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« Last post by adventerer2003 on Today at 02:46:44 AM »Chapter 6, Part 3
Cynthia's second catfight against Christy is as hot as advertised...
After several minutes of sexy combat, Cynthia and Christy continued their sexy catfight without pause. They went at it like young, college coeds in the prime of their lives. The MILFs had entered the stage of life classified as early "middle-age," but neither showed any significant wear, or tear.
Despite the exhaustion of competing physically against another healthy and vibrant woman, both of these wives desired the sexual attention of both husbands, who watched the sexy conflict as a form of provocative entertainment.
With their voluptuous bodies compressed tightly together, the two competing wives rolled across the blanket-covered floor in efforts to mount the other in an act of dominance! The two husbands watched with swollen tongues and hard dicks. The competition was real, but, also performed in a way to excite the observers, who craved seeing the the voluptuous bodies in sexy positions.
Cynthia was able to trap Christy in a furious mount! Both sexy fourty-somethings breathed heavily from the excessive amount of energy expended in this catty competition!
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Earlier that evening...
Cynthia loved performing her first "catfight" with Christy a few weeks earlier. Her husband, Kevin was ecstatic after witnessing the mix of physicality and sexiness in the woman to woman competition! Cynthia knew her husband was proud of her, and he bragged daily to her about her amazing prowess she'd displayed in her first experience.
Despite her spunky showing, her loss bothered her enough to want a rematch. She wasn't angry with her friend, Christy, for beating her. She simply wanted Kevin to see her win. She knew Kevin was envisioning Christy in his mind on a daily basis. He had watched all of her videos on line. He, also, set his screenshot on his home computer with a snapshot of his wife's catfight. While, Cynthia was proud to be part of the sexy scene, Christy was on top of her in the picture. Both of the wives were pulling each others' hair, but Christy's ass was on display, and her tits were pressing down onto her own. She felt her body grow tense as she thought.
Earlier in the day, her mood was lively as she teased and challenged Lanna on the phone. Her competitive side became elevated as the time to catfight neared. She decided to review her first contest against Christy in hopes to see what worked well for her.
She clicked play on her laptop to review her performance against Christy. As she watched the "build-up" to the match, she glowed as she saw Bobby looking at her lustfully as she sucked his dick.
Cynthia whispered to herself, "You naughty girl. I guess I shouldn't be so jealous of Christy after all. Maybe, she was jealous of me. Bobby cheered for me. Look at him play with your tits, girl."
As the scene progressed, Cynthia watched herself battle against Christy. She observed and listened to the struggle. She heard the husbands encouraging them to get the other. The excitement of the catfight was affecting her. The action, the determination, and the obvious thrill in the husbands' demeanor was making her wet. The negative thoughts she was having before reviewing the battle were disappearing.
Despite loosing, Cynthia smiled at the sexy conclusion of her catfight against Christy, and whispered to herself, "That was hot! I can't blame Kevin for wanting to watch Christy in her other catfights... I still have to beat her, though! I should be his sexy icon, not her! I'm going to have to make some videos of me, so that his library will provide videos of me to watch whenever he is horny."
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Christy and Bobby were ready for the night's sexy event, but sat on the couch, waiting out the clock. Bobby sat in discomfort from his raging boner. In less than an hour, he would witness his wife, Christy, in her second catfight against Cynthia.
Christy was observing something on her laptop computer. Suddenly, she nudged her husband. "Hey, babe! Look at this..."
Bobby looked at her screen. It was Christy's blowjob contest against Cynthia!
Bobby complained, "Oh, come on! I can't relax as it is!"
Christy giggled. "I just wanted to show you who the queen is!"
"I know you're the queen, sexy lady," Bobby responded.
As if she didn't remember the result of the contest, Christy brought attention to the victory spray, "Ha! I won! Cynthia couldn't suck you off before I sucked off Kevin."
Bobby lowered his pants to relieve the pressure from his confined, hardened cock. He stared at the sexy competitors' glazed faces as they lock eyes and pressed their cum-covered tits together. The women looked sexy and fierce as they advertised the upcoming catfight between them! He had been yearning to watch the wives catfight, and finally, the event was about to happen!
Then, Christy clicked on the catfight from several weeks earlier. She said, "I need to look for weaknesses... hers and mine. I'm sure she is doing the same."
Bobby smiled as he watched intently. He said, "I better watch, too."
Christy grabbed Bobby by his balls and squeezed! She demanded, "Guess who you'll be rooting for tonight?"
Bobby gritted his teeth as his balls were ferociously squeezed. He replied, "You, sexy! You! Teach her why you're 'Catty Christy!'"
