FreeCatFights
General Category => General Discussion about Catfights => Topic started by: LUCKYODAY9 on January 06, 2022, 02:33:27 PM
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How many of you would agree? What this world needs is more wife on wife catfights. There's nothing more sexy than two vicious wives clawing away at each other in front of their smiling husbands. How many husbands on here love jacking off to the thought of their wife in a brutal catfight?
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My wife has fought in the past, and I enjoy the thought of seeing her battle it out with another guys wife.
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totally agree lucky, the idea of my wife fighting another gets me rock hard as does the thought of others fighting. the $600 wager is still the best concept.
think on 2022 we need more producers to try and get wives fighting and get these on camera !!
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Nothing hotter no doubt
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Now, all you horny hubbies out there, what's better than having a cold can of beer and watching a ferocious wife vs wife no rules catfight? Especially if there's something long and hard waiting for the winner of the battle.
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Two mature, sexy wives going at each other tooth and nail while their husbands watch with ill concealed pleasure. What could be better! Especially if the encounter is the result of a genuine animosity between the two women, and a desire of each to dominate the other.
I'm surprised there isn't a specific 'wife v wife' section on the forum
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Now, all you horny hubbies out there, what's better than having a cold can of beer and watching a ferocious wife vs wife no rules catfight? Especially if there's something long and hard waiting for the winner of the battle.
Even better if there are 2 long and hard things for the winner!!
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Two mature, sexy wives going at each other tooth and nail while their husbands watch with ill concealed pleasure. What could be better! Especially if the encounter is the result of a genuine animosity between the two women, and a desire of each to dominate the other.
I'm surprised there isn't a specific 'wife v wife' section on the forum
I agree 100%................a special wife on wife fight section would no doubt be a popular category. I'm finding that the majority of husbands I know dream of their wife catfighting another wife. How many of you husbands out their could go for something like this?
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This topic never fails to draw me in. I always imagine myself beaming and preening over the carcass of the beaten bitch, as the two men admire me. It would be even better if the loser is whimpering and crying over the marks I left.
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One of the most satisfying things I would have to think would be besting a wife in front of both men. True or not the losing wife would always be wondering if he saw her as second best and the winning wife would no doubt be on top of the world knowing she showed both men and her rival the pecking order. Most likely from then on she’d make little comments, or give looks as if to say don’t forget who’s in charge here. If the two were in the same circle of friends would be a look or a remark a way from a rematch. Though one loss would be bad, would the losing wife take the chance to try again? Two loses would be like a permanent scar. Leaving no doubt then , that it was no fluke she had lost the first time and her rival would be even more emboldened from now on.
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A male here. I somewhat disagree. I do love the idea of two wives in a catfight, absolutely !!!. However, your term "brutal" is not erotic and is not going to turn me on. I am not a fan of violence at all. Sorry. I do not want the wives getting seriously hurt. Slapping and pulling hair is fine, but I don't want to see someone with broken bones, a concussion, dislocated foot, loss of tooth, etc,... There's enough of that in women's MMA/UFC.
However, a scenario that would be erotic and would make me horny as hell would be something where both women are at the office, wedding, party, dance club, etc,...wearing nice clothes (dress, business suit, etc,...) and barefoot and the catfight starts where they try to rip the others clothes off. Now, that would be sexy as hell !!!
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I agree with Horney Jew except for one thing. I would like both wives to wear pantyhose with their outfits. I have a nylon fetish. I wouldn't want them to get hurt just a very intense struggle with some hair pulling clothes grabbing and runs in their pantyhose. No clear winner which leaves it open for another match.
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I have to agree, I love watching my sexy wife fighting another hot mature wife in sexy undies or topless. Nothing better, such a massive turn on, especially if she wins.
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Just to make you aware, if any of you horny hubbies out there are wanting to see your wife battle it out with another wife, I'm available for a limited rules naked catfight with your lady (no face punches, no broken bones, no blood). My own husband is a huge catfight enthusiast and will also attend. Let's keep the hubbies happy and give them what they want to see. If we're lucky just maybe the guys will reciprocate and put on a show for us. You never know.
