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General Category => Polls => Members Catfight Polls! => Topic started by: LUCKYODAY9 on June 06, 2016, 06:01:54 AM
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This poll fight will be one for the ages as these 2 mature, and determined, females are about to lock horns in a NHB, anything goes, fight to the finish. No punching, no broken bones.
Linda and Jolene have been bickering over which of them deserves my manhood more. Harsh words and threats have been made, but neither lady will back down.
They have decided to have it out right here, where all their friends and fans can comment as the fight progresses. Members are encouraged to participate with words of encouragement for their favorite woman.
I've rented out a private, carpeted hotel room for the fight. It is roomy enough to accommodate all who wish to attend.
These ladies have threatened to rip one another to pieces, so kick back, get your cocks out, and enjoy the action with me.
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Just want to give you a glimpse of the prize they're fighting for.
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My body tingling with the tension of the pending fight, I am glad to see that Lucky wasn’t cheap and obtained a first class hotel suite with plenty of room and a plush carpet. It probably is used for corporate hospitality events, as it has a fully stocked bar. Managing to enter the crowded room, I hear the bustle and banter of the excited invitees all offering remarks about the upcoming fight.
Taken with Lucky and his manliness, I have been providing him the quality companionship he needs to lift himself away from assorted gutter trash like his wife Maureen, only to discover that he has been playing with yet another lowlife ‘een’, Jolene.
After informing her that Lucky is ‘taken’ the bitch had the nerve to insult and threaten me, boasting about what a toughie she is. Things escalated, as we bickered, but I have risen to my professional status from a rough Irish neighborhood and have never forgotten how to scrap for what I want, and I want Lucky. We challenged each other to settle this, and agreed upon tonight’s battle.
So here I am, in a short black dress, trimmed with silver, and wearing silver heels, my smooth white skin a contrast to the greasy blotchy skin of my foe. Not seeing her, I stride through the crowd, the object of everyone’s looks, some at my hair, some at my legs, many at my breasts. I would never wear something so short or revealing, except by special request. Lucky wanted us in sexy outfits, and he has it from me. Wearing only a black thong under my dress, my full DDs shimmy enticingly.
My red hair is up, am wearing a custom perfume from Bermuda, my silver jewelry glistens, my nails are ready as I pad through the crowd and around a corner, figuring I might find my foe at the bar. I can’t help it, my heart is pounding. We have agreed to a brutal catfight for the man we want and for pride. The winner won’t be merciful to the bitch that is beaten.
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This is going to be nasty, both ladies more than capable. Although I think linda has the slight edge, it wont be easy and Jolene looks dangerous and both women look like they can fight dirty (and we all hope they do). No matter what, Lucky will be real winner here!
Have at it!!!
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Jolene takes this mature battle, her hard nips on full display as she sits her rival. hot stuff :o
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this should be hot.
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Holy Crap! You can cut the tension in the room with a knife. Knowing what is about to take place, my cock is beginning to throb in anticipation. Both Linda and Jolene have shown up in their sexiest, and most revealing outfits. The sensuality displayed by these two combatants is something that can only be found in mature, experienced and confident women such as these ladies. Can't wait till they set their eyes on one another.
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Neither seeing or hearing my foe, tapping my foot in frustration, I decline offered drinks and arch up to overlook the crowd, slowly scanning it for my foe, my delicate pink nipples rubbing my dress, and receiving intent stares when a shrill sound makes me start. Unmistakably, Jolene has arrived, announced by her bark. I turn and she is no more than twelve feet away, taller than me to start with by two inches and her heels even higher than mine. She looks big, and thick, and coarse, wearing some red halter thing that she bulges out of.
As nervous as I felt, her appearance in her tramp outfit with her lined mouth frowning at me, converts trepidation into resolve. “Right, time to peel you like the overripe tomato you are imitating.” My childish insult gets nervous snickers, as I am closing ground on her. Before getting too close, I pivot, dress rising, displaying myself in a ritual, turning through 360 degrees, the fortunate getting a view of my buns and a flash of my thong, before facing you and matching your pose with my own spread legs.