Christy asked, "Yeah?"
Bobby added, "Yeah, baby! Pull her around by her hair!"
Christy let go of Bobby's balls, and giggled, "That's my man."
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Cynthia opened her front door to greet Bobby and Christy. She reached for the back of Bobby's head, and pulled his face to hers. She planted a big kiss on his lips, as she looked into his eyes.
"Hey, Bobby! I've been waiting for you, handsome," exclaimed Cynthia.
"Same here, beautiful," admitted Bobby.
Cynthia let go of Bobby's, and reached for Christy. The beautiful women firmly hugged each other to Bobby's delight.
Cynthia kissed Christy on the cheek. Christy responded with a kiss of her own as they remained embrassed with their tits mashed together.
"I'm excited about this, but I don't want any animosity," admitted Cynthia.
Christy assured Cynthia, "No worries, sweetie. We've gotten through it before. I've been through this with a few friends."
Cynthia said, "I know. I just feel really competitive tonight. I think I'm going to be a little more fiery this time."
They released their embrace, and looked into each other's eyes. Christy smiled and asked, "You want to beat me to impress hubby, don't you?"
Cynthia nodded, then answered, "Yes, but within our rules. I'm not going to lose my cool."
Christy said, "Of course, honey. Fight for your man. I'm going to fight for mine."
Cynthia asked, "How about this... the winner gets both men, while the other watches."
Christy laughed. She said, "You're feeling dirty tonight, aren't you?"
Cynthia said, "I've been fantasizing all day. I'm so horny!"
Christy replied, "Let's keep the stakes a secret until it's over. If you beat me, then, you can do whatever you want."
Cynthia agreed, "I love it. Same to you. I might play dirty, though."
Christy said, "Okay, you asked for it... if I win, I'll 'play dirty.' The video should make a lot of money."
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The cameras were set and recording as Bobby and Kevin stood, waiting for their sexy wives to enter the room. The wait was well worth it!
Both sexy, voluptuous wives entered the make-shift arena together. They both wore eyelash lace corsets, stockings, and garter belts! The men's jaws dropped as they looked the voluptuous women over!
Neither wife wore anything to cover the flesh beneath the corsets from their curvy hips to the stockings! The only exception was the garter belts attached to their corsets. Their pussies and asses were purposely exposed for the delight of the husbands, as well as for the purchasers of the catfight video. The wives' pubic hairs were nearly in full bloom. Those regions were only slightly trimmed.
The wives' corsets and stockings differed in color. Christy's was blue-green, while Cynthia's was dark purple.
Christy walked up to Kevin and kissed him on the lips. She unzipped his pants and pulled his boner through the opening. She gripped his dick and reminded him, "I really enjoyed sucking you off. There's more of that later after I beat Cynthia again. You can put that big boy inside of me, and pound my pussy."
Cythia stood with her hands on her hips watching Christy. She scoffed at Christy's flirtation with Kevin. Then, she turned to face Bobby.
Cynthia put her lips to Bobby's and then, pushed her tongue into his mouth as she unbuttoned, unzipped, and jerked his pants below his throbbing boner.
She promised, "I'm gonna suck and fuck your brains out, Bobby. Your 'Catty Christy' has met her match!"
Christy released Kevin and began approaching Cynthia. Cynthia sensed Christy's charge and turned to face her!
Cynthia stepped forward to lock up with Christy as the catfight began!
They grabbed each other's hair and pulled aggressively! The woman complained from the pain initiated by one another. They circled as they pulled each other's hair! Their exposed asses jiggled as they tortured one another in a fierce hairpulling contest! It was brunette vs. redhead.
Cynthia wrapped a leg around Christy's leg, but lost her own balance as Christy drove into her.
The sexy catfighters tumbled to the blanket and wrestled across the floor energetically! They pulled hair and slapped at each other's asses! They looked like they hated each other with angry expressions displayed.
Kevin cheered, "Oh, shit! Cynthia, you're damn hot! You can take her!"
Bobby joined in, "Come on, Christy! Kick her ass! You're my champion!"
Christy rolled on top of Cynthia, but Cynthia used her foot to push Christy off! Christy fell back to the floor. Both women got to their knees just in time to defend themselves!
Christy and Cynthia went at it! They pushed into each other, fighting! Cynthia pulled on one of the spaghetti straps of Christy's corset. The strap popped, and as they pulled each others' hair, her tit popped free!
Both Kevin and Bobby witnessed Cynthia tear the strap, and cheered at the sexy moment! They loved seeing the bare titty popping free and bouncing as the two wive's fought on their knees!