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Just to make you aware, if any of you horny hubbies out there are wanting to see your wife battle it out with another wife, I'm available for a limited rules naked catfight with your lady (no face punches, no broken bones, no blood). My own husband is a huge catfight enthusiast and will also attend. Let's keep the hubbies happy and give them what they want to see. If we're lucky just maybe the guys will reciprocate and put on a show for us. You never know.
Love to see u bald an overconfident wife…..
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Just to make you aware, if any of you horny hubbies out there are wanting to see your wife battle it out with another wife, I'm available for a limited rules naked catfight with your lady (no face punches, no broken bones, no blood). My own husband is a huge catfight enthusiast and will also attend. Let's keep the hubbies happy and give them what they want to see. If we're lucky just maybe the guys will reciprocate and put on a show for us. You never know.
Love to see u bald an overconfident wife…..
With pleasure. The Bitchier the wife, the dirtier the catfight.
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I swore i would not reply to a Maureen post, but I guess I lied. We all know that maureen would fight dirty (ier), but her loose pussy would be her downfall as it is grabbed and tugged till she squeals. It would give me and lucky great pleasure for this to happen, and to have the classier woman win..
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Take it to her Linda. Maureen has been waving that cavern around forever and it's starting to stink.
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I swore i would not reply to a Maureen post, but I guess I lied. We all know that maureen would fight dirty (ier), but her loose pussy would be her downfall as it is grabbed and tugged till she squeals. It would give me and lucky great pleasure for this to happen, and to have the classier woman win..
I want to make one thing clear, I have caught Linda in a compromising position with my husband, Lucky, in the past and have sent her big fat white ass crawling out the door in shame. You certainly didn't appear to be too classy at that point, you Cow.
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Take it to her Linda. Maureen has been waving that cavern around forever and it's starting to stink.
The only thing "wicked" about you is your ugly face. My husband wouldn't fuck you with somebody elses dick.
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If your husbands got a dick, somebody probably left it in him. After trying to unplug that septic hole you call a cxnt for all these years it has to have rotted off by now.
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Lol hopefully someone humbles Maureen and her stinky self
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I love this fantasy forum. As Tom Cruise in the movie Risky Business says, "Sometimes, you gotta say WTF" ;D
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Of course.......of course!
This is a gigantic turn-on for me.
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My wife has fought in the past, and I enjoy the thought of seeing her battle it out with another guys wife.
I like brutal fights,but in real life i donr want to see that type)
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Lol hopefully someone humbles Maureen and her stinky self
Maybe you should try humbling Maureen. Then again she’d leave you crawling home with a bald pussy….
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Lol hopefully someone humbles Maureen and her stinky self
Maybe you should try humbling Maureen. Then again she’d leave you crawling home with a bald pussy….
Have to agree with speed here. You should try to HUMBLE my wife mauler maureen yourself. Would enjoy seeing what happens.
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Maybe the Homewrecker and I should chat to see who talks with Maureen
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Maybe the Homewrecker and I should chat to see who talks with Maureen
I'm right here Bitches ! Got something to say ?
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Maybe the Homewrecker and I should chat to see who talks with Maureen
I'm right here Bitches ! Got something to say ?
I'd gladly take a crack at the cxnt.
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Dee vs Maureen would be a classic
They are one of the gold standards for catfighting in my opinion.
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Dee vs Maureen would be a classic
They are one of the gold standards for catfighting in my opinion.
Thank you so much for the nice comment, JT. I owe you a huge hug.
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Building on the concept of a ‘wife fighting community’ , Vanessa and I offer this interactive little vignette:
Luckyville is a nice place, most folks are well behaved, especially since a slight can be dealt with properly. New community members can learn as Vanessa and myself explain and show the process. For example, the two of us bump into each other while shopping, literally. While looking at the shelves, our breasts actually bump. Since she did not apologize properly, I swished mine side to side and knocked her aside and moved on.
While I was satisfied with the outcome, she sputtered and told her Mark about it. Mark would call my hubby Tim and say his Nessa will be challenging me to a tit duel on the weekend, at the hall. You see, everything civilized and under control. The two of us would have the opportunity to set things right as the community judges our ‘merits’.
We might settle this very simply, fully dressed, and push our breasts against one another until one quits, or it might escalate. Everyone could cheer us on. When her breasts were flattened, Vanessa would then admit she deserved what had happened, and the better breasts had the right of way.
