Wildcats of the West, Episode #4: Barn / Hayloft

By Gark

Setting: Late morning at a small, nearly deserted ranch a day and half’s ride west of Dodge City.

Cast of Characters:

- Polly Perkins - 5'4", 135 lb., 22 yrs, very large breasts with large, bright pink nipples, medium waist and large rump. She has strong, relatively short arms. Her yellow-blond hair is shoulder-length and straight.

- Melissa Moon - 5'7", 135 lb., 26 yrs, shapely medium breasts with smallish, dark, cherry-red nipples, thin waist and medium rump. Her arms are average in strength and her long legs are very strong. She has wavy, auburn red hair with long frocks more than halfway to her waist.

- Rebecca Ramson - 5'8", 132 lb., 27 yrs, perky, smallish, pointy breasts with pink nipples, medium waist and smallish rump. Her straw-blond hair seems to blend well with the ranch where she lives. Her arms and legs are strong from a hard life on the ranch.

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Mel’s horse has gone somewhat lame and needs a few hours rest. She has taken respite at the ranch of childhood friend, Rebecca Ramson. Mel is disturbed to learn that Becky’s husband has deserted her and left Becky to tend the ranch on her own. Mel tells Becky that she’s better off without the no good lackey, anyway. They talk and catch up on things for several hours. As it turns out, Becky has started proceedings to sell the ranch and will probably move back home to St. Louis after the sale.

Mel explains to Becky her ‘little’ problem regarding Polly and their catfighting. Becky has never heard of such a thing, let alone seen it, among grown women. And this coming from her childhood friend, though she and Mel had tussled often as children! But oddly, Becky finds herself very interested in viewing the expected catfight event. Mel figures Polly will show up fairly soon.

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“Mind if I have a look at the barn,” asked Mel.

“Sure, but what for? It ain’t nothin’ special,” Becky replied.

“Any hay in there? You know… maybe a soft, cozy spot for a catfight?”

“So, you’re really meant all you told me. I though maybe you were joshin’ me. I ain’t never seen a catfight, ya know.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything, Becky.”

“I think I know what you’re after,” said Becky. “You’re in luck, come on,” she said, walking towards the barn.

Becky showed Mel around the barn extensively, helping Mel move some bales of hay around in the loft. As the two women prepared to return to the ranch house, they saw the dust of an approaching rider not far off. “Looks like we’re just in time,” said Becky.

“Yeah, nick of time. You wanna wait outside here and greet Polly for me so I can get ready?” asked Mel, turning back towards the barn.

“Sure,” replied Becky. “I want to meet this Polly Perkins nemesis of yours.”

“Just send her in when you’re done gettin’ acquainted,” instructed Mel.

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The solitary rider trudged along, following the day old trail of her quarry. Polly Perkins still followed the trail of Melissa Moon, the confidence woman who had stolen money from her fool of a husband. How could the man have been so stupid?

Still, a part of Polly could understand the attraction of Melissa Moon – mysterious, beautiful, curvaceous and exciting! ‘But how could this be?’ she wondered as the horse plodded along towards the deserted looking ranch house ahead. Was she going soft on her quest? What was it about Mel that excited her so? Their fights had been so humiliating, what with Mel tying Polly up after winning each time. But then she spotted Mel’s horse tied near the barn, and all such thoughts were set-aside as she urged her horse to a trot. Polly spotted a lone woman waiting near the barn, but it wasn’t Mel. As she got closer, the woman spoke to her in a friendly manner.

“You must be Polly Perkins,” she said.

“Um hmm. But you have me at a disadvantage, seein’ how I don’t know you.”

 “The name’s Rebecca Ramson, but you can call me Becky. Tie your horse up over there, next to Mel’s,” she motioned towards the hitching post.

“Pleased to meet you Becky,” replied Polly, tying off her horse and extending a hand.

The two women shook hands. Becky was surprised by Polly’s hand strength, but wouldn’t be cowed. Pointing to Mel’s horse, Polly asked, “So, how’d you come to be mixed up with the likes of Melissa Moon?”

“It wasn’t that hard. As kids, we were neighbors in St. Louis. We went to school together, played together and were best friends,” answered Becky.

“Where is Mel, anyway?” asked Polly.

“She’s inside the barn, waiting for you, gettin’ ready to catfight,” she replied.

“What’s your part in all of this?” Polly asked Becky pointedly.

“Me? Merely an interested bystander,” she replied innocently.

“No interference on your part?”

“Absolutely not,” responded Becky. “No way would I spoil your fun!”

Polly gave Becky a funny look, not quite sure of her meaning. This was a fight, wasn’t it? Or, was it something else? Fun? Polly shrugged off her uncertainty and went inside.

