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MMA, Martial Arts,Kickboxing and NHB / Re: Let’s Find Out

« Last post by CuriousCombat on Today at 01:50:03 AM »

A little fast paced and not enough action for my taste. But, the buildup was freaking amazing.

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MMA, Martial Arts,Kickboxing and NHB / Let’s Find Out

« Last post by bcw8 on Today at 01:03:17 AM »

It was no secret that the two wives loathed each other.  Then why, you might ask, did the two couples vacation together?  Because the catty friction between the two women manifested itself in physical and sexual competition.  Outwardly they were cold; inwardly they seethed in ways that excited them. The husbands were the obvious beneficiaries of this.  During their week at the beach, the two women wore nothing during the day but the slightest of bikinis.  At night once they retired to bed, they wore nothing at all and made damn sure that the sounds of their increasingly savage fucking carried to the ears of the other. 

Either woman could have broken the spiral and ended the rising tide of hostility, simply by demanding to leave.  But neither did. Both seemed determined to stay, to prove something, in some way. 

Their husbands loved it.  They sought out small ways to promote jealousy, with comments and compliments made by one husband to the other wife.  The more they surreptitiously sponsored animosity, the less inhibited the women became, the more openly they competed. By the end of their stay, the two men’s cocks were nearly raw from their wives’ nightly aggression - but it was as if the two women themselves only grew more dangerous, more on the edge of some unpredictable explosion; a detonation that both of them wanted.

That last, hot afternoon, Tina returned from the beach, and dove into the private pool of their rented oceanfront house. Impulsively, she tossed her bikini top on the pool deck at the feet of Cindy’s husband, then languidly backstroked the length of the pool, her full breasts erotically swaying.  Her taut brown nipples jutted up, gleaming wet, as her body flexed. Her short brunette curls clung to her head, seal-like, ringing her face.  She had already decided that tonight, she wanted something different.  Along with her husband, she wanted Cindy’s husband, too. 

“”What the fuck is wrong with you?” Cindy snapped at Tina.  She stood at the door to the house, her lean body tensed.  She was athletic and blonde, with long legs.  Her breasts had been enhanced.  Tina had remarked on that several times, mentioning how hers were untouched by the surgeon’s knife, barely leaving unsaid the implication of superiority she clearly felt.  Her breasts were, in fact, as big as Cindy’s, and as high and firm. 

Tina only smirked back at her, from the pool.  “It feels good,” she said. “And the men don’t mind!” She tossed her head in the direction of the two men and brazenly cupped her breasts as she tread water.  “God, Cindy, I think I can see his hard-on!”  Cindy’s husband sat with his knees wide, and his trunks were indeed being tested.  “So BIG!” Tina sang. 

Cindy was furious, but composed her face into some semblance of control.  “Come help me in the kitchen, dear,” she called to her husband. The second he stepped over the threshold she pinned him to the wall with her mouth as her hands pushed his trunks down. “Are you hard for that bitch?” she hissed with her lips still on his.  She gripped his wrists and pulled his hands up roughly under her bikini top to her breasts then dropped one hand back to stroke his cock. 

“No, baby,” he said soothingly, “For you, only you.”  She dropped to a crouch and spit on his cock before wetly enveloping it between her breasts.  “Whose tits are better?” she whispered urgently.  “Tell me - hers? Or mine?”  Her skin was slick with sweat and she hugged her breasts tight around him and pinched her thick pink nipples.  She got her answer a few seconds later with a stream of his cum spattered across her chest. “I thought so,” she said, and stood.  “Fucking bitch, looking at your cock like that.”

He knew enough to remain silent. She smoothed his jism over her bare breasts and strutted back to her chair by the pool without her top, her hips swirling in the humid air.  Tina watched her with narrowed eyes.  She climbed the ladder from the pool, water streaming from her hair and body.  Her husband came to her with a towel but rather than accept it she openly freed his cock and crouched to take it instead into her mouth.  Her dark nipples bobbed as she sucked, and he lasted no longer than his counterpart had.  Tina lasciviously let his cum drip to her chest as Cindy watched in angry silence. 

The first threshold had been crossed.

