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Catfighting / Re: Ladies Room Catfight: Sonja vs Isha
« Last post by tommyfighter on Yesterday at 04:00:41 PM »Hot
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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: Final Showdown: Jessica (MtF) vs Sonny (FtM)
« Last post by Dirty bad bitch on Yesterday at 03:31:09 PM »Hang in there, twin sibling Sonny Boi 
... fight back & tire the MtF bitch, Jessica, out ... besides we all know, she's really just a jobber who craves domination, doesn't she? 
- Sonja (Sin)
(P.S. Sonny & I are twin siblings known as the Sin Twins ... and you'll see more of us around soon ... )
... fight back & tire the MtF bitch, Jessica, out ... besides we all know, she's really just a jobber who craves domination, doesn't she? - Sonja (Sin)
(P.S. Sonny & I are twin siblings known as the Sin Twins ... and you'll see more of us around soon ...
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Catfight Web Sites & Sources / Re: Ultimate Fighting Girl company
« Last post by locked on Yesterday at 03:25:46 PM »Never heard of them .... and they say they started in 2020 .
I'd be cautious about ordering only because of the language isn't all in English and I want a preview to look at and all they offer is a few pictures . Everyone should be providing previews so you can get an idea of quality of the shoot, etc.
I notice now that girls known from one company showing up at other companies , which usually didn't happen. It always seemed for the most part a model from one company was only seen there or at a 'sister' company if the producer had two companies going on.
Noticed this awhile ago with Fighting Dolls .... girls that were only on their sites are appearing at other sites now besides quite a few of their more popular ones are MIA in recent months.
I'd be cautious about ordering only because of the language isn't all in English and I want a preview to look at and all they offer is a few pictures . Everyone should be providing previews so you can get an idea of quality of the shoot, etc.
I notice now that girls known from one company showing up at other companies , which usually didn't happen. It always seemed for the most part a model from one company was only seen there or at a 'sister' company if the producer had two companies going on.
Noticed this awhile ago with Fighting Dolls .... girls that were only on their sites are appearing at other sites now besides quite a few of their more popular ones are MIA in recent months.
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Catfighting / Ladies Room Catfight: Sonja vs Isha
« Last post by Dirty bad bitch on Yesterday at 03:20:41 PM »Ladies Room Catfight: Sonja vs Isha
It was an extremely hot day in the middle of nowhere. The diner in which our tale begins was a fairly small establishment and was staffed solely by an elderly lady who appeared to be in a semi comatose state. This senior citizen communicated only in grunts while dealing with her (admittedly small) clientele. At the moment this consisted of myself (Sonja) and another woman who appeared to be in her late thirties also gulping down the unhealthy fry up that was the common fare at this restaurant. We are seated separately from each other, and apart from us and the aforementioned elderly woman, the diner was deserted.
The other was an Indian woman named Isha. My name is Sonja, and I’m a natural red head with a matching trimmed bush.??I was annoyed and truly pissed. I had thought that driving to the business conference would have been a piece of cake but I had taken a wrong turning somewhere and had ended up completely lost. It was now 11.30 am and the conference had started at 11am. When trying to call ahead I had discovered my cell phones batteries had run out and I had spotted the out of order sign on the diners pay phone. Oh well I thought exasperatedly as I finished off the last of her food. At least I can get a cup of coffee in this crummy place, and I rose and strode towards the counter intending to do just that.
Unfortunately the other woman, Isha, had settled on the same idea and I bumped into her when she was returning from just such an errand with a cup of coffee clasped in her hand. The inevitable collision occurred and dark liquid sprayed over the attire of both of us. Though we had leapt back and thus avoided most of the deluge we had both been hit by some of it.
Understandably neither of us was amused by the situation.
"Clumsy cow!” I said as I checked myself over.
"Me? You're the bitch who should watch where she's going! Where the fuck are the toilets around here?" responded Isha snappily. The old woman pointed with one palsied hand to a small building to the side of the diner, and Isha walked towards it. After a brief pause I followed her and the old woman slipped back into her semi coma.??I left the diner and walked rapidly towards the building that Isha had just entered. As I walked indignation filled me as she seethed at the insult given to mer in the diner. The ignorant fool had barged into me and then had the audacity to call me a Bitch!
Well that bitch was just about to learn a valuable lesson about keeping her fucking mouth shut, I thought furiously. I pushed aside the door to the ladies room and found a quite pleasant spacious room. There were three stalls and opposite them 3 sinks with mirrors. There was no filth and in comparison to most other public toilets this was a gem.
That Indian bitch, Isha, was standing in front of one of the mirrors inspecting herself, her jacket and purse on the floor beside her. She glanced over when she saw me enter but than turned back to her own reflection. “You're not gonna want to do that when I'm done with you”, I thought grimly, “I’m gonna fuck you up so bad!”??I closed the door and seeing an inside lock on the top reached up and fastened it. Than I took off my jacket and placed it carefully on the floor with her purse next to it. In a strident tone that was the modern feminine equivalent of a gauntlet in the face, I heatedly said "Fucking slut, are you going to apologize now for swearing at me or am I going to have to beat an apology out of you?"
Isha turned to face me and rage mottled her face at my words. She responded with the faintest hint of an Indian accent in her words, "All I did was call you a bitch, and from your behavior here that is a title that you richly deserve. If you came here looking for trouble, be warned - Bitch! You're gonna find that you've bitten off a lot more than you can chew!"
With those words the die was cast. Battle would soon be joined and soon one of us would be triumphant while the other would be cowering at the victor’s feet.??Each of us stopped to gaze at the other analyzing each other with their agate gazes and trying to gauge out possible areas of weakness. Though we were no longer aflush with the glow of youth, both of us were still attractive and could turn heads of both sexes if we had a mind to.
I’m 5"11 with a medium build and have a smallish bosom. My red hair was cut short, in a military style buzz cut. I had on a dark knee length skirt, a white crop top, white bra, white see-through thong, flesh coloured pantyhose. My height was boosted by the knee high boots with 2 inch heels I was wearing.
Isha was 5"9 with a bigger bosom than me and she had a slimmer figure. Her lustrous black hair fell mid way down her back like an ebony waterfall. The Indian was wearing a blue mini skirt, white crop top, flesh colored bra & matching thong, and 2 inch heels.
Both of us were veterans of female combat with a number of battles under their belts. Each had suffered defeats and celebrated victories and each realized that here there was an adversary to be reckoned with. With hands outstretched we stepped towards each other and combat began! I grabbed for Isha’s thick black hair, and Isha responded likewise, and soon we were staggering around the ladies room precariously on our heels while engaged in a fierce hair pulling contest. White hands tugged and tore away strands of black hair, and brown hands also ineffectually tried ripping away at my short-cropped, red hair.
Who do you think will win this catfight?
Please vote to give your opinion here at this link: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=123971.0
TO BE CONTINUED ...
It was an extremely hot day in the middle of nowhere. The diner in which our tale begins was a fairly small establishment and was staffed solely by an elderly lady who appeared to be in a semi comatose state. This senior citizen communicated only in grunts while dealing with her (admittedly small) clientele. At the moment this consisted of myself (Sonja) and another woman who appeared to be in her late thirties also gulping down the unhealthy fry up that was the common fare at this restaurant. We are seated separately from each other, and apart from us and the aforementioned elderly woman, the diner was deserted.
The other was an Indian woman named Isha. My name is Sonja, and I’m a natural red head with a matching trimmed bush.??I was annoyed and truly pissed. I had thought that driving to the business conference would have been a piece of cake but I had taken a wrong turning somewhere and had ended up completely lost. It was now 11.30 am and the conference had started at 11am. When trying to call ahead I had discovered my cell phones batteries had run out and I had spotted the out of order sign on the diners pay phone. Oh well I thought exasperatedly as I finished off the last of her food. At least I can get a cup of coffee in this crummy place, and I rose and strode towards the counter intending to do just that.
Unfortunately the other woman, Isha, had settled on the same idea and I bumped into her when she was returning from just such an errand with a cup of coffee clasped in her hand. The inevitable collision occurred and dark liquid sprayed over the attire of both of us. Though we had leapt back and thus avoided most of the deluge we had both been hit by some of it.
Understandably neither of us was amused by the situation.
"Clumsy cow!” I said as I checked myself over.