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Polly entered the barn through the main double doors, carrying a rope in her left hand. It was the same rope as always, used by Mel to tie up Polly near the stream where they last fought. The barefoot Mel was waiting within, naked above the waist with her long, auburn red hair tied back in a single ponytail. Mel’s loose fitting jeans were cut off at least midway up her thighs. Polly was entranced at the sight of Mel’s shapely, well-toned thighs and legs, as well as her beautiful curvaceous breasts with dark cherry-red nipples.

Polly tossed the rope aside and quickly shed her blouse, exposing her large breasts with bright pink nipples. Then she kicked off her boots, took several red bows from her jeans pocket and tied back her shoulder-length yellow-blond hair into dual ponytails. At a signal from Mel, Becky stepped forward with a pair of sewing shears, motioning towards Polly’s jeans. Polly understood immediately, and with Becky’s help, set to shortening her jeans to match those of her curvaceous opponent.

Mel stared at Polly the whole while, watching Polly disrobe and then modify her jeans. As always, she was mesmerized at the sight of Polly’s mammoth orbs. But once the leggings had been sheared free, Mel began to stare at Polly’s large, very sturdy thighs and legs, her senses reeling at the thought of them wrapped about her waist.

Polly turned slowly around, taking in the surroundings before starting to catfight. The barn was used for horses, though none were present. There were four stalls along each side wall and a hayloft at the far end. Above, there was a three-sided loft for storage. As far as Polly could tell, there were few dozen bales of hay up there. A single ladder provided access to the loft.

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As she quietly slipped around behind them, Becky gasped softly at the sight of the two half-naked women, who were obviously entranced at the sight of each other. Becky had no trouble making her way up the ladder to the loft. ‘Just what am I gettin’ myself into, watching these two half-naked women catfight?’ she asked herself, for the first time noticing a warm, stirring feeling between her loins. She sat down on one of bales of hay to watch.

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The two women approached each other slowly, warily circling, quietly admiring each other’s bodies. As before, Mel was transfixed by the mammoth size of Polly’s breasts while Polly admired the beautiful lines and perfect curvature of Mel’s breasts. Finally Polly broke the silence, saying, “Wanna try another muscle test. I think last time I got shortchanged.”

“Sure, whatever you say,” replied Mel, itching to make body contact, especially at chest level.

Soon their hands were clasping one another’s. Then they began straining and pushing across the hay covered floor. Polly noticed that one of the stall doors was open, so she maneuvered around so that Mel’s back was toward the stall. Then she forced their arms high over their heads and rushed Mel with a powerful Mamm Slam, forcing her backwards several feet closer to the stall. Mel was stunned at the sheer power of her foe’s huge breasts. Polly repeated the Mamm Slam again, forcing Mel into the stall part way. Two more Mamm Slams did the trick and Mel’s back was held tight against the wall of the barn within the stall. Polly’s mammoth bosom pressed Mel’s smaller bosom firmly, flattening them like flapjacks. Mel gasped, trying to recover, but Polly continued to hold her tight to the wall.

Polly smiled, telling Mel, “I knew it. I just knew it. You should never have been able to beat me in the strength test last time.”

“So, what happened to you last time, then?” gasped Mel, smiling wickedly. “A little distracted, perhaps?”

“Uh…” Polly replied, thinking back. “Maybe I was distracted, then. But I think you’re the one who’s distracted this time,” Polly snickered, rubbing her breasts back and forth against Mel’s. Polly’s hardened nipples seemed to be dueling with Mel’s likewise hardened nipples, brushing brusquely together as if in an intimate sword fight.

Mel moaned softly for a few moments, unable to respond. Then she began rubbing her bare leg and thigh against Polly’s, hoping to distract her foe. Mel suddenly pushed against Polly, successfully forcing her back a few steps. They twisted around, but Polly Mamm Slammed again and Mel was forced backwards against the stall divider, her back arched severely backwards over the dividing wall. The two women were still breast-to-breast, struggling and straining.

“I think today’s the day,” Polly told her besieged foe, pressing and rubbing her breasts against Mel’s.

“Only in your dreams,” gasped an overwhelmed Mel, her back hurting badly from the backwards contortion Polly applied.

“And yours, too,” Polly replied automatically.

Without realizing, Polly had hit pretty close to the truth, Mel realized. Maybe all of her hard work teaching this large breasted woman about catfighting would pay off eventually, though she doubted it would be this day.

Twisting wildly, Mel finally succeeded in twisting the two of them around so that now Polly’s back arched backwards over the short dividing wall of the stall. Mel rubbed her breasts against Polly’s much larger breasts, nipples still fully erect and rock hard. Polly moaned softly as Mel inserted a leg and thigh betwixt her own, Mel pressing firmly and fully, body-to-body against Polly.