Christy recognized the success of her opponent to add extra excitement for the men. She attempted to mimic the move, but Cynthia grabbed her hand and they pushed and pulled with their arms waving up and down in an exerted effort to overpower each other!
They were in a stalemate, so they both let go of each other's hair. Christy grabbed one of Cynthia's spaghetti straps, and Cynthia grabbed Christy's other strap. They both pulled at each other's strap, popping the corset!
Now, Christy's other tit bounced free from the corset, and one if Cynthia's bounced free, as well!
The husbands yelled and cheered as the tits danced free to the motion of the two wive's fighting on their knees!
Christy and Cynthia went for each other's tits! The women squealed as their nipples were twisted!
Christy tried desperately to get to Cynthia's second strap, but Cynthia held her wrist. Their other hands were busy pinching and twisting her rival's nipples.
As the men stood near them, with boners in full view, Cynthia had an idea. She decided to let go of Christy's wrist, knowing her strap was the target. After she let go, Christy grabbed the last spaghetti strap to be broken. As Christy pulled at the strap, Cynthia used her free hand to attack Christy's bare pussy!
Christy screamed as she pulled at Cynthia strap! The strap popped, and Cynthia's tit bounced free. Cynthia smirked as Christy reached to stop Cynthia from pinching her clit! Cynthia made eye contact with Bobby as she held an advantage in the moment.
Cynthia said, "You should be cheering for me, Bobby."
Christy tried to pull Cynthia's hand away, but it caused more pain as her pussy lips were stretched.
Christy begged, "No, Cynthia! Please!"
Although Cynthia felt pride in her tactic and from listening to her "opponent" beg, she decided to show mercy, since Christy was her friend.
Cynthia released her grip on Christy's pussy and went for the red-heads hair.
Christy pounced at Cynthia's mistake! She used her freed hand to enact revenge by pinching Cynthia's clit!
Cynthia screamed in pain, and she immediately regretted giving up her advantage over the experienced catfighter!
Christy intended to teach her friend a lesson! She twisted and pulled on Cynthia's pussy lips!
Cynthia was the one begging, now! "Christy, don't hurt me! Please!"
Christy replied, "You started it! Is this really what you want! So, you planned your 'dirty' tactic, right?"
Cynthia cried, "I'm sorry, Christy!"
Just as Cynthia apologized, Christy's eyes swelled and she screamed! Cynthia had let go of Christy's hair and quickly went back to her clit!
The men were in shock, but turned on to see their wive's getting erotically vicious! They stood watching... entertained at the XXX catfight, where the two women were fighting to win both of the husbands' dicks for a threesome. Each wife stood to lose her own husband to the other for a porn session as a result of her loss.
They tortured one another for what seemed like minutes, but in actuality, they were both surrendering in about a half a minute. Christy begged Cynthia, "Please, Cynthia, no more!" At the same moment, Cynthia was announcing, "I can't go on. Stop, Christy!" As they both realized a mutual defeat, they stopped the pussy attack.
They broke apart and slowly got to their feet. They tamed their wild-looking hair as they slowly circled on the blanket. Their beautiful tits swayed as they walked, and their men watched in delightful suspense.
The catfighting wives stopped circling and closed in on one another. They locked up; bare tits squished together as they tried to wrestle one another to the floor!
Bobby and Kevin cheered their sexy wives as the catfight resumed.
Christy lost the battle to the floor. As Christy landed on her knees, Cynthia manuvered behind her and grabbed her hair. She pulled Christy around on her hands and knees for a moment to get her in the position to pounce on her back! Christy's hanging tits swung in all directions as she was pulled around by her hair!
Kevin was amazed at his wife's performance! He moved closer to the fighting wives and watched his wife get the best of Christy. His boner pointed at his wife's face.
Cynthia mounted Christy's back and held onto her hair like reigns!
Cynthia smiled at Kevin, and said, "Is that for me, big boy?"
Then, Cynthia reached behind her with one hand and began spanking Christy's thick ass!
Bobby was impressed and extremely turned on. He stood watching as he was captivated. Christy heard her husband's response as he softly responded, "Wow... that's sexy. I can't believe you are beating my wife."
Christy understood that the scene was sexually entertaining to her man, but she preferred being the woman giving, not receiving, the spanking. She fought to free herself from the predicament.
Christy tried to reach to Cynthia's leg to hold on to her in order to roll over and spring free. She didn't want to land on the floor with Cynthia resting on top of her with even more advantage.
Cynthia felt Christy try to escape from her dominated pony position. She swatted Christy's ass with hard slaps to tame her from trying to fight free!
Christy ignored the painful, and embarrassing spanking at the hands of her current MILF rival. She gripped Cynthia's leg and rolled to her side. Cynthia fell off onto the floor, and both women scrambled to their knees. They collided, again, body to body!