"Me? You're the bitch who should watch where she's going! Where the fuck are the toilets around here?" responded Isha snappily. The old woman pointed with one palsied hand to a small building to the side of the diner, and Isha walked towards it. After a brief pause I followed her and the old woman slipped back into her semi coma.??I left the diner and walked rapidly towards the building that Isha had just entered. As I walked indignation filled me as she seethed at the insult given to mer in the diner. The ignorant fool had barged into me and then had the audacity to call me a Bitch!
Well that bitch was just about to learn a valuable lesson about keeping her fucking mouth shut, I thought furiously. I pushed aside the door to the ladies room and found a quite pleasant spacious room. There were three stalls and opposite them 3 sinks with mirrors. There was no filth and in comparison to most other public toilets this was a gem.
That Indian bitch, Isha, was standing in front of one of the mirrors inspecting herself, her jacket and purse on the floor beside her. She glanced over when she saw me enter but than turned back to her own reflection. “You're not gonna want to do that when I'm done with you”, I thought grimly, “I’m gonna fuck you up so bad!”??I closed the door and seeing an inside lock on the top reached up and fastened it. Than I took off my jacket and placed it carefully on the floor with her purse next to it. In a strident tone that was the modern feminine equivalent of a gauntlet in the face, I heatedly said "Fucking slut, are you going to apologize now for swearing at me or am I going to have to beat an apology out of you?"
Isha turned to face me and rage mottled her face at my words. She responded with the faintest hint of an Indian accent in her words, "All I did was call you a bitch, and from your behavior here that is a title that you richly deserve. If you came here looking for trouble, be warned - Bitch! You're gonna find that you've bitten off a lot more than you can chew!"
With those words the die was cast. Battle would soon be joined and soon one of us would be triumphant while the other would be cowering at the victor’s feet.??Each of us stopped to gaze at the other analyzing each other with their agate gazes and trying to gauge out possible areas of weakness. Though we were no longer aflush with the glow of youth, both of us were still attractive and could turn heads of both sexes if we had a mind to.
I’m 5"11 with a medium build and have a smallish bosom. My red hair was cut short, in a military style buzz cut. I had on a dark knee length skirt, a white crop top, white bra, white see-through thong, flesh coloured pantyhose. My height was boosted by the knee high boots with 2 inch heels I was wearing.
Isha was 5"9 with a bigger bosom than me and she had a slimmer figure. Her lustrous black hair fell mid way down her back like an ebony waterfall. The Indian was wearing a blue mini skirt, white crop top, flesh colored bra & matching thong, and 2 inch heels.
Both of us were veterans of female combat with a number of battles under their belts. Each had suffered defeats and celebrated victories and each realized that here there was an adversary to be reckoned with. With hands outstretched we stepped towards each other and combat began! I grabbed for Isha’s thick black hair, and Isha responded likewise, and soon we were staggering around the ladies room precariously on our heels while engaged in a fierce hair pulling contest. White hands tugged and tore away strands of black hair, and brown hands also ineffectually tried ripping away at my short-cropped, red hair.
Who do you think will win this catfight?
Please vote to give your opinion here at this link: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=123971.0
TO BE CONTINUED ...
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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Ladies Room Catfight: Sonja vs Isha
« Last post by Dirty bad bitch on Yesterday at 03:18:41 PM »I'm Sonja, and recently got into a nasty catfight in the Ladies Room at a Local diner ... 
Here's a pic of me (on the left) and Isha (on the right) facing off in the Ladies Room before all hell broke out ...
Who do you think will win this catfight?
Please read the longer introduction & background to the story here: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=123972.0
Please vote & comment, folks ... your participation & comments make it exciting & arousing! 
Meowr
- Sonja (Sin)
Here's a pic of me (on the left) and Isha (on the right) facing off in the Ladies Room before all hell broke out ...
Who do you think will win this catfight?
Please read the longer introduction & background to the story here: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=123972.0
Please vote & comment, folks ... your participation & comments make it exciting & arousing!
Meowr
- Sonja (Sin)
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Catfighting / Re: Wife and neighbor - rematch
« Last post by Dirty bad bitch on Yesterday at 03:01:16 PM »Oh my gawd, York! 
That was so sizzling hawt ... always love seeing your wife, Fawn, get beaten ... and put in her place where she belongs ... He! He!
Call me any time ... you need someone to teacher a lesson!
Meow
Sonja Sin
That was so sizzling hawt ... always love seeing your wife, Fawn, get beaten ... and put in her place where she belongs ... He! He! Call me any time ... you need someone to teacher a lesson!
Meow
Sonja Sin
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Catfighting / Re: The Teacher’s Lounge
« Last post by Dirty bad bitch on Yesterday at 02:55:45 PM »Ooooh la la! So fucking hawt ... loved the loser's humiliation at the end! 
He! He!
- Sonja
So fucking hawt ... loved the loser's humiliation at the end! He! He! - Sonja
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Catfighting / Re: Maria v Dayna: biker titfight
« Last post by Dirty bad bitch on Yesterday at 02:53:04 PM »As a biker bitch myself ... yeah, for a dominating win!
- Sonja
... yeah, for a dominating win! - Sonja
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Catfighting / Re: Maria v Dayna: biker titfight
« Last post by Donnafights on Yesterday at 02:23:40 PM »Wow very good story and I would fight her
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Catfighting / Maria v Dayna: biker titfight
« Last post by Magicman on Yesterday at 02:15:18 PM »[/img]
Maria v Dayna : biker titfight
IT WAS a lazy Saturday afternoon towards the end of August. Still warm and sunny and we had been sitting outside having a late lunch followed by quite a few home mixed cocktails. Neither of us were in any condition to drive, not legally in any event, and we decided to take a relatively short walk into town to sample a new wine bar, recently opened, before the usual Saturday evening rush got underway.
The trauma of the pub fight was long gone if not, completely forgotten. We had been on an amazing break to Italy, staying in a five star lakeside 'niche hotel' with swimming pools and spa and Maria had been working hard on her tan. Lazy days by the lake, boat trips, pasta Prosseco and Italian sunshine. What could be better.
We were only just home and trying to put off being back to normal for as long as possible, hence our lazy cocktail lunch.
Maria had put on a little weight on holiday certainly since the fight with the two girls at the pub, mostly around her gorgeous boobs and her belly. I was certainly not complaining and had encouraged her to maybe overindulge a little whilst we'd been away in ice creams and holiday desserts. She had now crept up from a regular size14 in most of her outfits to a curvy and stunning 16 for her tighter skirts and dresses, we even had one size 18 short skirt in the wardrobe, with her gorgeous and full DD bust.
This Saturday we had both been slouching around. Maria in just her thong, bra less in a loose holiday tshirt but had pulled on her favourite sundress and strappy sandals to walk into town. We had spent most of the morning in bed laughing and joking about our holiday. One thing had led to another as it usually did when we had any free time, although I was still feeling especially horny when we did finally get up.
Maria was planning to wash her hair back from holiday but the morning had slipped away and we decided to have our cocktail lunch instead. She would do it later, or "maybe someone will do it for me babes..." with a kiss and her arms around my neck.
My wife's hair was almost a week unwashed because of our holiday with her roots dark and partly showing which I always found so sexy, but Maria left it down, casually brushed out loose with her holiday airport designer sunglasses on top of her head. "Lacome" or "ghost" for daytime babe?" We both laughed who was she planning to seduce, not thinking for a moment how the day would actually end up.
It was only a short walk into town. Our apartment was set in landscaped grounds with a small wooded area leading to a small housing development, larger properties with double garages, then another small open space and the start of the town proper. It was no more than a fifteen or twenty minute walk but we took our time, enjoying the sunshine.
I noticed a rather impressive bike outside one of the new houses, lots of shiny chrome but thought nothing of it. Maria and I were 'petrol heads' but cars not bikes so I simply glanced and we walked on. I was getting to feel horny holding Maria's hand in the sunshine, she responded and we locked our fingers together. I could see the outline of my wife's nipples under her sundress and suddenly realised she wasn't wearing a bra, her beautiful boobs moving as we walked. Now I was very horny. Maria giggled "well i just took the bikini off babes to save time... do you mind your missus being so brazen..." we were both laughing, "well just remember what happened last time you got all brazen babes"....I put my arm around her waist and squeezed..."you tried to get in that blonde's knickers in the pub..."
