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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Re: Another Night In Kentucky
« Last post by Rgh37 on Today at 03:25:57 PM »This story was amazing. Did you ever finish the punishment round?
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Sexfighting and Titfighting / The Only Hope
« Last post by Janine_G on Today at 03:10:45 PM »"Kara, you're the only one who can take her down."
"Yeah, Kara, you're our only hope!" The young women, all seniors in the same high school, all chuckled at the sentence.
"No, I don't think so." said the busty 18 year old.
"She's afraid," said Denise, who had a rack that rivaled Kara's, "And who wouldn't be, I mean, I'm no slouch in the tit department and she practically ruined my girls. She's got tits that can crush concrete. I think we just have to get through this year as is."
"She's such a fucking bully, she can't be the class captain--she'll torture all of us." said another senior.
Kara's mind wandered off to the conversation she had with her mother two days earlier.
"You don't have to be everyone's savior, honey. You were blessed with a great chest, something you got from me who got it from your grandmother. That comes with a lot of attention, and a bad back..." she joked, but was serious.
"I know mom, but Brittany Parker has been lording over all of us in the class and she is such a bitch."
"I thought Denise SInclair was giong to take her down."
"Oh god mom, you should have seen it. Denise tried, and it was a good fight, but Brittany absolutely destroyed her. Denise was crying afterwards and had to basically be carried out of the locker room."
"Oh, honey, exactly why you should not get involved. I have to tell you a quick note of warning. Linda Parker, Brittany's mother, was the same way when we were in high school."
'Yeah?" and Kara watched as her mother removed her t-shirt and bra, right there in the kitchen, releasing her massive tits.
"The women in my class begged me to put her in her place and so I agreed. And we fought. Aunt Carol gave me additional advice and holy shit was it a war. Nearly every girl in the senior class crowded into that locker room now almost 25 years ago and we battled. And Linda won. But Linda wanted to make sure that everyone knew she won and that I never challenged her again, so after beating me down, she battered my tits until they were so misshapen and damaged that they never quite recovered. "
"What do you mean?" Kara interjected, "You've got great tits."
But then her mom said, "I am going to step back and you look at my boobs without a bra or shirt on."
It was only then that Kara noticed that her mom's breasts definitely had an odd contour to them and while no pair are ever alike, her mom's tits were definitely more different than normal boobs. She nodded quietly.
"I suspect that Linda has taught Brittany how to use her tits, and how to be mean. I also suspect that in some way, if you and Brittany ever fought, she would see it as a way to continue her mom's legacy of the dominant alpha female in this town. I can't tell you what to do, but I want you to aware and thoughtful about it. There will be a lot of pressure for you to engage with her, you are very well endowed and having seen you and Brittany both at the town pool, I think you are bigger, and I suspect she is aware and very envious. She will want to put you in your place the moment she gets a chance, but she won't challenge you herself, because she would rather not put herself at risk of losing."
"Do you think I can beat her, if I had to?" Kara asked.
"Of course, honey. You have your grandmother's tits, even more than mine. Yours are heavy and dense and I know you can beat her. But it's not all about the weapons. Sometimes, there is more to it."
"C'mon Kara! You've got to do it!" she was broken from her reverie by her best friend Michelle shaking her by her shoulders.
Kara shook her head quietly as several of the girls continued to plead with her.
It took two weeks of constant pleading before Kara finally acquiesced. "Okay" she said, with thoughtful deliberation. She told the girls she would do it. She spoke with Denise and learned what she could from her crushing defeat to the other bitch and then passed word to Brittany that she wanted to fight.
As was customary, the girls would go to the girl's locker room well into the evening--after janitorial staff and everyone else was gone, and settle things there. For decades, the key to the back door of the high school girls locker room had been surreptitiuously passed around the women for just this purpose.
When Kara and her friends got to the locker that night, Brittany and her bee hive of friends were already there. The busty brunette was vaping as she waited for Kara to show up.
"Well, if it isn't Kara Sorrento. I never thought this day would come, but I'm going to enjoy it immensely." Her massive chest strained at the t-shirt she was wearing, her thick nipples were poking through. The crowd was already very edgy...
"So will I Brittany, so will I...." Kara said, her own chest stretching her t-shirt...
"Yeah, Kara, you're our only hope!" The young women, all seniors in the same high school, all chuckled at the sentence.