Of course, if our husbands had got into it, and claimed that their respective wives had far superior breasts, and would prove it, things would get more intense.
Perhaps Vanessa would like to explain how this might work.
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Very interesting concept.
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First off, let’s get the record sorted out properly.
Yes Linda and I bumped tits in the grocery. Quite literally in fact. And as soon as Linda felt how superior mine are in comparison to her saggy udders she did sway hers side to side. Then before I could reciprocate she goes scurrying away like the groundhog she is.
I get home and relate my frustration to Marc, my husband, and within minutes he has contacted Tim and arranged our little get together. Knowing the history between Linda and I, it took little encouragement to set things up.
So yes, we are going to have a “friendly” little get together to determine who actually has the better breasts. That would be me of course.
And if any of our friends or wives care to compete afterwards then please, by all means, do so. Dee, Maureen, Dawne, Donna or any other wives, show up and let’s see just what develops.
Oh, and Linda dear, this is far from over. In fact, that little bump we exchanged in the store is just the beginning hon.
Vanessa
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Vanessa, no disrespect but I think Linda’s breast will prove superior.
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No disrespect taken. Just tune in to see the outcome
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Earlier, I was trying to explain to the many newcomers in the community how differences can be properly settled between wives, as long as the lesser bitch acknowledges her place. Of course, Vanessa committed multiple errors and sins as to the correct procedures by lying about the initial incident, getting the husbands worked up , and scheduling a full on breast fight.
Instead of keeping this affair low key, she wants to be humiliated in front of everyone. I am going to teach her a lesson and make her an example, one of the main reasons that wives can and should fight, and I opt to fight in jeans and heels, as the challenged party. We can start in bras or not, as she desires. I sort of want to take hers home as a trophy, to be honest.
Various residents are already offering their opinions about what will happen, but I take my responsibility to educate the other wives seriously. This will start out a no hands affair, breast vs breast, but if either of us use our hands, then the other may grab and tug. It can escalate to slaps, and clawing, and biting, in the same manner.
Tim was very patient with Vanessa’s husband, but in the end said that “Linda will stand with her heels on Vanessa’s tits when it is done. Enjoy those stretch marked boobs for the last time!” I’ll bet Vanessa’s tits are shaking with fear, as she realizes I have called her bluff.
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Oh Linda. Once again your twisted little mind has made a vain attempt to skew the story in your favor. I will be the better woman and overlook this obvious discrepancies and freely admit that I am looking forward to the two of us settling this in the exact manner you wish. And yes, as the challenged party you do get to “set the stage” in regards to our attire. I will also be wearing jeans and my black heels. And yes in fact I will have on my black lace bra. And will look forward to hanging yours up in a prominent display in my home after showing you that your saggy overblown breasts are not in my league dear.
A hands off approach is also acceptable. Just rest assured that as soon as your claws come into play then mine will as well. And when, not if, you resort to those tactics I will happily leave you with a fresh set of scars to go along with the ones I have already decorated your “girls” with.
And two can play at this game my dear. My heels will feel so good as I place them atop your tits.
And if during our meeting you elect for things to get a bit dirtier then we can go there as well. Just take care what you start my dear. I remember quite clearly the previous ending of our encounters. And those didn’t go very well for you now did they?
Hugs and squeezes my dear.
Vanessa
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The fight approaches, and am assured that Vanessa is no match for me, in spite of some unfortunate incidents in our past. I let everyone know that I intend to wipe the community hall’s stage with Ms Vanessa’s dangling udders, without resorting to anything other than my ‘Irish Creamers’. I do give her a chance to avoid pain though, and offer a tit duel to orgasm, but I don’t expect her to accept. The horny whore would go off like a rocket.
My jeans look like they are glued on, and I will be wearing red heels and a red bra, accenting my smooth ivory flesh. It is important to look good with all our neighbors watching. I am sure all the men will be ogling the two of us, and praying for the bras to come off early. I wonder how the less endowed in our community feel about all the men staring at us, such as Maureen. It must be even worse for the non- endowed, like Dee. Oh well , never mind them, my Tim reports that he has gotten the OK from Lucky for the fight to take place at prime time in the hall.