Closer now, comparing you with me, seeing your puffy face intent, as my nostrils flare and my posture shows me clearly readying for action. Displaying a grace I surprise myself with, I smoothly remove my heels from my white legs, as agreed between us. There is a moan from some men, who apparently thought we would be spiking each other. I feel that I am starting to glisten, as my toes dig into the carpet, balancing on the balls of my feet.
I glance over to the hyper excited Lucky and suck in a breath, my breasts rising, smiling as I see him look me up and down. The crowd is murmuring, knowing that they are seconds away from battle. I gesture at you, as if you are too dim to remove those streetwalker pumps, as I can feel the hatred bubbling.
“Till the winner is finished, bitch”.
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My cock stiffens as each fighter enters the room and looks for her opponent, looking sexy in their dresses and heels. I'm in conflict myself because I hear Linda say she is Irish and I want to support my own. But then in walks Jolene in her red halter and 5" heels looking tough and nasty!
My heart says support Linda, my head says put your money on Jolene and my cock says....."Who cares" FIGHT!
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Jolene is one strong tough woman. She will win this long and nasty fight.
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My brunette opponent gives me her complete attention, just like the entire room, before forcing a defensive sneer on her mouth when she clumsily remembers to remove her heels. She seems less lofty, and more bulky unshod, and almost gets a boot in the butt from me as she bends over and displays acres of rump split by a red thong.
I feel anger rising as she makes unwanted small talk with a guest before shuffling over to me, closer and closer, till she makes contact. This arrogant slut pushes her tits into mine, the flesh melding. I involuntarily sniff with disdain, catching her scent as she looks right at me, our eyes meeting as she scornfully lies about Lucky and I.
Those piggish eyes shift as our moment of tit to tit contact seems forever and all peer in to watch the pre- fight ritual as I twist my torso to the left, my elegant black clad breast shifting along your red covered one. I proclaim how “Lucky is….” and ram my right hip at your crotch and stab my right leg between your legs to hook at your left leg and trip you. My right hand grabs at that red rag down low and yanks towards me, as I bang my head at you, grabbing for your right arm with my left.
We were inches apart, now we are as close as can be, me feeling your flesh on mine as I try to overbalance you while the suddenness of the action and the close quarters leave it a blur to the crowd. Short dresses rise, flesh and thongs peek as I desperately shove, prod and pull to topple you over to the right. I growl “Down, Bitch”.
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wow, this is a true war to be fought out between those marvellous mature ladies. I help myself to a glass of the exquisite champagne and can feel my cock throbbing and enlarging while I relish the sight their stance...leg spreaded, hands on their hips and ready to catfight. go ladies, fight!
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Jolene seems to be dominating so far, early days though. Both girls are still full of energy and there is plenty of time for everything to change.
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After the posturing both Jolene and I indulged in, the sudden outburst of violence is almost disorienting. My efforts to grapple, trip and head butt have left the thick brunette still standing, and she has returned a knee to my crotch, a palm to my tit and is trying to get ME to go down.
Gasping as her knee lodges between my thighs, I hear shouts, wild shouts. HER TIT IS FLAPPING, STRIP HER! GET YOUR DRESS DOWN, YOUR ASS IS HANGING OUT! And am aware that my dress has ridden up, and Jolene’s flimsy red rag is giving out, exposing your drooping teat. Your palm is pressing on my breast, which may escape my dress with further pressure.
With both your hands occupied, I get a wonderful opportunity to stab my left hand at your thong and grab it, yanking, and to rake my right hand at your exposed breast. Your thong stretches, exposing some very nasty snatch, but everyone is focused on my nails leaving tracks on your naked boob. As you push at me, I twist again, and don’t fight gravity, but rather try to clamber aboard you for a mutual drop to the carpet.
I can’t waste time or effort on the crowd, but hear someone shout MILK THE COW LINDA, and my eyes catch an inspirational glimpse of your torn titty. GET PICTURES OF HER PUSSY and pray they are talking of yours.
I see strands of red hair wafting, but the close quarters and our impeding limbs have denied each of us crushing blows….so far.