"No, I don't think so." said the busty 18 year old.
"She's afraid," said Denise, who had a rack that rivaled Kara's, "And who wouldn't be, I mean, I'm no slouch in the tit department and she practically ruined my girls. She's got tits that can crush concrete. I think we just have to get through this year as is."
"She's such a fucking bully, she can't be the class captain--she'll torture all of us." said another senior.
Kara's mind wandered off to the conversation she had with her mother two days earlier.
"You don't have to be everyone's savior, honey. You were blessed with a great chest, something you got from me who got it from your grandmother. That comes with a lot of attention, and a bad back..." she joked, but was serious.
"I know mom, but Brittany Parker has been lording over all of us in the class and she is such a bitch."
"I thought Denise SInclair was giong to take her down."
"Oh god mom, you should have seen it. Denise tried, and it was a good fight, but Brittany absolutely destroyed her. Denise was crying afterwards and had to basically be carried out of the locker room."
"Oh, honey, exactly why you should not get involved. I have to tell you a quick note of warning. Linda Parker, Brittany's mother, was the same way when we were in high school."
'Yeah?" and Kara watched as her mother removed her t-shirt and bra, right there in the kitchen, releasing her massive tits.
"The women in my class begged me to put her in her place and so I agreed. And we fought. Aunt Carol gave me additional advice and holy shit was it a war. Nearly every girl in the senior class crowded into that locker room now almost 25 years ago and we battled. And Linda won. But Linda wanted to make sure that everyone knew she won and that I never challenged her again, so after beating me down, she battered my tits until they were so misshapen and damaged that they never quite recovered. "
"What do you mean?" Kara interjected, "You've got great tits."
But then her mom said, "I am going to step back and you look at my boobs without a bra or shirt on."
It was only then that Kara noticed that her mom's breasts definitely had an odd contour to them and while no pair are ever alike, her mom's tits were definitely more different than normal boobs. She nodded quietly.
"I suspect that Linda has taught Brittany how to use her tits, and how to be mean. I also suspect that in some way, if you and Brittany ever fought, she would see it as a way to continue her mom's legacy of the dominant alpha female in this town. I can't tell you what to do, but I want you to aware and thoughtful about it. There will be a lot of pressure for you to engage with her, you are very well endowed and having seen you and Brittany both at the town pool, I think you are bigger, and I suspect she is aware and very envious. She will want to put you in your place the moment she gets a chance, but she won't challenge you herself, because she would rather not put herself at risk of losing."
"Do you think I can beat her, if I had to?" Kara asked.
"Of course, honey. You have your grandmother's tits, even more than mine. Yours are heavy and dense and I know you can beat her. But it's not all about the weapons. Sometimes, there is more to it."
"C'mon Kara! You've got to do it!" she was broken from her reverie by her best friend Michelle shaking her by her shoulders.
Kara shook her head quietly as several of the girls continued to plead with her.
It took two weeks of constant pleading before Kara finally acquiesced. "Okay" she said, with thoughtful deliberation. She told the girls she would do it. She spoke with Denise and learned what she could from her crushing defeat to the other bitch and then passed word to Brittany that she wanted to fight.
As was customary, the girls would go to the girl's locker room well into the evening--after janitorial staff and everyone else was gone, and settle things there. For decades, the key to the back door of the high school girls locker room had been surreptitiuously passed around the women for just this purpose.
When Kara and her friends got to the locker that night, Brittany and her bee hive of friends were already there. The busty brunette was vaping as she waited for Kara to show up.
"Well, if it isn't Kara Sorrento. I never thought this day would come, but I'm going to enjoy it immensely." Her massive chest strained at the t-shirt she was wearing, her thick nipples were poking through. The crowd was already very edgy...
"So will I Brittany, so will I...." Kara said, her own chest stretching her t-shirt...
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: rookie/newcomer of the year 2025 round 2
« Last post by The Hunter on Today at 03:09:20 PM »hmmm...watching......Get Her...Emma.......
Come on Mia, finish that little bitch emma off!
eyeing maria.....almost like looking in a mirror...
Glaring back at Lauren and the fact that this blonde bitch and I am built very similar
Yes but 1 is CLEARLY the lesser woman.
