Sore Loser
by
Ronin


Cindy drove up to the farmhouse.  Jimmy's mother was on the porch. 
"Hi, Momma Krumpke, is the bitch around?"
The older woman looked at the young blonde with disapproval.  "You got
no right to be calling my son's fiancee` names, and don't call me
Momma."
"But I've called you Momma ever since Jimmy and I were in high school!"
Cindy exclaimed.
"That was when we all thought you'd be marrying Jimmy." Mrs. Krumpke
said, "Now Angelina is Jimmy's fiancee`, and there's nothing you can do
about it.  I know you've been spreading nasty rumors around the county
about her."
"She stole Jimmy from me!" Cindy said,  "She seduced him, and made him
forget his promise to me.  I'm gonna send that dark-eyed slut back to
New York and marry Jim."
The older woman shrugged, "Jim joined the Navy to see some of the
world.  He found out that you weren't the prettiest girl in it."
"Maybe I'm not," Cindy rejoined, "but I'm the only girl for him.  Now,
where's that whore hiding?"
"She's in the barn, waiting for you." the farm fiancee` said.
Cindy strode toward the barn. She had spent the day before at the
beauty parlor. Her measurements were 34-24-32. Her skin was the color of
milk, and felt like satin.  She had an angelic face, and a body built
for sin.   She wore very short jeans cut-offs,  and a white tank top
that showed her bare shoulders and a lot of cleavage.  Her midriff was
bare, too.
She opened the barn door and entered.  She closed and barred the door
behind her.
"I was wondering if you had the guts to come." a voice came behind the
blonde.  Cindy turned around to see a dark haired young woman wearing
only a black bra and matching panties.  Angelina's bra was double-D.
She seemed to have walked out of a Botticelli painting.  Her face was
sculpted by an ancient Greek sculptor.  Her dark eyes flashed in the
uncertain light. 
"Jim told me what you tried at The Dew Drop Inn." Angelina said.  When
Jim had left home, Cindy had taken a job, as a waitress, at the local
watering hole.  She had become a big draw for the place.  Last week, Jim
had dropped in for a cold beer.  The blonde had taken the opportunity to
rekindle the flame.  Jim had been flattered, but had gently rebuffed her
overatures.  He reminded Cindy that he was engaged.  Cindy showed him
that she was still wearing the ring he had given her before he left on
his tour of duty.
"I'll never give you up." she told him.
He got out there shortly after that.  He went home and told his
fiancee` what happened.  In a rage, Angie had called the bar, demanding
to talk to Cindy.  Their conservation had quickly degenerated into
insults and threats of bodily harm.  Finally, Angelina had challenged
Cindy to a no-hold-barred, knockdown-drag-out, blue-ribbon catfight.
The blonde had readily accepted.  Now, the two women faced each other in
the barn.  The heat was stifling.  The two combatants were perspiring
profusely.
"Why should I be afraid of you?" Cindy asked.
"Because I'm gonna kick your ass for trying to steal my fiancee`."
Angie replied.
"He was mine!" Cindy burst out, "You took the only boy I ever loved!"
Angie shrugged her beautiful shoulders, "He was a man when I met him."
she said, "He outgrew you."
  This sent Cindy into a rage.  She rushed the New Yorker with clawed
hands.  At the last moment, Angie stepped aside, snapping a kick into
Cindy's stomach.
"Oof!" Cindy exploded, all the air leaving her body.  She doubled over
in agony.  Her shapely legs were struggling to hold her up-right.
Angie grabbed a handful of golden locks, and began  punching Cindy in
the side of her head.  After a few blows, the blonde collapsed to the
floor, moaning.
Angelina was annoyed, "Don't tell me that's all you've got." she
chided, "Get up and fight, Bitch!"
After a few minutes, Cindy slowly got to her feet.  Her eyes were
glassy.  She made a grab for Angelina's left tit.  The city girl slapped
the blonde's hand away.  "Only Jim touches that." she said.
Cindy clipped the dark haired girl on the jaw.  Angie retaliated by
driving her fist deep into the country girl's right boob.  Cindy
staggered back a step.  Angelina follwed up .with a gut punch.  Cindy
groaned loudly, going to her knees.
"Wimp." Angie said, "I was hoping for at least some resistance."
Cindy rose to one knee, then drove her shoulder into Angie's midriff.
The dark haired girl was taken completely by surprise.  In a moment, her
back was to the wall and, Cindy was pummeling her.  After ramming her
shoulder into her foe's stomach a few times, the blonde switched to her
fists.  She punched the city girl in every part of her body.  She mauled
Angie's jugs, clawing them, and punching them like speed bags.  They
flopped out of Angie's bra.
Taking a tit in each hand, Cindy said, "Jimmy won't want to touch these
when I'm done with 'em."