The minutes till our duel are ticking down and I start to glisten, as I hear the crowd growing, and our friends offering their opinions. Although I hate the idea of rounds, and rules, the club insists on five minute rounds, and an escape provision if a fighter is in an untenable position. By forfeiting her bra, or her jeans , and finally her panties, any hold must be released. How wonderful will it be if she shouts for escape, and leaves herself naked! Otherwise, the fight goes to submission, targeting only breasts, unless one or the other attacks elsewhere.
This is it, am being called, I blink as I enter the stage from the left, and see a mob, hooting and cheering, and see that brazen slut waving her saggy tits around in a cheap black bra.
“Time for everyone to see what you are made of, Vanessa honey!” as the bell is about to ring.
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This is getting good!
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i'm one of the lucky ones!! my ex wife did 16 sub wrestles for me, but the best of all was the last she did, an arranged catfight!!! will remember it till my dieing day!
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I pull my skin tight jeans up over my black french cut panties. My jeans a perfect fit, like they are painted on. I look at my heavy dd tits in their black bra, firmly yet gently cupping them as I shake and bounce to insure that they are in place.
Hearing a soft murmur from the other side of the door lets me know the crowd is growing. I wonder if many of our friends and rivals will be here watching the two of us tonight. Dee? Maureen? Dawne? maybe a pair of them will decide to join in and have a fight of their own.
I hear Marc tell me through the door that it is time. I walk over after a last glance in the mirror, open the door and walk out to see you standing in front of Marc and Tim shaking your tits in that cheap red bra. I walk out and everyone gets quiet....until a woman's voice rings out "there's gonna be a titfight tonight!'
I walk over and stand in front of you. I reach up and pull the cups down, showing you, and everyone else, my heavy full tits. "you can make it easy on yourself Linda....just tell everyone my tits are better....or we can do this. And I so hope we do this. I am looking forward to leaving a few more marks on those saggy bags you call tits>" I tell you.
I watch you. Awaiting your response.
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Mmm…damn Vanessa
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The audacity of this bitch, the arrogance, the stupidity! As she stands in front of me, her drooping bags hanging over her own bra, I simply step forward and press my firmly supported and compacted breasts into yours and start to grind. My bra’s shirred fabric is rubbing hard, and I shove your titties this way and that. My encased boobs are doing a number on your exposed ones, even squashing the undersides of yours against your own draped down bra.
I happily announce to all “we can see who was telling the truth about breasts being pushed around” as I swish my torso to one side and send your breasts that way. There is a murmur through the crowd. “Lets see if I can lift these things” and with a dip and then an arch, your tits are wiggling in the air.
“Do you want to take a break Vanessa?” your foolish pride giving me this opportunity to scuff up your breasts and score points with the crowd. “We did agree to a no hands duel, didn’t we?” as I advance my protruding weapons against your unprotected ones. “How about head on?” as I lunge forward to mash your floppers.
All the guys who loved seeing this whores rack are getting an education on how to treat trash. My heels clatter as I try to keep you head on, and use the rough fabric of my bra to grind out a submission from you. I watch your beady eyes , knowing you will try some dirty trick, while my pals yell for me to take you down.
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I feel the material of your cheap bra press into my bare flesh. I hear you taunts and mutterings.
“Yeah Linda, we said no hands…to start with. Now that you are here tell me, how does it feel, how does it feel to a tube pressed into a firmer pair?” I ask as I grin.
Wrapping my arms around you I feel your right tit slide in between both of mine. I push my shoulders forward, trapping your tit between my own and then push my shoulders together, squeezing your tit hard between my own.
“Tell me. Feel good bitch?”
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Oops. “A tube” was meant to be “be”
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It is getting hot between us, her perfume wafting, and her hair matting down, as she insists on trying to press on my breasts, better than hers without a bra, while mine are supported and protected. I add to the pressure of her bear hug with my own, her flesh compacting and her outside breast oozing out. As I bear up to the duel, my hugging hands get a grip on her bra strap, just so we don’t slip apart mind you, and tug upward, knowing it will cut into her tits.