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Catfight Art / Re: Divorce Disagreement
« Last post by papagala on Today at 03:02:29 PM »I like the scenario, I find it very exciting and why not realistic! The poses are very good as always!I would like to see some more poses that can happen in fights between women, like facesitting or pins, leg scissors , especially in combination with hairpulling (the opponent's head between the legs and pulling hair) , mutual leg scissoring, kicking each other, even in floor-fighting etc. There are so many ways the women can fight each other...
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Producer Announcements / MixedBattles.com - new mixed fighting gallery
« Last post by Stephanie Park on Today at 02:13:34 PM »New #CFNM mixed #wrestling and #noxing gallery added to www.mixedbattles.com - free story and 400 Full HD pictures, welcome!
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Homewreckers fight: Brianna vs Maxine
« Last post by marlu Queen on Today at 11:57:18 AM »I think these two bitches will destroy each other in the fight
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Producer Announcements / Dress Code Violation: The HR Rip-Off
« Last post by FEMMEFIGHT on Today at 10:00:58 AM »Dress Code Violation: The HR Rip-Off
The meeting in the HR office was tense from the moment Ivy Rain walked in. Dressed defiantly in a bright red skirt and a plunging white blouse, she was a walking violation of the company's strict "all black" policy. Hannah Shaw, the HR Manager, sat behind her desk, unimpressed. She launched into a lecture about professionalism, scolding Ivy for her colorful defiance and pointing out that her necklines were simply "a step too far" for the office environment. Hannah thought she was issuing a warning. She didn't realize she was lighting a fuse.
Ivy’s patience snapped. She stood up, eyes blazing. "You have a problem with my neckline?" she hissed. "Let's fix yours." In a blur of motion, Ivy lunged across the desk. She grabbed the front of Hannah’s beige sleeveless top and ripped it violently open, buttons popping across the room as she exposed the manager's lingerie. The disciplinary meeting instantly dissolved into a brawl.
Hannah, shocked and furious, fought back, and the two women crashed to the office floor. The fight became a frenzy of shredding fabric. Ivy, fueled by the injustice of the dress code, tore at Hannah's pink skirt, ripping the slit wider until the garment was practically hanging off her. Hannah retaliated, grabbing handfuls of Ivy’s red skirt and white blouse, tearing them from her body in chunks. They rolled across the carpet, a tangle of limbs and ruined clothes, wrestling furiously until they were both stripped down to their underwear. Ivy Rain had made her point: if the company wanted to police what she wore, she would ensure that by the end of the meeting, no one was wearing anything at all.
https://femmefight.com/
The meeting in the HR office was tense from the moment Ivy Rain walked in. Dressed defiantly in a bright red skirt and a plunging white blouse, she was a walking violation of the company's strict "all black" policy. Hannah Shaw, the HR Manager, sat behind her desk, unimpressed. She launched into a lecture about professionalism, scolding Ivy for her colorful defiance and pointing out that her necklines were simply "a step too far" for the office environment. Hannah thought she was issuing a warning. She didn't realize she was lighting a fuse.
Ivy’s patience snapped. She stood up, eyes blazing. "You have a problem with my neckline?" she hissed. "Let's fix yours." In a blur of motion, Ivy lunged across the desk. She grabbed the front of Hannah’s beige sleeveless top and ripped it violently open, buttons popping across the room as she exposed the manager's lingerie. The disciplinary meeting instantly dissolved into a brawl.
Hannah, shocked and furious, fought back, and the two women crashed to the office floor. The fight became a frenzy of shredding fabric. Ivy, fueled by the injustice of the dress code, tore at Hannah's pink skirt, ripping the slit wider until the garment was practically hanging off her. Hannah retaliated, grabbing handfuls of Ivy’s red skirt and white blouse, tearing them from her body in chunks. They rolled across the carpet, a tangle of limbs and ruined clothes, wrestling furiously until they were both stripped down to their underwear. Ivy Rain had made her point: if the company wanted to police what she wore, she would ensure that by the end of the meeting, no one was wearing anything at all.
https://femmefight.com/
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Producer Announcements / Re: New Producer
« Last post by judokadude on Today at 09:50:08 AM »Trailer: https://mixedwrestling.video/v/mYfQRY
Buy it: https://ko-fi.com/s/3dfe6a2924
These two girls meet for the second time and after their first fight where one of the girls ended up somewhat frustrated especially by the domination of their previous encounter, she comes determined to take revenge. During the 30 minutes both girls give and receive no quarter, concluding the fight in a sexfight to see who is the better woman once and for all.
