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General Category => Catfight , Boxing & Wrestling Stories => Catfighting => Topic started by: linftr on September 23, 2017, 11:45:53 PM
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Mauler Maureen and myself have developed a mutual dislike for each other that needs settling. While both of us desire a pollfight, and apparently many others do also, we lack the ability to go back and forth within the constrained time period of a poll. To get us closer to a resolution, Maureen agreed to have me post the story of our fight, in segments, and incorporating remarks and additions. Hopefully it will be entertaining, and might morph into a climactic fight with voting for the result. This open ended story will benefit from, and be adjusted according to, your input.
It started about two years ago, when I was guided into a couple of poll fights with an English toughie by an experienced mentor. To my exhilarated relief, I won them both ! Congratulations flowed in from the forum, with many compliments on my style and class. I confess that my head was turned by some of the remarks, particularly from a gentleman name Lucky. Forthright and avid in his discussions and desires, I was amazed to find myself deeply attracted. Married since 1978, I was swooning over a married man into catfights!
He didn’t hide his open marriage arrangements from me, but l innocently felt that once he had me, his desire for anyone else would lessen dramatically. My own loving husband Tim, completely satisfied with myself, mother of his four children, didn’t notice my occasional trips to my sister or a casino, especially as he indulged in his fishing and camping expeditions. It was very heady, being flattered and courted by a handsome gentleman. Of course, I now had an interest in following some of the degrading exploits of Lucky’s wayward spouse Maureen, who would chase after bushels of different men and actually fight for them!
Her wild exploits made an impression on me though, as I read of pube pulling and tit clawing and frenzied fights for cock. I also discovered that my Lucky had a cock well worth fighting for, and that several women had done so for rights to it! Unlike many tawdry affairs, Lucky and I had an affair of the heart and matched and meshed so well. He appreciated my obvious class and quality as he sampled my charms. He affected a coarse desire for my ‘big tits’ and my loving ’blow jobs’, but was always so caring. If it wasn’t for my fidelity to Tim, I would have swooped up this well hung stud in a heartbeat. Anyhow, I always loved the way my hubby adored me, and loved me. This was just double great to have both!
But a cloud was on my horizon. Apparently Lucky was not as discrete as a gentleman should be, and his wife started to leave me coarse and abrasive messages. Ignoring them and enamored as I was, I was at Lucky’s home one night when Maureen was away. In a rapturous state, we made beautiful love, till interrupted by a shrieking harridan. The horrid incident was a blur, as I was attacked unexpectedly just after poor Lucky came! Stuff was all over me! Naked , I ended up crawling for the door and being literally kicked out of my beau’s house by Maureen. Shaking with indignation and humiliation afterwards, as Lucky consoled me, I wanted revenge.
Lucky, concerned about Maureen’s savagery, felt I should gain more catfighting experience before teaching his wife a lesson. He was kind enough to arrange for a catfight or two, with his dick the winner’s prize, where I could develop my catting instincts. Although I lost on points, I gained a world of knowledge in my duels. Maureen was actually watching these fights, and permitted fights for her hubbie’s cock! Stunned at her sluttishness, and still enjoying the attentions of Lucky, my hatred for her would grow to a new level.
She had actually started to flirt with my husband! This wasn’t a part of any equation I would accept. My catfighting and my gentleman friend were my little private treasures, and this bitch was upsetting everything with her incessant badgering of my Tim. I of course believed Tim when he swore he would have nothing to do with this woman, and he believed me when I insisted that I would never cheapen our marriage in any way. In spite of the most vulgar statements from Maureen about her dalliance with my spouse, I regarded it as sour grapes over her own husband’s obvious preference for me. Lucky would endlessly cradle my breasts and snicker at poor Maureen’s tits and he would remark on my pouty pink pussy.
While Tim was ostensibly away on a fishing trip, I went to a casino. It started out splendidly, until I ended up in a ferocious catfight right on the casino floor. I was stunned to find out that Tin was there watching, and Maureen was encouraging his lewd interest in every detail of my dirty fight. That shrew had snuck off with my husband! After arriving home and healing up, I informed Tim that his actions were a disgrace, and that Maureen was the worst form of trash. I also informed him that if he lacked the willpower to lose that bitch, I would do it for him.
In a tantrum, I insisted that we would rent a suite, the two couples would meet, and Maureen and I would settle accounts without interference from either man. The winner would have exclusive rights to either or both men. Abashed at my fury, and apparently willing to do anything to placate me, Tim agreed.
Unbeknownst to my husband, I had forced myself to contact Maureen earlier, and she had agreed to such a duel.
(to be continued, with comments and suggestions solicited)
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The only comment I have is .....WOW, what a start :D
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This battle will prove to be a raw primal fight, not intended for the squeamish.
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This over-stuffed, man-stealing witch has been on my case for the last 2 years, taunting me and threatening to make me wish I was never born a woman. Don't be mislead by her fancy words and use of language..........she is rotten to the core. A real Pig.
My first encounter with Linda was when I walked into my kitchen and found the Bitch taking my husband's (LUCKYODAY9) cock from behind. I'll not soon forget seeing that big fat whiter than white ass of hers sticking up in the air with Lucky's semen dripping down her crack. I screamed and began to kick at Linda, catching her solidly in her drooping tits as she quickly scampered across the kitchen floor and out the door. I hoped I'd never see that cxnt again.
But shortly after that introduction, the nervy Bitch began messaging me about how she enjoyed Lucky's manhood so much that she had every intention of fucking him whenever she so desired. Knowing my husband, I knew this was not a stretch.
But several months back, I decided to turn the tables on sweet miss Linda. I came in contact with her husband, Tim. Now Tim was an extremely shy gentleman, but with much coaxing and plenty of face-sitting, Tim began to loosen up and has become quite the stud. My hairy pussy has engulfed Tim's formidable penis almost on a weekly basis now. In addition, he becomes a human battering ram when I tell him the things Im going to do to his wife in our long-awaited catfight. Lets do this you useless Cow! Maureen "The cxnt Mauler".
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(Part II)
Amazed that this confrontation was now going to be a reality, and righteously enraged at the slinking Maureen, I had visions of her woeful fate when I got a hold of her. We had to satisfy the wishes of all four of us, Lucky, Maureen, Tim and myself, along the path to our ‘trial by combat’. Each one of us seemed to want certain conditions or desires fulfilled for this fight to happen.
Lucky seemed like a voice of reason, demanding that this be a catfight and not a brawl. He didn’t want punching , or busted bones, or choking, arguing that this was about which of us was the better woman, and that we should somehow ‘prove ourselves’ in a womanly endurance test. Maureen insisted that there be witnesses to this event. She actually felt that she was an ‘aggrieved party’ and wanted the satisfaction of her honor to be confirmed. My amazement that this whore had such notions, was only matched by my stupefaction that my husband Tim had his own demands! For almost forty years, he has gone along with my superior judgement but for some reason he developed independence. I fault Maureen for that. He wanted this episode filmed, and wanted to see ‘his’ two ladies pose prior to the fight, comparing ourselves to each other. I was dumbfounded, but acquiesced .