“Me thinks you, too, are enjoying your predicament,” Mel whispered in Polly’s ear, just before licking Polly’s earlobe.

Polly gasped loudly, feeling a sudden, warm rousing between her thighs. Mel smiled at her tenderly, realizing that total success with Polly was just a matter of time.

Suddenly, Polly spun around trying to force Mel back against the wall. Instead, the two women tripped and fell to the soft, hay-covered floor of the stall. They rolled back and forth, breasts pressed against breasts, bare legs fighting for control over the other as they tumbled within the stall.

Finally, Mel managed to trap one of Polly’s legs between hers. Polly was face down to the floor with her ass sticking upwards, presenting an inviting target. “I’m call this one a leg lock,” Mel told Polly just before swatting Polly’s butt really hard 5 or 6 times.

Polly cried out in pain, yelping, “I’ll get you back Melissa Moon!!”

“You’re welcome to try, sweetie,” she scoffed.

Suddenly, Polly had a hold of Mel’s ponytail, yanking for all she was worth. Mel yelped in pain and rolled to the side to escape. Mel landed on her back in the thick hay on the floor. Polly was quick to follow, straddling Mel quickly, sitting down hard on her waist. Mel’s hands immediately grabbed hold of Polly’s large orbs. Polly responded in kind and the two women used Mamm Claws to torture each other. Polly grimaced and groaned loudly, as her breasts were much larger targets. Mel seemed not to care, handling whatever pain level she experienced. Polly knew she had to do something, so she released Mel’s curvaceous orbs and began to pry Mel’s hands away. Polly screeched in pain as she gradually removed Mel’s hands, controlling them with her own hands. Polly scooted herself forwards on top of Mel so that her jean covered behind was positioned directly atop Mel’s breasts and her knees were resting over Mel’s shoulders. Polly struggled to hold Mel’s hands to the floor over her head, but couldn’t quite get it done, so she sat upright for a moment, still controlling Mel’s hands in her own.

“You’ve had it Melissa,” stated Polly, matter-of-factly. “There’s no escape from the ‘Femme Pin’. I can hold you like this forever. So, you’d best submit,” advised Polly as she lifted her rough, denim covered ass high for a ‘Butt Slam’ directly to Mel’s helpless breasts.

“Ooooffff,” gasped Mel, the air being forced from her lungs.

“Like I said,” Polly continued, “you’d best submit. I can keep up with the ‘Butt Slams’ all day, if necessary.”

“Another new hold,” groaned Mel, “very creative, in fact. I like that in an opponent. But I’m still not gonna submit!”

Mel struggled to escape, but was caught fast. Polly repeated the Butt Slam several more times. It looked like Mel was about finished, so Polly relaxed atop Mel for a moment. Suddenly, Mel’s legs came up from behind Polly and locked about her neck. Before she knew it, Polly was flying backwards to the floor, somewhat dazed and surprised by Mel’s clever maneuver.

Mel staggered to her feet, running haphazardly for the ladder to the loft. Polly regained her senses slowly, and then jumped to her feet in pursuit. Mel was 4 or 5 steps up the ladder by the time Polly got there. She reached for Mel, catching her foot for a few seconds before Mel shook free and scampered further up the ladder. But Polly was not to be deterred, grabbing Mel’s foot once more as she tried to step off the ladder onto the floor of the loft. Mel again tried to twist free, but Polly managed to grab hold of the top of her cut-off jeans with her other hand. Mel’s jeans didn’t fit very tightly and they immediately slipped down past her knees and then to her ankles. Polly lost her grip at the sudden shift and Mel fell free to the floor. To Polly’s surprise, Mel responded by slipping her jeans off the rest of the way and then tossed them over the loft railing to the floor below. Mel now wore only her pink lace underpants.

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Becky watched the two bare-chested women fighting within the confines of the stall, strangely enthralled by the struggle she was witnessing. Becky noticed the warm, moist feeling between her thighs. Recognizing an opportunity she’d not had in many months, Becky unfastened the top of her jeans and slipped her hand inside. The two women flew past nearby a few moments later, just as she located the warm, moist, sweet spot and began to softly & slowly stroke herself.

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Mel jumped to her feet and raced for the bales of hay she’d set up earlier. Stacked two high and three by three crossways, they formed a four-sided ring of sorts. Mel scampered over the top just before Polly could reach her. Mel motioned for Polly to join her within the ring. “C’mon Polly, let’s fight in here,” she coaxed.

Polly smiled and stepped inside, noticing the absence of hay on the floor. “Kind of a hard surface for fighting,” she said.