Now it was Maria's turn to laugh and give me a squeeze, "and you didn't want to watch??..." and all that fighting too..."
she knew i fantasised about her fights and her being with another woman. I knew she had been 'bi' from time to time in the past though I was never quite sure how far she'd gone, and Maria tantallisingly never said. I joked, not today babe as I hadn't brought the camera! ...."you'll just have to trash her instead..." and we walked flirtingly on, holding hands and kissing. I still had my fantasies though.
The new wine bar was ok but not outstanding, they did have a new cocktail with vermouth and vodka, quite strong I thought, Maria had doubles. We dawdled even more on the way home. Lots more holding hands and kissing, Maria with her head casually against my shoulder.
We hadn't realised we were back outside the motorbike house until I realised there were now three large bikes on the front drive with a fit looking dark haired girl in a leather jacket sitting astride the one nearest the footpath. Typical biker chick i remember thinking, long quite lush looking dark black hair. Nice and freshly washed i thought, shiny in the late afternoon sun and falling loose to below her shoulders. She looked up as we appeared. Sexy kissable mouth. We both said "nice bike" at the same time and laughed.
The girl smiled got slowly off her bike, tossed her hair and walked up to the side gate. We got talking and I found myself having a good look at her figure. It was pretty impressive, fit and very sexy. She was about the same height as Maria, maybe a year or two older, but a gym fit size 8 or 10, with what looked like a flat toned belly under her black tshirt, long shapely legs and a tight curvy bum in skinny jeans. Maria gave me a sideways glance as she saw me looking at the girl's bust, my first thought that it was firmer and fuller looking than Maria's. I couldn't decide if she was wearing a bra or what shape her nipples were.
She said her name was Dayna and she and her husband were in the process of moving in with some friends who had come round to help them unpack. The road outside seemed full of cars parked everywhere.
Maria was eyeing Dayna up a little suspiciously, maybe thinking she looked just a little bit too sexy in her black leathers but we wanted to be friendly and explained we were only a short walk away ourselves so we were really their next door neighbours and she invited us in for a housewarming drink.
We'd already had quite a few drinks and we'd really planned just a cosy evening in as we walked back from the wine bar but "free drinks are free drinks babes...." as Maria always said so I gave her hand a squeeze and we followed Dayna inside.
Quite a large modern house, mostly on one level with a large open plan living area and kitchen downstairs and Dayna said a large bedroom and dressing room suite and second bathroom upstairs.
It was busy, and the room was full. We were introduced to Dayna's husband in jeans and a tight fitting tshirt and several other biker couples male and female. Two dark haired girls taller than Maria with smaller busts and a blonde and a redhead both about her height but fit and toned like Dayna, all in jeans and with their hair up. It was lively and there was quite a party atmosphere.
We were introduced as neighbours and there were lots more drinks. Maria was getting increasingly animated, brazenly flirting with me, kissing and touching as we were introduced to Dayna's husband and friends. Whispering " love being your slut out babes" and giggling... but so loudly I was sure everyone could hear.
I could see the other men and especially Dayna's husband looking at my wife's chest. With no bra Maria's unsupported breasts were very obvious under her sundress, swaying as she moved, the outline of her nipples pressing through the thin fabric.
"he's looking at my tits babes... giggling again "do you think they're better than hers.." Maria had her face pressed against my neck whispering but I thought deliberately quite loudly so the biker girl must have easily heard her. She had.
"do you wanna find out" Dayna was speaking quietly and smiling but had stepped up to Maria and suddenly seemed quite serious. "we can do it now, looser gets fucked.."
It was suddenly very quiet. I had the feeling everyone had put their drinks down and seemed to be looking at us. I expected Maria to just laugh as if it was a joke but instead she reached out found my hand and squeezed it
"if you think your tits can take it.."
Shit my wife was serious but then even if we lost I'd still get to see Dayna's if it was a competition, so maybe...
I started to say ok but there need to be some rules but Maria had already put her wine glass down...
"mouth only, yeah...wrong time for the other end...whatever your fella wants" Maria must have been tipsy but she sounded fine and we both knew her period had been and gone before our holiday. She gave me a hug
"don't worry babes I'm trashing her tits, at least we'll both get to see them..."
Both women faced each other, looking a bit nervous, everyone had stopped what they were doing and I was able to take a good long look at Dayna. Would my wife's tits really beat hers? Dayna's tits certainly looked bigger than Maria's, maybe no more than half a cup size but rounder fuller and firmer looking even under her clothes and seemed to sit higher on her chest, but then Maria had no bra to help.
I wondered what Maria would do next.
She gave me a final squeeze and kiss, picked up the hem of her sundress and then just pulled the dress up over her head and completely off. There were shouts, cheers and catcalls. She dropped it casually on the floor and stood there in front of everyone naked in just her thong,
one leg slightly bent, which she knew showed off her figure. No bra, just her underwear. My wife has an amazing figure.
We both loved her showing it off just messing at home half naked, or when we were out, at the spa or gym or anywhere.
She was wearing her favourite black sports thong today which always showed off her curvy toned bum cheeks, powerful arms, shoulders and smooth belly.
She tossed her loose blonde hair half way down her back, but everyone was looking at my wife's tits.
"your turn..." she was smiling confidently at Dayna, who i thought had watched her pulling off her dress with almost a smile.
Fuck I thought as Dayna started to unhook the back of her bra, she really is a very sexy woman. Her breasts looked amazing even underneath her top and i was beginning to think my wife's 36DD's might struggle after all. I was right Dayna's breasts were pretty stunning. It wasn't just her bra holding them, they were naturally full and firm, sitting quite high on her chest compared to Maria's. Shit, they did look better, I tried not to look at Maria. I thought Dayna had the edge on her nipples too, her areola were twice the size of my wife's covering the full ends of her breasts with wider fatter nipples, although Maria's smaller nipples were a little more raised today, maybe through rubbing braless against her dress. Was my wife already excited.
"well who's are better..." it was Dayna talking to the room at large...then raising her voice above the noise... "who wants to decide"
I glanced at Maria, she nodded to me then towards Dayna and smiled. Dayna had seen us ..."and we get to feel yours too..." she looked across at her biker husband. Maria nodded 'yes ok' and I stepped up to Dayna.
I was already excited standing so close to the biker girl i could smell her perfume, but couldn't say what it was. She smiled...
I held my breath a little, reached out and gently touched her right tit. I knew straight away that Maria had lost. Dayna's tits were,
denser and firmer than my wife's, a fuller shape, but still soft and natural too. I began to gently squeeze and stroke them between my fingers. The nipples were amazing, wide areola across the whole ends of her tits and big chunky nipples, almost twice the size of Maria's. I wanted to get Dayna's nipples in my mouth they were so large and was wondering if she'd mind when I heard Maria give a little gasp and I turned to look.
The male in the white tshirt, Dayna's husband, had taken both my wife's tits in his hands and was blatantly leading her across the room to stand beside Dayna. He had my wife's tits in each hand squeezing the ends and nipples quite hard, making Maria gasp.
It must have been obvious to everyone there, and the whole room was watching now, that my wife's tits were less firm than Dayna's as her husband was easily able to lift them up then just lead her by them. I knew I'd had to use both my hands on Dayna's. It was strangely exciting seeing another man with his hands around my wife's tits, pulling them, leading her. Maria holding the undersides of her tits up trying support them, but having to let herself be led.
Now he'd got Maria to stand beside Dayna still with his hands clamped around my wife's tits. Maria was looking at me rather lamely almost as if she knew her tits were loosing, but we had agreed a tit contest and I certainly didn't want to take my hands off Dayna's gorgeous breasts.
The husband turned to the room and shouted questionly 'up' and there were loud cat calls of approval. He nodded to me then lifted both Maria's breasts up so we could see the undersides then let them drop heavily onto her chest. He did it again then again, almost throwing my wife's tits up so they flopped heavily down, bruising and swaying against each other. I tried to do the same with Dayna's but they were too firm and too dense. I could only half lift them and they fell back to their original shape straight away. Everyone was cheering and whistling now shouting "Dayna's Dayna's Dayna's..." as my wife's tits swayed and bounced helplessly and I have to admit I was watching too. My wife's beautiful tits were being humiliated in front of our new neighbours. Maria was looking at me and seemed close to tears. The husband was obviously enjoying himself and there was too much noise in the room for me to say anything. He wouldn't let go of Maria's breasts, holding them up and forcing her to spin round and round to shouts and cheers from the room, before letting them drop all over again....
"tit fight, tit fight tit fight ..." was being chanted, along with shrieks of laughter and catcalls, it looked as if our friendly meet the neighbours drinks party was definitely over.