Making rational sense out of our concepts, we quickly reached agreement on some basics. The fight was to keep going until both parties stopped, meaning that whoever was winning could do what they wanted. Each of us was allowed to call for one break in the action. We were to be nude, completely nude, except for our wedding rings. No one was to interfere in any way once the fight started. The permitted watchers would be anyone who had seen an earlier fight of ours. This was turning into a major production! Our men would be naked also, with much discussion as to the attire of the witnesses. The entire suite was our battleground, but no objects were to be picked up and used as weapons.
Much was left unsaid, as our quest to be at each other as soon as possible gnawed at Maureen and me. The men put aside their own tensions to ensure that we didn’t fly at each other in advance. Maureen’s clipped and nasty comments goaded my own sharp tongue as I huffed in reply to her jibes. Invites and notices went out to many, and even more heard about the pending fight and asked to attend. This was becoming a circus but was strangely exciting. At last I would be vindicated, and so many would watch it!
An avid fan of Maureen and I, Corbin, agreed to be an impartial host, announcing the commencement of our struggle, when a break had been taken, and the finish. As Maureen so gracelessly put it, he would be ‘a neutral cock’. Eventually, the double suite was booked and the date determined. I would shut this slut up once and for all, protect the sanctity of my marriage, and allow the admiration between Lucky and myself to flourish. The days just before the fight were tense, Tim encouraging me, swearing that I was the better women, and getting into heated discussions with Lucky in the multiple phone calls confirming and reconfirming that we were ‘on’ for Friday night.
“It’s time hon, do us proud” as we step out of our adjoining room into the double suite. Making our entrance in matching robes, my husband Tim gallantly ushers me through an assemblage of panting onlookers. THEY’RE IN THE OTHER SUITE they shout, and my heart beats even faster, the nasty shit did show up! Rounding a corner, we see each other, our eyes shooting daggers. Taking our places on opposite sides of the room, our husbands behind us on the sofas they must stay seated on, Corbin announces that it is ‘disrobing time’.
Thanks to my kinky Timmy, eyes and cameras zoom in as Maureen and I shed our robes to a chorus of oohs, and ahhs, and less fawning feminine remarks. The ladies are more favorably disposed towards Lucky and Tim revealing their ‘interested state’ as their robes come off. Sucking in a breath, and arching, I display my breasts to advantage, certainly better than the pointy teats of my foe. CMON, TURN AROUND, LETS SEE IT ALL our guests being somewhat rowdy and ill mannered in their demands, but in the surreal circumstances, I swirl to their satisfaction. Maureen, true to her pole dancer heritage, is of course swishing lewdly to show off everything.
The inevitable happens as we slowly turn, and we thump. Facing each other, our heads go back as if we were going to peck, but everyone is watching what is happening a little lower. I feel her excited nipple tracing along my breast, indenting it as we swivel, until my delicate white flesh seems to react and swallow the smaller tit. WOW, THAT BOOB WAS GOBBLED UP! No amount of money could equal my pleasure over the scowl on that bitches face, as we continue to pirouette and her ‘gobbled ‘ tit emerged from captivity. In my momentary rapture, I must have stepped a little closer to Lucky then intended, my now engorged nips brushing his chest, as I feel another engorged item brush me. Continuing my turning, I see Maureen’s beady eyes staring with fury as I wriggle my buns along Lucky’s steel rod. Having won this preliminary I smirk at the loser slut.
Huh? Both of my tits are grabbed, strong hands kneading them and pulling me backwards. Lucky was not going to be trifled with or teased, as I feel his shaft poking at my pussy. Gasping in fish faced alarm, I soak up the sight of my husband mimicking his competitor’s actions, although Maureen seems to be guiding the action and enjoying it a whole lot more than I. Stupidly saying “not like this, not in front of” I am shocked to feel his dick slithering right into me. My arguments are waived by my reflexive wriggle back into the cock, which generates a chuckle about the extent of my protest. A couple of nipple tweaks and thrusts later, and I am wobbling back towards my side of the room , shaking my head and trying to fling my hair back, feeling my slick thighs. Senses clearing, I see Maureen disengaging with a coquettish smile, and actually giving my man’s dick a parting tug or two with her twat!
The room is throbbing , my face flushed, heart pounding, as Tim pulls me over to ‘our ‘sofa, me nervously patting his now glistening cock for luck. Corbin gives us no time at all, telling the men to sit down till the fight is over and saying LINDA AND MAUREEN, BEGIN !
(to be continued :Again, Maureen and I desire suggestion and remarks as to the events that will unfold in our fight , and will try to incorporate them into the fray)
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YES - TXWildcat has the right idea!!!!
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I ameitting in the front row with JT on my right. As the 2 sluts strip down I can’t help but notice how hot this is. JT is sporting a huge erection and I am soaked at the sight and sounds of the women and crowds. “Come on you 2, lets see you bitches fight” I yell.
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I ameitting in the front row with JT on my right. As the 2 sluts strip down I can’t help but notice how hot this is. JT is sporting a huge erection and I am soaked at the sight and sounds of the women and crowds. “Come on you 2, lets see you bitches fight” I yell.
I sit there next to the lovely Miss Vanessa at the edge of my seat with excitement having a hard time rooting for a favorite enjoying every second of this battle of the Titans. I am so turned on just at the sight of these two sexy women ready to throw down. "Come on girls!"
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I almost jump when I hear that the fight has begun and loud and lustful yells urge us on. Immediately lifting my hands from my now dripping crotch, I prepare for Maureen’s advance, noticing that Lucky had left a present for me. Hissing, I lunge for the bitch, flinging a wad of her hubby’s semen at her face as I close in. Damn, she is like a snake, as her head darts down and the treat I aimed at her dribbles on her hair and some fortunate onlooker. “This is the only cum you are going to be getting for a year, you fat cxnt!” Maureen shouts, as in return I get slapped by her wet hand, leaving a red blotch and a gob of my Tim’s spunk on my face. I grunt and spit, grabbing for her ratty red hair to sling her down, both of us enraged.
True to her threats, I feel her flinging her knee at my crotch, but knowing how she always does that, my twisting thighs block the blow. My thighs don’t save my tits though, as she rips into them savagely, wildly jealous of them, and claws hard. I shriek, noisy as always, before my heaving on her hair sends her staggering off. Huffing and sweating, I stomp after her as her legs tangle and kick her right in her dirty ass, her slick body landing on Vanessa, her companion JT pushing Maureen back up. COME ON EVERYONE, KEEP OUT OF THEIR WAY!, as the confusion forces a brief pause while people scuttle back.