“Yeah, why don’t we limit ourselves to knee-high fighting while we’re in the ring of hay?” Mel suggested.

“Done,” said Polly, as she dropped to her knees.

Mel responded likewise, lowering to her knees a few feet in front of Polly. The two women awkwardly approached one another. Once in range, Polly slapped Mel’s extended arms aside and went right for Mel’s chest with a Mamm Claw. Mel gasped in surprise at Polly’s continued boldness, racked by the pain this time as her breasts were squeezed. Mel quickly retaliated in kind and the women were soon wrapped up in a double Mamm Claw. They grimaced and groaned as they tortured one another’s mammaries. Polly tipped Mel to the floor hoping for some advantage. But instead, the two women just lay on their sides for long moments, maintaining the grip on each other’s breasts, twisting and squeezing as hard as they could.

Finally, Mel offered, “I’ll release if you will.”

Polly, sounding relieved, replied, “OK. On three?”

“Sure,” replied Mel. “One… two… three.”

The two women kept their word and released one another. Polly rose to her knees first, gently massaging her large, besieged breasts. Mel rose to her knees and did likewise. “Pretty intense, wasn’t it?” asked Mel.

“Yup,” replied Polly. “No more Mamm Claws today, okay?”

“Sure,” replied Mel. “I think mine could use some rest.”

“Me, too,” agreed Polly. “Now let’s continue,” she smiled.

“Yes, let’s do,” grinned Mel.

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Becky watched closely as the two women massaged their sore breasts and bartered further contest rules. It was clear they had previously experienced this kind of torture at the hands of the other. Becky wondered what it would feel like to catfight and especially what it felt like to apply a Mamm Claw, or be on the receiving end of one, too. They wore almost no clothing! As her thoughts wandered, her moist spot became warmer and her finger kneaded her femininity with greater urgency.

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The two bare-chested ladies waddled slowly together, each looking for an opening, but finding one hard to come by with their limited stance. Polly still had her jean-shorts on, while Mel had lost hers and wore only her fancy underwear. Polly had never seen another woman in such a state of undress, but after these catfights with Mel, Polly now cared much less about such things as modesty. It was clear Mel had no modesty whatsoever.

Their hands naturally clasped and their chests smacked together wickedly. Polly had the clear advantage and forced Mel back against one of the hay bale walls. Mel sat on the floor, legs lying forward on the floor, as well. Polly straddled Mel’s legs and waist, pressing Mel’s arms high over her head against the wall of hay. Polly smacked her giant orbs repeatedly against Mel’s smaller, shapely breasts. Polly pressed chest-to-chest with Mel until Mel’s breasts were as flat as flapjacks and her own more like lopsided melons.

“I have you this time, Melissa Moon,” cried Polly. “You’ll never get loose from my Femme Pin this time. Give up and return my money. Then I’ll leave you be.”

“I’ve just begun to fight, Polly Perkins. I’ll not give up so easily!” said Mel defiantly.

“No sheriff or any type of lawman… promise,” offered Polly.

Mel had hoped for something like this. Polly was clearly having misgivings about turning her in. She’d been right to lure the young woman across the West using more and more interesting catfights. But it was not yet time to tip her hand. “Even if I was foolish enough to accept your offer, how do I know you’ll keep your word and turn me loose?” Mel asked Polly.

“I think I’m a bit more trustworthy than you, Melissa Moon. Besides, I don’t exactly intend to turn you loose. I aim to tie you up for the night just like you did to me last time!”

“That doesn’t sound so bad, but I think I’d rather do the tying on you!” Mel said with a great heave of her arms and chest and a twist at the hips.

Polly was forced over into the same position Mel had been in. And, now Mel sat straddled across Polly’s legs and waist, holding Polly’s hands above her head against the wall of hay. It was an exact reversal of positions! But instead of smashing her smaller breasts against Polly, Mel lightly began to brush her hard, erect nipples slowly back and forth across Polly’s similarly stimulated nipples. Mel moaned softly at the contact and her eyes rolled upwards in their sockets. A moment later, a similar moan escaped Polly’s lips, as Mel continued the soft, stimulating, slipping and sliding motion of her chest against Polly’s.

Long moments later, the delirious Mel lost control of her passions, lifting herself upwards a bit so she could press her breasts to Polly’s lips. Polly eagerly accepted Mel’s sexually engorged right nipple and suckled, licked and kissed it gently for a time. Mel gasped in delight, following up with her left nipple. And so it went for several long moments until Mel began to press her breasts hard against Polly’s face. Polly soon found it difficult to breathe, but fortunately Mel’s breasts were not so large to present a serious problem.