The curvy wives wrestled on their knees, thrusting their tits together to cause each other pain. They began repeating the tactic after their husbands cheered loudly from seeing their tits collide! They rammed their tits together several times to entertain their men, and to cause pain to their rival's tits!
The men stood over the wives with their dicks close to their faces. Despite the pain from impact, the women smiled from the excitement of having the men's boners nearly touching their faces. The men's response was also verification of performing a hot, sexy catfight. Both of the catfighting wives swelled with pride!
They continued to grip one another's hands, but changed to side swinging their tits together. They slapped their tits together with quick swinging motions. Christy's 38Ds were fighting Cynthia's 36Cs.
After a couple more minutes of fighting their tits, the women fell into each other in exhaustion. They rested on their knees, tit to tit. Their chins were on each other's shoulders as they tried to catch their breath.
Christy tried to get to her feet, but Cynthia tackled her to the floor! Cynthia wrestled to the top position for a moment. As she tried to mount Christy, the fiesty red-head kicked and bucked as she grabbed the beautiful brunette by her hair. She unseated Cynthia and rolled her off!
Cynthia wrestled to get back on top of Christy, but failed. She continued to wrestle "Catty Christy" on the floor. They both vyed for top position, and rolled across the floor, tit to tit, in an erotically entertaining "wife catfight."
Views of their bubble butts, and exposed pussies were unhindered as the wrestling MILFs traded places in the roll-around!
The mature wives grunted and complained as they competed in their rolling catfight. They each managed to cause the other the scream from time to time with a jerk of each other's hair as they tangled on the blanket.
With their voluptuous bodies compressed tightly together, the two competing wives rolled across the blanket-covered floor in efforts to mount the other in an act of dominance! The two husbands watched with swollen tongues and hard dicks. The competition was real, but, also performed in a way to excite the observers, who craved seeing the the voluptuous bodies in sexy positions.
Cynthia was able to trap Christy in a furious mount! Both sexy fourty-somethings breathed heavily from the excessive amount of energy expended in this catty competition!
Christy looked into Cynthia's eyes. She saw the hope and excitement in her adversary's demeanor. Cynthia's expression of desperation was changing in real time as she looked down to Christy. As she wrestled to pin Christy's hands to the floor, Cynthia's eyes began smiling in confidence. Breathing heavily, Christy thought, "No! I can't let her beat me! I have to buck her off of me! Look at her tits swaying above me. She is showing off for the boys!"
Christy's jealousy sent a surge through her body, and she grunted loudly as she bucked and wrestled Cynthia off of her!
The competitive friends went at it like wildcats as they rolled across the floor, pulling hair, pinching tits, and trying to exhaust each other in order to be the proud MILF champion, and to win both husband's sexual attention as the prize. The competition was filmed, both for profit, and as a token for the husbands to continously enjoy.
After a few minutes of a perfectly executed rolling catfight, the competing wives were slowing down. Both of them squealed from time to time from the titty-torture as well as from the scalp pain of hair-pulling. Their snaked legs were exhausted, and muscle failure was setting in.
Cynthia was able to stop the rolling, and she desperately reached for Christy's wrists. Christy complained, "Get off of me!"
Christy grabbed Cynthia's hands to keep her wrists from being pinned. The fighting felines' arms struggled as Cynthia tried to finish the catfight while she was on top.
Christy began trying to buck and roll Cynthia off of her, while Cynthia struggled to push Christy's hands to the floor.
Kevin and Bobby gawked at the sexy scene. Cynthia's exposed titties danced around as she fought to keep Christy down. Cynthia gritted her teeth and pushed Christy's hand to the floor.
Christy was panting from her desperate effort to stop her friend from pinning her. She laid there, defeated in the very type of event for which she is known. The stakes were high. Cynthia had earned a threesome, taking both husbands as prize for the evening. Cynthia would, also, have the title known as the MILF Champion of Catty Christy's website.
Cynthia smiled as she held her rival down. She encouraged her husband, "Here's a pose to remember, Kevin! I'll hold her down, while you take a picture!"
Kevin and Bobby took pictures as Cynthia got the best of Christy. Christy tried to buck harder, pulling the attention of the men. Christy's pussy lifted up and down as she struggled. Cynthia's pussy held her position above Christy's. The pussies came in contact every time Christy bucked her hips.
Kevin announced, "Holy shit! I'm dying here, ladies! You're both so damn hot! One of you finish the other off before my dick makes a mess!"
Bobby complimented Cynthia, "That's a sexy pose, Cynthia! Your ass looks amazing!"