Dayna stepped away from me pulling her tits out of my hands, turned and raised her hands over her head in a victory pose. Everyone cheered, I could see the muscles standing up on her arms and shoulders.
Maria was just standing there, the husband had finally let go of her tits and she was cradling them with her hands. She was crying now, tears streaming down both cheeks and her makeup and mascara running off her everywhere. She was trying to hide her tears by turning her head away, but everyone could see and hear her. I thought she was sobbing more as her tits had been humiliated than in pain although there were deep red marks around her areola and nipples where the husband had been grabbing her. I went gently up to her...
"fucking bitch... "my tits are good, they're good aren't they babes...?"
I put an arm round my wife's waist but before I could reply one of the biker females, the redhead I think, marched up and just took hold of Maria's arm
"tit fight bitch now..." and started to pull her away
Maria looked back at me rather wildly over her shoulder, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and let herself be led, she didn't really have any choice. For my part I was wanting to see how Maria's tits would be matched up physically against the other girl's. The atmosphere was crazy and hot with everyone shouting and both women almost naked. I was getting excited at the thought of what would happen if my wife really did loose and the penalty our new biker neighbours said they wanted to impose...
The bikers had obviously done this before.
Dayna was parading around in the middle of the room now, fists clenched above her head and laughing with her girlfriends. She had taken her skinny fit jeans off and was now topless in a sports thong showing off tight firm bum cheeks, not an ounce of spare fat. She had muscles everywhere, her back, her shoulders, long toned legs and a small toned and smooth bottom. She was enjoying showing herself off in front of her friends. Confidently flexing herself
Now it was Maria's turn. I hugged her and gave her hands a squeeze "you can do this baby, proper fuck the bitch..."
then whispering "and your tits are better too..." we kissed and Maria hugged me back
Now Maria would get to physically show off her figure. Quite different to the biker girl. Full and curvy with strong legs and shoulders, a smooth slightly fuller belly and her gorgeous gym toned bum cheeks and rear. She stood next to Dayna raised her own arms above her head and turned herself slowly around and I thought she looked amazing. Maybe she could win after all.
Both women faced each other again and the laughter and noise subsided for a moment.
Dayna looked tough and confident, smiling at her biker girl friends
She took a step in towards my wife. They were now only inches apart with their tits almost touching. Although they were the same height my wife's tits hung lower and she was having to use both hands to hold them up so they were level with Dayna's. But she wasn't letting herself be beaten and still using her hands to hold herself, pushed her breasts up against Dayna's chest.
"go on baby fuck the bitch.." but Dayna's tits barely moved.
Now Dayna pushed back, not using her hands at all, just stepping forward. Maria was still holding her breasts but the bikers were chanting "hands hands hands.." and she had to drop her hands so they were just tit to tit.
Maria's tits were immediately pushed first to one side then the other by Dayna's denser breasts and I could hear Maria gasping in shock. She couldn't stop it, her breasts were just not firm enough and Dayna was easily knocking them both from side to side just using her own tits to hit them. The room was shouting for Dayna and my wife was being forced backwards. Soon Dayna had her backed up against the wall her breasts with her bigger wider nipples dominating Maria's much smaller teets. Pushing Maria's nipples back into her areola, flattening them out and almost inverting them. Then Dayna used her hands.
Lifting my wife's breasts up like her husband had done then letting them drop heavily,
"you need to go to the gym babe..." and laughing to everyone, "get some muscles..."
My wife's nipples were still flat and inverted, still just small bumps against Dayna's. Dayna started to stroke them with her fingers..."get some proper tits on you too bitch..."
Maria didn't respond, but started to give small sighs and I knew she would be enjoying the girl's hands on her tits. Dayna must have heard her, said "yeah...?" and began to massage her, gently squeezing them with her fingers and running her palms across my wife's flattened nipples.
Maria was still had her thong but she moved her legs slightly against the wall so Dayna could use her thigh up between her legs, producing another moan from my wife.
The room had now gone very quiet. Dayna was looking almost qustioningly at Maria did she suspect my wife was bisexual, had she realised. I wanted them to kiss, to see my wife aroused and helpless with this tough stronger biker bitch all over her, but now it was Dayna's turn to gasp. Maria was stroking her breasts too and the two girls were looking intensely at each other. It was Maria who blinked first. Dayna had slid her hand up to the back of my wife's head and took a handful of Maria's soft blonde hair. She pulled my wife's head down and Maria opened her mouth for a kiss. Instead Dayna curled her other hand into a fist and drove it hard into the underside of my wife's right tit punching the breast upwards. Maria screamed as her tit fell heavily back and Dayna did it again. Then again as my wife screamed helplessly and Dayna punched the tit from side to side. At least a dozen times before Maria managed to twist her body sideways and push Dayna away. I could see the bruising all around my wife's tit, the underneath and half across the upper surface too, dark and serious looking. Maria was almost in tears again trying to cover her savaged and damaged tits. Shit Dayna was a biker so fuck knows what she'd try next I thought, but Maria was on her own, we had no hope of getting back to our apartment until this contest was finished however it ended and if we lost would Maria end up being properly fucked and by how many of them? I knew she wasn't really on her period but couldn't remember what they had all said and what we'd agreed. I was starting to worry badly.
"Fuck you bitch..."
It was my gorgeous wife. She'd used her size and weight to push Dayna out into the middle of the room and had now put her own fists up in a boxing stance. Fuck she looked so sexy ,"i love you baby" I almost said out loud. Her black thong half way up her arse cheeks, showing that gorgeous curvy bottom and flexing her arm muscles.
The bikers were all chanting for a proper fight and the two girls were circling each other. My wife had put her hair up for the tit fight but Dayna had loosened it to seduce her and it was now down her back soft and blonde almost to her waist. Probably longer than the biker girl I thought with some satisfaction. Maria's one tit, the poor right one, was starting to turn black from Dayna's punches and the other marked red with deep claw marks where the husband had been grabbing it. Dayna was still completely unmarked. Oh shit, now she knuckle punched my wife's other tit. Maria wasn't expecting it and her tit bounced helplessly as Dayna's fist flattened it against her chest. She did it again, then a third time so quickly, like a cage fighter I thought, that Maria only had time to gasp. Both my wife's beautiful breasts were being bruised and battered out of shape. It seemed an age before Maria was able to react and went to protect her tits but the biker girl had been waiting for her to drop her hands then punched her hard again, I could see the muscles in her arm tense, but this time it was full in the face. Maria staggered backwards blood pouring from her nose. I thought she was going to fall but somehow she stayed up. Dayna stepped in and brought her knee up hard between my wife's legs, flattening her private parts against her pubic bone. Now Maria did go down, doubled up and groaning, clutching wildly at herself, her head on the floor with a curtain of blonde hair cascading all around her over the bare floorboards. The biker bitch was fighting dirty and my wife was seriously loosing
Dayna grabbed a handful of Maria's beautiful hair and started to pull her up first to her knees. She had to use both hands to lift my wife exposing her own tits and Maria punched at them swinging a fist. Oh shit, nothing happened. Dayna's tits were so firm they scarcely moved. She laughed and simply used her knee again hard between my wife's legs. I wanted to say stop it now, please, no more but there was so much shouting and cheering and the bikers were crowding around I couldn't reach my wife and could only watch helplessly and I have to admit a little excitedly too.
Both women were on the floor now, Maria must have fallen and Dayna was on top of her, both clawing and punching at each other. Maria had almost lost her thong pulled over halfway down showing the crack of her bottom as they both tried to hold each other. Dayna was very obviously the stronger leaner and fitter woman and seemed to be winning. The bikers were all kicking at my wife as they both rolled around on the floor and Maria was weakening. She couldn't really defend herself against so many and was taking kicks and punches everywhere. Dayna was able to sit astride her pinning her down on her back surrounded by the bikers. Her slaps and clawing quickly turned into full face and tit punches my wife's tits bouncing everywhere turning blacker and blacker with the biker girl's shouting for Dayna to "fuck the tart..." and kicking at her, anywhere they could.
Maria managed to somehow roll out to one side and tried to crawl away on her hands and knees. Her face streaked with tears again and the remains of her mascara and makeup. She looked a mess, both eyes now black, bruising everywhere and her nose still bloody. Her hair hanging loose across her face. She looked up at me, mouthing "giving in babes...?"
I shook my head "no way..."
