Schoolgirl Catfight by Max Doubt (maxdoubt@hotmail.com) A young teen gets bested and bare breasted [While my other tales posted here are obviously fantasy, this one is a recollection of a real fight that I actually saw when I was a student in Southern California. I have tried to keep it as close to the facts as I remember them. Of course, my memory may have “improved” things a bit, especially the dialogue, which I could hardly remember word for word. But basically it is a true account, which means it is shorter and certainly less erotic than my imagination would have wished it to be. At least it explains why I’ve been fascinated by strip fights ever since. And yes, she really was stripped!] Catfights in real life are compartively rare. However, I have been fortunate enough actually to witness several such spats. Only one was fought to the finish. It was the first I ever saw, and it will always be the most memorable. Read on and you will see why. It happened on a warm spring day at my junior high school in the San Fernando Valley. The opponents were two of my classmates in the 8th grade. I was just a few months past 13 at the time, while the participants must have been scarcely a year older. Nevertheless, the erotic nature of the contest made it something that no one who saw it can ever forget. Neither, I am sure, has the unfortunate loser. The combatants were both Chicanas (Mexican-Americans) who studied with me in my mathematics class. Everyone knew there was animosity between them, since they were always badmouthing each other. But no one really expected it to explode into violence the way it did. Maybe the hot weather had something to do it, but the blow up ultimately was over boys. For even though both the girls were scarcely past puberty, one of them openly bragged about her sexual escapades. That was Lupe – plump, plain, and perhaps 14 and a half. Girls generally do mature earlier than boys, but we all felt that starting your sex life at that age was rushing things a bit. In fact, most of us in the 8th grade had never even been on a date yet, let alone had our hands on member of the opposite sex -- except in our fantasies, of course. But Lupe was … well, read on and see for yourself. Now Lupe may not have been much to look at, but she seemed popular enough with the Hispanic boys, including some older fellows from the nearby high school. I suppose if you were a randy teenager who’d just found out what a stiff dick was for, you were happy enough to poke it into any warm hole you could get. And for Lupe, free sex was probably the only way she had to attract boys. Lupe loved being the center of attention at school and was always entertaining us with graphic stories of her sex life, using vulgar four-letter words to do so. Gloria, on the other hand, was somewhat shy and definitely much prettier, which probably explains why Lupe hated her. Gloria was a quiet little thing, though I knew her slightly because she sat near me in class. I was still years away from my own first sexual encounter, but I doubt if I would have wanted Lupe even if she had thrown herself at me. Gloria would have been another matter, though she’d hardly shown any serious interest in boys yet. Gloria was slender and just turned 14, with a nicely developing figure, dark shoulder-length hair, and big brown eyes. Although her family was poor, Gloria was always neatly dressed and looked every inch a lady. And despite Lupe’s openly announced sexual availability, most of the boys still paid more attention to cute Gloria. That must have really turned Lupe green with envy. The battle of words finally flared into blows one day during the lunch hour. Our school had a fairly large campus, and the teachers seldom bothered to supervise us at lunch time. Usually they were off by themselves gossiping in the faculty lounge, since fights of any kind were fairly rare. Of course, this guaranteed that no one would be around to stop the contest once it began, which seemed to suit Lupe just fine. Lupe started the fracas, naturally enough. Apparently she decided that one of the boys she liked was paying too much attention to Gloria. She walked up and began calling Gloria every filthy name she could think of, both in English and Spanish. Gloria put up with it for a few minutes, and the rest of us gathered around to see what would happen. When I think back about it, I suppose it was our presence that pushed Gloria into action. Sensing that her pride was at stake, she foolishly decided to settle the matter physically. “You’re nothing but a fat loud mouthed whore,” she finally yelled