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wow, this is a true war to be fought out between those marvellous mature ladies. I help myself to a glass of the exquisite champagne and can feel my cock throbbing and enlarging while I relish the sight their stance...leg spreaded, hands on their hips and ready to catfight. go ladies, fight!
As I stand next to Corbin I also help myself to a slender glass of champagne. I can easily notice the developing bulge between Corbin's pant legs as we take in the action between Linda and Jolene. I place my left hand over Corbin's package and begin to slowly rub it. At the same time, I yell " Milk that Bitch's sloppy tits, Linda". Corbin almost spills his drink. I can't believe I'm cheering for this homely rag of a woman who is fighting to win my husband's cock! My vote went to the ugliest of the two.
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Lurching, almost embracing, on the carpet with the sweaty sow, I feel my dress yanked down, and your fingers starting to maul my pretty white titty, but am rewarded by your yells and the shout: LINDA GOT THAT TIT GOOD, informing me that my nails scored and scraped. Owwwwwww my hair tightens as we pirouette downward to the carpet, landing with a padded splat, your flesh on me.
Gasping from the impact, my legs come up and lock around your pudgy waist, your legs, that drove us down, stretched out, your dress high, thong almost hidden in your ass, which is waving to the crowd. The catty remarks about your dimpled butt would make anyone blush.
Abandoning my grip on your thong, which is buried in some crevice, I shove one hand up under your chin, prying it up hard and stopping a head butt, while boxing your ear and then grabbing to pull an earring, or just the bare flesh, with the other. I literally spit my hatred at you, spittle slicking your snarling face as I start to squeeze my legs and rock you over.
Galvanized by the shouts that “JOLENE IS ON HER”, and the pain in my breast, we start to twist, my white hip emerging as the roll begins. I hear “SQUEEZE HER LINDA, ROLL HER OVER!” as we shift. Our dresses knotting up around our middles, we are in full contact, me forcing myself tightly into your clammy, sweaty body.
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you two are such sexy ladies....very hard choice.....but finally my vote went to linda....
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as the fight between those hellcats seems to take on heat and the hatred is percetibly filling the air I feel at least equally lucky to have maureen standing beside me. In the nick of time I got the opportunitiy of having an additional reeson to sport one of my rock hardest erections ever. Thankfully I wear no underwear under my skin tight letex pants as I usually love to wear fetish attire when watching a catfight ( yeah, Jeans and Leather serve as well). Maureen somehow lenghtens my egorging cock along my inner thighs as if to prevent me from sticking it out too vsibly for the other folks. I watch the fighting ladies in awe since they satisfy my longing for fighting and rolling on the carpet with their dresses being messed up
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linda! linda! linda! 8)
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Looking up at you as you arch back, from both my palm pushing your chin and your efforts to straighten your arms and brace yourself up, your mauled titty dangles and I hear your heavy breathing. Damn, you look like a truck driver and act like a bulldozer, as you inch yourself and my ‘dainty’ bottom upwards with your whole body straining.
Wincing from the after effect of my torn hair and floor thumped head, I squeeze my legs and thighs tightly, hearing an enforced gasp, although I might have felt the gasp, there is so much noise. “LOOK , THEIR TITS ARE RED.” “ I CAN SEE PUBES”. In other circumstances, I would be mortified, but this is for keeps and Lucky’s delectable cock!
Your arms straight, your boobs hanging, I let go of your ear and grab your left tit around as much of its base as I can. My other hand lets your chin go and chokes up on the rest of that udder and I haul and yank, my nails helping to grip. I see that brownish nipple and bulging flesh sticking out like it was going to pop!
Twisting tit as I pull, I almost feel my whole torso hanging on it, as you have yourself propped up on your hands and knees. Unable to think of any smart remarks I shout “My tits will always be better than yours!” I hear wild screams, as I tuck my head in to avoid retribution.