We cautiously stand in front of our respective husbands again, ready to resume, but this time treating each other to threats, curses and insults. “You cock sucking slut, you’ll never pollute another man again” I politely reply to her “I’ll stuff my foot up your fat ass, Moose cxnt!”. Upping the ante, I offer to” rip her fucking nipples off”, Maureen sneering how she’ll ‘tug my lips past my knees”. Half the crowd enjoys the banter, the remainder urges action. I see Lucky, intently watching from behind Mo, and can feel him willing me to victory. I am positive, as I feel and hear his heavy breathing behind me, that Tim desires the same outcome.
Bolstered by the support, and wearing a red blotch on my face and welts on my tit, I resolve to bring the fight to this sharp nosed slut. I’m smarter, classier and better than her, and even as she steps towards me, I speed up and charge. At the very last moment, I swing to my right, to avoid her right knee. Even in this frantic situation, I am smirking to myself at how predictable this whore is! While our arms engage, it’s time for me to heave my knee up, between her greased legs, and I am rewarded by a thud on some wet fur. “Want to mash cxnts bitch?” as I use my momentum to shove her at the counter of the combined dinette/wet bar. People scatter, some thump into us, as others shift to get a better view.
Her back hitting the counter, I get a second groan from her and I try to bend her backwards. Her hands fending me off using the most convenient handles, I get a face full of my own boobs shoved at me. Spluttering into my sweaty titties, we stagger along the counter, my back hitting it once, but my hands grab her hair and threaten to pound her face down on the hard surface. Ending side by side, her shoving my breasts up, me pulling her hair down, I see a drawer between us and nudge it open with my knee. Straining to pull her head down, I see the prospects of both her tits landing in that mousetrap! Getting ready to slam that draw shut, I intend to get revenge for the mauling my boobs have already taken.
(to be continued, and still soliciting suggestions and comments)
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What a surprise, The return of Maureen and it looks like major competition. Keep it coming love this approach in story telling.
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Haven't visited here for some time. By far the best I've read in many years. My love and appreciation to both of you sexy ladies. You're putting it all on the line, holding nothing back. May the best woman win and claim her prize!
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This is soooo hot! I hope at some time in the battle that Tim and Lucky penetrate their respective wives in the middle of their sexy scrap!
I know this form of battle is something that Lucky has always wanted to see me involved in. I have no problem trying it. What about you, Linda? I think it's something the audience may really get a charge from. Let's let our husbands take us from behind as we tear into one another's supple, vulnerable flesh. Maybe we can even swap hubbies during this segment of our battle to make it even more exciting.
Anyone interested in witnessing a fight such as this...............two wildcats getting seriously boned from behind as they attempt to shred one another to pieces?
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The war shifts
As I joyfully anticipate smashing Mo’s tits even flatter, the bitch doesn’t cooperate. Shouts warning of her fate warn her WATCH OUT, PULL AWAY and she changes her titty shoving into titty pulling as she steps back, my breasts being yanked towards the drawer that now divides us. Cursing the dirty bitch for her nasty tricks, and tired of have my boobs targeted, I release her hair, taking a few strands, and smack her hands away from my reddened breasts. Panting, we glare across the drawer at each other.
“What are you afraid of bitch? You keep hiding that big cxnt of yours” Maureen hisses at me, frustrated that her knees have been foiled. “I don’t spread my legs like you, you filthy whore” is my reply. “Doesn’t look it, the way that gash is drooling” and I glance down to see that my crotch is immodestly gaping and soaked with ‘Lucky cum’. Our breathing recovering as we snarl across the open drawer, I sniff at her burbling twat, my Tim’s load oozing out of it. “Look at that snatch, it’s a swamp.”
Her face flushes, and the slut challenges me “You think your pussy can match mine, prove it. C’mon, all fours in front of our guys, you won’t even be able to keep Tim’s dick in that sloppy hole”. My face is a mass of confusion, we had spent weeks planning and devising rules, and now, naked in front of a mob, I have to figure out what the hell is happening as my womanhood is challenged and there are wild screams for what sounds to me like a ‘doggy fuck duel’. Flustered, seeing the guys are definitely ‘up’ for it, the frenzy and taunts push me. “Lucky’s dick will flop out of that worn out cxnt!” and the room erupts. THEY ARE GOING TO DO IT, OUT OF MY WAY, I HAVE TO SEE THIS as Maureen and I cautiously get in front of our husbands on all fours, and gingerly crawl forward, our men inching on their knees after us.
The quick witted ‘referee’ Corbin reminds all, especially the hubbies, that this is ’a fight between Maureen and Linda ONLY’, as he notices our studs starting to growl at each other. Tim grips my hips as my haunches wriggle, and I see Mo’s cheeks dimple as her man grabs and sets up. I arch my rear, and the combination of iron cock, slathered pussy and a lifetime of lovemaking allows one gloriously smooth thrust to hit home, my buns compressing. A moment later, I see Maureen’s eyes almost roll up as Lucky porks the whore. Arising from my elbows, my man’s cock throbbing inside me, I launch a right handed slap at the cocksuckers mouth.
A hair slower than I this time, Maureen rocks to the side as I sneer “Don’t lose anything”, seeing an inch of shaft sneak from her bottom before Lucky plunges it back in. Propped up on my left hand, enjoying the feel of hitting her, her right hand knocking my supporting left out from under me was totally unexpected, as I plop down onto my tits with a gasp. Both of my hands now trying to push me back up, as Tim’s dick gyrates in me, Maureen grabs my hair, looks right into my eyes for a second, and bangs my chin onto the rough carpet. Ughhhhh, shaking my head and stiffening my neck to avoid more face banging there are a ton of suggestions for Maureen: SQUASH HER TITS, PULL HER HAIR OUT, SLAP THE SHIT OUT OF HER.
I rear back, my hair coming taut and my pussy squirming onto Tim’s cock as Maureen soaks up her moment of advantage. “Always knew you were a rug muncher Linda” . I swear to myself I’ll kill this bitch as the coarse laughter at my expense is an outrage.
(still to be continued, and appreciating all suggestions and comments)
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oh great.how riveting and sexy
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while I myself getting horny by watching and acting as referee I truly keep asking myself how long I can detain the two wild-gone hubbies from taking their respective wife from behind. guess the crowd is gonna go berserk
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just......WOW.......
Go Maureen! Rip her tits off!