Buy it: https://ko-fi.com/s/3dfe6a2924
These two girls meet for the second time and after their first fight where one of the girls ended up somewhat frustrated especially by the domination of their previous encounter, she comes determined to take revenge. During the 30 minutes both girls give and receive no quarter, concluding the fight in a sexfight to see who is the better woman once and for all.
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Producer Announcements / RAIN0315 Em Yang vs Kourtney Inked Sexfight
« Last post by MrRain on Today at 09:16:00 AM »https://mrrainsexfights.com/videos/336-rain0315-em-yang-vs-kourtney-inked-sexfight or https://www.clips4sale.com/studio/172817/32471415/rain0315-em-yang-vs-kourtney-inked-sexfight-hd
Since bursting on the scene Kourtney Inked has proven to be a dominating sexfighter, destroying opponent after opponent and leaving a trail of wet pussies in her wake, even Medina Williams was unable to stop her.
Today busty Em Yang challenges Kourtney, and soon finds herself with fingers inside her pussy and being made to cum.
Em tries her best but is completely outclassed by Kourtney who goes to work on Em and aiming to inflict orgasm after orgasm on the sexy busty blonde.
Since bursting on the scene Kourtney Inked has proven to be a dominating sexfighter, destroying opponent after opponent and leaving a trail of wet pussies in her wake, even Medina Williams was unable to stop her.
Today busty Em Yang challenges Kourtney, and soon finds herself with fingers inside her pussy and being made to cum.
Em tries her best but is completely outclassed by Kourtney who goes to work on Em and aiming to inflict orgasm after orgasm on the sexy busty blonde.
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Family Fights / Re: Sharon vs Jenny: Mother Daughter Catfight
« Last post by bobf on Today at 07:05:21 AM »The exhaustion hung heavy in the air, but the hatred hadn't burned out yet. Sharon's hand tightened around Jenny's, not in forgiveness, but in a sudden twist of leverage. With a guttural snarl, the older woman rolled on top of her daughter, pinning Jenny's wrists above her head with one hand while her knee dug into the younger brunette's thigh.
"You think it's over, you vicious little cxnt?" Sharon hissed, her face inches from Jenny's bloodied lips. "I'm not done teaching you respect."
Jenny struggled, bucking her hips, but the fight had taken its toll—her body was slower, weaker. Sharon released one wrist just long enough to flip Jenny onto her stomach, face down on the rug. Jenny clawed at the floor, trying to crawl away, but Sharon straddled her back, grabbing a fistful of her daughter's disheveled hair and yanking her head back painfully.
"Stay down, bitch," Sharon growled. She shifted lower, planting her weight on Jenny's lower back to immobilize her legs. With her free hand, Sharon spread Jenny's ass cheeks roughly, exposing her completely. Jenny's eyes widened in panic as she realized what was coming.
"Mom—no—please—" Jenny begged, her voice breaking, but Sharon wasn't listening anymore.
Sharon spat directly onto Jenny's tight asshole, then without mercy drove two fingers deep inside, twisting and pumping viciously. Jenny screamed, a raw, animal sound that echoed off the walls, her body arching in agony as her mother mauled her most private, sensitive hole.
"This was Yuki's favorite move on you, right? Let's seeif it works for me." Sharon whispered venomously, adding a third finger and thrusting harder, stretching and tearing at the tender ring. "Now feel what real pain is."
Jenny's nails scraped uselessly against the rug, tears streaming down her face as her mother's fingers scissored and probed deeper, deliberately cruel. Sharon's hand worked relentlessly, knuckles grinding in and out.
"I give up, Mom...Please stop..."
Jenny's screams turned to sobs, her body going limp under the assault. Only when Jenny stopped fighting entirely—shuddering, broken—did Sharon finally pull her fingers free.
She rolled off, both women collapsing side by side again, chests heaving. The room reeked of sweat, blood, and defeat.
Sharon stared at the ceiling, her hand trembling. Jenny curled into a fetal position, quietly crying.
Sharon pulled Jenny into her and cradled her head. "I'm sorry I had to that, baby. I'm sorry..."
The end