Dayna must have seen us, grabbed Maria's hair to stop her crawling away then turned her over onto her back and sat astride her belly raising both her fists again. But Maria really was finished. She shook her head and put her hands up weakly in front of her half sobbing "no more please, i surrender..." she was looking sideways at me...trying to say 'sorry babes..I'm fucked.'
Dayna raised her fists sitting on Maria in triumph, some of the women were taking pictures and everyone was shouting though I couldn't make out what was being said
Dayna was looking at me grinning broadly and nodding her head as if to say "ok yes??" then looked down at Maria putting her finger in and out of her mouth to make her meaning clear to both of us. Maria moaned 'what' questionly, but Dayna didn't seem to notice, then i thought I heard my wife say ..."just one then, just your husband..." but Dayna had already turned away, was laughing and shouting with the whole room, and Maria closed her eyes....
The redhead and one of the other biker girls had taken hold of my wife's arms and started to pull her backwards along the floor towards the conservatory at the back of the house. Maria was in just the remains of her thong, seemed too weak to resist and in any event just let herself be dragged. Dayna had gone over to her husband who was laughing and talking loudly with a group of the other males. I couldn't help looking at her tight curvy arse in just her underwear and her beautiful, completely unmarked tits. There was more ribald laughter and gesturing and the husband then walked over, straight past me, to where my wife was lying.
There were two matresses piled on top of each other in the conservatory and Maria had been thrown face down on the topmost one by the girls. She had curled one leg up underneath her half in a foetal position and I could see she was shaking and trembling trying to steady her breathing, blonde hair trailing down her back.
I started to move towards her to cover her though I didn't know how I could really help. She obviously thought it was me behind her but it was Dayna's husband who had pushed in front and was now standing directly behind my wife
"I can do it babes, just give me a minute.." she whispered thinking it was me.
Before I could reply the guy, who's name we never knew, started to stroke my wife's hair and run his fingers through it. At first Maria moaned thinking it was me playing with her hair then turned into a gasp as she realised she didn't know who it was. He had a full handful of my wife's hair now, pulled Maria's head back and moved her legs apart so she was kneeling on the floor with her body held flat across the mattress. My wife's gorgeous bottom was fully on display. The husband was obviously enjoying himself. The top of my wife's thong was already half way down her bottom and now he pulled it right down making her kick it off on the floor
"fuck" he was stripping her completely naked. I wondered for a moment what we'd agreed, or had Maria and me just misunderstood.
He was taking his time with my wife's arse, stroking then spanking her butt cheeks turning them pink to cheers from the audience. Running his fingers down her crack, then using both hands to spread her butt cheeks open to shouts and wild insults about my wife's rear and what they'd all like to see him do to it. All Maria could do was sob and endure it. Dayna was in the front row shouting encouragement to her husband, making sure i was standing next to her watching my wife's complete and utter public humiliation by our new neighbours.
Finally he turned her over. Maria was now lying on her back on the topmost mattress with her legs spread out on the floor. She'd lost her thong and was fully naked so there was more obscene shouting at her blackened trashed and swollen breasts, gaping vulva and private parts and more humiliation.
The husband had obviously got himself excited stroking and playing with my wife's long soft blonde hair which he'd seemed to have done for a huge length of time whilst Maria lay there moaning, caressing her, then spanking her arse.
He was now standing over her with his jeans and boxers on the floor and his cock very obviously fully erect. There was so much noise in the room now I could scarcely hear myself think. Dayna was shouting wildly to encourage her husband and pounding my arm still standing next to me with excitement.
Her husband was kneeling on the edge of the mattress now one leg either side of my wife's head with his swollen cock only inches from her face. Maria turned her head sideways on the mattress to look at me as if to say 'what should I do...'
I had this crazy thought, "please don't suck his balls babes" as they were now almost brushing her mouth, but said nothing and Dayna's husband decided for us. He seemed to love my wife's hair took another big handful with one hand and pulled Maria back round to face him. He moved his erect cock down towards her. Maria opened her mouth as if to take it, but he stopped short pulled back and Maria had to close her mouth, the audience laughed and cheered. He did this two or three times making my wife open her mouth helplessly for his cock, knowing she had to take it. He finally put it in my wife's open mouth, it was big and he pushed it so far in Maria almost choked straight away. I began to think 'please just cum quickly..' but he took his time and soon had my wife gagging helplessly, mucus and drool dripping off her chin, Maria gripped his cock with her hand, trying to make him finish. He put one hand behind her head to hold her, and Maria now had to take his whole length right to the back of her throat. I thought she was close to fainting. The bikers were all screaming " face fuck, face fuck..."
He had his hand twisted in Maria's hair, my wife couldn't hold his cock any longer and had dropped her hand to her side, he was barely letting her breath. Suddenly his cock was out of her mouth and he seemed to cum but it was over Maria's face, in her eyes and pushing his cock through her hair. But he hadn't finished. He was still erect and he pushed his cock back in my wife's mouth. More pounding for what seemed like an age, and this time he did finish very loudly to wild cheering from his audience. I could see Maria had taken another full mouthful of cum and this time he didn't withdraw until it was obvious she'd had to swallow once, twice then three times. The audience went wild, there was even some applause. The husband used Maria's hair to carefully clean the end of his still dripping cock, she was too weak to stop him and there seemed quite a lot to clean, before letting her fall back limply onto the mattress in a daze. I went up and tried to get her to sit up. The challenge was over we had lost and lost comprehensively. Maria had been thoroughly beaten, her tits had been humiliated by Dayna's bigger and firmer breasts, she was covered in her husband's cum, and now I just wanted to get us both home.
The matresses had been pushed into the far corner of the conservatory against a wall and I managed to sit Maria up. She was overwhelmed by what had happened and could barely lift her head, she looked at me blankly.
"...had to swallow babes... he just kept cumming and cumming..."
Her face was a mess, both eyes black, bruises everywhere from Dayna's slaps and punches and now her gorgeous hair wrecked and sticky with cum, still down one side of her face and around her mouth. Her tits were both too sore to touch, dark disfigured and mottled with bruising. I didn't even dare try.
I put one arm gently around Maria's shoulders and tried to sit her up
"cmon baby lets get you home now..."
But Dayna and the bikers weren't quite finished with my wife yet
There were pictures, Dayna posing next to Maria, with her completely unmarked tits and Maria wrecked and almost unconscious.
"better get something to cover her on your way home babe.." Dayna flirtingly slipped an arm round my waist still topless.."unless you want to take the bitch home naked..."
I bent back down to Maria
" just get me anything babes...there's my robe in the bathroom "
There were three other bikers now looking at us from the other side of the conservatory. The first was already undoing the front of his jeans as I got up to walk the short distance back to ours, and he seemed very large. The others were all doing the same
Maria saw them and squeezed my hand weakly
"...don't be long babes"
moaned "not my hair again please..." to the group of bikers,
then lay back against the wall....
THE END
Magicman
Maria v Dayna : biker titfight
IT WAS a lazy Saturday afternoon towards the end of August. Still warm and sunny and we had been sitting outside having a late lunch followed by quite a few home mixed cocktails. Neither of us were in any condition to drive, not legally in any event, and we decided to take a relatively short walk into town to sample a new wine bar, recently opened, before the usual Saturday evening rush got underway.
The trauma of the pub fight was long gone if not, completely forgotten. We had been on an amazing break to Italy, staying in a five star lakeside 'niche hotel' with swimming pools and spa and Maria had been working hard on her tan. Lazy days by the lake, boat trips, pasta Prosseco and Italian sunshine. What could be better.
We were only just home and trying to put off being back to normal for as long as possible, hence our lazy cocktail lunch.
Maria had put on a little weight on holiday certainly since the fight with the two girls at the pub, mostly around her gorgeous boobs and her belly. I was certainly not complaining and had encouraged her to maybe overindulge a little whilst we'd been away in ice creams and holiday desserts. She had now crept up from a regular size14 in most of her outfits to a curvy and stunning 16 for her tighter skirts and dresses, we even had one size 18 short skirt in the wardrobe, with her gorgeous and full DD bust.
This Saturday we had both been slouching around. Maria in just her thong, bra less in a loose holiday tshirt but had pulled on her favourite sundress and strappy sandals to walk into town. We had spent most of the morning in bed laughing and joking about our holiday. One thing had led to another as it usually did when we had any free time, although I was still feeling especially horny when we did finally get up.