I waltz the two of us around, hissing that soon, my heels will be dancing on her boobs. I hitch and hitch on that strap, she must have red marks all over her bags by now. I have to give her credit for trying to worm one of her boobs between mine, but it just isn’t getting in there like she hoped.
Our straining jeans are loudly rustling , tight as a drum, obviously overstuffed on you, making our movements even more stilted and awkward. I lean into you, neither knowing, nor caring how hard I compress your loose tit flesh, or where it will shift to.
I hear all sorts of comments about asses, bellies, red faces and shape, as I grunt and puff, but the crowd doesn’t seem to realize that I am clearly doing better than Vanessa. Even that dumb Nessa doesn’t seem to realize I have an edge, she keeps making stupid remarks and squeezing even harder.
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These two alphas locked in battle is getting me hot and bothered
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I just hope one of them gets the strap on fucking of their life, just can’t decide which. Speed
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We stumble across the floor, our heels not providing the best secure footing. Two pairs of heavy breasts pressing tighter and tighter. I hear you huffing and puffing and lean closer. “You need to work on your cardio bitch.” I sneer into your ear.
I rake my nails up your back as I find both straps to your bra. Yanking them down I lean back just enough for both of our bras to drop down below our sweaty tits. “Now let’s show all of these watchers your scarred saggy tits. And while we are at it show them that mine are obviously the better set.” I say. I give a hard push and find the wall, with your back. I begin to slap my tits side to side against yours. The sweat making all four of our girls slip easily back and forth. “How’s this Linda. You like?” I smirk as I drop down and then drive my heavy pair up tight into your diff undersides. Your Tits almost got up far enough to blacken both of your eyes. As I hear you gasp a bit I raise up on my toes and then drive my tits down on top of yours, pinning them hard to your ribs.
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Owwww, her nails cut into my fair skin as she claws my bra strap down, allowing our breasts to duel tit to tit, in our slow motion clutching waddle. She has the nerve to say I am breathing hard, as she drenches me with her sweat. Unfortunately, as I muse over this nonsense, she has room enough to swing and thrash her tits at mine.
They look and feel like a pair of socks with lumps of clay at the ends and those flesh balls are caroming into my finely formed mammaries. Maybe this stretched them out too much, lord knows she has stretch marks already, but she shoves them under, and then onto my boobs and stops flailing them. As they rest on top of my ‘rack’ I sort of squat under them, and hug her hard, and her floppy jugs squirt right up under our chins.
“No hands Vanessa” as I dip down and grab that upraised nipple with my front teeth and shake it, threatening worse if you dare to shift or claw. I hug hard, and the breast you placed on top of mine, are propped up as targets. My bottom shimmys, there is nothing like having this vile slut in a painful predicament.
The guys debating who they are hoping will win, and what type of punishment the loser should get, can see that I deserve their support. Even the other wives are hoping that the classier of us will win, which of course is me !
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I arrive at the hall and hear all the noise and yelling going on all the way outside before I even get to the door and realize I have arrived late." I hope we haven't missed much " I say to my husband as he holds the door open for me. As we enter, it's even louder as I shoulder and {bump} my way in to get to where the action is. I give the crowd a quick scan and then look up and see what all the commotion is about. Wow, Linda has her teeth buried in Vanessas nipple as Vanessa has her pinned up against the wall!
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As you nip at my hard nipple I hiss out loud “oh you fucking cxnt!” I dig my nails into your shoulder hard as you begin to clamp down a bit tighter, drawing another gasp from my open mouth.
“Fucking bitch. You are right. No hands. How about heels?” I grunt as I raise my foot and slam the sharp point of my heel hard down your Jean covered leg, right into the top of your left foot.
I feel your teeth draw back from my red nipple as your mouth opens in pain. Before you can draw a breath to yell I snarl “ and don’t forget knees slut!” As I then ram my knee up between your legs and right into your worn out pussy.
As you eyes widen in pain and your face turns white as a sheet I lean back, letting you fall forwards. My knee driving up into your belly.
As you drop to your knees I grab two handfuls of your hair and lean forwards, dragging your face in between my sweaty tits. “Let’s see how long you can go without breathing bitch.”
