in a hotel."

"No, they do this so often they got an apartment years ago." Grace said miserably and Bronwyn realised how lonely she must be in that big house on her own.

"Well come for dinner and that sleepover tonight then, Mum's got the slow cooker on!" said Bronwyn.

"Really?" Grace said excitedly "Oh thank you Bronny, that would be lovely!"

Grace pilfered some bottles of James III's wine from the cellar and presented herself, all dolled up, at the appointed time. Bronwyn, clearly upset, opened the door almost furtively and explained that her mother Madison had had some bad news and had been talking to her brother Ted, about to graduate in law, about it but they were finished now. Grace followed Bronwyn into the large eat in kitchen where Bronwyn's sister Nicola was comforting Madison who had clearly been crying but was trying to disguise the fact as she rose from the table to greet Grace warmly with a hug. Ted was dressed in a suit with reading glasses perched on his nose, putting some papers away in a folder. Grace felt a bell toll in her pussy as she drank in how handsome and...commanding he was and had the satisfaction of seeing him do a double take as he caught sight of her.

"What's the matter Madison, is there anything I can do to help?" asked Grace solicitously.

"Not unless you have some way to stop the bank from taking our home." said Nicola bitterly.

"Nicola!" snapped Madison "We're not going to bother Grace with this, she is our guest."

"But I might be able to help." said Grace quietly.

"Thank you Darling but there's no need, it's all under control. Let's open some of that lovely wine you've brought and get this party started." said Madison brightly but the hard look on Ted's face and the resigned look on Bronwyn's contradicted her rather forced gaiety.

Nevertheless the wine was uncorked and the delicious osso buco served and they ate in the kitchen. There was even pudding! They were such a happy family together it made Grace feel wistful about her own pre-occupied parents and long departed older siblings. None of them ever came home, except for her favourite, the eldest James IV, known as Jimmy Four to everyone and who her father jokingly called the black sheep of the family because of his temerity in breaking with the family tradition of going in to the law and choosing to become a fighter pilot instead. At least her father could joke about it, her mother was not at all amused and had transferred the burden of expectation on to Grace.   

After dinner Bronwyn took Grace to her room. They were now so close that Grace could feel her pain. "How bad is it?" she asked quietly.

"Ted thinks it's bad and that's good enough for me but Mum is such an optimist she just won't listen to him." she breathed out heavily "Mum worked at the gym for 15 years and wound up managing it. When the woman who owned it retired and went to live in Italy with an old friend she gave Mum the business and sold her the property. It was a sweet deal but then Covid came along and pretty much shut the business down. Mum had to put the house up as security and...now the bank is going to sell her up unless her account is 'put in order'."

"Was Ted in a suit because they went to court today?" asked Grace.

"No, he had a job interview. Looked sharp though didn't he?" teased Bronwyn.

"Yes" smiled Grace. "But Ted's right, this shit is about to get real. I know my parents could help..."

"Ah, I'm sure they could but for this little thing called pride, Mum has too much of it for her own good sometimes." said Bronwyn. "She'd rather pray for a miracle. She's trying to contact the woman in Italy who sold her the gym but she's dropped off the face of the Earth."

"So she'd accept help from her then?" said Grace thoughtfully.

"Yes but they're old friends. Actually I have no doubt she would help if we could get in touch with her." said Bronwyn.

"You gave Mummy your mother's phone number didn't you?" asked Grace, smiling.

"Yes, I gave it to her when she asked for it the night we had dinner." replied Bronwyn "But I guess she's been so busy with this case she hasn't had a chance to call her yet."

"No doubt" said Grace "But I think we may need to accelerate the process. It's time for our mothers to meet. Let me tell you, Claire Frobisher does not take no for an answer. Especially from a friend in need. I almost feel sorry for those fuckers. Almost."

"Well, you know my theory about your mother." giggled Bronwyn. "She knew what she was doing when she hugged us, it's a tried and tested way of finding out if a girl has been in a catfight. And she has a certain glint in her eye. Just imagine your mum and my mum throwing down together, wouldn't that be hot?"

Grace certainly found the thought  arousing but all she said was "Bronny you have a vivid imagination that's all I know for sure!"

"Yeah, who do you think would win?" persisted Bronwyn.

"Well probably Madison since my mother has never been in a catfight before." said Grace, sticking her tongue out.

"Wouldn't it be hot if we watched them and then they watched us?" said Bronwyn mischievously, smiling as she watched Grace's expression change "You like it, don't you?"

"Kind of." admitted Grace with a smile of her own "But since it goes against your mother's house rules, it will never happen...that way."

"Nah, but they might get it on without us knowing." said Bronwyn wistfully.

At this point Grace was well past the point of no return "They might." she allowed before lunging at Bronwyn and kissing her.

