I live in the suburbs of a midsized Midwestern city. Weather permitting, I try to take a good walk every afternoon. I walk 1-2 miles depending on how I'm feeling that particular day. I vary my routes so I don't see the same old scenery day after day.
I don't live very far away from three schools in the area, a high school, a middle school, and a grade school. All three are located close to one another. The schools are not off of a busy street, rather they are off of a fairly secluded street, with no houses nearby. I guess the schools were located there for the safety of the kids who walk to school, so they wouldn't have to worry about crossing busy streets.
Last Friday, I decided to pick a new route for my walk, one I hadn't used before. My walk took me down the secluded street described above, that you would use to get to the schools.
I had driven down this street before, but had not paid much attention to the fact that there is a lightly wooded area between the street and the schools. The woods are not thick, and the schools can be seen through the trees from the sidewalk along the street.
I was enjoying my walk when I heard a school bell. I glanced at my watch, and saw it was about 2:00 in the afternoon. It was the bell dismissing the classes for the day. I saw quite a few kids emerge from the grade school and head for the line of buses parked outside.
Some kids were not getting on buses, but were walking down the access road from the school to the street I was on. But through the trees I saw a small group of kids, maybe 6 or 7 of them, walking through the woods to what appeared to be a small clearing in the trees, maybe 25 yards away from the street I was on.
This group caught my attention, because they stopped on one side of the small clearing. They were talking fairly loudly, and they seemed excited about something. The kids looked to be about 9 years old or so, probably 4th graders. There were a couple of boys in the group, but the rest were girls.
I noticed a couple of the little girls were helping a blond girl with her hair. They called her Jessica. It soon became obvious they were helping her pin her hair back. They were all talking excitedly, but I couldn't make out exactly what they were saying. The kids had dropped their backpacks to the ground on the side of the clearing.
I've seen girls pin their hair back like this before; just before getting ready to fight. Was I about to see a fight between two little grade school girls? My heart was beginning to race at the possibility. I hoped I didn't have to wait very long to find out.
A couple of minutes later, another group of kids were walking toward the clearing. They were the same ages as the first group. This group also had a couple of boys, but the rest of the group were girls. This group stopped on the other side of the clearing.
A little girl with short brown hair stepped from the second group after dropping her backpack. She was talking to a couple of her girl friends. Her friends called her Sandy. They too were engaged in a very animated conversation. I couldn't help notice Sandy staring hard at Jessica across the clearing. Jessica was staring right back.
After Jessica's hair was pinned up, both she and Sandy took a couple of steps towards each other, leaving their friends on the edge of the clearing. I decided I'd better move off the sidewalk before someone saw me staring into the wooded area. I quietly stepped into the woods, keeping out of sight behind some trees.
What an amazing sight! Two young girls standing just a few feet apart, glaring at each other. I thought for sure the whole world could hear my heart pounding in my chest. I've always been turned on by the sight of two girls fighting, but I'd never seen two girls this young ready to tear each other's hair out.
The blond Jessica was slender, wearing a pair of tight jeans that nicely showed off her small, firm ass. She had on a short sleeve white shirt that clung tightly to her little body. Two small, round, budding breasts showed clearly through the fabric of her shirt. Her arms were crossed under her small tits, stretching the fabric even tighter over them.
Sandy was also slender, maybe an inch or two shorter than Jessica. She had on a pair of those faded jeans that so many of the young girls wear today. They fit very snugly over her tight ass as well. She was wearing a light grey sleeveless top that fit so snug over her small body, that it could have been painted on. Sandy also had two budding tits, nice and round, which the top complimented by clearly showing two small, firm nipples jutting into the fabric. Her hands were on her hips.
The girls were just beyond arms reach of each other. They were angrily talking to each other, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Their friends were egging them on to fight. For a minute I thought that they may change their minds, and go their separate ways without fighting. But just then, I noticed a girl friend of Jessica's nod to one of Sandy's girl friends. These two each came up behind the fighters, and shoved them together.
Both Jessica and Sandy were taken off guard, and they smashed into each other. For an instant, their small tits collided and flattened out against each other. Their heads nearly hit together. This was all it took to get things going.