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The War shifts and slides
I am boiling with anger, as in my hunched back, frog like posture, Maureen yanks out some of my red locks, cheered on by a blonde redneck tramp. Energized by my husband Tim’s dick, buried to the hilt in my pussy, I stab my hands under the torso of my sneering foe and latch onto her boobs for the first time in the fight, and squeeze and yank. She yells, the sound closer to a shriek, and jiggles forward to lessen her pain, as I can see Lucky inching after her. SHES TUGGING HIM BY HIS DICK! as the crowd sees the pair shift. The slut must have glued his dick to her!
My nails trenching her sad teats, with me balanced and hunched back, I accept the ferocious hair pulling from Maureen as the price I have to pay. I can feel her tits scrunching in my hands, as her bottom thrashes. “These nasty little tits are a perfect handful to yank!” as I yank hard, one of her hands coming out of my hair to prop herself up. I tilt my head up, wanting to see her loose twat lose her man’s cock.
I can feel my Tim pumping away, he’s close, he’s going to come just as I am about to yank that slut off of Lucky’s cock by her boobs. This is what I was dreaming of, Lucky’s face shows his own pending eruption, and his anxious lurches to stay inserted. “Your turn to eat carpet, whore!” as I haul on those now red breasts. The crowd is cheering as I drag the oily whore towards me by her gouged tits, but somehow, she is clamped down on Her hubby’s cock and it won’t pop out!
Through the crowd shouts, I can hardly make out her murmured “ You fat cxnted bitch” as she yanks me by the hair nose first onto the top of her head with a whump, and then shoves my head under her own. OOWwwwww “My Nose!”, sniffling and snorting, my teary eyed vision gets darker as her body looms over me, and my hands lose their grip on her scored breasts. Tim’s climactic thrusts are now spearing air, his dick unsheathed, as my delicate pussy unclasps, and I feel hands on my shoulders, pinning me face first.
My white ass waving futilely while trying to re-secure my husband’s cock, I hear Maureen crowing that “It looks like only one of us can hold onto her man! Poor Timmy needs help”. Her arms stiffen, tremble and press down on me, as I see Lucky’s balls whap into Maureen's ass, as he pounds her. She pauses in mid gloat to savor the feeling of triumphant orgasms, as she leans forward, draping her hair on Tim’s cock. She rocks her greasy ass upward, still clenched on Lucky, displaying her ‘hold’ before releasing him, and then pulsing to expel his creamy stuff right over my pinned down head!
The mob goes even wilder, as Lucky leans back and sucks in a breath, and Maureen squiggles forward, her knees replacing her hands, one of which snags Tim’s flagpole. The other hand lands on my white bun, and traces a nail along it. “Tim, you can’t suffer because your bitch of a wife has such a big cxnt” as she slides a practiced hand on his turgid rod. “But I know she never let you stick her here” and her nails pry my cheeks apart. I gasp audibly, even though I am under this evil trash, as she tugs his dick down to my exposed hole. I go wild, as she says ”Oh, she wants it, Timmy” as my dumb ass hubby is mesmerized. I scream “Break, Break….BREAK!” as I claim the one respite I am permitted. Maureen huffs, leans back, and lets her buttered pussy cascade juices on my hair, as she twitches and jerks Tim to squirt all over my ass and back.
Rising with incredible satisfaction, the lousy slut sneers down at me, as the onlookers review the incredible scene they had just witnessed. I feel goo dripping every which way and re-promise “I’ll kill you, I swear I’ll kill you” as I teeter back to catch my wind and sanity. Maureen calmly replies, “Yeah, yeah, you’ll get me just like you promised before”. I get to watch Lucky hug the slut, while I almost clock Tim as he tries to touch me. Corbin reminds us “Linda has used her one mercy break” as he urges everyone to get composed as the duel goes on. I am mortified, yet can redeem myself yet. With burning hatred, I set myself to resume the fight.
(To be continued: Still seeking comments and suggestions, hopefully more favorable to myself!)
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This fight is like a fantasy cum true to me. I have always dreamed of making love to a woman while she was actively engaged in a catfight with another babe. I never imagined it would be with my own wife. Maureen's snatch is pretty tight for her age, and Ive been able to stay with her, even with all the gyrations. Tim, on the other hand seems to be struggling to keep his manhood inside Linda's juicy pussy. I'm thinking that its time to switch holes and start taking the wives up the ass. This will allow the fighting women to get access to one another's twats without being concerned about carving up our engorged cocks.
I have to say that this is the most savage fight my wife Maureen has ever been in. Even more ferocious than the epic battles she had against Dee (deefights). Both Linda and Maureen look beautiful with their hair strewn about, their scratched chests heaving, and their bodies shimmering with sweat and semen.
Lets hear more from their fans. The more comments, the harder these wildcats will fight. This type of fight is blazing new territory on here.
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OMG 😮!!! Where have I been! What a great fight!!! Should’ve been a couples fight!! If I was Tim I would’ve put my cock on the line and cockfight like a man over my wife like the women were fighting over Luckys cock.
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I have thought about a fight like this for many year's. Both lady's are sexy mature women and both know how to fight dirty. Thank you for bringing this fight to the site.. Please make it dirty and Midevil. on each other.
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Linda, I'm so glad that you're holding your own against this nasty Bitch so far in this incredible match-up. I want to give you a tip on how I was able to beat Maureen once. Her breasts are her weakness. A sustained attack to Maureen's tits will bring her to her knees. A while back we had a catfight where all I did was keep her at bay by extending my arms and clenching both of her boobs as hard as I could and Maureen eventually was begging me to stop. If I were you I'd give it a try before she starts mauling your genitalia. Dee
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Expressing ourselves
Our breathing raspy, hair a mess, mine ‘moussed’, tattered titties heaving and thighs dripping, we are a delicious sight for the lewdly interested men. The women are evil in their remarks about our appearance, while I am still spluttering about being dosed top and bottom with semen. “That was so unfair, we hadn’t agreed to it” I whine about the impromptu couplings. Turning to the nearest non leering person, I start explaining my mishaps to JT who maintains a sweet smile as he nods and listens. Totally infuriated when I look down and realize he is nodding to the rhythm of the floppy titted slut that is tugging on his cock, I shut up and look around.
Maureen is bragging over her supposed better twat, “it’s enormous, her cxnt is even bigger than the cow’s tits” as she turns to me and snickers. “Wow, you are really sweating, aren’t you” noting the drippings off my head and back. “You want to find out who is more woman, put those tits against mine!” I reply, knowing I have her there. Prideful, the witch yells back “I have tits, not udders”. I hear a shout from a former rival of Mo’s “work those boobs, she’ll be weeping”. As Maureen swivels to attach a face to the familiar voice, I lunge out, grabbing at the breasts I had just deeply gouged. Even her last moment swiveling to avoid my attack doesn’t save her.