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I take a few seconds and rub my nipple and massage my tits as I look over the room. The looks on the faces are a mixture of excitement and arousal at our beginning of a hell of a dirty titfight. I catch Dawnes eye and grin at her as I nod my head in acknowledgment.
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Vanessa looking sexy smothering Linda.
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"So much for the titfight", I say to Ed, as Vanessa looks around smiling. Wondering if Linda will recover before Vanessa inflicts more damage.
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Right after I taste the first salty tang of Nessa’s breast blood, my foot is almost impaled by your sharp black heel, and I want to scream. Unfortunately, the camel toe on my skin tight jeans seems to suck in a knee, and I am collapsing in a heap, fortunate to have the over eager slut miss with the full strength of her follow up knee to my tummy. It is more than enough, as I am blinded, not by pain, but by greasy Vanessa boobs, billowing around my face.
Sinking to my knees, the bitch holding my hair, I hear a rumble from the mob, all yelling about what a cheater you are I am sure. Trying to stay upright, I clutch you behind your knees and am lucky enough to have you tumbling back on your dumpy ass, a miracle your overstuffed jeans don’t explode on impact. I gasp, my pussy and foot aching, and see a glimpse of red on the stage. My bra had come off, thank God I didn’t ask for a break, I would have had to peel off my jeans!
Still honorable, I don’t use my hands to punch you between the legs as your feet wave in the air, but I protect myself by grabbing your heels and spreading your legs. I hitch forward enough to plant my knee on your crotch, and grind it on the zipper. She probably doesn’t have any panties on, or her style of thong will offer no protection.
My undamaged tits sway proudly, as I watch your bit up flopper wriggle. “This was a tit fight, you cxnt. We were going to set an example to the newer members! You are teaching them to act like Maureens and Dees. It was no hands, and targeting only boobs!” as I lean more heavily on your big snatch with my knee, wishing it was exposed right now.
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A nice back and forth between these two sexy mature ladies.
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The back and forth is getting me horny as hell. ;D
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The back and forth is getting me horny as hell. ;D
I have to agree and it doesn't hurt that it is two incredibly sexy women doing it besides.
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I sneer at you “yeah bitch. A titfight. No hands. That sorta implies tit to tit not using your fucking teeth!” As I get my hands in you hair. Yanking your head down and to the right I pull you over onto your side. Wrapping my arms around you again I slam my tits into yours. As we both struggle I manage to roll on top of you while I begin to bash my fuller heavier tits down onto your pathetic pair of floppy tits. The damage is minimized by your saggy tits splaying out to your sides but I can still hear you grunt every time I slam down on top of you.
“You started this dirty you Whore but I will finish it for you.” I draw back and as I go I reach down and unbutton your jeans. “I am going to strip you naked Whore so all of us can see the scars I have left you with.” As I try and depants uou.
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I just hope these 2 Cows rip each other's tits off. Come on, hands-on !
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Be careful Maureen. You can be next if you’d like.
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We are rolling around, the bitch lying about her having bigger and fuller tits. The only thing bigger on her boobs are those trenches she calls stretch marks. Trying to escape my tits flogging hers, she starts tugging at my jeans. Not wanting to be ‘half mast’ with my heels on, I kick them off, and frantically start to claw at her waistband. I swear her flabby ass and tummy are seeking liberation, as they ooze out with every tug of mine.
Our glued on jeans are no easy prey, and every inch is a struggle. I make sure as I roll onto the slimy whore, that my elbow lands on her flopping bags, and enjoy the yelp. I also let everyone know that the only reason my bush was tugged out once, was I have wiry and easy to grab curls, unlike Nessa’s greasy fleece. We still have not swatted each other yet, a remarkable achievement, due to my sportsmanship setting an example.
Some of the raucous crowd want more brutal action. But for the moment, unveiling the others body is our priority. The jeans are hardly sliding off, being peeled bit by bit. I see the spot on her thigh where my heel stuck back when, and crow to the mob. Look at her scar !
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Ahhhhh................Vanessa vs Linda. Two of my favorite ladies of freecatfights. I love their fierceness and sexiness whenever they tear away at one another's womanhood. Nothing is off limits between these 2 well-endowed mature Babes. I find their catfights almost as primal and sexy as the epic battles my wife Maureen (mauler maureen) has had with her long-time nemesis, Dee (Deefights).