Both young girls grabbed each other by the hair, and started pulling each other's head from side to side, and forward and backward. The girls were pulling hair as hard as they could, as they stumbled around the clearing, trying to maintain their balance. Their friends were clearly excited by the fight, and loudly cheered and urged on their respective friends. The girls in the groups seemed much more excited by the fight than the boys. The boys were cheering, but the girls seemed to get into a frenzy, urging their respective friends to pull the other's hair out, or punch the other girl in the face. From what I could see, the two little fighters didn't need much encouragement to do just that.
Both girls were now in the middle of the clearing, hands full of hair, pulling with all their might. Their slender legs were kicking at each other as they continued to pull hair and try to shove each other off balance. Every so often, the girls would cry out in pain or grunt loudly, each trying to gain the upper hand.
The girls maintained their firm grasp on each other's hair as they stepped back away from each other. They were now at arms length from each other, both bent over at the waist as if they were bowing to each other. They were pulling each other forward by the hair, each trying hard to pull the other down to the ground.
Their friends continued to yell encouragement. I, too wanted to yell at them to pull each other's hair harder, but I knew I had to remain quite. I was afraid they might stop fighting and run away if they knew a grown up was watching them. I was getting a huge thrill seeing these two pretty, young girls fight each other tooth and nail.
It was very obvious these two girls hated each other. I've seen small girls, sisters, etc., slap at each other before. But usually it was only one or two slaps, a kick or two, and then one girl would run away calling for mom. Neither of these little girls wanted to stop fighting. Neither girl cried or even hinted they had had enough.
It was also clear both girls were getting tired. They had been tearing each other's hair for several minutes now, stumbling around the clearing fighting each other, and fighting to stay on their feet.
They maintained their firm grip in each other's hair, but were now standing almost still, each trying to catch their breath. Suddenly they both released their grip on each other's hair, and just stood there.
Jessica was leaning forward, hands on her knees, breathing hard. With every breath she took, her small tits drove hard into the fabric of her top. I couldn't help but notice her small nipples were very stiff, jutting into her top.
Sandy was standing upright, breathing just as hard, her small tits heaving just like her opponent. Her hard little nipples stretched the fabric of her top with every breath she took.
As Sandy stood there, I noticed she was picking at her hands. I wondered what she was doing. Then I realized she was pulling long strands of blond hair from between her fingers. I glanced over at Jessica, and she was now doing the same thing. The two girl's friends came over to each of them, and started pulling the tangles out of their hair. Each girl's hair was a mess. Jessica's friends started to pin her hair back up, but Jessica pulled away, telling them not to.
The two groups now started chanting for a second round. Having caught their breath, both young girls were now standing maybe 5yards apart. Each girl held her arms by her side, fingers extended, ready to resume their fight. Then at the same instant, they charged toward each other, coming together with a thud. They both grunted as their young bodies came together once again, nipple to nipple, breast flattening against breast.
This time though, instead of reaching for each other's hair, they tightly embraced each other as if hugging. But there was no love in this hug. Their bodies rubbed together from side to side, budding breasts being flattened by budding breasts. They continued to try to kick each other while maintaining their tight hold on each other.
The girls were pushing hard against one another trying desperately to push each other onto the ground. At times Jessica seemed about ready to push Sandy down, when Sandy would counter the move with a hard push of her own. The two young girls continued this dance for a while, small bodies rubbing tightly together, neither gaining the upper hand.
Then Sandy managed to shove hard against Jessica, which resulted in Jessica falling down onto her back with Sandy squarely on top of her. Jessica let out a loud grunt as she hit the ground hard. Once on the ground, both girls resumed their desperate hair pulling contest.
Jessica was flat on her back writhing side to side trying to slide out from under Sandy. Sandy spread her small legs out as far as her jeans would allow, and dug the toes of her shoes into the dirt, maintaining her position atop Jessica.
I marveled at the sight of Sandy's body laying on top of Jessica, their tits flattened out against each other as they both continued to writhe on the ground. Jessica was pulling Sandy's hair as hard as she could, occasionally arching her back upward trying to throw Sandy off of her.
Each time Jessica arched her back, only her shoulders and feet remained on the ground. Sandy pressed her tight little body harder into Jessica's, not only smashing their small tits more tightly together, but also their small pubic mounds would bump and grind together.