Cynthia announced, "Oh, don't worry, boys! She is finished! She's just stubborn!"
Christy yelled, "Get off!"
Cynthia demanded, "Surrender, 'Catty Christy!'"
Christy looked up at her friend, who had beaten her. Cynthia's tits hung over her with hardened nipples. She knew she had nothing left, and finally submitted.
"You win, Cynthia," announced Christy.
Cynthia glowed in hearing her rival give up, but was unsatisfied in the submission.
Cynthia demanded, "You have to do better than that! Convince me to let you up, Christy!"
Christy looked at the two husbands, who watched with raging boners. She knew what she should do. She admitted, "You beat me Cynthia. You are the MILF Champion. You won my husband and yours for tonight."
Cynthia let go of Christy's wrists and clapped her hands together in celebration. Then, she held her hands in the air as she lifted her chest up to pose her tits as she smiled at the men! She declared, "I'm top MILF, now, boys!"
The men took pictures of Cynthia's win over Christy.
Both men walked up to the sexy women. Cynthia's energy was back and she smiled at the men as she grabbed their stiff dicks. The husbands stood there, one on each side. One of the cameras was directed to Cynthia's face as she held a dick with each hand. She rested dominately on top of Christy, where she had pinned her and gotten her to submit. Cynthia began sucking her husband's dick. After a few seconds, she switched to Bobby's dick and sucked him for a few seconds. Then, she looked down at Christy, who laid there in defeat, and watched with envy. Cynthia smiled, "This is amazing. Kevin and I watched all of your competitions. He keeps fantasizing about me being one of your opponents. Neither of us thought I could beat you until we fought the first time. After our first catfight, I realized I was just a good as you. I just needed experience. And, now, Kevin can be proud of his wife as I am, now, the MILF Champion.
Christy looked up at her friend, who had just beaten her in a sexy, MILF Catfight. Cynthia was holding both husbands by their cocks in a proud posture. Beaten, but not defeated, Christy said, "Don't be too cocky. Just because you beat me, doesn't mean you will win next time."
Cynthia snickered at her fiesty friend, and admitted her excitement at the response. "Oh, did you hear that boys? You get to watch us catfight again? I'll have to defend my title. Oh, and you two get to watch."
Christy smiled as the men lit up at the thought.
Cynthia dismounted Christy and told Kevin, "Lay down, babe. I want to mount you."
Kevin lied on the floor, and Cynthia straddled her husband in the reverse cowgirl position. She eased her sore pussy lips onto his swollen shaft and slowly sat onto him. She moaned as her pussy slid down dick onto his balls. "Oh, my pussy. She hurt my lips, babe," complained Cynthia as she slowly rode Kevin's cock.
Christy had sat up to watch. She announced, "That's what she deserves, Kevin. She hurt my pussy, first."
Kevin was extremely hard at the women discussing the scene of their catfight. He thrust his dick firmly upward into his wife in response.
Cynthia moaned loudly, and then said, "Bobby, get over here." Bobby responded and Cynthia took his dick into her mouth and sucked as she fucked her husband."
Cynthia looked into Bobby's eyes as she sucked his dick. She began riding Kevin's dick harder and her face contorted. She pulled Bobby's dick out of her mouth and held to the side of her face. Bobby fondled her tits as she screamed out an intense orgasm!
Cynthia slowed her ride to a stop. Her eyes were closed for a moment. When she opened them, she looked into Bobby's eyes and demanded, "Get over here Christy!"
Christy got up, and seemed excited to be involved in the film again.
Cynthia lifted herself off of Kevin and played for the recording, "Suck my man's cock!" She reached for Christy's hair a gripped the red locks in a display of dominance. Christy took Kevin's dick into her mouth and sucked. Kevin moaned from the attention he received from both women. He looked down at the sexy red-head that had just fought her sexy body against his own wife's. He was almost ready to explode.
Cynthia let go off Christy's hair and guided Bobby down to the floor and straddled his dick. She winced as she lowered her pussy lips against his swollen cock. Bobby moaned as her pussy enveloped his member. As she straddled him, she looked into his eyes.
Bobby grabbed her dangling tits and kneaded them.
Cynthia glowed as she slyly admitted, "I would apologize for hurting your wife, but, I'm enjoying this too much."
Christy stopped sucking Kevin's cock and responded, "Cynthia, whenever you're ready for another catfight, let me know."
Cynthia laughed and then began riding Bobby. She moaned as her lips rubbed Bobby's cock. He was deep inside of her and she clawed at his chest.
Cynthia charged, "That's enough, Christy! That's mine." Christy rolled her eyes to Kevin as she reluctantly surrendered his dick to Cynthia.