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This is an example of how wives fighting creates community spirit. Lucky sees two elegant wives fighitng (Neither his own ) and is obviously happy that they are settling their differences openly. Of course, it might irk Lucky's wife and the other tramp that he is so attentive. Whatever the outcome of the ongoing duel, both combatants will be held in higher regard in the community.
I am glad I can do what I can to elevate the commuinty Tim and I bought into. Of ourse, I intend to elevate myself even further by standing on Vanessa's sloppy tits!
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With audible hisses and grunts we both do our damndest to get the almost painted jeans pulled from the other. As I get yours almost off those damn red heels are in the way. I quickly yank the straps loose and toss the aside.
I hear you gloating over the scar on my thigh and I can’t resist yelling out for everyone to take a look at the scarred up saggy floppy bags you call tits.
I let out a screech of joy as your jeans are finally free from your fat ass. As I do it turns into a yelp as you get mine off if my fitter frame, all while raking your nails across my thighs. As I see a look of glee cross your face I lunge forward, my knee grinding into your panty covered gaping crotch as I slam my tits down onto yours.
I grab you by the hair as I continue to ram my better globes down into your floppy ones over and over. My panty clad rear shaking in time to my hard lunges, my knee grinding hard into your panty covered mound.
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I shout in anger at this sweaty slut, as she tries to force her knee between my legs while smearing her tits into mine. I grab at her panties and haul, upwards, slicing the fabric right into her dripping snatch, and distracting her from her attacks. Everyone sees her fur hanging out, and then a lip on either side of those taut panties,
I keep hauling on them as we roll onto our knees, and I start a side to side tit barrage, while I feel my tugs slice that fabric across and into her big cxnt. It is hard to cut deeply into her twat while smacking my breasts into hers, but I work on the timing. I see in her face that she is surprised that her boasts are being exposed as hollow by me.
“See, look at both her tits and pussy being beat. It’s almost time to show off her whole nasty bottom” to which the crowd shouts STRIP HER LINDA
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Seeing Vanessa getting on top of Linda and grinding on her got me all hot and bothered. I start wondering if I underestimated her but then Linda gets back on her knees and splits Vanessa’s womanhood with her panties. This battle just gets better and better.
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So here we are, on our knees, our tits swinging side to side in a furious fast rhythm. I have my hands on your hips staring you in the eyes. I can feel your breathing getting faster and I glance down quickly as out tits smack back and forth into each other’s. I look back up and see a glimmer in your eyes, feel a bit of hesitation in your swings. As I lean into you for more impact the we hear some of the wives and girlfriends yelling for one of the other of us. I start to say “feel that whore. Feel my heavy tits banging yours yo mush aahhhhhhh”. My taunts turn into a screech as I feel my expensive panties saw up into my pussy. The burning sensation getting worse and worse as you yank upwards, splitting my pussy lips.
“Oh you cheating cxnt. FUCCKKKKKKK” I yell. “Oh fuck that hurts…oohhhhhh” I groan, my yell if pain turning to a groan of relief as my panties tear at the crotch, easing the burning in my lips.
“Cheating nasty cxnt. Let’s see how you like it!” I yell in your face as my hands grip your red panties, my nails digging little furrows in your skin as I do. I yank upwards as hard as I can. “Fuck I hope her panties aren’t as cheap as her bra is. I want to hurt this cxnt.” I think to myself as everyone hears your cat like screech’s of pain as I return the wedgie to your gaping pussy.
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For once, I got the jump on that slut. She is howling, her pussy burning as I tug, and to make it even better, I brace myself, knees apart, and yank extra hard. Huh, my arms shoot up, I rock back, even my breasts wobble up, as I am holding a shred of your panties in my hand, staring dumbly at it. The crowd cheers your nudity, cheering that I exposed you, but instead of savoring it, I feel awful anguish down below.
My open stance and your fierce desire for revenge combine to allow you to slice my thong right in between my lips, and it also blisters my clit as it rides up. I hitch into a squat from my knees to lessen the strain and pain, not the slightest concerned that my frayed and tattered pussy lips are on display, proving what you said about how you carved my cxnt back when.