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Becky continued to watch as the two women became enraptured with each other. She didn’t quite know what she was witnessing, but she knew she liked it… a lot!! Becky stroked herself a little faster now, but held back from full motion, just in case there was even more to come.

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In the throws of passion, Mel suddenly realized what she was doing. If Polly learned about the Mamm Smother hold she now applied to Polly, it could make things a lot more difficult in the future. Mel had little doubt that a properly applied Mamm Smother by Polly could defeat most any opponent, including herself!

Mel quickly slid backwards and tried the best distraction she could against the dazed Polly. Mel unsnapped Polly’s jean shorts and worked them off over Polly’s large rump, leaving her dressed the same as Mel. Only their underwear remained, though Polly’s were only simple, white underpants with no frills.

Polly gasped loudly, never having been in this state of undress with anyone but her husband, who was quickly fading from her memory. “How dare you!!” she cried at Mel.

“How dare you!” cackled Mel, successfully shifting Polly’s mind away from the Mamm Smother. “I’m wearing the same thing as you, and I do believe it was you who first removed my jeans!”

“Um, yeah. I guess so. Turnabout is fair play, I suppose.”

“And so it is,” chortled Mel. “Just look at the two of us, half naked and covered with hay,” she laughed heartily.

“Ha! You’re right. What a sight we must be!!” giggled Polly.

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Becky agreed fully, mesmerized at the sight of the two hay-covered, underwear-clad women. She continued stroking herself, now using more measured longer movements.

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“You think you can beat me, Polly, even without your pants?” Mel asked, grinning mischievously

“Ha, I could beat you without any clothes, if that’s what it came to,” Polly boasted, not giving the surprised Mel a chance to interrupt. “Hey, you wanna try a ‘Grizzle Grab’ on each other?” she taunted.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, and I think you just made that one up,” replied Mel. “But if your point is that we put the same hold on each other at the same time, then I’m game,” she offered.

“All right!” Polly yelped in delight. “We’ll both need to stand, though.”

Mel nodded her consent and both women rose to their feet. Polly took a step forwards towards Mel, and Mel responded in kind. Then there was another step and the two women found themselves a mere few inches apart, nearly touching at the breasts. Polly put her right arm around Mel’s back at chest level and then her left arm over Mel’s shoulder, resting her hand on Mel’s back between the shoulder blades. “Now you do the same to me,” Polly instructed.

Soon the two women were locked together, chest to chest and breasts to breasts. Polly held a huge advantage, if breast size mattered in such a contest. “On the count of three, we hug each other as hard as we can for as long as we can.”

“I sense you have a rather large advantage, here,” said Mel. “But I’m willing to give it a try.”

Polly smiled, finally sensing victory over her foe. “Three… two… one… go!” Polly whispered in Mel’s ear.

The two women started hugging and squeezing gingerly at first, testing one another’s mettle. The intensity increased slowly and steadily. Mel’s right leg managed to find its way between Polly’s thighs yet again as she pressed in closer to increase the pressure. Polly had no choice but to respond in kind to keep up with the pressure Mel was applying. The two women were standing entwined at the legs, and pressed tight at the waist and squeezed to smithereens at the chest. They staggered around the loft area for a few minutes before finally tripping over a bale of hay. They went down to the bare floor with a loud thump, but to their credit, neither one released the other in any way. They rolled back and forth across the loft floor, arms wrapped about the other and legs entwined in a double leg lock, and then forth and back again, repeatedly, each gasping loudly at the intimacy of their embrace.

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Poor Becky didn’t know quite what to do, getting hotter and hotter by the moment. She wanted to -- no, had to -- hold out until the finale. Somehow, through sheer force of will, Becky managed to slow down the stroking a little bit. But it seemed the most difficult thing she had ever done!!

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Mel was gradually losing out, being on the receiving end of Polly’s powerful arms and huge mammaries. But the familiarity they each gained with the other was well worth the price, she told herself. She would have to free herself soon, or Polly would surely finish her off. Mel released her arms and legs from about Polly, desperately trying to twist free. Polly’s legs spread open for a moment and Mel tried to slither free between them. But instead, Polly’s legs came back together about Mel’s chest!!

“Now I’ve got you in a Mamm Lock,” squealed Polly, sensing easy victory from here.

“Uugghh,” groaned Mel, Polly’s legs wrapped fully about her chest and squashing her breasts flat until they again looked like flapjacks.

“Yeah, Mel, I made up that name, too. But it seems to fit what I’m doing to you,” she chuckled merrily.