Yells from the mob HEY, SHE WASN’T READY are balanced by cries to RIP’M OFF. As soon as I latch on, I haul back, lifting a leg to protect against the reflexive knee to the pussy that seems to be the only move this dumb bitch knows. Her alarm at having her patented knee to the crotch fail again and her tits torn at even more is obvious. LINDA HAS HER IN THE TIT DEPARTMENT even as she grabs at my globes. I wince as she strikes, clawing at my ‘Irish creamers’, but I put the twist to her breasts, as I back up again, towing her. Nearing my ‘home base’ sofa, I glance behind to see Tim is sitting, his hard on nicely recovered. “Keep that away from my ass, buster!” I yell, distracted from Mo for just a second.
One second is too long to be distracted, as she lunges in, mouth open and teeth grating down on my boob. Yeowww “fucking cheating cannibal” as I thrash around and yank her tits down hard, sending her to her knees, me following as she keeps her clutch on my breasts. I lower my head to duel with Maureen’s, matted hair mingling as the motion and general sliminess prevents teeth from sinking in. Up close, even my swollen nose can sniff out that raunchy smell she emits, even as she hisses “you stink like a used rubber”.
Rocking back and forth on our knees our boobs suffer, scratches and welts criss crossing, as our hands work through the flesh. Feeling my hands slowly slide down her tits as I maul, I give a little twist, her nipples bulging out. MILK HER! MILK HER! My eyes almost twinkle with the thought, but first I jab my thumbs in those pointy things “You were so proud of these nips, you pig”. Either her hands are too small, or my breasts too big, but she can’t lasso my rack, and keeps up her frenzied digging as I clench my hands around her glands and keep my thumbs on the buttons.
Her ass wallowing around, right in front of Tim, as my white buns shimmy, I can see the wheels turning in his head, while I hear Lucky bellowing. Obviously, Lucky would want the offered chance if the action was on his side of the room. Leaning into her as we duel on our knees, I enjoy her yelps and shouts as I shove my rear back to avoid her desperate attempt to clutch at my snatch. “Can’t take it tit to tit, can you?” as I feel my thumbnails start to slit those rubbery nipples. Her squirming gets frantic, but no way she is getting away unless she is minus her breasts!
(To be continued: More to come, still seeking comments and suggestions,)
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Think I might lose track of all the orgasms I am going to have reading this story :)
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This is some wild and crazy action, Linda, you are an absolute legend!
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Time to mow the lawn!
Panting as I enjoy sawing Maureen’s nipples in half, the wriggling slut stops stretching after my pussy and rakes her nails back along my white tummy and hooks up under my boobs. Cheek to cheek as we are she can feel me stiffen as she gouges into the tender flesh. My redoubled breast pulping has her gasping but I swear I can hear her nails ripping skin as she snarls how she is ‘ripping my bags off”. My elbows shove at her arms while I attempt to keep up my titty grip but it isn’t worth it, and I twist to the side, hitting her arms to protect my hanging breasts.
On our knees, breathing hard, hardly three feet from each other, we take stock of the latest damage. Her tits are an angry red with blotchy finger marks, nipples bulging out with deep red slits. I can feel the sweat stinging the cuts on the undersides of my boobs as they drape down on my heaving tummy but am not risking a glance down to see the scratches. The damage to Mo’s tits is more visible to the crowd, as the results of her gouging is hidden, and it is a morale booster for sure to hear their assessments: LOOKS LIKE MAUREEN’S TITS ARE GONNA POP and CUT RIGHT ACROSS THOSE NIPPLES.
It’s her turn to declare my doom “I’ll carve those fucking tits off you” as I sneer “bring those little boobs back here if you want to try”. Both of us swishing our hips and rocking as if to move, but in no haste to resume the pain, we trade another set of insults while catching our breath. Carefully, we hitch towards each other on our knees, hands up at breast level. I see her eyes dart down to my mound, and quickly drop my hand to protect myself downstairs from the ‘cxnt mauler’ only to have my unveiled titty slapped full force. “Keep covering that big cxnt Linda”. OOoooo, my lips purse as my breast wobbles and quivers and I launch my own hand in a slap, just as her left hand hits my other breast with a fleshy whump. Me yelping from the two hits, our hands start wailing away at each other’s bosom, tit flesh being smacked by those hands that don’t hit wrists and arms.
MAUREEN HAS BIGGER TARGETS TO HIT! as my formerly white tits are turning deeper and deeper shades of pink . Sensing that I am not gaining, and with my tits burning, I aim higher and whack her cheek as I shuffle back on my knees. Flipping my hair back, strands promptly sticking to my back, I watch her shake her hair out of her eyes, saying “Those sacks are pathetic, like hitting jello” and asking if I want “more bag beating.”
My lower lip fluttering, I raise my hands and shuffle forward, going to show this whore who has the better tits, or so I want it to seem. Just as she slaps at my tit again, I lunge to tackle her, her slap hitting my flank as we topple down onto our sides. My knees start to churn, hitting the inevitable knees from her, as we grab hair with one hand, and our wounded tits press together.
I snake my hand down to her pubes, while feeling her free hand traveling the same route. I find her thatch and grab a hold, our thrashing thighs preventing successful digging lower down. Her scrabbling fingers brush my lips but can’t find a grip, to my relief, as I tug hair first. Amazing that with all the semen coating her pubes that I can grip, but it is like wet dog fur, gritty and grabbable. She grunts as her pubes come taut, while I feel my own curlies being gathered up. Screeching “I’ll bald you, slut” as I yank, I worry her hairs out and re-grab. I feel a tweaking, then pinching and she yells “fuck off, yours are coming out”. She flings a wad in the air and receives applause, as I try to do the same. In an unthinking fleshy mass, we rip and hiss for an eternity, legs slowing as energy depletes.
THAT ONE IS ALMOST BARE. GET THAT CLUMP, CMON ON…GET IT ALL. Looking into each other’s eyes, we can’t see the results of our crazed duel, but are desperately anxious to know which one of us has been plucked.
(To be continued: More to come, Which mound is de-thatched? Suggest more!)
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It sinks lower
On our sides, we are balancing on our hips as we pinch and pull fur till I hear LINDA PLUCKED HER! and my shifting hand feels nothing but gnarly stubbles. I see the dismay in Maureen’s face as we have a momentary pause, rocking away from each other and looking down. Our sweating bodies are covered with floor grunge and pubes, but I have a proud tuft remaining, mocking the bare mound of the supposed cxnt mauler. “You’re losing, you slimy whore, give it up!” to which she replies “I’ll tear off more than hair”, and rolls back towards me, hand going for my snatch.
“The hell you will” as I dig for greasy gold myself, and the anticipated pussy clawing starts. My ample lips yanked hard, I yelp and squeak, but I jab my fingers at her lubricated pussy, finding that well worked hole with ease. She gasps and clenches her twat as I try to claw, hindering my gouging. More by instinct than anything else, our hands maul what is easiest to clutch, pull, scrape or stab.