This continued for a short time at which point Jessica kicked upward, moved to her left, and pulled Sandy's hair and head back as far as she could. This resulted in Sandy losing her balance and falling onto her left side.
Both girls were now on their sides facing one another. They continued to kick each other, while continuing to pull each other's hair out literally by the roots. Jessica then bounced on top of Sandy.
Now Jessica was on top, her long, blond, disheveled hair hanging down into Sandy's face. Now it was Sandy who writhed from side to side trying to get out from underneath Jessica. Their small tits seemed locked in an epic struggle of their own, rubbing tightly together, tummy against tummy, mound against mound.
Jessica didn't have her legs spread out like Sandy had when she was on top. The girls' legs were intertwined, small thighs firmly locked together. Sandy locked her ankles together, her slender thighs squeezing Jessica's right thigh. Jessica then locked her ankles together trapping Sandy's right thigh. I was nearly breathless watching these two lovely young bodies locked together in a fit of rage.
Although sexy, this position meant Jessica couldn't continue to ride atop Sandy for very long. After a few seconds, Sandy managed to pull Jessica's hair and head back with all her might, and the two little girls then rolled over and over each other. As they rolled back and forth, their bodies remained virtually locked together, tit to tit, thigh to thigh.
The girls continued to roll a couple of more times at which point they stopped with Sandy on top of Jessica. Both girls were now exhausted. They just lay there body to body trying hard to get their wind. Somehow Jessica managed to shove Sandy off of her, so they now were laying side by side on their backs, chests and tits heaving with every deep breath they took.
Their respective friends were not shouting as loudly now, but some of the girls in each group continued to yell at them to get on top of the other girl and make her give up.
Both Jessica and Sandy were a mess. They were both filthy after their long struggle in the dirt. Jessica's long hair was once again a mess, full of tangles, grass and dirt. She was pulling at the stuff in her hair trying to get rid of the tangles.
Although Sandy's hair was shorter than Jessica's, it was also a mess, totally tangled and full of debris. She also tried to straighten her hair.
The two little 9 year olds continued to lay there with no real sign that either was ready to begin a third round. Some of their girl friends were encouraging them to continue the fight.
The two girls looked at their friends, then at each other. Although tired and out of steam, Jessica slowly climbed on top of Sandy, who was just too tired to resist. Jessica didn't try to grab Sandy's hair. Instead, she took Sandy's hands and interlocked her fingers together with Sandy's, palm to palm, as if in a test of strength. The two girls lay there once again body to body, their arms stretched upward over their heads, fingers tightly interlaced.
Summoning her remaining strength, Jessica started pushing down hard into Sandy. I almost fainted when I saw Jessica lift her upper body up a little, and purposely plant her small tits directly into Sandy's. She then ever so slightly adjusted her position, so that both of her little tits were each directly driving into each of Sandy's budding tits. It was as if she enjoyed the feel of Sandy's nipples against her own.
Her small body was pressing tightly into Sandy, pubic mound to pubic mound. Sandy weakly tried to shove Jessica off, but was just too tired to do so. Jessica's long tangled hair was hanging into Sandy's face, and Sandy was moving her head from side to side trying to get out from under the hair.
Jessica asked Sandy if she was ready to give up, but Sandy didn't answer. She just shook her head no. Jessica then pressed her fingers tightly into Sandy's, which caused Sandy to grimace in pain. Jessica pushed her firm little body even harder into Sandy, and asked her again if she was ready to give. Finally, after a few seconds, Sandy said yes.
The catfight was over. Or should I say, kittenfite. Jessica rolled off Sandy, and sat up next to her opponent. Her friends ran over to her, and helped her up. They began brushing her off, and straightening her hair. Sandy's friends did the same for her. When each girl was sufficiently clean, each group walked off in different directions, excitedly talking about the amazing fight they had just witnessed.
I was stunned. My heart continued to pound. I had never seen anything like it. I've seen great fights between high school girls before, but I had no idea such young girls could put on a show like this.
I suddenly realized it was Friday. Monday I was to start my new job. I couldn't wait! Seeing these two little girls fight so hard gave me gave me a whole new outlook on my future. Why? Because just two days ago I was hired as head principal of the grade school attended by Jessica and Sandy.
Things were definitely looking up.
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