Polly kept Mel in thrall for long moments, not daring to let Mel slip free. For her part, Mel kept working on Polly’s legs, trying to slide them off of her breasts. Ever so gradually, Mel managed to shift Polly’s powerful leg embrace downwards to her tummy. There was some measure of relief in doing so, but the pressure on her tummy was a new problem!! Mel kept at it though, gradually forcing Polly’s legs downwards over her hips. Mel felt grateful that her hips were fairly narrow, but there was one casualty of the maneuver - her frilly pink underpants were slipping downwards off her hips, caught by the tight embrace of Polly’s leg lock.

Finally, Mel managed to slip out of the leg lock altogether, but her lacy pink underpants lay on the floor nearby. Buck naked, but undeterred, Mel quickly rose to her feet to complete her escape. The fact that she had to escape, and that the escape had been very difficult, was a testament to Polly’s ever increasing catfight skills.

Mel executed her preplanned escape from the loft, jumping over the railing and landing neatly below on a large, soft pile of hay. Polly took one look over the railing and decided against the same maneuver, instead making directly for the ladder. “I’ll be waitin’ for ya’ at the top of this pile of hay,” Mel called out to her.

Polly, still dressed only in her plain white underwear, strode purposefully past the mesmerized Becky, but paused at the top of the ladder. She saw the movement of Becky’s hand tucked inside the front of her pants and the pleasurable look on the woman’s face. Understanding flooded across Polly’s mind. A man wasn’t all that necessary for a woman’s pleasure!

In the meantime, the completely naked Mel was gathering her strength in a much needed respite from the battle. This was the way she preferred to catfight - no clothes, no nothing, separating her from her adversary. But Polly still had her underpants. She would see about that, if not this time, perhaps the next.

Polly slowly approached the pile of hay that Mel was perched atop. She couldn’t remove her eyes from the beautiful, naked Mel and the thick, wooly patch of brown hair between her thighs. Mel truly was a striking woman with the smoothest featured, perfect curves a person could imagine. Polly was surprised at the urges she felt to jump right up there and continue the battle. But was it battle they truly were doing, she wondered, just a little bit guiltily?

“C’mon, Polly,” Mel goaded from the top of the pile of hay. “I’m queen of the hill! Ha!”

That was all it took. “Not for long!” Polly cried, lurching towards the hay pile to attack Mel.

Polly attacked too quickly and Mel easily tossed her aside at the top of the hay pile. Polly landed on her front and Mel quickly jumped atop her prone body. Mel sat astride Polly’s waist facing backwards. She quickly peeled down Polly’s underpants to her thighs, but Polly shrieked and spread her legs apart to prevent further removal.

Mel, not easily deterred, swatted Polly’s delicious, bare white rump with her open hand. Polly yelped, so Mel continued spanking about once every two or three seconds, gradually increasing the intensity. Bright pink impressions of Mel’s hands began to appear on Polly’s lily-white behind. “C’mon, Polly,” goaded Mel. Put your legs together and let me peel these underpants off and I’ll quit spanking you.”

In the meantime, Polly had decided that the spanking wasn’t really so bad, but it would be better to be the on the delivery side of the deal. She twisted and bucked, finally dislodging Mel, who tumbled to the bottom of the hay pile. Polly quickly rolled over and pulled up her underpants. Her rump really stung, but was it so bad, she wondered?

Polly stood at the top of the hay pile, calling out just like she had all those years before as a child with her boy and girl friends, “Now I’m queen of the hill!!!” she giggled and shrieked, grinning from cheek to cheek.

Mel noticed the transformation. Polly was truly having a good time!! Mel realized that she, too, was having a very good time, but the difference was she had known beforehand that she would. Mel chased up the hay pile and was quickly tossed aside by the dominant Polly and tumbled all the way back down. Again she raced up the hay towards Polly, only to be tossed aside once again. Polly giggled wildly like a young girl. On the next try, Mel changed tactics and slowly climbed the hay pile towards the grinning Polly, who was truly in her element.

In a sudden maneuver, Mel feigned a fast rush and instead reached for Polly’s ankles. Polly landed on her butt at the top of the hay pile. Mel quickly jumped on top and straddled Polly at the waist with a Femme Pin tactic. Mel’s brown, wooly thatch of femininity was hovering just above Polly’s mammoth breasts, seemingly poised to attack, as Mel held down Polly’s hands firmly.

Polly didn’t know what to do. She saw the close approach of Mel’s femininity, never having seen such a thing before, at least not on another female or from this perspective. And the scent!! Mel was clearly aroused by it all. And so was she, she realized at the moistness between her thighs!! ‘Now what??’ she asked herself. ‘Now what??’

Mel’s femininity settled firmly atop Polly’s left breast. Polly felt her rock hard nipple being used for Mel’s pleasure, as she rocked slowly back and forth against it. Polly was confused and conflicted, unsure whether to be disgusted or flattered by Mel’s actions. She’d sort it out later, she told herself, as she twisted and turned to toss Mel aside, and Mel again rolled to the bottom of the hay.