at Lupe, which was as good as challenging her to fight. Although Gloria had a slight edge in height, Lupe easily had the advantage in weight and promptly waded in swinging both fists. Almost all of us wanted cute little Gloria to win, but realistically she didn't stand a chance. Maybe Gloria thought somebody would stop the fight quickly, but nobody made a move to interfere. Lupe pounded Gloria repeatedly with her fists, targeting principally her pretty face. Gloria tried to fight back, scratching Lupe’s cheek and managing to grab her by the hair. But Lupe just moved in closer and began slamming punches into Gloria’s stomach, mixing in a few vicious uppercuts into her shapely breasts. Lupe’s fists seemed to sink out of sight into the soft boob flesh as they hammered it upwards, something we boys naturally found very erotic and wished to see repeated even more. Gloria winced in pain each time one of those brutal milkshakers hit home, probably bruising her breasts badly. Clearly, this was not the first time Lupe had fought anyone and the outcome was never in doubt. Gloria, on the other hand, simply hadn’t a clue about what to do. She pushed and slapped and tried to yank on Lupe’s hair. The best she could manage was to grab Lupe’s blouse at the neckline, pulling it open and spilling one of Lupe’s fat floppy boobs out of her bra. All that did was make Lupe even angrier. Lupe ignored her half-exposed state and pounded her opponent unmercifully. She began taunting her as well. “You wanna show the guys tits?” she mocked. “Then we gonna show ’em some tits!” She kept pummeling Gloria as she spoke. “You guys wanna see her tits? Hell, you gonna see more than that!” By now she had driven Gloria back up against a wall. She punched her in the stomach several more times and then kicked her in the crotch, making Gloria wince. At last, Lupe moved in to grapple. Gloria was already beaten and barely even resisted. Lupe knew she had won, but she was in no mood to grant any mercy. Lupe grabbed Gloria’s blouse and yanked it off right over her head. Then she unhooked Gloria’s lacy white bra (how well I remember that) and ripped it right off, leaving her opponent naked from the waist up. Gloria desperately tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but Lupe was having none of that. She punched Gloria hard in the face and hollered, “Get your hands off them tits! I want everybody to see them.” She hit Gloria in the side of the head, finally causing the prettier girl to concede. “You win,” Gloria sobbed, as she lowered her hands in defeat. “Don’t hurt me anymore.” “ Get those hands behind your back!” Lupe ordered. “Now stick out those tits!” Gloria reluctantly did as she was told and thrust her snow white chest ornaments forward, their nipples rock hard with embarassed arousal. Gloria stood there crying, mortified at being exposed this way before her classmates. Even battered, she looked lovely, displaying an absolutely adorable pair of shapely though still developing breasts. We were surprised to see they were bigger than we’d expected, since Gloria, like many shy girls, apparently wore her bras too small to avoid attracting attention. The undersides of her breasts looked red from Lupe’s punches, but her nipples were large and light brown, and certainly much more attractive than the dark chocolate mushroom on Lupe’s still exposed floppy boob. Gloria's nipples were the type I later learned are called puffies -- still my favorites even today. I can safely say that I wasn’t the only boy there with a throbbing hard-on just from the sight of Gloria’s exposed anatomy. But we were suddenly snapped out of our reverie by Lupe’s harsh voice. “Who you callin’ a whore now?” Lupe demanded of her vanquished rival. She grabbed one of those bare breasts and squeezed it hard. Lupe grimmaced, but said nothing. “How’d you like me to pound these big tits flat for you, you damn bitch?” Lupe said, kneading Gloria's breasts like modeling clay. She was clearly jealous of how much better Gloria's chest looked than hers and was trying to hurt those white globes as much as possible, digging her fingers into the soft flesh hard enough to cause more bruises. Much as we sympathized with Gloria, we were all enjoying the unexpected skin show too much even to think of interfering. Besides, Lupe looked mean enough to beat up almost any one of us. I wouldn’t be surprised if she rode with a biker gang when she got older. She certainly seemed the type. Lupe pinched Gloria's nipples hard enough to bring tears to their owner's eyes. She then stepped behind Gloria and began bouncing