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I am so thrilled to be attending this knock down drag out brawl between Linda and Jolene. What a raunchy crowd..............yelling for "titties to be milked", and "gashes to be ripped open". My goodness, this is a far cry from when I used to do some fighting for Lucky's magnificent cock. Back then it was just me, Lucky, and some cxnt (usually his wife, Maureen). Anyway, I'm glad I came. I've already made friends with several of the hunks in the audience and plan on climbing aboard at least one of them tonight.
By the way. I voted for Linda. Mainly because she's the one I know.
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I see all your evil schemes for me wilting away as I get a sharp nailed stranglehold on your sausage like tit meat and you screech in agony. You grimace and jerk in my grip as I feel my nails sinking in. Oh do you deserve this as I am just gleeful, my sturdy thighs locking you in place for more ‘milking’.
“You can’t escape”, even though you lift your hands off the floor and….OOOo…my always expressive face shows real pain as you plop one paw on my right tit, shoving it to my side, and another on my left. My delicate white breasts are oozing into the carpet as you prop yourself up on them. “No, you fat fucking Moose, not MY tits!” and my noisiness goes into overdrive, cursing and snorting and bellowing.
This bovine lump wants to trade torture, as I see it in her eyes through my bleary ones. I drag your wrung out tit to my face and jam that bulging end in my mouth and nip! This bitch better get off my boobs, or I am taking this home to Lucky!.
The room is pandemonium as people try for a better view and scream suggestions about claws
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very good fight , both women are strong and sex-starved on the beautiful cock, it will hard fight and in the end will Jolene that, which with stick on on yours cock
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I now Jolene, she is hard fighter, she will beat the other women badly
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Thank goodness, one of my sweet titties is free, as you switch to grabbing at my hair, pushing my head down, and dragging my teeth off the hamburger like end of your wrecked breast. But my other tit, you are using it as a prop to shove yourself up, my white flesh now a gouged cherry color! Yeoowwww “you ugly whore! Bitch, How could you!”
DIG INTO THOSE TITS ! MAUL HER! Helpful suggestions fly, am drenched, you must be pouring sweat. I grimace as you push yourself up and arch back….and I unclamp my legs, rip my hands off your boob, and twist them so each one palms a tit, and I shove…heaving you backwards. Gasps from the crowd as they see us separate and observe how stretched, strained and mauled your purpling tit is. Droplets of blood scatter. WAY TO GO LINDA!
My bush is peeking out from either side of my black thong as I lash a foot out towards your crotch to send you on your way. I gulp in air. Given space, I desperately want to check out what damage we have caused each other. Your makeup is a disaster, and my hair has been shredded. “Wait till I get that big cxnt of yours!”
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Big boobs have been mauled beyond belief..................bring on the pussy attacks. Time to let the fur fly. I can feel my semen bubbling in my cum-filled balls, yearning for a winner.
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Seeing you gasping at a safe distance, from both your exertions and the squeezing of my strong thighs, I wriggle up from the carpet, leaving my dress in a heap. I gasp out a sneer that your red thong is still deeply embedded in your slit from my yanking at the start of our war, but take note of the pubes and pussy that is showing. My tits hurt, but can’t be anything like that ruined left tit of yours, and I instinctively flip my hair back, even if that is sort of pointless after your ripping.
Pink tipped titties heaving, I realize that you actually tried to kick me in the snatch, and I remind myself what a dirty fighter you are. I rock forward, getting my footing as I feel the hurt from my jiggling boobs and threaten you with a bush plucking before I give your right breast the treatment.
My white buns twitch like a cat about to pounce, eliciting some ribald remarks about my ass, while the state of my hair and your woeful tit seem to attract female comments. My eyes are wide as I suck in air, and as if it is a triumph, I take a first step towards you. “Everyone ready to see that whore’s pussy?” I ask, and I generate some cheers from the intent mob, as I concentrate my whole being on your destruction and humiliation.
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Gasps from the assembled crowd as I advance, and you slide to the side, with me pivoting to face you, my legs tensed. “Covering up that mangy muff? Lucky tells me mine is so much better.” Your slippery avoidance of direct woman to woman combat raises my confidence as my talons are poised to threaten your flesh. “PIN THAT PUSSY LINDA”.