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Becky couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The two women battled fantastically! What would they do next, she wondered? All she knew was that she wanted some of the same thing for herself! But at the moment, Becky had to settle for pleasuring herself from the vantage point of the loft. Somehow she kept getting hotter and hotter, but she was having a terrible time holding off the moment of ecstasy. The two females below had better finish their business soon or she’d explode prematurely. It truly was the hardest thing she had ever done!!

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Polly jumped up, still atop the pile of hay, again squealing wildly, “I’m queen of the hill!!”

“Not for long,” Mel grinned, rising to her feet to again attack the queen. Mel reached the top quicker this time, abandoning the caution of her last attempt, only wanting to get Polly down the exact same way she’d just done. But it was a mistake, and a big one. As Mel reached for Polly’s ankles, Polly grabbed Mel’s wrists and hauled the surprised woman between her legs. Polly quickly straddled the prone, face down Mel at the top of the hay pile. Mel’s smooth, curvaceous naked rump lay helplessly before Polly. She took a few moments to take in the sight of Mel’s loveliness, and then swatted a hard one to her rump. A bright red handprint appeared on the left cheek of Mel’s splendid roundness. It was payback time!

Mel squealed loudly, but her struggling was strangely subdued, almost as if she didn’t want to escape too soon. Polly didn’t care and continued swatting Mel’s rump with quick, hard slaps - left, then right, a pause, and repeat. But Mel just continued to squeal loudly without any determined attempt to escape. Could she be liking the punishment? Mel’s behind was now a scarlet shade of red, and Polly wasn’t quite sure what to do next. She really didn’t want to hurt Mel, but then again, Mel made no real complaint either! Polly thought for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders and continued to pummel Mel’s bright red butt a few more good ones.

Finally, Mel made her move, one she could have made at any time she had wished, but instead had delayed for a time, perhaps letting Polly have her fun. At any rate, Mel grabbed hold of one of Polly’s yellow-blond ponytails firmly and yanked hard! Polly, totally engrossed at spanking Mel’s finely shaped rump, was caught completely by surprise! She fell off of Mel to the side and rolled to the bottom of the pile of hay. Mel jumped to her feet, and in all her naked splendor, roared, “I’m queen of the hill!!!” And to rub it in, she added, “And you’re not!!”

Polly stood up at the bottom, mad as a hornet! How could she have fallen from her position of dominance so easily?? She badly wanted to win this game from her childhood. But the rules were a lot different now, she realized, staring at the naked beauty up above, the one with the curvaceous body and very prominent, wooly brown thatch! Polly abandoned all caution and rushed up the pile of hay towards Mel, who steadied herself for the smack down. The two women smashed together with a loud thump at the top of the pile, which had become more of a plateau by now. They tangled and twisted upright, trying to toss the other one over the edge. Finally, locked together body-to-body, chest-to-chest and waist-to-waist, Mel managed to get her foot behind Polly’s and trip her down. The two women lie in the center plateau area of the hay pile with Mel in the top, dominant position. Polly had few reserves left and was unable to dislodge Mel, who was well worn down, too. It had been a hard battle, Mel realized, and from her current superior position, it was time to end it. Anything else, and she risked losing the contest.

Mel gradually forced her legs over and outside of Polly’s and then wrapped them underneath and around Polly’s legs, effectively trapping them there. Polly couldn’t move her legs, let alone free them. Mel’s wooly waist pressed hard against Polly’s, and Mel’s hands held hers at bay. Mel’s breasts were raised slightly above Polly’s as her chest heaved in and out from the exertion. Polly tried to struggle, but could barely move.

“I have you now Polly,” hissed Mel, “as always!”

For long moments, Polly struggled valiantly, but a sinking feeling began to embrace her and she knew she was finished. Mel began to toy with the helpless Polly, first sliding her rock hard nipples back and forth across Polly’s equal hard nipples. Then she began kissing and sucking on Polly’s nipples with her lips. Then she began tickling Polly’s nipples with the tip of her tongue. Polly was confused, as the sensations were such pleasant ones! Her husband had never done anything of the sort for her. How could a woman be doing this to her? No, she realized, a woman was doing this for her.

“How do you like my ‘Snake Lock Pin’?” asked Mel smugly. “See, I have myself wrapped all around you like a snake capturing its prey,” she added.

“Ugh, most interesting,” replied the titillated Polly. “I’m quite helpless, really,” she whispered softly, having given up. “I yield. But I must really try this Snake Lock Pin on you sometime. By the way, Mel, how many more of these holds do you know?”