Starting to roll more and more, our motion makes sustained tortures harder, as our thighs trap wrists and our shifting bodies pin arms. Both of us try spitting in the others face at the same time and end up adding to the swampy tone of our brawl. Our bites graze skin, but our teeth don’t sink in as the attempts add intensity to the war. “I’ll bite your nipples off Bitch” I threaten as she growls about my lips and clit. The crowd leans in, I somehow feel a gob or two of nasty cum land on me, while someone shouts SAVE IT FOR THE LOSER!
Fatigued and hurting, we continue on in a struggle of will and endurance. I claw my hand out of her pussy and seek to dig into her clit, that will fix her! My lips are scrunched up and skewered by her nails, and my face screws up as she claws that precious package. “Gotcha by those fucking flaps” she gleams, as her index finger tries to jab at my clit. “No way, you filthy trash”, as I rock back and kick at her legs with mine, partially prying us apart as my hand pulls back, grabs her wrist, and tugs it away from my abused kitty.
Maureen tries to roll after me, but my other hand fends her off, and our upper bodies end at a ninety degree angle. Legs intertwined, tangled and lashing about, we roll onto all fours, butt to butt , and are looking over our shoulders at each other. Thumping my ass back into hers, she is rocked forward as I crawl, pausing to look between my breasts to see where she is. Her ugly face is peeking between her own hanging tits, eyes meeting mine, each of us looking at the beckoning cxnt of the other.
Hurriedly, I cock my leg and arch my foot, having the chance of a lifetime to stuff that dirty cxnt, even as I see hasty motion on her part and determination in her face. We are being urged KICK, KICK….HURRY! Looking right into her face, I kick, and see her do the same. The mob is transfixed, staring, as they gasp SHE MISSED! One kick glancing off thigh and skittering to the side. Whump!!! A solid soggy splat, and the others pussy is impaled, the thrilled kicker pumping her leg and driving her foot deeper. OH GOD, WHAT A KICK!
(To be continued: Determine the outcome, shout out who scored)
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From the sound of that solid soggy splat it can only mean one pussy got impaled. But not surprised that Linda is able to get toes and now whole foot in Maureen's worn out old puss, gasps as I watch Linda pump her leg hard like a mule driving those toes even deeper impaling that old clit .
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Churning our way
The moments flash by as our legs fly and I shudder as I feel Maureen’s foot careen off my thigh…and miss! Firmly planted on my hands and left knee, my right foot sinks into her sodden twat and her face turns ashen. That view of her stricken face, framed by our swaying tits, will stay with me forever. Her gasping howl and her shuddering rear galvanize me into action, my hands grabbing her non-kicking leg, as I shift my knee to pin it. Even as she tries to crawl off like the whipped cur she resembles, I pump my foot into her gaping gash, gaining more depth as I churn the slime in that thing.
GET YOUR WHOLE FOOT IN THERE LINDA! RUIN HER! as the crowd urges me on, I feel a sense of ecstacy, as if a dream came true. Completely focused on wrecking this slut who dared to challenge me, my better instincts don’t exist as I exalt in my triumphant kick. Maureen emits some anguished wail, and repeats it again, all music to my ears. I can see her pussy stretching, her plucked mound allowing me to see how my plunging foot is splitting her. Everyone, even Corbin, is screaming my name. Glorying in Mo’s destruction, someone shakes my shoulder, then tugs my hair. STOP, STOP….SHE CALLED FOR HER BREAK! “Huh? What the fuck, a break? How stupid” YOU BOTH AGREED, STOP! I am dumbfounded, I am just finishing this fight, and to stop this is so unfair. Trembling with passion, I unplug my foot with a plop from Maureen who is head down and ass up, hand reaching for her snatch.
Panting, I crawl forward and swivel around to watch her twitching pain. Having had an incidental toe or two jammed into me by a scuzzy bitch in an earlier fight over Lucky, I know how debilitating and humiliating my successful strike was. I smirk and ask “how tight is that dripping cxnt now?’ Her head rises enough to curse me, as I make a show of wiping my foot on the raunchy rug. I realize both husbands are staring in, and actually wave to them “will be done with this trash in a moment”. Maureen groans and starts to crawl around to face me, the bitch is as stupid as she is vicious!
“Not much left of you to destroy” I snicker, her tits glowing red, her bush gone and pussy gouged and gaping, and her breathing ragged. “Look in a mirror you fat hog” is her retort, and in truth our condition only varies in degree. Much more comfortable on our knees then attempting to stand, I realize that more remains in our fight, although our reserves of energy are clearly gone. Even if totally drained, I know I am the better woman, and can outfight her. Although she may fight like a cornered rat, I can see though the smeared makeup and fatigue that she has lost that cocky edge she started with. It will be even better to shatter both pride and body at once.
Am trying to read her beady eyes as we start to crawl, circling, getting imperceptibly closer. My mind darts to my last few fights, how we reached a stage of pure exhaustion and started circling, only to have one or the other pounce and gain victory. Our slow wallowing circle has every eye on our dangling breasts and wobbling buns, but both Maureen and I are watching the distance separating us. Thinking that it is better to be the pouncer and not the pounce, I resolve to attack as the circle tightens that much more.
(To be continued: Nearing the finish, How is it won and by whom?)
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Mutual destruction.
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Now is my time. The break I've known would eventually come my way. I've waited a long time for this. Now is when I teach this sloppy, homely, fat-titted Bitch how I earned the nick-name, "the cxnt mauler". My eyes focus on Linda's now sparse bed of pubes. Her gaping gash of a vagina looks as if a truck drove thru it. Her hanging labia offers up a very inviting target. If I can get my hand inside that messy Twat, I know I can bring this Slut to her knees and have her begging me to stop clawing away at her vaginal walls.
I want to be sure our husbands see Linda's pain etched face when I begin to scratch her cxnt lining. Now we will see who is the better woman.
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Final Engagement
I am still begrudging ‘giving’ Maureen that break, my mind spinning with what it would have been like to have pried her slutty slit apart with my foot. I see her eyeing me, even more jealous then before, and I rear back on my knees to display my better pussy, even rubbing the tuft of pubes that she missed, to remind her that she is scalped. My luscious pink lips survived her earlier tugging, while I sneer at her pathetic thin little cxnt covers. About time for me to go for her clit and claw it to shreds, as I wiggle my sweet ass and let her inferiority soak in.
Not wasting a look at the crowd, or friends, or ‘our’ men, we are focusing narrowly on each other. Dropping back down on all fours, I resume crawling, crazily chuckling at the idea she is probably crawling bowlegged after that reaming my foot gave her slimy gash. Though exhausted, I am riding a high from having out thought and out fought the whore, even starting to think of the punishments I will mete out to her when I finally have her ‘tits up’. Flipping my matted hair back, I can feel my wounded breasts as my crawling makes them thump together.