Cynthia took over sucking her husband's dick. She rode Bobby's dick harder as she sucked her man. Kevin grunted, and Cynthia finished him off by jacking him off onto her face.
Bobby pushed upward in a rhythmic motion. Cynthia moaned and begged, "Wait, no, my sore pussy!"
Then, Cynthia held tightly with one hand onto her husband's dick, as she held Bobby's hand with the other. Bobby fondled her tits as she continued to ride his thrusting cock!
"Ah!" Cynthia's pussy exploded! Bobby's balls became soaked.
Bobby warned, "I'm gonna cum!"
Cynthia leaped off of Bobby, and Bobby quickly got into position for the camera.
Christy reached for her husband's cock to jack him off onto Cynthia, who won Bobby's dick for the scene.
Cynthia slapped Christy's hand away, "Uh ah! I'll do it!"
Cynthia grabbed Bobby's dick and jacked him off onto her tits. She slid his dick all around her tits as he moaned. She made sure his cum was spread around both of her tits to coat both of them with his sex glaze.
"Get on your hands and knees, Christy!" Cynthia was finishing the scene with a sexy, pose of herself dominating Christy.
Cynthia got onto Christy's back like she had during the catfight. They both faced the camera. She pulled Christy's head back by her hair. Then, she said, "Get in here, boys. Point your cocks at my face."
Cynthia The sat victoriously on the back of Christy. Her face and tits were coated with the cum of both husbands. The hot pose kept the men excited. Their dicks stayed stiff for the camera."
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A few minutes later, Christy and Bobby were saying "Goodbye."
Cynthia whispered to Bobby, "I'm going to defend my title soon. 'Honey' and I want to fight over you. I know you want to watch us in a catfight. Don't tell wifey."
Bobby was hard again. He looked to see if Christy noticed Cynthia's whisper. Christy was whispering something to Kevin. Then, she turned to Bobby and said, "Ready?"
Bobby followed Christy to the vehicle. He replayed the night's events in his head... "Damn, that was hot!"
Christy suddenly spoke, "Don't think she will win next time." Bobby smiled.
Cynthia set a new picture as the background for Kevin's computer. Her victory pose over Christy was a reminder every time he used it.
Cynthia's second catfight against Christy is as hot as advertised...
After several minutes of sexy combat, Cynthia and Christy continued their sexy catfight without pause. They went at it like young, college coeds in the prime of their lives. The MILFs had entered the stage of life classified as early "middle-age," but neither showed any significant wear, or tear.
Despite the exhaustion of competing physically against another healthy and vibrant woman, both of these wives desired the sexual attention of both husbands, who watched the sexy conflict as a form of provocative entertainment.
With their voluptuous bodies compressed tightly together, the two competing wives rolled across the blanket-covered floor in efforts to mount the other in an act of dominance! The two husbands watched with swollen tongues and hard dicks. The competition was real, but, also performed in a way to excite the observers, who craved seeing the the voluptuous bodies in sexy positions.
Cynthia was able to trap Christy in a furious mount! Both sexy fourty-somethings breathed heavily from the excessive amount of energy expended in this catty competition!
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Earlier that evening...
Cynthia loved performing her first "catfight" with Christy a few weeks earlier. Her husband, Kevin was ecstatic after witnessing the mix of physicality and sexiness in the woman to woman competition! Cynthia knew her husband was proud of her, and he bragged daily to her about her amazing prowess she'd displayed in her first experience.
Despite her spunky showing, her loss bothered her enough to want a rematch. She wasn't angry with her friend, Christy, for beating her. She simply wanted Kevin to see her win. She knew Kevin was envisioning Christy in his mind on a daily basis. He had watched all of her videos on line. He, also, set his screenshot on his home computer with a snapshot of his wife's catfight. While, Cynthia was proud to be part of the sexy scene, Christy was on top of her in the picture. Both of the wives were pulling each others' hair, but Christy's ass was on display, and her tits were pressing down onto her own. She felt her body grow tense as she thought.
Earlier in the day, her mood was lively as she teased and challenged Lanna on the phone. Her competitive side became elevated as the time to catfight neared. She decided to review her first contest against Christy in hopes to see what worked well for her.
She clicked play on her laptop to review her performance against Christy. As she watched the "build-up" to the match, she glowed as she saw Bobby looking at her lustfully as she sucked his dick.
Cynthia whispered to herself, "You naughty girl. I guess I shouldn't be so jealous of Christy after all. Maybe, she was jealous of me. Bobby cheered for me. Look at him play with your tits, girl."