Maria was planning to wash her hair back from holiday but the morning had slipped away and we decided to have our cocktail lunch instead. She would do it later, or "maybe someone will do it for me babes..." with a kiss and her arms around my neck.
My wife's hair was almost a week unwashed because of our holiday with her roots dark and partly showing which I always found so sexy, but Maria left it down, casually brushed out loose with her holiday airport designer sunglasses on top of her head. "Lacome" or "ghost" for daytime babe?" We both laughed who was she planning to seduce, not thinking for a moment how the day would actually end up.
It was only a short walk into town. Our apartment was set in landscaped grounds with a small wooded area leading to a small housing development, larger properties with double garages, then another small open space and the start of the town proper. It was no more than a fifteen or twenty minute walk but we took our time, enjoying the sunshine.
I noticed a rather impressive bike outside one of the new houses, lots of shiny chrome but thought nothing of it. Maria and I were 'petrol heads' but cars not bikes so I simply glanced and we walked on. I was getting to feel horny holding Maria's hand in the sunshine, she responded and we locked our fingers together. I could see the outline of my wife's nipples under her sundress and suddenly realised she wasn't wearing a bra, her beautiful boobs moving as we walked. Now I was very horny. Maria giggled "well i just took the bikini off babes to save time... do you mind your missus being so brazen..." we were both laughing, "well just remember what happened last time you got all brazen babes"....I put my arm around her waist and squeezed..."you tried to get in that blonde's knickers in the pub..."
Now it was Maria's turn to laugh and give me a squeeze, "and you didn't want to watch??..." and all that fighting too..."
she knew i fantasised about her fights and her being with another woman. I knew she had been 'bi' from time to time in the past though I was never quite sure how far she'd gone, and Maria tantallisingly never said. I joked, not today babe as I hadn't brought the camera! ...."you'll just have to trash her instead..." and we walked flirtingly on, holding hands and kissing. I still had my fantasies though.
The new wine bar was ok but not outstanding, they did have a new cocktail with vermouth and vodka, quite strong I thought, Maria had doubles. We dawdled even more on the way home. Lots more holding hands and kissing, Maria with her head casually against my shoulder.
We hadn't realised we were back outside the motorbike house until I realised there were now three large bikes on the front drive with a fit looking dark haired girl in a leather jacket sitting astride the one nearest the footpath. Typical biker chick i remember thinking, long quite lush looking dark black hair. Nice and freshly washed i thought, shiny in the late afternoon sun and falling loose to below her shoulders. She looked up as we appeared. Sexy kissable mouth. We both said "nice bike" at the same time and laughed.
The girl smiled got slowly off her bike, tossed her hair and walked up to the side gate. We got talking and I found myself having a good look at her figure. It was pretty impressive, fit and very sexy. She was about the same height as Maria, maybe a year or two older, but a gym fit size 8 or 10, with what looked like a flat toned belly under her black tshirt, long shapely legs and a tight curvy bum in skinny jeans. Maria gave me a sideways glance as she saw me looking at the girl's bust, my first thought that it was firmer and fuller looking than Maria's. I couldn't decide if she was wearing a bra or what shape her nipples were.
She said her name was Dayna and she and her husband were in the process of moving in with some friends who had come round to help them unpack. The road outside seemed full of cars parked everywhere.
Maria was eyeing Dayna up a little suspiciously, maybe thinking she looked just a little bit too sexy in her black leathers but we wanted to be friendly and explained we were only a short walk away ourselves so we were really their next door neighbours and she invited us in for a housewarming drink.
We'd already had quite a few drinks and we'd really planned just a cosy evening in as we walked back from the wine bar but "free drinks are free drinks babes...." as Maria always said so I gave her hand a squeeze and we followed Dayna inside.
Quite a large modern house, mostly on one level with a large open plan living area and kitchen downstairs and Dayna said a large bedroom and dressing room suite and second bathroom upstairs.
It was busy, and the room was full. We were introduced to Dayna's husband in jeans and a tight fitting tshirt and several other biker couples male and female. Two dark haired girls taller than Maria with smaller busts and a blonde and a redhead both about her height but fit and toned like Dayna, all in jeans and with their hair up. It was lively and there was quite a party atmosphere.
We were introduced as neighbours and there were lots more drinks. Maria was getting increasingly animated, brazenly flirting with me, kissing and touching as we were introduced to Dayna's husband and friends. Whispering " love being your slut out babes" and giggling... but so loudly I was sure everyone could hear.
I could see the other men and especially Dayna's husband looking at my wife's chest. With no bra Maria's unsupported breasts were very obvious under her sundress, swaying as she moved, the outline of her nipples pressing through the thin fabric.
"he's looking at my tits babes... giggling again "do you think they're better than hers.." Maria had her face pressed against my neck whispering but I thought deliberately quite loudly so the biker girl must have easily heard her. She had.
"do you wanna find out" Dayna was speaking quietly and smiling but had stepped up to Maria and suddenly seemed quite serious. "we can do it now, looser gets fucked.."
It was suddenly very quiet. I had the feeling everyone had put their drinks down and seemed to be looking at us. I expected Maria to just laugh as if it was a joke but instead she reached out found my hand and squeezed it
"if you think your tits can take it.."
Shit my wife was serious but then even if we lost I'd still get to see Dayna's if it was a competition, so maybe...
I started to say ok but there need to be some rules but Maria had already put her wine glass down...
"mouth only, yeah...wrong time for the other end...whatever your fella wants" Maria must have been tipsy but she sounded fine and we both knew her period had been and gone before our holiday. She gave me a hug
"don't worry babes I'm trashing her tits, at least we'll both get to see them..."
Both women faced each other, looking a bit nervous, everyone had stopped what they were doing and I was able to take a good long look at Dayna. Would my wife's tits really beat hers? Dayna's tits certainly looked bigger than Maria's, maybe no more than half a cup size but rounder fuller and firmer looking even under her clothes and seemed to sit higher on her chest, but then Maria had no bra to help.
I wondered what Maria would do next.
She gave me a final squeeze and kiss, picked up the hem of her sundress and then just pulled the dress up over her head and completely off. There were shouts, cheers and catcalls. She dropped it casually on the floor and stood there in front of everyone naked in just her thong,
one leg slightly bent, which she knew showed off her figure. No bra, just her underwear. My wife has an amazing figure.
We both loved her showing it off just messing at home half naked, or when we were out, at the spa or gym or anywhere.
She was wearing her favourite black sports thong today which always showed off her curvy toned bum cheeks, powerful arms, shoulders and smooth belly.
She tossed her loose blonde hair half way down her back, but everyone was looking at my wife's tits.
"your turn..." she was smiling confidently at Dayna, who i thought had watched her pulling off her dress with almost a smile.
Fuck I thought as Dayna started to unhook the back of her bra, she really is a very sexy woman. Her breasts looked amazing even underneath her top and i was beginning to think my wife's 36DD's might struggle after all. I was right Dayna's breasts were pretty stunning. It wasn't just her bra holding them, they were naturally full and firm, sitting quite high on her chest compared to Maria's. Shit, they did look better, I tried not to look at Maria. I thought Dayna had the edge on her nipples too, her areola were twice the size of my wife's covering the full ends of her breasts with wider fatter nipples, although Maria's smaller nipples were a little more raised today, maybe through rubbing braless against her dress. Was my wife already excited.
"well who's are better..." it was Dayna talking to the room at large...then raising her voice above the noise... "who wants to decide"
I glanced at Maria, she nodded to me then towards Dayna and smiled. Dayna had seen us ..."and we get to feel yours too..." she looked across at her biker husband. Maria nodded 'yes ok' and I stepped up to Dayna.
I was already excited standing so close to the biker girl i could smell her perfume, but couldn't say what it was. She smiled...
I held my breath a little, reached out and gently touched her right tit. I knew straight away that Maria had lost. Dayna's tits were,
denser and firmer than my wife's, a fuller shape, but still soft and natural too. I began to gently squeeze and stroke them between my fingers. The nipples were amazing, wide areola across the whole ends of her tits and big chunky nipples, almost twice the size of Maria's. I wanted to get Dayna's nipples in my mouth they were so large and was wondering if she'd mind when I heard Maria give a little gasp and I turned to look.
The male in the white tshirt, Dayna's husband, had taken both my wife's tits in his hands and was blatantly leading her across the room to stand beside Dayna. He had my wife's tits in each hand squeezing the ends and nipples quite hard, making Maria gasp.