With a jut jawed look of Irish determination, my right foot steps, no feints, then lunges with a second pump and my right arm lashes out at your wounded left breast, as I charge in to the tension charged screams of the crowd. My left hand is seeking to carve between your legs as you shift to protect your titty. "I’m going to scalp you and yank your fucking lips off!"
It’s all or nothing, I feel exhilarated to throw myself into you and finally dig into your vile tits and twat.
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cant stand either of these old whores hope they both hurt and injure each other badly id love to fight lin again an as for Jolene anytime bitch
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Not brave enough to meet me head on as I take the fight to her yet again, the slimey bitch tugs on my attacking arm and swings behind me, grabbing at my neck and shoving at my right arm. Still on my adrenalin high, as you babble something, my head snaps back, going with the pull, banging forcefully into something hard, chin or nose, while my left elbow smacks your belly.
You talks of tone, but there is plenty of pudge for my elbow to dig in. Instead of breaking free with my gained space, I pivot, stomping at your foot, my tits swinging into yours. Wounded tits slithering together, we are standing face to face, so close that I can’t even focus on your face, just feel you breathing and panting as I hope to see a mashed lip or nose.
Shaking out the cobwebs from the head bang, I realize we will both be rushing to attack and I have to be the first to score.
After our earlier struggle on the ground, this encounter takes place at lightning speed, the mob having to explain to itself 'what the hell happened' but immediately screaming nasty advice when it sees my plush white body almost on top of your sallow dumpy one.
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Jolene probably.
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Fleshy thuds, grunts, ooph’s and yowls pierce the hotel suite as we score hit after hit. My moment of hesitation costs, as you push yourself faster and grab my tender titties, callously hauling on them, and land a knee in my crotch, my ass flapping and me bellowing in pain. Pulled forward by my boobs, and wincing, I grab your thong and with a zip to one side, and a zip to the other, splay your cxnt lips before yanking up hard with my right hand.
My other hand grabs the revealed thatch of fur and yanks as your supporters stare, losing voice, and mine howl as your pink shows and is being sawn by your thong, and the dark pubes are already flying. GET THAT GREASY cxnt an indelicate fan shouts, while another prays for pictures.
Pushing my head under your chin, I block your viewof my attacks as I make sure Lucky won’t play with this nasty snatch.
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Knowing I have hurt your ugly twat, I try to saw your thong at your clit, having already forced you to release your attack on my left breast, when I feel your invading hand in my thong grabbing my precious pubes! Yeowwww,,you pried them loose already while you give no mercy to my right breast. Yanked surprisingly hard to my left, I teeter on one foot as your nails work into my soft white orb. “OWWWwww fuck, my tit!”
As if that is not enough, you start to saw my thong between my genreous pink petals, my pussy being split by the black fabric. My eyes go wide at the intrusion.
Bitch! Bitch! While still sawing at your pussy with one hand, I leave remnants of your bush on the floor and try to enter your foul hole with the claws of my other.
The crowd is crazed as it looks like the finale of a fireworks display, the classy white fleshed lady slashing into the tanned street whore.
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My noisiness has risen to new levels, as I react to pain and express frustrations and fury. My tit is being tenderized, and my rib bruised by your persistent battering, and I feel nails digging into it. She must know how much Lucky loves worshiping it! Damn, it hurts! OOWWWwwwwww
Your swollen pussy has been on display in its berry red shade, as my thong jerking has almost carved a new groove by this time. “KEEP YANKING IT UP THERE, YOU ARE GRINDING IT TO A PULP!” Trying for payback, you pull on my black thong and I rise on my toes as I feel the fabric strain, then give way. Fuck, why did mine rip, not hers? As I flop back down, I slide my right leg into your left and nudge it apart, further to the left.
Still slicing your pussy with your damp and abrading thong, I must be taking skin off. My left hand digs nails into your love lip, gouges and rips it, before going up to wrench your hand from my boob. Rocking back my right leg I scream “take it all” as I gleefully launch a kick at that splayed and spread target.