those pretty boobs up and down with her hands to embarrass to the poor girl in front of us, laughing as she did so. By now most of the boys were probably close to cumming in their pants from the sight of those gently jiggling breasts, the first tits most of us had ever seen. But Lupe suddenly announced she was going to strip Gloria naked for us, intending to complete her humiliation. “We gonna see us some pussy,” she said matter of factly, and reached for the zipper of Gloria’s skirt. She jerked it open, causing the skirt to tumble around Gloria’s ankles. “Step out of it,” she ordered, and Gloria meekly complied. Now only a pair of white cotton panties concealed the pretty teen’s most private parts from our view, and we waited breathlessly for the promised unveiling. The soft fabric of her panties molded itself to her body, forming a tantalizing groove down the middle that subtly suggested what was about to come. Lupe was enjoying her domination and deliberately delayed the disrobing to prolong Gloria’s embarrassment. Poor Gloria bit her lip bravely and shut her eyes, nervously awaiting the final indignity. Unable to stand the suspense, several of the aroused onlookers implored Lupe to get on with it. “Pull ’em down, Lupe,” said one boy. “Stop wasting time.” “For God’s sake, do it!” begged another anxiously. "Show us her cunt!" pleaded a third. Even one of the Hispanic girls chimed in. “Strip her naked, Lupe,” insisted the Chicana. “Then make her spread her legs and show us everything she's got.” Lupe just grinned in triumph and kept toying with Gloria's naked breasts, since she could see how much it was turning the guys on. But Lupe dawdled just a little too long. Before she had got around to depriving Gloria of her last scrap of clothing, we spotted several teachers running towards us. Apparently, one of Gloria’s friends had gone for help, and two or three male teachers were coming belatedly to the rescue. Most of the onlookers fled at once, not that they had anything to fear from the teachers. But those of us who stayed were amply rewarded. Lupe had just enough time to yank Gloria’s knickers down to her ankles, giving us an all too brief glimpse of that most fascinating portion of a woman’s wonderful anatomy. Then the teachers arrived, and one of them quickly draped his jacket around the naked little teenager. With the show ended, the rest of the us scattered, leaving the battered and saddened Gloria standing alone with the teachers. I didn’t really know her very well, but I felt more than a little sorry for her. After all, she’d never bothered us and seemed like a nice enough person. On the other hand, I can still remember how lovely her young breasts looked, and I’ve often wished that Lupe had revealed Gloria’s most private parts to us much sooner, before the teachers arrived to end the display. Gloria’s own embarrassment right then could hardly have been any more than it was, and just then all of us boys would have given everything we owned for a good long gawk at that pretty, hairless love nest. The whole affair, from start to bare skin finish, lasted probably less than fifteen minutes. But it certainly must have seemed like the longest fifteen minutes of her life to poor Gloria. Unfortunately, our school’s inflexible policy was that anyone involved in a fight would suffer suspension, no matter who had started it. This struck me as eminently unfair, but both the victim and victimizer were suspended for two weeks. By then the school year almost ended, and that fall I went off to a different high school than the two girls. Lupe I’ve never missed. But I’ve often wondered what became of cute little Gloria. I just hope she had sense enough never to get herself into another fight again. When I was in high school, there was similar scrap between two girls, one Hispanic and one non-Hispanic (an “Anglo”). Unfortunately, I didn’t actually see this one. But I was told that the Chicana winner bared the loser’s breasts after that fight too. She unbuttoned the Anglo girl’s blouse and pulled her bra up over her boobs. She then held the loser’s arms behind her back and paraded her back and forth before the watching crowd of mostly boys. This makes me wonder if humiliating an opponent by stripping her isn’t some sort of a Latina thing. If it is, it certainly raises the stakes in a fight and adds to the excitement for the spectators. It should also should make a girl think twice before getting into a fight with a Latina, no matter what the provocation. That is, unless she’s prepared to show off her body, or is absolutely certain she can win!