It must have been obvious to everyone there, and the whole room was watching now, that my wife's tits were less firm than Dayna's as her husband was easily able to lift them up then just lead her by them. I knew I'd had to use both my hands on Dayna's. It was strangely exciting seeing another man with his hands around my wife's tits, pulling them, leading her. Maria holding the undersides of her tits up trying support them, but having to let herself be led.
Now he'd got Maria to stand beside Dayna still with his hands clamped around my wife's tits. Maria was looking at me rather lamely almost as if she knew her tits were loosing, but we had agreed a tit contest and I certainly didn't want to take my hands off Dayna's gorgeous breasts.
The husband turned to the room and shouted questionly 'up' and there were loud cat calls of approval. He nodded to me then lifted both Maria's breasts up so we could see the undersides then let them drop heavily onto her chest. He did it again then again, almost throwing my wife's tits up so they flopped heavily down, bruising and swaying against each other. I tried to do the same with Dayna's but they were too firm and too dense. I could only half lift them and they fell back to their original shape straight away. Everyone was cheering and whistling now shouting "Dayna's Dayna's Dayna's..." as my wife's tits swayed and bounced helplessly and I have to admit I was watching too. My wife's beautiful tits were being humiliated in front of our new neighbours. Maria was looking at me and seemed close to tears. The husband was obviously enjoying himself and there was too much noise in the room for me to say anything. He wouldn't let go of Maria's breasts, holding them up and forcing her to spin round and round to shouts and cheers from the room, before letting them drop all over again....
"tit fight, tit fight tit fight ..." was being chanted, along with shrieks of laughter and catcalls, it looked as if our friendly meet the neighbours drinks party was definitely over.
Dayna stepped away from me pulling her tits out of my hands, turned and raised her hands over her head in a victory pose. Everyone cheered, I could see the muscles standing up on her arms and shoulders.
Maria was just standing there, the husband had finally let go of her tits and she was cradling them with her hands. She was crying now, tears streaming down both cheeks and her makeup and mascara running off her everywhere. She was trying to hide her tears by turning her head away, but everyone could see and hear her. I thought she was sobbing more as her tits had been humiliated than in pain although there were deep red marks around her areola and nipples where the husband had been grabbing her. I went gently up to her...
"fucking bitch... "my tits are good, they're good aren't they babes...?"
I put an arm round my wife's waist but before I could reply one of the biker females, the redhead I think, marched up and just took hold of Maria's arm
"tit fight bitch now..." and started to pull her away
Maria looked back at me rather wildly over her shoulder, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and let herself be led, she didn't really have any choice. For my part I was wanting to see how Maria's tits would be matched up physically against the other girl's. The atmosphere was crazy and hot with everyone shouting and both women almost naked. I was getting excited at the thought of what would happen if my wife really did loose and the penalty our new biker neighbours said they wanted to impose...
The bikers had obviously done this before.
Dayna was parading around in the middle of the room now, fists clenched above her head and laughing with her girlfriends. She had taken her skinny fit jeans off and was now topless in a sports thong showing off tight firm bum cheeks, not an ounce of spare fat. She had muscles everywhere, her back, her shoulders, long toned legs and a small toned and smooth bottom. She was enjoying showing herself off in front of her friends. Confidently flexing herself
Now it was Maria's turn. I hugged her and gave her hands a squeeze "you can do this baby, proper fuck the bitch..."
then whispering "and your tits are better too..." we kissed and Maria hugged me back
Now Maria would get to physically show off her figure. Quite different to the biker girl. Full and curvy with strong legs and shoulders, a smooth slightly fuller belly and her gorgeous gym toned bum cheeks and rear. She stood next to Dayna raised her own arms above her head and turned herself slowly around and I thought she looked amazing. Maybe she could win after all.
Both women faced each other again and the laughter and noise subsided for a moment.
Dayna looked tough and confident, smiling at her biker girl friends
She took a step in towards my wife. They were now only inches apart with their tits almost touching. Although they were the same height my wife's tits hung lower and she was having to use both hands to hold them up so they were level with Dayna's. But she wasn't letting herself be beaten and still using her hands to hold herself, pushed her breasts up against Dayna's chest.
"go on baby fuck the bitch.." but Dayna's tits barely moved.
Now Dayna pushed back, not using her hands at all, just stepping forward. Maria was still holding her breasts but the bikers were chanting "hands hands hands.." and she had to drop her hands so they were just tit to tit.
Maria's tits were immediately pushed first to one side then the other by Dayna's denser breasts and I could hear Maria gasping in shock. She couldn't stop it, her breasts were just not firm enough and Dayna was easily knocking them both from side to side just using her own tits to hit them. The room was shouting for Dayna and my wife was being forced backwards. Soon Dayna had her backed up against the wall her breasts with her bigger wider nipples dominating Maria's much smaller teets. Pushing Maria's nipples back into her areola, flattening them out and almost inverting them. Then Dayna used her hands.
Lifting my wife's breasts up like her husband had done then letting them drop heavily,
"you need to go to the gym babe..." and laughing to everyone, "get some muscles..."
My wife's nipples were still flat and inverted, still just small bumps against Dayna's. Dayna started to stroke them with her fingers..."get some proper tits on you too bitch..."
Maria didn't respond, but started to give small sighs and I knew she would be enjoying the girl's hands on her tits. Dayna must have heard her, said "yeah...?" and began to massage her, gently squeezing them with her fingers and running her palms across my wife's flattened nipples.
Maria was still had her thong but she moved her legs slightly against the wall so Dayna could use her thigh up between her legs, producing another moan from my wife.
The room had now gone very quiet. Dayna was looking almost qustioningly at Maria did she suspect my wife was bisexual, had she realised. I wanted them to kiss, to see my wife aroused and helpless with this tough stronger biker bitch all over her, but now it was Dayna's turn to gasp. Maria was stroking her breasts too and the two girls were looking intensely at each other. It was Maria who blinked first. Dayna had slid her hand up to the back of my wife's head and took a handful of Maria's soft blonde hair. She pulled my wife's head down and Maria opened her mouth for a kiss. Instead Dayna curled her other hand into a fist and drove it hard into the underside of my wife's right tit punching the breast upwards. Maria screamed as her tit fell heavily back and Dayna did it again. Then again as my wife screamed helplessly and Dayna punched the tit from side to side. At least a dozen times before Maria managed to twist her body sideways and push Dayna away. I could see the bruising all around my wife's tit, the underneath and half across the upper surface too, dark and serious looking. Maria was almost in tears again trying to cover her savaged and damaged tits. Shit Dayna was a biker so fuck knows what she'd try next I thought, but Maria was on her own, we had no hope of getting back to our apartment until this contest was finished however it ended and if we lost would Maria end up being properly fucked and by how many of them? I knew she wasn't really on her period but couldn't remember what they had all said and what we'd agreed. I was starting to worry badly.
"Fuck you bitch..."
It was my gorgeous wife. She'd used her size and weight to push Dayna out into the middle of the room and had now put her own fists up in a boxing stance. Fuck she looked so sexy ,"i love you baby" I almost said out loud. Her black thong half way up her arse cheeks, showing that gorgeous curvy bottom and flexing her arm muscles.
The bikers were all chanting for a proper fight and the two girls were circling each other. My wife had put her hair up for the tit fight but Dayna had loosened it to seduce her and it was now down her back soft and blonde almost to her waist. Probably longer than the biker girl I thought with some satisfaction. Maria's one tit, the poor right one, was starting to turn black from Dayna's punches and the other marked red with deep claw marks where the husband had been grabbing it. Dayna was still completely unmarked. Oh shit, now she knuckle punched my wife's other tit. Maria wasn't expecting it and her tit bounced helplessly as Dayna's fist flattened it against her chest. She did it again, then a third time so quickly, like a cage fighter I thought, that Maria only had time to gasp. Both my wife's beautiful breasts were being bruised and battered out of shape. It seemed an age before Maria was able to react and went to protect her tits but the biker girl had been waiting for her to drop her hands then punched her hard again, I could see the muscles in her arm tense, but this time it was full in the face. Maria staggered backwards blood pouring from her nose. I thought she was going to fall but somehow she stayed up. Dayna stepped in and brought her knee up hard between my wife's legs, flattening her private parts against her pubic bone. Now Maria did go down, doubled up and groaning, clutching wildly at herself, her head on the floor with a curtain of blonde hair cascading all around her over the bare floorboards. The biker bitch was fighting dirty and my wife was seriously loosing
Dayna grabbed a handful of Maria's beautiful hair and started to pull her up first to her knees. She had to use both hands to lift my wife exposing her own tits and Maria punched at them swinging a fist. Oh shit, nothing happened. Dayna's tits were so firm they scarcely moved. She laughed and simply used her knee again hard between my wife's legs. I wanted to say stop it now, please, no more but there was so much shouting and cheering and the bikers were crowding around I couldn't reach my wife and could only watch helplessly and I have to admit a little excitedly too.