Some ‘ladies’ are offering critiques of our features, along the lines of ‘nasty holes , ‘mangy mounds’ and ‘tattered tits’, all implying that Maureen and I don’t measure up to themselves. Maureen’s ‘cxntal condition’ is questioned, after the pounding it took, but the general consensus is that it was and is equivalent to shoe leather anyhow. LINDA IS GOING TO FINISH HER NOW as I get closer and closer, my ass twitching like a cat about to leap.
Having learned of the dangers of attacking directly, I hasten my pace towards Maureen’s wallowing rear and lunge, but cut sharply to snag her trailing legs and avoid a full force kick. My hands clutching for her ankle, and covering my face from her ever present knees, catch carpet. Instead of kicking, or scurrying faster, she rolled her legs away from me, leaving me stretched out and grasping. Heaving myself back onto all fours, and panting, I look to my side and find her on all fours on my flank, and aiming to do her own leap at my butt!
Thrashing my buns wildly, so she will get a face full of flesh as she leaps, I frantically try to pivot to meet her. I feel her arm raking my ass as she tries to secure a hold on me, and her other hand dipping under my torso. Copying her earlier move, I try to roll away, or at least pin one of her arms, while twisting to bring myself towards her. Everything is confusion, as we contort in our effort to defend ourselves and maul the other. She gasps as she strains, and I feel her clenching her fingers on me as I yelp from having my behind clawed. Knowing how sore her pussy is, I seek it out, so I can gouge it till she screams.
(To be continued: Time for one of us to prove herself, tooth and claw, going for complete victory!)
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My monies on my old friend linda go get the nasty vile bitch n seriously her hurt lin i have total faith in u hun x
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Writhing Flesh
Loud screaming from the fickle mob reveals that they don’t always cheer the right as the misguided ones bellow GET HER FAT ASS MAUREEN, CLAW HER PUSSY. The faithful are imploring me to SHRED THAT WHORE, SLAUGHTER HER! None of the remarks do either of us much good, as we struggle in close quarters. Even though we each sought advantage in our attacks and counters, the initial struggling has me on my side, facing her thighs, and Maureen on all fours seeking to attack my crotch and hold me close by a one handed grip on my ass.
I can see her wounded pussy and reach for it, as my compressed thighs are protecting my own twat, but as she shuffles around, I feel a horrific pain. My breast is being squashed by the clumsy oafette’s knee as I lay on my side. I howl, my tender titty compressed beyond limits against the rug, but the dumb bitch is so startled by my yell that she tilts up to find out what happened and re-squishes my tit! I howl, yowl, and screech as she looks around and realizes her knee is accidentally doing more good now than it did with all its futile lashing throughout the fight.
“Get off me you fat whore” I yell as I shove at her, even as she leans on my hips with both hands and commences to grind her knee. My eyes bug out almost as far as my nipple as my shoving finally budges her off my mashed boob. I roll over onto my back, clutching my poor breast as she swishes her greasy butt and soaks up applause for her ‘clever’ attack. Not waiting for a moment, she leans in with both hands to grab for my breast, apparently wanting to drag it to her salivating fangs as I screech and defend. Slapping her face I try to shift my torso so her dangling tit will land in my mouth before she can get mine, the crowd gets to see me squirm on my back as Mo looms over me seeking to completely wreck the tits that our husbands, and even herself, think are better than hers.
In her haste to strike, and with her usual stupidity, I get to chomp down on her hanging tit as she gets a two handed grip on my pulped boob. She screams as I bite, but digs her claws into my breast and keeps crawling, going right past my breast. Trying to keep my teeth fastened, I realize that she is going on for my pussy, and I clutch at her torso with a frenzy to keep her in place and let my teeth crush and sever her filthy nipple.
My legs are flailing around as my proud tuft of pubes is used as a handle to pull herself forward by inches, the fur stretched taut, as my pouting pussy is right below her. I have to rip this sluts tit off and roll her away, she is far too close to my precious pink, and my arms clamp hard, so she can’t get near enough to bite and savage my twat.
(To be continued: Which one will be the true mauler and claim both husbands?)
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Savage thhat whore lin bite her nipple off make her suffer
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Savage thhat whore lin bite her nipple off make her suffer
Gina, you're a cxnt!! I never did like you.
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Desperately, I'm struggling to move my head closer to Linda's womanhood. My intent is to bite her exposed and protruding clitoris. Nothing is more painful than a bit clit. I want to chew on that pink membrane as if it was a hunk of Wrigley's chewing gum. Get ready to hear this Bitch scream.
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So near and yet so far
Tugging and stretching, my teeth on Mo’s tit, her hands on my pubes, Maureen strives to get at my pretty twat. Unfortunately for her, the further she reaches, the deeper I bite. Growling, I am thankful for whatever slut advised me to work on the ‘mauler’s’ tender boobs.
Rippita…Yeowwww, my mouth shoots open as my tuft of pubes tears free, Maureen jerking back as I relinquish my bite. Fuck, that burns! But I twist with my arms still clamped around the bitch and roll over. My extra 10 or 15 pounds helps, as I squirm and thrash over onto her, and now I loom heavily over my gasping foe, her bit up breast seeping as I glare downward.
I feel her wriggling under me, and quickly shuffle my knees to pin her shoulders down. LINDA HAS HER! CMON MAUREEN! I feel her trying to get her hands and arms free, as I heave a gasp of relief. My breasts dangle safely, my ass is swishing, and Maureen is getting a fabulous view of what will be the triumphant twat. I stab my hands between her thighs and start to spread her legs, wrestling with her, and getting a good look at that swampy snatch of hers. This is too wonderful, to be able to pick her apart in full view of the lustful crowd.
After a pant or two, I start to taunt her “What did you say about ‘wishing I hadn’t been born a woman’?” Struggling to keep her legs pried apart, I try to tuck them under my arms as I let her know her fate. “I’m going to finish splitting you in half and a horse will fall out of you when I am done”. She is snarling and writhing, trying to free her arms, as I wiggle my pussy over her, saying “too bad you couldn’t keep that grip on my lips, the men will really enjoy them. Oh yes, I’ll chow down on that mangy clit of yours before I’m done.”
As modest and demure as I might be anywhere and anytime else, I am going to enjoy displaying myself and my win over this contemptible trash. “Stop squirming, you can crawl off when I am done with you” as I shift my knees to keep her trapped. For the second time in the fight, I tilt my head down to look through my tits, wanting to see the expression on Maureen just before I get my pound of flesh from her. Instead of terror, I see pure hatred, as her legs strain against my arms and I feel her whole body tensing. Sneering at the bitch, I let the mob know that “we all know Maureen was asking for, and deserves, what is going to happen now!”