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Yeowwwwwwm my tits are used as handles, the pliable flesh tugged apart with new gouges on them as I feel motion down low. My jaw drops as I see your knee rising at my honey pot, thumping lightly with my elegant leg on it’s mission to your mean slit. There are two meaty splats as our limbs hit, and I stagger, almost falling but held up by my mauled titties. I moan but instantly seek to attack this enraged sow.
Your thong is waving in my hand, torn loose by the impact of my leg, but instantly dropped as my hand slides down your paunch, thumb extending as it feels that coarse rubble of a bush, and digging into the delicate flesh and gouging as it drops into your folds. “PEEL HER PUSSY LINDA”
My mouth forms an O, as you jam fingers into my twat, am amazed, you must have greased them! I clench my thighs to keep you from invading my snug snatch any further. My left hand slides around your haunch and digs in, peeling your dimpled cheek open and carving your bacon butt. “THEY ARE BOTH NAKED!” “SHE IS OPEN, GET HER!” the one thing I hear clearly, is it her or me?
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The crowd is in a frenzy now as both fighter's mature pussies become fully displayed and will certainly be attacked. Besides myself, I can count at least a dozen other spectators who have whipped out their dicks and are now feverishly jerking themselves off while watching the contest. At this point a few female attendees decide to help out with handjobs.
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Yanking my left hand back, I grab your cxnt gouging wrist and pull on it, as I squirm on your fingers, my thighs opening. Your thigh closing doesn’t stop my thumbs real action, the nail jabbing in for your clit, slicing at the hood and going further to scrape the bejesus out of it and then dig formore. When my nail flicks that sweet spot, and you howl, I grit and heave my ass back, getting your nails out of my pussy at the cost of horrible scratches and screeches.
Your low hand held by me, your high one attacking my poor breast, I am pained, but my pussy is safe from your claws. I half squat to ensure you can’t get your tits tugger down and as your mangled tit hangs right in front of me I give you a chance: “Submit before I cut your clit in half, you dumpy whore!” “TROPHY TIME!”
From the rear, my bottom waves at the mob, my now gaping pink pussy lips hanging out, framed by my pubes, my twat spread, but I smirk as you can’t get your fucking hands on it. I can imagine the men drooling over it as I take this slut out at last.
Our screams wind down, as I wait for the big one from you, as my thumb nail squirms in, two other fingers clutching your slimey twat to keep you in place. A little drop of blood seeping from my pussy reminds me how much I owe you as I look up in your eyes so I can see your face.
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Tear up that pussy, claw the bitch
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Fuck the bitch up Lin
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Lins gonna rip you apart Jolene and I'm going to love watching it happen
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What I get from your cxnt torture isn’t what I expected. Your knee flies up and hammers my chin, rocking my body, as my body trembles…OOoooooooooo. My tit is released and I don’t even realize that or having my red stained thumb roughly tugged from your clit. Slowly, my legs push up, the exposed rear view of my pussy more modest as I shake my head and press my hands on my knees, trying to get up all the way.
WATCH OUT LIN, LOOK! Huh, and your forearm hits cheek and mouth knocking my head sideways. AArghhhhhhh “oh, my head” I wobble, half upright, head going to one side, then the other, before looking at your dark haired visage clearing up in front of me.
Recovering motor function, I shift my leg to brace myself, gasping ‘what the hell happened’ There is a wild humming roar in the room, pleading sounds for Linda and tons of chants for….Jolene? I now see your bruised boob wobbling and your red swollen gash, and notice your lips moving and body shifting. Where is Lucky I wonder. This can't be.
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Lins gonna rip you apart Jolene and I'm going to love watching it happen
Have you looked at the voting lately, Jess? No way your woman Linda is going to beat Jolene.
I'll show you the error of your thiking anytime...
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I rock back as I feel you nearing me, heaving my right hand up just seconds too late to impede your roundhouse, Whack…Owwwww… I teeter, titties jiggling as I try to muster up a response, when the backhand..Thwap… sends me wobbling the other way.