As the scene progressed, Cynthia watched herself battle against Christy. She observed and listened to the struggle. She heard the husbands encouraging them to get the other. The excitement of the catfight was affecting her. The action, the determination, and the obvious thrill in the husbands' demeanor was making her wet. The negative thoughts she was having before reviewing the battle were disappearing.
Despite loosing, Cynthia smiled at the sexy conclusion of her catfight against Christy, and whispered to herself, "That was hot! I can't blame Kevin for wanting to watch Christy in her other catfights... I still have to beat her, though! I should be his sexy icon, not her! I'm going to have to make some videos of me, so that his library will provide videos of me to watch whenever he is horny."
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Christy and Bobby were ready for the night's sexy event, but sat on the couch, waiting out the clock. Bobby sat in discomfort from his raging boner. In less than an hour, he would witness his wife, Christy, in her second catfight against Cynthia.
Christy was observing something on her laptop computer. Suddenly, she nudged her husband. "Hey, babe! Look at this..."
Bobby looked at her screen. It was Christy's blowjob contest against Cynthia!
Bobby complained, "Oh, come on! I can't relax as it is!"
Christy giggled. "I just wanted to show you who the queen is!"
"I know you're the queen, sexy lady," Bobby responded.
As if she didn't remember the result of the contest, Christy brought attention to the victory spray, "Ha! I won! Cynthia couldn't suck you off before I sucked off Kevin."
Bobby lowered his pants to relieve the pressure from his confined, hardened cock. He stared at the sexy competitors' glazed faces as they lock eyes and pressed their cum-covered tits together. The women looked sexy and fierce as they advertised the upcoming catfight between them! He had been yearning to watch the wives catfight, and finally, the event was about to happen!
Then, Christy clicked on the catfight from several weeks earlier. She said, "I need to look for weaknesses... hers and mine. I'm sure she is doing the same."
Bobby smiled as he watched intently. He said, "I better watch, too."
Christy grabbed Bobby by his balls and squeezed! She demanded, "Guess who you'll be rooting for tonight?"
Bobby gritted his teeth as his balls were ferociously squeezed. He replied, "You, sexy! You! Teach her why you're 'Catty Christy!'"
Christy asked, "Yeah?"
Bobby added, "Yeah, baby! Pull her around by her hair!"
Christy let go of Bobby's balls, and giggled, "That's my man."
*********
Cynthia opened her front door to greet Bobby and Christy. She reached for the back of Bobby's head, and pulled his face to hers. She planted a big kiss on his lips, as she looked into his eyes.
"Hey, Bobby! I've been waiting for you, handsome," exclaimed Cynthia.
"Same here, beautiful," admitted Bobby.
Cynthia let go of Bobby's, and reached for Christy. The beautiful women firmly hugged each other to Bobby's delight.
Cynthia kissed Christy on the cheek. Christy responded with a kiss of her own as they remained embrassed with their tits mashed together.
"I'm excited about this, but I don't want any animosity," admitted Cynthia.
Christy assured Cynthia, "No worries, sweetie. We've gotten through it before. I've been through this with a few friends."
Cynthia said, "I know. I just feel really competitive tonight. I think I'm going to be a little more fiery this time."
They released their embrace, and looked into each other's eyes. Christy smiled and asked, "You want to beat me to impress hubby, don't you?"
Cynthia nodded, then answered, "Yes, but within our rules. I'm not going to lose my cool."
Christy said, "Of course, honey. Fight for your man. I'm going to fight for mine."
Cynthia asked, "How about this... the winner gets both men, while the other watches."
Christy laughed. She said, "You're feeling dirty tonight, aren't you?"
Cynthia said, "I've been fantasizing all day. I'm so horny!"
Christy replied, "Let's keep the stakes a secret until it's over. If you beat me, then, you can do whatever you want."
Cynthia agreed, "I love it. Same to you. I might play dirty, though."
Christy said, "Okay, you asked for it... if I win, I'll 'play dirty.' The video should make a lot of money."
*********
The cameras were set and recording as Bobby and Kevin stood, waiting for their sexy wives to enter the room. The wait was well worth it!
Both sexy, voluptuous wives entered the make-shift arena together. They both wore eyelash lace corsets, stockings, and garter belts! The men's jaws dropped as they looked the voluptuous women over!
Neither wife wore anything to cover the flesh beneath the corsets from their curvy hips to the stockings! The only exception was the garter belts attached to their corsets. Their pussies and asses were purposely exposed for the delight of the husbands, as well as for the purchasers of the catfight video. The wives' pubic hairs were nearly in full bloom. Those regions were only slightly trimmed.
The wives' corsets and stockings differed in color. Christy's was blue-green, while Cynthia's was dark purple.