Outside the barn, Mrs. Krupke and her two daughters heard screams of
agony.  "Shouldn't we stop it, Ma?" one of the young girls asked.
"No." Mrs. Krupke replied, "She can handle that bit of fluff."
The two sisters weren't at all sure who their mother was referring to.
At that moment, Angelina was on her knees.  Her rival's arm was wrapped
around her throat, as Cindy choked her.  The blonde hauled Angelina to
her feet.  Angelina reached up behind her, taking two handful of blonde
locks.  She flipped Cindy over her shoulder.  The country girl landed
with a loud crash.  The city girl pulled Cindy to her feet, and repeated
the manuever.  After the second crash, a whimper escaped Cindy's lips.
Angie bent down to rip Cindy's top off.  "I'll show this to Jim
tonight." she told the supine blonde, holding it like a trophy. Cindy
got slowly to her feet.  She crossed her arms over her chest.  There was
an embarrassed expression on her face.  Angie rolled her eyes in
annoyance.  Reaching behind her, she unsnapped her bra, and carelessly
tossed it in a corner.
"There, we're even." she said, "Happy now?"
With a grunt of frustration, Cindy charged her enemy.  Her arms were
wide open.  The city girl ran towards the blonde. The two rivals crashed
into other with a loud smack.  Their breasts slapped loudly together, as
they wrapped their arm around each other.  They began to tighten their
grip around each other's body.  Neither woman spoke.  They couldn't
spare the breath.  They could only stare at each other with baleful
hatred  Their tits mashed together.  Their nipples were engaged in a
fencing match.  Intermittently, one or the other would let out a small
grunt or groan.  Their magnificent frames were now coated with
perspiration, making it difficult to keep a good grip on one another.
They sunk slowly to their knees.  Neither combatant seemed near
surrender. Then, a single tear rolled down Cindy's cheek.  Angie
smiled.  She knew she had won.  She redoubled her efforts.  Cindy tried
desperately to fight back, but it was a futile effort.  Within a minute,
the blonde had relinquished her grip on her enemy.  She lay in
Angelina's arms, moaning in awful distress.  Angie released the blonde,
letting her collapse to the barn floor in a fleshy heap.  The New York
girl knelt over her beaten antagonist  She then buried her knee deep
between the blonde's creamy thighs.  Cindy let out a sob.  She started
to slide down the wall, but her rival grabbed her by her left breast.
Angie kept Cindy erect, pinned to the wall.  She began to slap the face
of her fiancee`'s ex-girlfriend with forehand and backhand swipes.  She
banged Cindy's head against the wall.
The blonde was helpless.  Her arms hanging loosely at her side, she
cried piteously.  Finally, after what seemed forever to Cindy, Angie
released her.  She slid to the floor, collapsing in a fleshy heap.
Angie took a step back.  With hands on hips, she surveyed the wreckage
that once was her rival.  "We haven't even started, tramp." she told
Cindy.
Again taking Cindy by the hair, the Italian beauty towed Cindy to the
middle of the barn floor.  On her hands and knees, Cindy followed Angie
like a trained poodle.  Angie hauled the poor blonde to her feet, only
to fling her to the floor.
Angie did this two more times, before tiring of the tactic.  She
switched to stomping Cindy's tits and tummy.  Cindy, by this time, had
begun to beg for mercy.
"No more. Please, no more!"  Cindy pleaded.
"Get on your feet, and fight!" Angelina ordered.  She knelt down and
lifted Cindy to a sitting position.  She began to punching the helpless
small-town lovely in the face.  Within moments, Cindy's once pretty face
was a bloody mess.  Angie let Cindy's head  bang to the floor.  With
doubled fists she pounded the loser's body.  Angie, taking the
unfortunate Cindy by the crotch and by the hair, lifted the poor blonde
onto her shoulders.  Powerlifting the country girl, Angie rose slowly to
her feet.  She rotated, gradually spinning faster and faster.  At the
zenith of her speed, Angelina released her rival.  Cindy went flying
through the air.  She landed with a deafening bang.  Cindy lay still on
her stomach.  Angie kicked her onto her back.  The New Yorker sat on the
blonde, straddling Cindy.  She pummeled the blonde's tits unmercifully.
Cindy,semi-conscious, groaned.
Mrs. Krupke and her two daughters heard the bar being lifted.  The
barn-door opened.  Angelina stepped out.  She was dragging an
unconscious Cindy behind her. 
"Mom," Angie said, "you shouldn't let tramps on your property."
"Girls," Mrs. Krupke said, "take Cindy to the back bathroom.  Help her
get in shape to drive."
"I want Jim." Angie said.
Mrs. Krupke said she would send him to Angie's and his bedroom as soon
as he came home.
"Oh yeah." the dark haired girl said, "The slut won't need this."
Angie took the ring Cindy held so precious from the blonde's finger.