They did put on shirts for dinner - Tina, a tight white T-shirt that left her dark nipples clearly visible; Cindy, one of her husband’s dress shirts with only two middle buttons casually done.  They ate on the patio in near silence. The first bottle of red went quickly, as did the second.  The third was well under way when Cindy turned to Tina’s husband.  Her tongue was loose and her temper was at a high simmer.  She flicked open one of her buttons. 

“So,” she said to him.  “Before dinner my husband came on my tits.  How about you - do you want a turn for dessert?  I’m sure Tina’s little poolside stunt didn’t empty you.”

“Shut up, Cindy,” said Tina coldly.  “Don’t be a bitch just because your man stares at me.”  She looked at Cindy’s husband.  “Did you really manage to cum on her tits? I’m impressed. I don’t think she’s really got the chest for it.” She arched her shoulders back and her nipples tented the cotton like a finger pressed into the weave.

“Fuck you,” Cindy said, and twitched her remaining button open. Her shirt fell open as she leaned back.  “I wasn’t talking to you, Tina. I was talking to your husband.” She ran a finger through her cleavage. “My man’s cum is all dry now.  I need more.”

“I heard you, you know,” Tina said brittlely.  “When you asked your husband who had the better tits?  But I didn’t hear him answer, did you?”

“He answered by shooting his fucking load,” said Cindy tightly. 

“Not really an answer, is it?” needled Tina.  “I mean, he couldn’t even say the words.”

Cindy’s glass toppled as she stood abruptly and walked furiously into the house.  Tina smirked, and stood.  “Come on, boys,” she said.   

The blonde was waiting for her, combing out her long hair with her fingers. 

“So, we have a question on the table,” she said, her voice half-hoarse with suppressed fury.  “Let’s settle it. Let’s find out.”

“What do you mean?” Tina’s husband said slowly.  But Tina knew.  Her fingers curled around the bottom of her T-shirt and she peeled it up and off as Cindy shrugged her open shirt off her shoulders. 

“You wanna fight me, Cindy?” Tina purred.  “Fight me with your tits?  Huh?  Is that what you want, bitch?”

Cindy’s mouth twitched, and she nodded.  “Who’s the better woman?” she asked softly.  “Who gets both men tonight?”

Neither husband said a word.  The second threshold was crossed. 

Tina stepped forward, her mouth curled into a snarl.  “I’ll crushed your fucking tits, Cindy. I’ll send you back to an A-cup training bra.”  Her fists were clenched.  Equal in height, one of her jutting milk chocolate nipples dragged across Cindy’s cherry pink.  Unbidden, instinctively, their hands found each other, their fingers interlaced, as if to partner in a dance. 

Then without warning, Tina exploded into the blonde from only a foot away.  Her hard breasts uppercut Cindy’s like twin fists.  Cindy staggered back, and then screamed, a choked wounded animal cry, when Tina’s tits rammed into hers a second time, with shocking, brutal force.  The blonde’s head whipped back as burning pain erupted in her flattened breasts, in her sternum, in her ribcage. 

It had to have hurt Tina, too, but her dark eyes were wild with adrenaline and hate.  Again, and again, and again, she used her chest as a weapon, hammering her rival.  The sound of each impact was indescribable - a meaty slap mingled with gasps of effort and pain - a sound that belonged in an arena rather than a beach house.  Cindy absorbed each blow, her teeth clenched, the muscles in her back and belly rigid, her body braced.  It was a primitive, savage contest, rawly feminine.  Their hard bellies slapped together.  Their hard-flexed asses shuddered.  Their cheeks were streaked with tears, their tanned bodies with sweat. 

The husbands watched in fascination, wedding vows forgotten.  They could have been Neanderthals in a cave, or slave traders at a pit.  Neither even exhorted his own wife.  They were dumb, docile bulls, slack-jawed and achingly erect at the spectacle of their women locked together in exquisite pain.

But even the most skilled surgeon leaves scar tissue that can tear.  Cindy was in agony as Tina relentlessly pounded her.  Her pink nipples were red-raw.  Her paler skin bloomed lividly with burst capillaries.  Tina was hell-bent, uncaring of the damage to her own breasts.  All week she had dreamt of somehow subjugating the arrogant blonde, of humiliating her.  Now, with her eyes closed and teeth bared, she dreamt of bursting Cindy’s phony plastic tits with her own.