“Enough to keep you at bay a few more times,” smiled Mel knowingly. “That assumes of course that you’re a glutton for punishment.”

“I think that’s a fair assumption,” groaned Polly, as Mel continued to grind breasts together and kiss, suckle & tongue-tickle her nipples. “I’ll keep after you until I win,” she managed to moan.

“You do that,” replied Mel softly. The next she kept to herself, thinking, ‘Then I’ll be one very happy woman.’

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It was the finale at last. Becky could no longer control herself and shrieked like a banshee, the pent-up pressure finally released in one gigantic burst of pleasure!!

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The two women heard Becky scream out. “Don’t worry yourself, Mel told Polly softly. “I think Becky liked watching the two of us do battle a lot more than she’d expected.”

“I liked it, too,” said Polly, surprising herself with the admission, “even the spanking, giving and receiving!”

The two women heard Becky continue to moan loudly up above, eventually calming down somewhat from her frenzied state.

“Yeah,” replied Mel softly. “This is rather special. But right now, Becky reminds me of something I need to do, too.”

And with that, Mel detangled her legs from Polly’s and then straddled Polly’s left thigh with her legs. Then Mel began rubbing her moist femininity against Polly’s bare thigh, slowly at first and then gradually faster and faster until a few moments later Mel screamed her pleasure loudly for all to hear. She moaned and sobbed softly as she continued to hold Polly’s arms and press her breasts down upon Polly’s.

Finally Mel calmed down and rolled off Polly to the side. Becky was right there to help secure Polly’s wrists with the rope Polly had so graciously supplied. Mel began to bind the helpless Polly.

“No, not again,” pleaded Polly. “Let me experience the same thing as the two of you. I… I… I’ve never been fully pleasured before. My man was a worthless lover. Please,” she pleaded, “I badly need pleasuring! Let me free so I can do the same with you, Mel.”

“I’m afraid you lost, Polly,” replied a deeply conflicted Mel. “Spoils go to the victor… only.”

Polly looked truly devastated as Mel led her away, wrists bound behind her back, and tied her to one of the posts within the barn, arms behind the post. Polly’s huge mammaries jutted out prominently and Mel was sorely tempted to pull off Polly’s underpants and satisfy the poor woman. But unfortunately, she needed to give Polly a good reason to continue following her, and catfighting with her.

Becky walked up to the bound Polly, eyeing her up and down carefully. “I’m surprised you could beat her,” she told Mel.

“Yeah, each time it gets closer. Who knows, perhaps one of these times she will beat me,” replied Mel. “And then what would happen, Polly?”

“Oh, not much. Obviously, you’d have to pleasure me. But after that, it mostly would be the humiliation of losing to me, and being tied up, of course,” she answered after a few moments of thought. “And, I’d want my money back. But I’ve no interest in returning to my worthless life with my worthless man. I’d have to start anew. And, I’ve no interest in seeing you in the hands of the law, either, Mel.”

“That’s nice to hear, Polly. But don’t expect me to make it any easier on you next time, or ever. As for now, I’ve got to hit the trail if I’m going to make Cheyenne in time for the train to San Francisco. Maybe I’ll see you there… if not before,” she grinned, dressing herself.

Polly remained tied with her wrists behind the post wearing only her underwear. “Can you keep her tied here until sundown so I can get a proper head start?” Mel asked Becky.

“Sure,” replied Becky. “I’d be happy to tend her for you.”

“Take care then, both of you,” said Mel heading towards the barn door. “Becky, I wish you the best of luck in St. Louis. I’ll be seeing you again, Polly, I’m certain. Goodbye.” Mel turned and left. Her horse seemed fine now, so Mel headed out at a slow trot.

The slow beat of horse’s hooves faded in the distance for the two women remaining in the barn. “Here, let me drape a blanket around you,” offered Becky. Polly sat down to the floor, wrists still tied behind her around the post. Becky had resisted the urge to leave Polly half naked, but she didn’t have the heart. She took one last look at the woman’s huge breasts and draped the blanket around her bare shoulders, etc.

Becky sat down alongside Polly so their bodies touched lightly at the hips. “Maybe we could talk for a spell,” offered Becky. “I’d be glad to keep you company.”

“Why thank you,” replied Polly, recognizing the kind heart within the woman. “That would be nice.”

“It must be mighty uncomfortable for you, tied up that way,” offered Becky.

“You’d be surprised,” replied Polly. “After a while, you get used to it,” she grinned.

“I suppose so,” she smiled back. “I suppose so.”

And so it went for the two of them. They had a few hours or so to get acquainted before sundown, when Becky would release Polly… and then what??

The End