As they wrestled in bed Bronwyn kept up a running commentary "This is what Madison would do to Claire." and Grace responded in kind "This is what Claire would do to Madison." Since they finished in a 69 it seems that the virtual Madison v Claire match must have ended in a draw.

"I suppose I should have a shower before I visit Ted." said Grace.

"That's another house rule. Here, wear these" said Bronwyn handing Grace a beautiful dark blue silk robe that showed plenty of thigh [and matched the dark green one Bronwyn was wearing] and a pair of the slides that Grace liked to wear around the house "They'll be here for you to use whenever you sleepover."

After a quick shower, Grace crept quietly down the stairs. Ted's door was open. "Hi!" she called brightly from the doorway." Ted, now in a tee shirt and shorts, was working on his computer. "Hi yourself!" he responded. setting his computer aside to stand and greet her with a kiss on her cheek, which she diverted to her lips. That was all it took for Ted to completely lose his shit, throw her on the bed and mount her.

She revelled in his chiselled from stone chest and arms.

When Ted had finished with her she lay there limp as a rag doll as he gently stroked her body.

Finally Grace managed to say "I've never slept with a man before." A puzzled looking Ted opened his mouth to reply and she quickly added "Only with boys."

Ted laughed "That's not what I've heard either!"

Grace looked at him sharply "You knew what I meant, don't be annoying or I'll hurt you."

"I like women who hurt me." said Ted.

"So I've heard but I'm here to save you from them. In future any woman who hurts you, I'll hurt them." said Grace.

"I thought that was Nic and Bron's department?" said Ted raising his eyebrows.

"It is but I've been admitted as a full partner. You see, we've formed a Ted Committee. We've decided that you and I are getting married, not for a while obviously, you may be 23 but I'm only 18 and I need to be free but when I'm ready you will be informed of the Church and the date. All you'll need to do is hire a suit and turn up." said Grace rolling on top of him.

"I see" he said bemused "Do I get a say in any of this?"

"It's three to one Darling, learn to lose gracefully." Grace said kissing him.

His hands ran down Grace's beautifully sculpted back and he groaned. "Anything else?" he asked sardonically.

"Yes Darling, you're going to go work in my parent's firm when you graduate." Grace said.

"No fucking way." said Ted and gasped as Grace expertly seized his ball sack and twisted it. He saw stars.

"Resistance is futile." said Grace releasing him "Besides which, what sort of husband wouldn't do such a small thing for his loving wife?"

"But we're not married yet!" protested Ted.

"Always with the fucking details, what is it with you? But you can buy me an engagement ring if it makes you feel better. We'll just have to keep it secret, the moment I break cover and tell my parents, more particularly, Mother, that I'm leaving the dark side and taking up with you the pressure will be on for me to produce an heir to the dynasty. But she might have to settle for Theodore de Rose the Second rather than James Frobisher The Fifth." said Grace, kissing him.

Ted chuckled and said "I decided the moment I first saw you that I was going to marry you!"

"Same!" said Grace kissing him again.

"You misunderstood me earlier." said Ted "I was just focused on getting through law school so I can practice, my grades won't be good enough for your parents firm and I won't ride in there on your coat tails." he said firmly.

Grace looked down into his eyes "I so love you!" she said tenderly "The girls have told me about finding you slumped over your books fast asleep. Who else in law school could have worked full time in a construction job to put themselves through? It's not just about grades Darling, believe me, I've listened to enough of my parents' conversations to know. They look for that something extra that makes the best lawyers and I KNOW you have that Darling. I'm not doing this just for you or for me, I'm also doing it for them, they need you Ted."

"Just what is it that you're 'doing', Grace?" asked a bemused Ted.

"Sorry Darling but managing the process of bringing your fine qualities to my parents attention is above your pay grade. It will require a level of finesse that only the women of the family are capable of, that's what I'll be 'doing'. said Grace "But first things first, I need you to email me all the documents to do with your mother's loans. I'm going to send them to mother."

Ted sighed "It would be better from her point of view if I send them direct as mum's power of attorney, then she'll effectively have instructions. But Mum will never accept her help pro bono and she can't afford to pay her, she's incredibly stubborn."

Grace smiled "Then it will be a case of the irresistible force meeting the immoveable object, which should be interesting to say the least." said Grace running her tongue over her upper lip as if savouring the prospect "But we'll leave that part to Mummy, she'll find a way, trust me."

Ted said "I've already drafted a letter but all we can do is drag them through a process and buy some time and based on the numbers, it won't be enough."

Grace's eye's glittered "Let's see what happens when they get something on letterhead."

"Sure I get that." said Ted.

"Not sure you do." said Grace and smiled at Ted's furrowed brow then added "What sort of work is Frobisher & Frobisher known for?"

"Class actions" said Ted "Oh fuck...they'll think..."