Still honorable, I wobble and rock back and forth, but don’t use my hands, as I whap my forehead into your sneering face, knocking you away. Am about to leap upon you, but I have to take a few moments to try and pick my thong out of my slit first. Listening to you whining about your nose, I see you rolling on the floor, one of your boobs draped on the wood for an instant. That will be a perfect spot to plant my knee!
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Wow! I'm sitting here imagining a wild and nasty tag-team catfight between Dee and Maureen and Linda and Vanessa. Very unlikely, but just the idea is enough to make me cum in my pants.
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Hi, I have a question for anyone could have an idea. My wife dislikes a woman of a neighbour couple of us very much. They have already argued verbally twice, and I know that she would like to beat her if it came to it. The neighbor woman also dislike my wife. Any ideas , how I could provoke a fight between the two? .
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Want to let anyone following Linda and my fight that it will be Monday before I will be able to continue. But rest assured we are not yet done.
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Want to let anyone following Linda and my fight that it will be Monday before I will be able to continue. But rest assured we are not yet done.
Vanessa, you and your friend Linda were DONE a long time ago.
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Typical of that sneaking slut Maaureen to jump in from the rear when that whore Vanessa is out of commission and I am hunitng for my red heels to dance on Nessa's tits. As for us being done, I want to remind Maureen and everyone else how she pitfiully surrendered to me back when:
https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=67380.0
(just skip to the ending, some of the nasty details are not entertaining)
You even sent me a message towards the end of that epic:
I concede. I think it's pretty evident that you have me beat. But at least I am not whimpering out and crawling away for my safety like you did when I first saw you and your fat white ass. I think I gave you almost as good as I got. My hope is that your huge breasts will be scarred for the rest of your life. Every time you see the marks I left behind, I want you to be reminded of me. So go ahead and finish out the story, Bitch. And, stay away from my husband and I'll stay clear of yours. What do you say?
Case closed, you have been losing your fights for the last five years, you old whore! Hisses from Linda
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As much as I hate to do this I have to concede the fight to Linda as real life has taken a huge upswing in my time. It would not be right for me to take numerous days in between posts.
Thanks to Linda for being such a nasty dirty (and at times a cheating slut…hey, if you ain’t cheating you ain’t trying right) fighting bitch.
Thanks to everyone else who left comments and to those other readers I just hope we were entertaining.
Vanessa
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Hi, I have a question for anyone could have an idea. My wife dislikes a woman of a neighbour couple of us very much. They have already argued verbally twice, and I know that she would like to beat her if it came to it. The neighbor woman also dislike my wife. Any ideas , how I could provoke a fight between the two? .
Invite your neighbors over for some drinks. Try your best to get the wives inebriated. If they dislike one another as much as you say, the rest should take care of itself. Don't forget to clear a spot in your living room.
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Huh, I turn around for a second to hunt for my heels, as Vanessa is crawling around, and everyone thought the fight was over.
Nasty and bitchy wives flock up on the community stage to insist that they be the next fighters and completley seperate us.
On to the next duel is the shout.
I'll catch up to and punish Vanessa next time!
Hope others have a go at each other here, and I thank Vanessa for her efforts. It is all good clean (dirty) fun!
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Linda & Vanessa - This entire message board is a fantasy. ;D
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Hi, I have a question for anyone could have an idea. My wife dislikes a woman of a neighbour couple of us very much. They have already argued verbally twice, and I know that she would like to beat her if it came to it. The neighbor woman also dislike my wife. Any ideas , how I could provoke a fight between the two? .
Invite your neighbors over for some drinks. Try your best to get the wives inebriated. If they dislike one another as much as you say, the rest should take care of itself. Don't forget to clear a spot in your living room.
Thanks Maureen, I enjoyed your answer :) :)
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Hi, I have a question for anyone could have an idea. My wife dislikes a woman of a neighbour couple of us very much. They have already argued verbally twice, and I know that she would like to beat her if it came to it. The neighbor woman also dislike my wife. Any ideas , how I could provoke a fight between the two? .
What stats are your wife and the other woman? do you think they would be evenly matched? and why don't you casually mention to your wife to be careful around the other woman because you think she could get hurt as the other woman looks like she could take care of herself, and see how your wife reacts.