Helen and Sue’s Brawl 1999

The following story is based upon an incident that happened about five years ago.

I suppose I am lucky to live in an area where there is a preponderance of busty women and I’ve seen more than my fair share of those who keep their horses at the farm where I work. Many’s the time I’ve stopped to watch some busty beauty on a hot summer’s day riding her horse, her enormous bosoms bouncing, swaying and jiggling around in tight tops. My admiring glances were even appreciated, but the ladies quickly found an object of their ‘on heat’ lust in the form of the farmer’s eldest son returned home from the army. Paul resembled Apollo with his mop of unruly blonde hair, his sun bronzed features and a torso to make most men jealous.

Of the 12 women keeping their horses at livery, there were 7 who were attractively busty, but my eye was caught by tall brunette Helen with her long curled hair tumbling down to her waist and her perfectly shaped G cup sized natural orbs sticking out in front of her in her hefty bra like water melons. In this hot weather Helen wore a pale blue tank top which left little to the imagination as her breasts bowed it outwards in front. Blonde, brown eyed Marylyn Monroe ‘look alike’, Sue was a particular object of Helen’s distain as Sue was equally shapely with her exceptionally slim waist, wide hips and fantastically shapely *****, which, if anything, were slightly larger than Helen’s heavy water melons. These two women were not often at the stables at the same time as they hated each other’s guts over their rivalrous appearance, but since Paul’s return from the army these two ‘******* on heat’ were both vying for his attentions.

Their mutual hate campaign had escalated when Helen spotted Sue two timing her boyfriend in a nightclub. Helen had been told by a friend that Sue had even gone home with the man for sex. And that was despite having a sixth month old child by her boyfriend at home! Helen warned Paul off from Sue and, incensed, Sue began destroying Helen’s credibility and reputation. After Sue had heard about Helen’s rumour mongering word got back to her boyfriend and caused terrible trouble, - and now Sue was furious. I sensed a confrontation brewing, but it was two days before they were both at the stables together.

Sue was sitting in the cool shade inside the sand floored riding barn beside the steel rails fencing off the m?nage working herself into a temper as she told the other girls and their husbands and boyfriends about her problem, when, glancing out of the barn door, I saw Helen’s small white car arrive in the yard. “Uh oh. Helen’s here!” I said. “So the ***** has plucked up the courage to face me?” Sue said as she stood up. Two of the other girls went out through the wide barn doors into the sunshine to warn her, but Helen looked undaunted as she gazed towards the barn, shielding her eyes from the bright sunlight with an arm.

I thought that Helen looked particularly nice today as her curly lustrous dark hair glinted in the sunlight as she tossed it like a mane. She wore a skimpy pale purple tank top, befitting the weather, and tight fitting brown jodhpurs emphasising her gorgeous shape. The whole effect of this 5’ 10” beauty, standing almost 6 feet tall in her short, brown leather, jodhpur boots, was that of a busty Amazon. Undaunted and unrepentant, Helen strode confidently with her friends towards the barn. “I’m riding my horse in here today!” she announced as she entered into the cool interior through the barn doors. “So what?” a seething Sue said, barely controlling herself. “So keep your big fat mouth shut!” Helen said. “Although, - that might be difficult if it’s anything like your big fat ****!” she bitched. Sue felt her vulva heave suddenly as anger surged through her and without further word she launched herself at Helen.

The women’s huge melon sized ***** clashed together as Sue gripped Helen around the torso and buried her fingers deep in Helen’s hair. Helen quickly reciprocated and I enjoyed the sight of these two 6 foot tall beauties tussling clumsily around on the sandy surface of the m?nage. It was a surprise to me that they could still breath as their breasts crushed one another. As the girls in the barn whooped and cheered deafeningly at this fight I watched the rippling muscles of the fighter’s thighs in their tight fitting jodhpurs. Sue, with her mass of thick blonde curls and peaches and cream complexion wore cream coloured jodhpurs with knee length brown riding boots and a tight fitting white tank top, her abdomen exposed by the short garment. I marvelled that her shape had returned so completely after giving birth to a daughter just six months ago.

Inevitably, Helen protected herself by punching Sue in her gut, almost doubling her over. This resulted in a short fist fight which ended when Sue threw herself at Helen knocking her to the ground. The two women’s huge firm breasts gouged into each other as the women fought on the floor breasts to breasts, too firm to collapse or squash. Both women gurgled as they grabbed each other’s throats in a strangle grip, and Sue began banging Helen’s head on the floor, much to the delight of the other women who cheered even more loudly at this. Dazed, Helen shook Sue’s head back and forth by the neck and both women rolled across the floor locked in vicious battle. My ears rang in the confined space of the barn as the other women shrieked and cheered at the fight which, as it grew more violent, resulted in the fighting women tearing at each other with their hands and finger nails. Both women’s faces, arms and chests quickly became covered in scratches and bruises.

Inevitably, the fighting women tore each other’s tank top to shreds, bra straps snapped and after five minutes or so into the fight, the REAL objects of their mutual hatred, their large breasts spilled out into full view amongst their displaced bras. Screams echoed from the fighters as they mauled one another’s ****, gouging their fingers into the pliable flesh and twisting each other’s ******s. Their sweating bodies were covered in dirty sand and blood before two girls stepped in to try to separate them. It had almost turned into a four woman catfight before two of the men there stepped in to help. Paul had strode into the barn doorway, attracted by the noise and was so fascinated with Helen he decided to begin dating her, much to the annoyance of feisty Sue. It didn’t matter to Sue that she already had a long suffering boyfriend, she was just sexually insatiable and I sensed that this fight with Helen would only drive her on to try to take Paul away from her.

Piers Knight.
2007.