"Precisely" said Grace "They'll think they're about to get hit with one. They might even think Madison is the lead plaintiff."

Ted hooted with laughter "They'll run a mile! You're a freaking genius!"

"I also have other talents so just lie back and let me take care of you." she cooed.
 

After a brief shower in Ted's bathroom Grace padded up the stairs and knocked gently on Nicola's door. Nicola pulled her inside and started kissing her. Grace loved being in the grip of this strong girl and they were soon thrashing around on the bed together.

Afterwards, as they lay together a giggling Nicola asked "How did it go with Ted?"

"He took it like a lamb." responded a giggling Grace.

"And is it going to be OK about Mum?" Nicola asked anxiously.

"I promise you it will all be fine." said Grace.

"You're not the first, not the second or even the third girl to have all three of us as lovers" said Bronwyn when Grace returned to her "But you are the first to have us all on the same night!"

"Well I have to admit it certainly feels good." laughed Grace.

"So you sorted everything out with Ted?" asked Bronwyn.

"Yes, he was most agreeable." said Grace smiling.

"Told you! He was gone on you from the moment he saw you!" said Bronwyn.

"We've also worked out a strategy for Madison" said Grace and explained what she'd discussed with Ted.

"Will your mum help?" asked Bronwyn.

"Definitely, she'd help anybody in this situation." said Grace.

"I love you Grace" said Bronwyn fiercely, reaching for her.

"Oh you clever, clever girl." laughed Claire Frobisher over the phone when Grace had explained to her what she had in mind.

"What can I say, I am my mother's daughter!" laughed Grace.

"I'll have a lot of fun writing that letter! It will be quite different to the one that Ted drafted but I must say I'm most impressed with what he put together, given that he had no cards in his hand. Finishing law school this year did you say, has he applied to us?" Claire said.

"No, he's not applying to any of the private firms. He says his grades aren't good enough, doesn't want to waste anyone's time." said Grace holding her breath.

"Why is that?" asked Claire "He seems very able."

"Bingo!" thought Grace "Well he held down a full time job to put himself through law school and he used to fall asleep studying. He was burning the candle at both ends basically." said Grace.

"That's quite extraordinary. Haven't heard of anybody doing that for a while but... you're sure he studied full time not part time?" said Claire.

"Yes, he's only 23 and graduating." said Grace.

"What job did he do?" asked Claire curiously.

"Hard graft - construction." said Grace "With overtime when he could get it."

"That would have been tough. Law school is enough on its' own. I'll be most interested to meet this young man when we all get together." Claire said then after a pause she added "In the meantime you can leave Madison to me."

Claire was smiling, even though there was nobody there to see it.

With gym bag in hand Claire asked for Madison at the reception desk. Madison started when she laid eyes on Claire "You must be Grace's mother, Mrs Frobisher?"

"Claire, please." the woman said smiling and extending her hand.

"Madison." Madison replied in return, feeling a thrill as their hands met in a firm grip and their eyes locked.

"I was wondering if we could talk?" Claire said.

"Of course, just come through to my office." said Madison "Can I get you anything Claire? Coffee? Water?"

"Water would be lovely" said Claire.

When she was seated across from Madison with a bottle of cold water in front of her Claire said "I wanted to ask you, Madison, if it bothers you that our daughters had a catfight the other day?"

"Strong opening" thought Madison "She obviously knows, as Bronwyn suspected." Then she stared straight into Claire's eyes and said aloud "Not in the slightest, Claire. I think it's healthy for women to fight. I'm proud of both of them for having the guts to do it. Why do you ask, does it bother you?"

Claire smiled "Not in the slightest, Madison. I'm absolutely thrilled that Grace has started fighting and that she found such a beautiful opponent in Bronwyn...and that it has brought them together as lovers, as it often does."

Madison relaxed and smiled "That sounds like the voice of experience, Claire?"

"I think we might both be experienced, Madison." smiled Claire.

"Indeed!" said Madison "But tell me Clare, why did you come here today?" although she was pretty sure she already knew the answer.

"Because the idea of fighting the mother of the girl my daughter is fighting is really turning me on and I'm hoping you feel the same way." said Claire staring into her eyes.

"Oh indeed I do, Claire and even more so after seeing you in the flesh, so to speak, but how are we going to handle this with the girls? I hope you don't want them to watch or anything like that?" said Madison staring back and feeling her nipples get hard and her pussy wet at the thought of a catfight with this goddess.

"Oh no, not at all, in fact they can never know anything about it - you see I had to make a promise to my husband years ago. He's always loved watching me catfight, in fact I fought my former best friend over him before we got married but he was squeamish about the thought of his daughters catfighting. So, I promised never to tell them anything about my catfights or do anything to encourage them to go down the same path." said Claire, her breathing starting to get laboured.