She nearly did.  She beat Cindy’s breasts until she sank to her knees, sobbing, cradling her chest when Tina released her hands.  Tina luxuriated in the moment, her head thrown back, her own breasts burning but proudly erect, her nipples still rigid. She let the thrill of victory wash over her then turned to Cindy’s husband with a feral smile. 

But there was a ferocity in Cindy, a buried nature that civilized society repressed.  Tina had awakened it, enraged it, humiliated it, and opened the door to its cage.  Cindy lurched to her feet with a cry of pure flame. Her fist lashed across Tina’s face.  The lithe brunette spun into the wall, her curls whipping.  Cindy pinned her there, driving punches low into her belly.  The blonde woman’s small hard fists shredded Tina’s gym-toned abs, turning them to mush, cutting through the surrendering muscle to her ovaries. Waves of cramps buckled the brunette in half but Cindy still attacked. 

Tina couldn’t breathe.  She was hurt, and shocked.  What was happening?  She had won - she had beaten Cindy’s tits! She had humiliated her in front of both husbands!  But now - now she was being gutted, fighting not to puke from pain. And when her arms dropped to protect her abdomen, the raging blonde viciously hit her in the face again, bursting her lips against her teeth. 

Still neither mesmerized husband moved to intervene. The third threshold was crossed.  There was nothing now but two animals.

Cindy swung again, intent on smashing Tina’s face. Wild-eyed,Tina blocked her fist with a forearm, then slashed the edge of her hand into Cindy’s neck just under her jawline.  It was instinctive and savage.  Cindy’s head whipped as if she’d been roped. Tina hit her again, a closed fist now, an uppercut in the lower hemisphere of her already-bruised breast. 

They fought from room to room, the two men following them in a daze.  Fists and knees, yes, but mostly with claws and the blunt weapon of their own body.  Some primitive hunger drove them to ripping away each other’s bikini bottom, to exposing their rival’s swollen labia, glistening wet, erotically engorged.  The sight only deepened their frenzy, their need to dominate.  Each with a hand in the other’s hair, wrenching her neck, their claws abandoned breasts for this ultimate intimate battlefield. Neither tried to defend.  To the contrary, they opened their thighs willingly, even eagerly.  They wanted this …

Both women screamed as lacquered nails penetrated, curled, and raked.  Both shuddered like trees taking the lumberjack’s axe as well-filed points gouged deep into their throbbing clits.  They viciously tore at each other, rabid dogs, beyond caring about anything but the destruction of the other’s sex, the very core of her womanhood.  They gasped and shrieked as both plunged deeper, as both forced their way into the other’s vagina, as both harrowed the other’s g-spot. 

The husbands moved closer as the two women sank to their knees. As if with one mind, they released hair and sank the fingers of their free hand into the other’s breast, twisting and kneading.  Tina dug deep into Cindy’s implant.  Cindy twisted Tina’s areola into a grotesque corkscrew.  All while still gouging and clawing deep into each other’s pussy.  Neither of them screamed now.  They were beyond that.  Their only sounds were soft sobs of suffering.   

It was Cindy who failed. Her arms went limp, her hands dropped.  Her head bowed.  “Stop,” she whispered, dully, lifelessly.

Tina shook her head in refusal.  Cindy could only shudder, her eyes closed. Her breasts were misshapen in the brunette’s grip, her nipples sagging and leaking.   Her inner thighs were streaked with her juices and her blood.  “Tell him,” demanded Tina, her own voice unsteady.  “Tell your husband that I’m better than you.”

“Please no,” Cindy moaned.  She jerked suddenly, electrically, as Tina sadistically squeezed her implant.  “Tell him, bitch,” Tina said through clenched teeth.  “Tell him to fuck me.  To save yourself.  Or I’ll rupture your tits.  Look at him and say it.”

Cindy’s breathing hitched with a gut-wrenching sob.  “She’s better than me,” she said, brokenly.  You should…fuck her.”

Tina stood. Cindy remained on her knees as the brunette led both husbands to her bed. 

True hate grows from humiliation.  Cindy knelt there, cradling her tortured breasts, listening to the fevered sounds of Tina’s orgasms, the animal grunts of the men taking turns or both at once.  She listened, and she vowed revenge, silently slipping at last and alone to her bed.  Her husband finally came to her at dawn, utterly drained.  Her final humiliation was that, though she desperately tried, she couldn’t get him hard for her.   She turned away in the bed until he left again.   