(To be continued: Is it over at last?)
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I don't know how much more abuse my proud wife can tolerate. Should I stop this wife-war, or should I let it play out? Has Maureen got some last effort tricks up her sleeve, or is this how my wife's long and heralded catfighting history will come to an end? Maureen has lost some tough battles lately, but nothing this brutal. Never has she had this much pussy hair yanked from her very prominent pubic mound. I know Maureen will be pissed if I step in. What to do?
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Both fighters have put forth a magnificent match. It was from the beginning, one of the most exciting stories to read. I do tend to agree with Lucky that one has to begin to wonder how much longer this fight can go on and achieve the same level of intensity.
My answer is its probably time for the match to conclude, however not by being broken up. Maureen and Lin have been in this world a long time, if they reflect on where this fight action is, I think they'll realize it as well.
I'd like to make a couple of other observations. The concept of mixing a story, poll and cyber battle all in one is really thought provoking. While I think it had a couple of spots where the story didn't flow so well, I'd love to see more of these kind of stories.
How much hotter could this story have gotten when in the course of the match both combatants fight and get fucked at the same time. Then to witness the foot fucking move Lin put on.
Karen was not only bold in expressing how watching this action would make her gush, but clearly honest. I don't see how anyone could possibly read this and not react the same way. Hearty congratulations to both.
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What a fantastic fight, only 2 mature women could fight like this :)
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The Finish
That clenched face of Maureen’s expresses total frustration just before I rock back with her legs under my arms, exposing what is left of her kicked and plucked snatch. I feel her hands beating a tattoo on the carpet, as her body is bent and her shoulders stay solidly pinned. Looking down at my deeply purpled breast I wish that my knees were resting on her bit up tits, but I truly have her now, judging by her struggling grunts.
I feel her head trying to lift and bite, but I just swish my bottom like the winner I am, saying “You’re finished bitch”. I scan the crowd, looking at all the hard dicks and flushed faces, before seeing my husband nodding his support for me. “You will never, ever touch this mangy thing again!” I inform him, and inform Mo by pinching that slick looking clit. “Is that right Maureen, you will never chase my Tim? Right, let everyone hear, or I’ll rip it off!” I hear her muffled “you won, keep him” but then, the stupid bitch adds “and keep your mitts off Lucky”. My eyes flash, and I glance over to Lucky, tensely watching, obviously torn as to whether to allow more damage to his whorish wife.
My eyes drop a little lower, at his bobbing dick, and I lick my lips, before I remember that my Tim is right behind me. “Don’t worry Maureen, I would never chase anyone’s husband. I honor my vows.” As I salaciously pulse my pussy over her head, hoping some drippings land on her and I meet Lucky’s eyes saying “Of course, I would expect as a good friend that Lucky will check on my condition now and then”. My fury subsiding as my exhausted condition catches up with me, I survey the crowd, and the camera that is catching it all for posterity and ask again “Maureen, are you done?”
More unintelligible sputters about my weight emanate from the squirming bitch as the mob relaxes as they see that I don’t intend to kill Maureen. They can relax and enjoy the spectacle of two rival wives deciding things between them, and coming up with a complete winner and a woefully beaten loser. Giving that overworked clit a twist and tug as I let go of it and allow everyone a thorough look at my opponents swollen and seeping crotch, I shift my hand to her wide open ass. Spank! “Wake up down there! Going to leave my mark on this trashy thing” and busily start scraping and scratching a great large L in that butt.
“You can say it stands for Lucky, but we all know better” as I dig and claw to carve my initial. “You are fortunate that I am not doing worse to you, you filthy cxnt” as I wrap up my task and start to rise. Using her legs to help me up, I manage to totter to my feet, still holding onto her ankles and looking down. Her face slick and puffy, clearly inferior, I smile down, and shift my foot onto her bitten tit and pose. Loud cheers fill the room and in the spirit of the moment, both husbands are shoved towards me, and I let Maureen’s legs drop as I grip each hard cock as if they were treasures. An electric thrill shoots through me, as I turn to Tim and inform him “I can’t wait honey”. My delicate hand rubbing on Lucky’s cock is missed by all except the prostrate Mo and, of course, Lucky.
(That’s all folks)
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Well done my friend so glad u beat that tramp maureen . An humiliated the filthy cxnt in front of everyone i cant stop laughing once again lin ur a true champ n a good friend xx
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Congrats Linda...............You conquered "The Mauler", and in the process, proved to be quite the mauler yourself. This was one of the most well-written and dirtiest stories to ever grace this forum.
The most thrilling part was when you and Maureen continued to fight tooth and nail as you were both getting porked from behind. I have a feeling we'll be seeing more of these type of fights as time passes. I would hope you'll allow me to check on your healing process over the next several weeks. Even in winning, I saw you absorb quite a horrific bearing. I believe I have something that can help you feel better in no time.
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I have to thank you Lucky, for providing such a rewarding prize to us combatants. My proud hubby Tim helped to sooth my wounds, but there are spots that still need solace, especially since I am placing him on a plane to go fishing for a few days. By the way, I suggest old fashioned iodine for Maureen where I gouged my initial on her flabby ass and bit her titty.
Let Mo know that I went easy on her, especially considering the way she squished my breast all to hell with her knee. She is on probation though, she has to stay away from married fellas, especially mine, or I will finish foot fucking her. I will appreciate any tender moments you can spare, since Tim will be absent, to help me recover.
The one thing that concerns me is that Tim saw all these slutty types cheering on the fight and he started asking questions about them. I just told him that they were old parochial school class mates of Maureen who wanted to see her get her just desserts. I don’t want to have to fight off more cock hungry cougars on the home front. At least Maureen won’t be harassing us anymore after the drubbing I gave her. I hope she likes her stubbles down there!
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I missed most of this till now. My mind is blown. What an incredible fight. Very creative, very out of the box in some ways. Fnatastic.
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Well, it looks as if my long-time nemesis, Maureen, is finished. What a fitting way for no good whore to go out........with her hairy pussy balded by a fat Irish wench.
And, to Lucky. If you should ever want to re-light the spark we've had , please don't hesitate to message me. You know I'm better than Miss flabby tits.
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Amazing how much pleasure Maureen’s awful loss has brought to so many. To be humiliated and scalped and shamed and mocked as entertainment is so well deserved. She came up short as a woman and paid the price.
But small minded and chested sluts like Dee should limit their remarks to the hapless loser Maureen, because they might share her fate if they insult me or try to ruin my hard won privileges with Lucky. (Isn’t it fascinating that a female rat and Dee have very similar mammaries)
Having protected the sanctity of my marriage and gained the admiration of Lucky, I thought my little story was at an end. Perhaps I will have to deal with an afterthought or two.