Madison nodded "I understand Claire. I have some rules of my own. I'm very open with my kids but their friends are their friends and mine are mine. I would never tolerate one of my friends getting it on with one of my daughters and needless to say I would never fight or fuck one of my daughters friends."

"Oh absolutely Madison, surely nobody would do that?" said Claire horrified.

"You'd be surprised." sighed Madison "So do you want your husband to watch us go at it? I certainly don't have a problem with that."

"Oh, thank you Madison but no. He doesn't always get to watch and I feel that this is one of those times that I'd really like it to be more intimate, just the two of us. Also, with the girls being so close it might be potentially a bit ah...tricky to involve him." said Claire.

"I understand and I absolutely love the idea of an intimate fight with you, Claire." Madison said taking a deep breath. "So - ha ha - Mums the word - this stays strictly between the two of us. I agree that's best. So, how do you want to do this Claire?" said Madison crossing her legs under her desk and suppressing the urge to groan.

"Well, we're both women of business so we don't want our faces marked." said Claire, enjoying the wetness in her pussy as she talked calmly to this sexy woman about fighting her.

Madison laughed "I like the way you put that Claire 'women of business' I mean, you own a famous law firm and I manage a gym. I think we're going to be friends!"

"I think so too." smiled Claire "So standard rules, just slapping, hairpulling and holds above the shoulder but otherwise totally no holds barred?"

"My favourite" smiled Madison "So what's in your gym bag Claire? What do you want to fight in?"

Claire laughed and held up her bag "There's nothing in the bag because that's what I prefer to fight in, especially with a woman as hot as you, Madison."

"Right back at you babe, me too. And it's no doubt occurred to you that there might be a suitable room here?" Madison raised her eyebrows.

"Yes Darling, which brings us to the important matter of stakes. I like the loser to be totally humiliated and offer submission sex to the winner."

"You really are my kind of woman Claire." Madison stood up "Let's get it on."

Madison locked the door and they faced each other in a 30' square internal room with no windows and thick mats on the floor and up the walls to prevent injury.

"We use this room for all sorts of classes and I use it for my private matches." explained Madison.

"It's perfect. I know some women who would love to hire it from you for their private matches, including me." said Claire smiling.

"Just let me know." smiled Madison as they both began to undress. They did it slowly, sensuously and their eyes didn't leave each other.

"This is like unwrapping a Christmas present." said Claire as their eyes feasted on their luscious opponent.

What Claire saw was 43 year old Madison, 5'5" tall 145 pounds 36C 28 38, well built and toned with muscles rippling under her tanned olive skin with her beautiful face set off by her warm brown eyes and shoulder length brown hair which she shook out to be loose for the fight - and her unshaven pussy hair that Claire longed to pull and twist. Claire noted with approval her firm natural breasts and rock hard brown nipples. Also her strong, broad, sexy feet and red painted finger and toe nails.

What Madison saw was 50 year old Claire, 5'7" tall 143 pounds 36D 26 38, statuesque, commanding, sculpted and toned with her classically beautiful face, unlined pale white skin, blue eyes and shoulder length blond hair also shaken out for the fight and a neat unshaven pussy. Claires breasts were undoubtedly all her own, without enhancement, even if they seemed impossibly firm. Madison couldn't wait to bite Claire's hard pink nipples. Claire's feet were very elegant, being long and slender with pink painted nails. Madison particularly wanted to suck her long, sexy toes.

They were each looking at an older version of their opponent's daughter, which knowing their daughters had faced each other like this only recently, was really turning them on. Claire also wrongly believed that her daughter Grace had lost her catfight to Bronwyn and this only added to her determination to win. Madison of course knew that her daughter Bronwyn had lost and while this didn't bother her in the slightest, she felt she should even the score.

They looked at each other, admiring their opponent's beauty and physical perfection. They both thought the other was the most beautiful opponent they had ever faced. Their arousal was unbearable...

Madison spoke "Claire, I'm about to cum just looking at you, what's your policy on pre-match sex?"

A smiling Claire came to her and kissed her. It was long, deep and beautiful as their hands grasped each other strongly and they felt the thrill of their bodies coming together for the first time.

When they eventually broke this kiss Claire said quietly "I like a lot of sex before, during and after a match, so come at me!"

And Madison did. For over an hour. They worked through the full repertoire of lesbian sex like the virtuosos they both were, revelling in the beauty of each other's bodies and driving each other to heights they had never scaled before. When they finally rolled apart and rose to give battle they both knew this encounter would be something apart from all their previous catfights..