If only I could claw her, but she is so fucking fast! I step back, cock my head and put my hands up “better, no, not a better woman” I mutter tearily. I test my legs to see if they have a kick left in them, as I glimpse your swollen pussy. Whatever I do, has to be soon, as I am heaving for breath and am bleeding from top to bottom. “YOU CAN DO IT LINDA. TOUGH IT OUT.
You seem so cocky, as I stiffen up, ready to lash out once more, somehow. I can’t submit to her, I can’t..and in fornt of everyone.
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This is it, she is almost close enough to risk a kick to that mauled twat, when instead, your knee just flashes, up and into my snatch and I scream from cxnt pain. All thoughts of attack, or anything, vanish as I go rubber legged.
A blur of tan, greasy flesh surrounds me, shoving and pulling me to the carpet, my hair yanked yet again as I wince, still squirming from the pussy shot. Eyes following your moves, but my limbs not moving as your knees pin my arms, and your scratched butt weighs on me. Oh my God, you have beaten me! You are looking down on me, and happily meeting the stares of everyone in the room!
There is so much noise, I can’t follow some harshly uttered statement from you, but feel your hand on my tit and twat accenting it. The room actually quiets as this time I hear your threat, and even worse, what you want me to say. My teary eyes scan the room of all the folks with refills of their drinks and big smiles. A couple of lovely ladies, Jess and Roberta, look on mournfully. The last thing I want to see is that slut Maureen, but she is front and center.
I can’t see Lucky, probably for the best, maybe he couldn’t stand seeing his love lose. My lower lip flutters, your patience is thin as you dig into my titty, I mutter “you’re better” and to avoid more prodding , I raise my voice “You are the better woman. OK? Get off me” and I start to cry.
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Jolene, as I stated earlier, I'm saving my load for the eventual winner of this fight. There is still a bit of time left. Damn, I knew I should have made this poll run for a full week instead of 5 days. You two ladies have provided us catfight fans with more action in this one brawl than any ten other poll fights combined. You both have garnered many new fans who appreciate your style of catfighting. I knew it was a great match-up, but had no idea it would have been as nasty as it was.
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Not in a fully rational state, my feet start flipping and jerking as you slide up my sweaty body “no, no…you can’t” yet you keep shifting up, your butt rubbing my sore tits making me squeak in pain. My eyes go large as I get a close up view of your wounded pussy, and a waft of overheated woman.
Trying to shift my head away, I have enough hair left to be used as a handle and am firmly placed and instructed. I wimper, think of biting, but the pressure on my squashed breasts and the feebleness of my kicking legs argues no. I groan and make a tentative lap of your tender pussy and get a little shiver from you, and a roar of cheers, jeers and shouts from the crowd. “LICK IT’. “GET YOUR TONGUE WORKING” “IS IT TASTY?”
I look up for mercy, questioningly “have I done it? I have, haven’t I?” but you don’t move. Writhing, my whole lower body exposed behind you, I nuzzle in to your slick cxnt, “oh god, it’s wet” as everyone, most importantly you, expect more.
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Uughhhh, instead of Lucky’s cock, I am burrowing into this cxnt, Jolene’s nasty snatch. Having to lap and lick, half smothered, there is a light thunk of my head on the carpet as she pushes me away, letting me know I am done with my task.
I have a residue all around my battered face: mouth, chin, nose, everything, and pubes stuck to it. Ptooi! As I watch you rise to claim the prize, I feel so beaten and frustrated.
I see Lucky, he is beaming, I can’t believe I went through all this as I start to feel very degradingly naked as I sprawl on the carpet. Wounded and exhausted I scan the suite for an escape.
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Having somehow survived my losing fight with Jolene, I have to congratulate her on her hard fought and decisive victory over me. She was mean and nasty, but maybe I was too. We were there to win Lucky, and only one of us got him.
It was intense, and I want to thank all those who watched, participated, voted and cheered. Thanks to Lucky, who set up the poll, and Jolene who gave it her all as we twisted, clawed, kneed and (in my case) bit. We came close to exhausting each other and I may find other foes before seeking her out again. She is not only tough, but fair. I hope Lucky is as loyal and faithful to her as always.