Cindy divorced her husband.  Tina’s husband left her as well; despite his participation that night, her hunger for another man ate away at him.  She didn’t really mind.  Single again, she enjoyed her freedom immensely.   Her fight with Cindy had awakened something in her, something deep and primitively predatory.  She hunted, in a sense, for married men, men with blonde wives, like Cindy. 

Eventually, she found him. His wedding ring glinted with newness.  He wasn’t easy to seduce, but what man is perfect?

His wife was happy. Happier than she had been in two years, since a brutal summer night; happiness that dissolved like a mirage when Tina’s text, and photo, arrived on her phone.

Hello, Cindy!  I want this one, too.  Let’s find out.

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Chat Fight Logs / Re: Maria Milf and her daughter to calm down or the war continues.

« Last post by MilfMaria on Yesterday at 11:51:47 PM »

My Mia was more than capable of handling that niece of yours, that little bitch Viktoria got her ass handed to her by Mia, and you keep running your mouth BITCH and youll get yours handed to you all, you want a fucking war, you got one!!

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Chat Fight Logs / Maria Milf and her daughter to calm down or the war continues.

« Last post by AngelaAlps on Yesterday at 07:49:41 PM »

My name is Angela, I am 50 years old, and I appeared here because after the brutal fight that happened between my cousin ViktorieVamp and Maria’s daughter Mija, this will not just end like that.
If you’re wondering why I’m doing this and why I’m provoking a new potential conflict, I’ll explain. That lying, frustrated Mija decided, together with her mother, to spread lies and nonsense. That’s why I chose to step in and show that Viktorie is not alone in this war.
If it was 2 against 1, now it will be 2 against 2 — and it will be ruthless. Let me be clear: I am not starting a war, but if it’s inevitable and meant to happen, then it will happen.
So ViktorieVamp, I’m with you. You are not alone. We stand together until the end.

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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Nasty Brawl - Mia Vs Viktoria

« Last post by AngelaAlps on Yesterday at 07:27:54 PM »

I finally get the the muddy beach location where my Mia told me she would be fighting some blonde swedish bitch and I see that the two of them are locked against each other trading hard nasty punches!! "COME MIA, DROP HER!!"

To introduce myself, I'm Victoria's aunt, I'm 43 years old. I came to support my cousin. I heard that they were fighting fiercely.  And if Maria, her mother tries something, she will have a problem with me.

sorry typo 50y*

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General Discussion / Eric Dale Catfights on Amazon

« Last post by Rocko23 on Yesterday at 06:49:01 PM »

Has anyone read any of his stories? If so any good- and what are the fights like? Wonder if he lurks or is a member here?

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General Discussion about Catfights / Re: How companies find everyday women to fight/wrestle for them

« Last post by mjdfff on Yesterday at 04:40:36 PM »

Also remember that a Women's Wrestling Convention - a 'legitimate' convention - was raided and shut down no sooner than it got started back in the 90's in California. Don't know the details but lots of fans traveled far and wide for nothing when this 'raid' of a female wrestling show shut it down.

I was at that event, in Pasadena. It was quite disappointing, but it was fun while it lasted. Lots of industry heavyweights were there including DWW. The reason it was shut down was that the organizer hadn't gotten proper permits. If I'm recalling correctly it was not put on by the same organizer as the other conventions.

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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Backdoor Beatdown - Debra VS MarieF

« Last post by fchman on Yesterday at 04:24:31 PM »

OMG, Debra's shoulder slams into Marief's beautiful chest, sending her to the ground. Debra pins her down! It's so sexy but embarrassing for Marief. Marief struggles, it's intense!

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Poll Challenges! / Re: anyone for a poll match

« Last post by Norulezemma on Yesterday at 03:47:54 PM »

Would anyone please do a poll match with me? I am looking for a challenge

Rematch? 

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Poll Challenges! / Re: Best round plump juicy ass on this tournament

« Last post by Posie Gardner on Yesterday at 02:31:02 PM »

Count me in—I'm ready to enter and dominate this juicy plump peach shaped ass tournament ?
Posie Gardner here, 5'6", under 145lbs, Amsterdam-based but built like a weapon. My peach is natural, plump, perfectly rounded, and I know exactly how to work it in any battle or grind. Committed and confident—let's see if the others can handle real competition. Tag me when entries close or voting starts ? Who's judging this?