They approached each other cautiously, reflecting the respect they felt for their opponent, starting with tentative attacks to feel each other out. Their exchanges slowly increased in intensity, Madison scored first with a heavy breast punch that broke through Claire's defence and sent her reeling but as she attempted to follow up she got tagged with a punch to the gut that knocked the wind out of her. This set the pattern for further furious exchanges where flurries of punches were thrown, hits were exchanged but they were too evenly matched for either to follow up effectively and gain a decisive advantage. Both were strong on defence and counter punching. The punches were mixed up with slaps to the face, trying to turn the head to set up a kick or a knee to the pussy. Kicks landed on shins, knees and thighs but none of the many knees thrown found their target, the pussy, in the last resort being deliberately taken on the thighs by turning.

After 10 minutes of intense albeit indecisive combat however the cumulative damage was considerable and was starting to tell on both women, who were slowing and breathing hard. Claire started to use her height and reach advantage to score with her powerful right hook - particularly one to Madison's ribs under her armpit that Claire felt go home, and which clearly caused Madison distress.

At the 15 minute mark, both of them were really slowing down, although Claire seemed to have found the range and was now consistently outscoring Madison with telling punches to the body and kicks to Madison's legs. Madison started to look for opportunities to take Claire to the mats and succeeded in one melee by falling back as she defended then diving forward at Claire's feet and taking her legs out from under her. Madison managed to control Claire's legs and stop her from kicking her chest or scissoring her waist while scrambling forward to mount her but getting her breasts raked by Claire's nails in the process. Claire then gripped  Madison's breasts with her claws and crushed them, getting the satisfaction of a whimper out of Madison even as she sank her claws into Claire's breasts and crushed them. Both their faces contorted with agony and exertion as they both poured the effort into crushing each other's breasts. Sobs were stifled as both grimly continued this contest within a contest, Claire making no effort to buck Madison off, choosing to put all her strength into the breast maul instead. 

After they had been struggling like this for about 5 minutes, Claire savagely raked her embedded nails down Madison's breasts eliciting the first scream of the match, before reaching up to grab Madison's hair in both hands and jerking her head from side to side. Madison raked her nails down Claires breasts in retaliation but it didn't seem to be as effective as Claires attack. Claire pulled Madison down on top of her by the hair and Madison grabbed Claire's hair with both hands in return, which allowed her to counter the leverage that Claire was using to jerk Madison's head painfully from side to side. Claire succeeded in scissoring one of Madison's legs with her own, which seemed to entrench a bit of a stalemate as it denied Claire the leverage she needed to buck Madison off. Claire however seemed quite content fighting with her back on the mats and Madison on top of her. Certainly it was easier for her to violently jerk Madison's head from side to side by the hair than it was for Madison with Claires head resting on the mats. It also seemed that both of them were enjoying being locked into this breast to breast duel.

Madison made a lightning move for Claire's breasts with both hands which caused her to cry out but it also caused the unbundling of their stalemated position with Claire releasing Madison's trapped leg and throwing herself sideways. She didn't get far enough to roll Madison off but she gained enough separation to grip Madison's pussy hard with one of her claws. Madison's scream was earth shattering but rather than surrender she responded immediately by gripping Claire's wrist  and driving her thumbnail into the soft underside, forcing Claire to release her death grip on her pussy.

Claire still had one hand in Madison's hair and made another attempt to roll Madison over as Madison went to dig her free hand into her breast. This attempt resulted in Madison's torso rearing up and Claire thrust her head up and her teeth closed around Madison's nipple. Madison screamed but tried to respond: under standard rules you were allowed to use your thumbs to pull opponent's mouth apart to break this hold but Claire intercepted both her hands with her own, leaving Madison with no alternative, after screaming for a few more agonising seconds, than to scream "Surrender!"

Claire immediately released the nipple bite and Madison's hands and she rolled onto her back and lay there sobbing heavily.

Claire rolled over onto her side and moulded her body into Madison's, gently rubbing her stomach and cooing to her as her sobs slowly subsided.

"Are you ok Darling" Claire asked solicitously.

"I feel fantastic!" said Madison hollowly "I think you're the best I've ever fought. Fuck, you just went through me like I wasn't there!"

"I beg to differ Darling, you were most definitely there for the 30 minutes we were fighting and I certainly didn't feel like I was going through you, in fact you were like a brick wall! It takes two to make a great catfight and fuck, that was next level!" said Claire, rolling over to kiss her. Claire's hand strayed to Madison's pussy and they made love slowly and gently but with unbelievable intensity.

When they were spent, Claire stroked Madison's hair and said "I love the contrast between the violence of the fight and the gentleness of the lovemaking afterwards." said Claire.

"Me too. Just give me a minute and I'll suck your toes or whatever you want." said Madison.

Clare kissed her tenderly "Let's do that another time Darling, we're both exhausted. I'd rather just lie here quietly for a while and talk to you."

Madison said "Would you like me to tell you what I know about Grace's fight with Bronwyn?"

"Rather!" Claire responded enthusiastically.