Both women were on the floor now, Maria must have fallen and Dayna was on top of her, both clawing and punching at each other. Maria had almost lost her thong pulled over halfway down showing the crack of her bottom as they both tried to hold each other. Dayna was very obviously the stronger leaner and fitter woman and seemed to be winning. The bikers were all kicking at my wife as they both rolled around on the floor and Maria was weakening. She couldn't really defend herself against so many and was taking kicks and punches everywhere. Dayna was able to sit astride her pinning her down on her back surrounded by the bikers. Her slaps and clawing quickly turned into full face and tit punches my wife's tits bouncing everywhere turning blacker and blacker with the biker girl's shouting for Dayna to "fuck the tart..." and kicking at her, anywhere they could.
Maria managed to somehow roll out to one side and tried to crawl away on her hands and knees. Her face streaked with tears again and the remains of her mascara and makeup. She looked a mess, both eyes now black, bruising everywhere and her nose still bloody. Her hair hanging loose across her face. She looked up at me, mouthing "giving in babes...?"
I shook my head "no way..."
Dayna must have seen us, grabbed Maria's hair to stop her crawling away then turned her over onto her back and sat astride her belly raising both her fists again. But Maria really was finished. She shook her head and put her hands up weakly in front of her half sobbing "no more please, i surrender..." she was looking sideways at me...trying to say 'sorry babes..I'm fucked.'
Dayna raised her fists sitting on Maria in triumph, some of the women were taking pictures and everyone was shouting though I couldn't make out what was being said
Dayna was looking at me grinning broadly and nodding her head as if to say "ok yes??" then looked down at Maria putting her finger in and out of her mouth to make her meaning clear to both of us. Maria moaned 'what' questionly, but Dayna didn't seem to notice, then i thought I heard my wife say ..."just one then, just your husband..." but Dayna had already turned away, was laughing and shouting with the whole room, and Maria closed her eyes....
The redhead and one of the other biker girls had taken hold of my wife's arms and started to pull her backwards along the floor towards the conservatory at the back of the house. Maria was in just the remains of her thong, seemed too weak to resist and in any event just let herself be dragged. Dayna had gone over to her husband who was laughing and talking loudly with a group of the other males. I couldn't help looking at her tight curvy arse in just her underwear and her beautiful, completely unmarked tits. There was more ribald laughter and gesturing and the husband then walked over, straight past me, to where my wife was lying.
There were two matresses piled on top of each other in the conservatory and Maria had been thrown face down on the topmost one by the girls. She had curled one leg up underneath her half in a foetal position and I could see she was shaking and trembling trying to steady her breathing, blonde hair trailing down her back.
I started to move towards her to cover her though I didn't know how I could really help. She obviously thought it was me behind her but it was Dayna's husband who had pushed in front and was now standing directly behind my wife
"I can do it babes, just give me a minute.." she whispered thinking it was me.
Before I could reply the guy, who's name we never knew, started to stroke my wife's hair and run his fingers through it. At first Maria moaned thinking it was me playing with her hair then turned into a gasp as she realised she didn't know who it was. He had a full handful of my wife's hair now, pulled Maria's head back and moved her legs apart so she was kneeling on the floor with her body held flat across the mattress. My wife's gorgeous bottom was fully on display. The husband was obviously enjoying himself. The top of my wife's thong was already half way down her bottom and now he pulled it right down making her kick it off on the floor
"fuck" he was stripping her completely naked. I wondered for a moment what we'd agreed, or had Maria and me just misunderstood.
He was taking his time with my wife's arse, stroking then spanking her butt cheeks turning them pink to cheers from the audience. Running his fingers down her crack, then using both hands to spread her butt cheeks open to shouts and wild insults about my wife's rear and what they'd all like to see him do to it. All Maria could do was sob and endure it. Dayna was in the front row shouting encouragement to her husband, making sure i was standing next to her watching my wife's complete and utter public humiliation by our new neighbours.
Finally he turned her over. Maria was now lying on her back on the topmost mattress with her legs spread out on the floor. She'd lost her thong and was fully naked so there was more obscene shouting at her blackened trashed and swollen breasts, gaping vulva and private parts and more humiliation.
The husband had obviously got himself excited stroking and playing with my wife's long soft blonde hair which he'd seemed to have done for a huge length of time whilst Maria lay there moaning, caressing her, then spanking her arse.
He was now standing over her with his jeans and boxers on the floor and his cock very obviously fully erect. There was so much noise in the room now I could scarcely hear myself think. Dayna was shouting wildly to encourage her husband and pounding my arm still standing next to me with excitement.
Her husband was kneeling on the edge of the mattress now one leg either side of my wife's head with his swollen cock only inches from her face. Maria turned her head sideways on the mattress to look at me as if to say 'what should I do...'
I had this crazy thought, "please don't suck his balls babes" as they were now almost brushing her mouth, but said nothing and Dayna's husband decided for us. He seemed to love my wife's hair took another big handful with one hand and pulled Maria back round to face him. He moved his erect cock down towards her. Maria opened her mouth as if to take it, but he stopped short pulled back and Maria had to close her mouth, the audience laughed and cheered. He did this two or three times making my wife open her mouth helplessly for his cock, knowing she had to take it. He finally put it in my wife's open mouth, it was big and he pushed it so far in Maria almost choked straight away. I began to think 'please just cum quickly..' but he took his time and soon had my wife gagging helplessly, mucus and drool dripping off her chin, Maria gripped his cock with her hand, trying to make him finish. He put one hand behind her head to hold her, and Maria now had to take his whole length right to the back of her throat. I thought she was close to fainting. The bikers were all screaming " face fuck, face fuck..."
He had his hand twisted in Maria's hair, my wife couldn't hold his cock any longer and had dropped her hand to her side, he was barely letting her breath. Suddenly his cock was out of her mouth and he seemed to cum but it was over Maria's face, in her eyes and pushing his cock through her hair. But he hadn't finished. He was still erect and he pushed his cock back in my wife's mouth. More pounding for what seemed like an age, and this time he did finish very loudly to wild cheering from his audience. I could see Maria had taken another full mouthful of cum and this time he didn't withdraw until it was obvious she'd had to swallow once, twice then three times. The audience went wild, there was even some applause. The husband used Maria's hair to carefully clean the end of his still dripping cock, she was too weak to stop him and there seemed quite a lot to clean, before letting her fall back limply onto the mattress in a daze. I went up and tried to get her to sit up. The challenge was over we had lost and lost comprehensively. Maria had been thoroughly beaten, her tits had been humiliated by Dayna's bigger and firmer breasts, she was covered in her husband's cum, and now I just wanted to get us both home.
The matresses had been pushed into the far corner of the conservatory against a wall and I managed to sit Maria up. She was overwhelmed by what had happened and could barely lift her head, she looked at me blankly.
"...had to swallow babes... he just kept cumming and cumming..."
Her face was a mess, both eyes black, bruises everywhere from Dayna's slaps and punches and now her gorgeous hair wrecked and sticky with cum, still down one side of her face and around her mouth. Her tits were both too sore to touch, dark disfigured and mottled with bruising. I didn't even dare try.
I put one arm gently around Maria's shoulders and tried to sit her up
"cmon baby lets get you home now..."
But Dayna and the bikers weren't quite finished with my wife yet
There were pictures, Dayna posing next to Maria, with her completely unmarked tits and Maria wrecked and almost unconscious.
"better get something to cover her on your way home babe.." Dayna flirtingly slipped an arm round my waist still topless.."unless you want to take the bitch home naked..."
I bent back down to Maria
" just get me anything babes...there's my robe in the bathroom "
There were three other bikers now looking at us from the other side of the conservatory. The first was already undoing the front of his jeans as I got up to walk the short distance back to ours, and he seemed very large. The others were all doing the same
Maria saw them and squeezed my hand weakly
"...don't be long babes"
moaned "not my hair again please..." to the group of bikers,
then lay back against the wall....
THE END
Magicman