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As much as it pains me to see Linda humiliated, and in so much agony at the hands of Jolene, I realize I must fulfill my obligation to The winner of this hate-filled battle. My balls are blue and aching from forcing myself to stop from ejaculating at least a dozen times during the fight. Now, it's all yours Jolene............I saved it for you. I will fill up your glorious, and victorious pussy to it's brim.
I'm heading to the master suite, Jolene. Cum with me..............cum enjoy the prize you so fiercely fought for.
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thank the two of you for this incredible catfight and the scenario on the whole. I jerked off couple of times during your catfight . nothing better than mature female flesh crushes into each other
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thank the two of you for this incredible catfight and the scenario on the whole. I jerked off couple of times during your catfight . nothing better than mature female flesh crushes into each other
Corbin, I hope I was of some assistance.
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thank the two of you for this incredible catfight and the scenario on the whole. I jerked off couple of times during your catfight . nothing better than mature female flesh crushes into each other
Corbin, I hope I was of some assistance.
you can be very assured of this fact. as lucky already mentioned after you beginning your stint with helping me;-), couple of guys got lucky having a woman standing besides them. they seem to have joined us after a while
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Well, I am glad that my exertions were productive! Fortunately, not only were Jolene and I skilled and intense fighters, but I (without thinking of it) provided a rear view of 'Irish Pink' that must have driven the guys crazy while I was attacking and displaying the gash of my opponent. I suppose I should get points for that!
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You do Linda, and not only for that that you get points
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I am still shaking my head over my duel with Jolene. One moment, I was scratching her slug like clit like a dog with an itch, the next moment, I was looking up at it and had to salve it’s wounds with my tongue! In an effort to console me, the fan who had sent me pictures of my last fight forwarded a select batch of this one, saying he thinks the selection caught the true flavor of the brawl.
I think my fan was a little less selective this time, because I had to weed out a few unseemly shots, but all in all I feel this series of photos was about right. The archtypical face off picture had Jolene, dressed in red brushing her titty against my upright boob garbed in classy black, just before our fight erupted. Then the second picture was of an upright scramble with me pulling on her dress and revealing her flapping tit, and than an unkempt twat as I pulled her thong high and tight!
We toppled to the carpet, me maneuvering to scissor her waist as she pried herself upwards, boobs dangling, when I obtained a two handed stranglehold on a flopper, and almost tugged it off. The third picture showed Jolene’s distress and agony from my efforts. A needless fourth picture showed some maneuvering, but the fifth picture showed me biting down on her boob and her howling as I kicked her away, my eyes were gleaming!
I don’t see the need for the sixth picture, where we both got up minus our dresses, and displaying bruises and scratches, but the seventh shows me charging at Jolene and her trying to fend me off. The eight pic shows us after Jolene snuck behind me and got her chin rammed and her tummy elbowed. That is a good one…her mouth all pursed up! Somehow we ended up face to face and the ninth picture shows Jolene smirking, and her knee peeking thru between my legs as her hands are pulling on something around chest high. I don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but there should have been a better selection of photos.
The tenth pic has me teaching her a lesson, sawing her thong up hard and plucking pubes. While in some stupid effort for balance, the eleventh picture shows my tits being yanked and a gob of red pubes in the air.
The twelfth shot shows us nude for the first time, our thongs off, red faced and titty scratched, with both of us clutching at our mounds. I sure must have hurt her!
It got confusing here, because I think my fan's sequencing was wrong. The thirteenth shot has me wide eyed and open mouthed, as Jolene looks to be going low and dirty, but the fourteenth has me happily jabbing at Jolene’s mound (I was going for her clit!) while the angle made it look like I was waving my bottom at the crowd. The next to last shot is blurry, lots of motion and I am standing up, facing her down. Then there is a smiling picture of Jolene’s face, while all that can be seen of me is some red hair in her hands. While not of the best quality, I gather my fan was distracted by some of the ‘goings on’ of the mob around him, and forgive him for not getting focused snap shots.
I accept these sixteen photos as a fairly accurate rendering of the ‘Jolene/Linda fight for cock’ and submit them for the historical record. If anyone has better photos, please offer them for review. ;)