"Well, it was Grace's first fight and Bronwyn's...oh I don't know, I've lost count she's had so many...but to Bronwyn's astonishment and delight, Grace managed to beat her!" said Madison.

"What?" said Claire "I just assumed that Bronwyn would have beaten Grace in her first fight, your gorgeous daughter certainly carries herself like a girl who has won a lot of catfights!"

"She has!" said Madison with an understandable note of pride "but here's where it gets really interesting, Bronwyn thinks Grace is just a natural with enormous potential and having just had my arse kicked by you I can see where she gets it from."

"Not just from me" said Claire thoughtfully "From my mother as well, she was a ferocious catfighter in her day. For all I know, the crazy old bitch still is!" she laughed.

"It's in the blood" said Madison.

"You might think so but my other two daughters are total wimps. Massive disappointments to me. But I always had hopes for Grace, she's the most like me." said Claire.

"Well chew on this" said Madison "From what Bronwyn told me about the detail of their fight and what I just experienced from you, Grace even fights like you. Yet you've never discharged your solemn duty as a mother to teach her."   

"You have no idea how much I have regretted making that promise to James over the years. Can you imagine how hard it was for me to see my two older girls going bad like that, no interest in catfighting whatsoever? Maybe I could have helped them." said Claire bitterly.

Madison smiled "For a woman like you it must have been agony but at least you now have Grace to take pride in! Oh and by the way, an item of late news: Bronwyn has since fought Grace's former best friend Sarah over her and won!" said Madison.

"Good!" laughed Claire "I hope she kicked the living shit out of her."

"She did apparently, in front of a small crowd." said Madison.

"It's not the kid's fault to be fair, it's her toxic parents. Total fuckwits who think their money entitles them to be arseholes to people they consider their social inferiors. I was so angry I was going to fuck up the mother once but didn't she back down in a hurry." said Claire.

"Well you'll be pleased to hear that Sarah pissed both the girls off by picking on this poor girl who lives in a trailer park. Grace is fighting Sarah next and Bronwyn thinks she'll wipe the floor with her." said Madison.

"You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that." sighed Claire "Well I know who else is coming to dinner - and who isn't - when you come over. Speaking of which,  we've been in here for ages and I'm famished. I have a room booked in a hotel with a spa bath for post catfight recovery but it's always better with company, what say you join me and we get room service and fuck all night?"

Madison laughed "I'd love to Claire, I'd really love to." she sighed.

So that's exactly what they did. They drank far too much champagne in the spa bath, ordered hamburgers from room service and had post catfight sex in the huge hotel bed with its crisp white sheets. Unusually for both of them they didn't set their alarms and woke up mid morning in each other's arms. Rather than rushing off they made love in a leisurely fashion and then ordered breakfast.

Claire said casually "Grace mentioned a legal problem you're having with some arseholes. Will you let me help you Darling?"

Madison looked at her shrewdly. Obviously what had happened between them was primarily due to deep desire. Madison wanted Claire in her life as her friend and lover. Friends do things for each other. She had tasted the raw power in this incredible woman and she desperately wanted to be close to her."

"Thank you" Madison said "but I insist on paying you."

"I think it will only take one letter, it would cost me more to put you on the billing system than I'll be able to charge you" said Claire placing a document in front of Madison, who looked at her dubiously but signed where indicated.

A few days later Madison received an email apologising for the mistake that had been made due to a systems error.

Claire answered her phone.

"I need to fuck you again." said Madison "I have a room booked at the hotel for tonight, can you make it?"

"Um...yes!" said Claire smiling.

"By the way, I got a letter today, they folded like you thought they would." said Madison.

This time they savoured the lovemaking more slowly.

They talked about their catfights and their opponents. Claire opened up like she never had with anyone else, not even her husband James III.

"My first was my best friend Marion. She wanted to give her boyfriend James a threesome. We started to have regular threesomes. Then Marion and I started wrestling each other in our threesomes for a bit of added titillation. Finally we had a catfight in front of him. She won, I lost but we both loved it. We fought each other every time we got with him and we were so evenly matched, the score was 6 all. Then she got paranoid and demanded I walk away so she could be exclusive with James again. I got angry and refused, I was in love with James by then." Claire took a deep breath.

"So without telling him, we agreed to fight over him. Fight to a finish. No rules. Once and for all, no rematches. Loser to fuck off and never be heard from again." said Claire. "Once we agreed to that it was like flicking a light switch, everything changed. We hated each other."

"So we fought. Just the two of us there, which was probably a mistake given how bitter we were. We were just 19 and we fought for over half an hour. She was beating me for most of that time. But, given what was at stake, I wouldn't give up. She kept calling on me to surrender and was getting more and more frustrated. She was on top and I was getting the worst of it but then I bucked and got my fingers inside her pussy. My nails dug into her clit as I bearhugged her with my other hand. She screamed and sobbed and finally whimpered "Surrender". said Claire.

"At first I comforted her but then I felt this overwhelming urge to humiliate her as she lay there sobbing. I wiped my foot all over her face and made her worship it, then I sat on her face and let myself go." said Claire.

"As the winner, I had the job of telling James. He was turned on but annoyed about how we'd settled things. He said we could have just asked him to choose and he would have chosen me." said Claire. "Anyway, that's how I won my husband in a catfight."

"But you see Madison, the real point of the story is that I haven't felt as close to any women as Marion ever since. Until I met you." said Claire. "I think that's partly because our daughters are fighting but mostly about us."

Grace stared at the ceiling. She had a decision to make. Bronwyn and Sarah were out of action but she was ready for another catfight now. No, she was in desperate need of another catfight now. Bronwyn had told her to spread her wings and go off on her own and get it on with whoever she fancied. So many girls at school were up  for it - their faces flashed through her mind. But she was kidding herself. She knew who she wanted the most, who made her pulse race. The most dangerous and threatening. Forbidden fruit. Cindy. Grace wanted to submit to her. To be humiliated by her. Totally dominated. She knew from David what Cindy's proclivities were. The BDSM stuff that other girls found 'weird' was making her wet. She couldn't get Cindy's model face and tall, elegant body out of her thoughts. She swallowed hard and pressed the number on her phone.

"Hi" Cindy answered brightly "What took you so long?"

Grace laughed "You knew I was going to call you, didn't you?"

"Yes. I've had a feeling about you for some time. So, you want to get it on?" asked Cindy.

"Desperately." answered Grace, almost surprising herself with her vehemence.

"Ooh la la! So, how do you want it?" said Cindy.

"Private, just the two of us, naked, standard rules, unlimited submission." Grace said, her breath catching at the end.

There was a pause "Oh, you have got it bad haven't you my kinky strumpet?"

Grace faced Cindy on the grass. The sight of Cindy completely naked was simply awe inspiring, at 5'9" and 126 pounds her body was absolutely perfect, to match her model face. Her graceful form actually made Grace, at 5'7" and 133 pounds, feel a little dumpy by comparison, although she was normally very proud of her perfectly sculpted and toned body, and justly so.

The problem was Grace felt cowed by Cindy's haute manner, she felt her dominance and she wanted to give in to it. Grace shook herself: she had to at least put up a good fight or Cindy would think she was pathetic...and the catfight would be over too quickly.

Cindy swayed in confidently and an idea popped into Grace's head. She dived low, tackling Cindy at the knees and dumping her on her back, causing Cindy to cry out, at least half in surprise. Grace surged forward and drove her knuckles into Cindy's pussy. Cindy was reaching for Grace's hair and her legs were raised preparatory to scissoring her waist but they fell back listlessly as Cindy howled and Grace followed up by sliding forward and straddling the prostrate Cindy, punching down and flattening her left breast and then her right before Cindy could get her hands in Grace's hair, yanking down savagely.

Grace dug her nails hard into Cindy's perfect 36B breasts as Cindy yanked her hair sideways and bucked hard with her hips to roll Grace off, rolling over smoothly herself to straddle her. Grace noted the pleasant sensation of Cindy's wet pussy and thighs on her stomach even as she gritted her teeth and crushed Cindy's tits with her nails dug in hard. Cindy cried out even as, grim faced, she dug her nails into Grace's tits. 'This wasn't the way it was supposed to be' thought Cindy even as Grace ripped her nails downward causing Cindy to scream. Grace grabbed Cindy's hair with her left and pulled down as she drove a knife punch with her right into the underside of Cindy's wounded left breast then bucking and rolling her off easily.

Too easily.

As they rolled onto their sides, out of the tangle of arms and legs like lightning streaked Cindy's left hand in a strike to Grace's pussy. The initial impact caused Grace to scream and fall onto her back. Then Cindy's nails probed inside and her scream intensified for a moment until it morphed into a cry of "SURRENDER" that could easily have woken the dead in the nearby graveyard. Mercifully Cindy removed her hand immediately but the intense pain remained as Grace rolled over onto her side, drawing her legs up to her chest and sobbing heavily.

Cindy moved in behind Grace and wrapped her arms around her as convulsions continued to wrack her beautiful body. It took a long time for them to subside.

Damn!!!!!!!!!!!!

Grace's sobs slowly subsided as Cindy held and gently caressed her "Are you alright babe?" she asked finally.

Grace straightened her legs and rolled over to face Cindy "More than alright" she gasped as their bodies pressed together "I feel...fantastic...like I've been reborn. You've broken me down to nothing and totally made me your bitch...and... I love it!" she shuddered.

They kissed with untrammelled desire, their hands running over each other, pulling them closer. Cindy slipped one of her long elegant fingers gently into Grace's sopping wet pussy and she emitted a primal groan and rolled onto her back. Cindy rolled on top and Grace pulled her forward onto her face and thrust her mouth and tongue hard upward while holding Cindy's thighs firmly. Cindy started whimpering as her orgasm approached, holding on for as long as she could as Grace redoubled her efforts until Cindy finally came in a massive explosion. At that moment Grace released Cindy's thighs so that her cum squirted all over her face. Cindy toppled off sideways and lay on her back gulping in air but Grace followed her and, lifting and spreading her long legs, again buried her mouth deep in her pussy. Cindy started to make mewing noises and came again but Grace didn't stop and Cindy came twice more in quick succession before she cried out "No more, please!" and Grace finally relented.

Again they lay together as they recovered until Cindy finally spoke "That's the second time you've surprised me today, the first time was when you nearly won the fight."

"Really?" laughed Grace.

"Yes really - if you'd kept going on my pussy you would have had me. One of the many great things about nude catfights is that the pussy is completely unprotected. So when opportunity knocks..." smiled Cindy.

"I'll try to remember that!" said Grace smiling ruefully "Now, what would you like me to do for you next, Mistress?"

Cindy lay back "Mmhhm...I really feel like foot worship, thank you Slave."

Grace really loved Cindy's slender feet all over her face and the way Cindy made her cum with her small fist buried in her pussy.

"I've wanted this with you for so long, wanted you to slut me out for so long." sighed Grace as they lay together "Has anybody ever done that to you?"

Cindy laughed "On the modelling circuit? Heaps!" she paused and then continued "But Alexandra was special. She's 19, an incredibly beautiful blonde Russian girl,  5' 9.5" about 120 pounds and what a body! Slim with a tiny waist and - I swear - you can see her abs! Deceptively strong and very fast. But it's the eyes...and the pout, that really got me. She's an enigma though." she added wistfully "There's something behind those eyes..." 

Cindy smiled and shook her head "She just bowled up to me at a shoot one day, observed we were about the same size [which was very kind of her!] and said she'd bet she could beat me in a wrestle! Needless to say, we ended up having a catfight. Honestly, she could have ended it a dozen times but she wanted to keep it going. I didn't want it to end either - the things she did to me with those long legs. She kept telling me to 'fight back' and I did. I crushed her exquisite breasts and she just closed her eyes like she was in heaven and said 'Harder'." And she was like a firestorm when she fucked me, rolled right over the top of me and left me limp like a rag doll."

Grace licked her lips and swallowed "I hope I'll get to meet her one day." she said hollowly.

"You will Darling. As her slave it is my duty to bring girls like you to her, as it is your duty to bring them to me." smiled Cindy.

"Yes Mistress." said Grace submissively "How about Sarah? I'll be fighting her next."

Cindy smiled "Mhhm. Lovely! She'll do for a start!" she stroked Grace's hair and giggled "You know, I couldn't believe you beat Bronwyn in your first catfight. Now I can understand how it happened. You really are very good you know, considering you've had no experience. I think you will go far."

Grace shuddered "But, deep down, losing turns me on more than winning. Am I..."

"But you still get off on winning?" interjected Cindy.

"Yes" said Grace heavily, her pussy growing wet.

"I'm the same and so are a good many others. But babe think about it, the sort of catfighting we do is a fetish. it's only going to work as a fetish if both sides get something out of it - if the winners AND the losers both get off. In BDSM there are dominants and submissives AND switches who can go either way. Actually I think most, if not all, people are switches and have an element of both. The proof of that is that I have seen the most dominant girls get hopelessly turned on when they lose a catfight. Secretly they crave someone doing that to them but they'll never admit it, even to themselves, until it actually happens. Then they'll be masturbating over it for the rest of their lives. You may be much more dominant than you realise. Craving submission can actually be a sign of extremely dominant people, I think you are just being honest."

Grace, getting more and more turned on as she processed this, slid her thigh between Cindy's "So I guess it's possible to feel submissive towards some girls and dominant towards others?"

"Go to the top of the top of the class Grace Frobisher!" said Cindy.

"Like, since I've known you, I've always secretly wanted you to dominate me." said Grace, dry mouthed.

"I know." smiled Cindy "Just as Alexandra knew that the first time I stared into her eyes."

Their lips met and their bodies melded together once again.

Afterwards they lay together on the grass kissing and talking. Cindy took out her phone and showed Grace some pictures of Alexandra. Grace groaned and shuddered with pleasure "Oh, so beautiful, I want her, I want this with her." 

Cindy snapped some pictures of Grace and sent them to Alexandra with a text saying "My gift to you my Mistress" and she responded with one word: "Delectable!"

Cindy sighed "Maybe the next time she's in town the three of us can get together."