Christy walked up to Kevin and kissed him on the lips. She unzipped his pants and pulled his boner through the opening. She gripped his dick and reminded him, "I really enjoyed sucking you off. There's more of that later after I beat Cynthia again. You can put that big boy inside of me, and pound my pussy."
Cythia stood with her hands on her hips watching Christy. She scoffed at Christy's flirtation with Kevin. Then, she turned to face Bobby.
Cynthia put her lips to Bobby's and then, pushed her tongue into his mouth as she unbuttoned, unzipped, and jerked his pants below his throbbing boner.
She promised, "I'm gonna suck and fuck your brains out, Bobby. Your 'Catty Christy' has met her match!"
Christy released Kevin and began approaching Cynthia. Cynthia sensed Christy's charge and turned to face her!
Cynthia stepped forward to lock up with Christy as the catfight began!
They grabbed each other's hair and pulled aggressively! The woman complained from the pain initiated by one another. They circled as they pulled each other's hair! Their exposed asses jiggled as they tortured one another in a fierce hairpulling contest! It was brunette vs. redhead.
Cynthia wrapped a leg around Christy's leg, but lost her own balance as Christy drove into her.
The sexy catfighters tumbled to the blanket and wrestled across the floor energetically! They pulled hair and slapped at each other's asses! They looked like they hated each other with angry expressions displayed.
Kevin cheered, "Oh, shit! Cynthia, you're damn hot! You can take her!"
Bobby joined in, "Come on, Christy! Kick her ass! You're my champion!"
Christy rolled on top of Cynthia, but Cynthia used her foot to push Christy off! Christy fell back to the floor. Both women got to their knees just in time to defend themselves!
Christy and Cynthia went at it! They pushed into each other, fighting! Cynthia pulled on one of the spaghetti straps of Christy's corset. The strap popped, and as they pulled each others' hair, her tit popped free!
Both Kevin and Bobby witnessed Cynthia tear the strap, and cheered at the sexy moment! They loved seeing the bare titty popping free and bouncing as the two wive's fought on their knees!
Christy recognized the success of her opponent to add extra excitement for the men. She attempted to mimic the move, but Cynthia grabbed her hand and they pushed and pulled with their arms waving up and down in an exerted effort to overpower each other!
They were in a stalemate, so they both let go of each other's hair. Christy grabbed one of Cynthia's spaghetti straps, and Cynthia grabbed Christy's other strap. They both pulled at each other's strap, popping the corset!
Now, Christy's other tit bounced free from the corset, and one if Cynthia's bounced free, as well!
The husbands yelled and cheered as the tits danced free to the motion of the two wive's fighting on their knees!
Christy and Cynthia went for each other's tits! The women squealed as their nipples were twisted!
Christy tried desperately to get to Cynthia's second strap, but Cynthia held her wrist. Their other hands were busy pinching and twisting her rival's nipples.
As the men stood near them, with boners in full view, Cynthia had an idea. She decided to let go of Christy's wrist, knowing her strap was the target. After she let go, Christy grabbed the last spaghetti strap to be broken. As Christy pulled at the strap, Cynthia used her free hand to attack Christy's bare pussy!
Christy screamed as she pulled at Cynthia strap! The strap popped, and Cynthia's tit bounced free. Cynthia smirked as Christy reached to stop Cynthia from pinching her clit! Cynthia made eye contact with Bobby as she held an advantage in the moment.
Cynthia said, "You should be cheering for me, Bobby."
Christy tried to pull Cynthia's hand away, but it caused more pain as her pussy lips were stretched.
Christy begged, "No, Cynthia! Please!"
Although Cynthia felt pride in her tactic and from listening to her "opponent" beg, she decided to show mercy, since Christy was her friend.
Cynthia released her grip on Christy's pussy and went for the red-heads hair.
Christy pounced at Cynthia's mistake! She used her freed hand to enact revenge by pinching Cynthia's clit!
Cynthia screamed in pain, and she immediately regretted giving up her advantage over the experienced catfighter!
Christy intended to teach her friend a lesson! She twisted and pulled on Cynthia's pussy lips!
Cynthia was the one begging, now! "Christy, don't hurt me! Please!"
Christy replied, "You started it! Is this really what you want! So, you planned your 'dirty' tactic, right?"
Cynthia cried, "I'm sorry, Christy!"
Just as Cynthia apologized, Christy's eyes swelled and she screamed! Cynthia had let go of Christy's hair and quickly went back to her clit!
The men were in shock, but turned on to see their wive's getting erotically vicious! They stood watching... entertained at the XXX catfight, where the two women were fighting to win both of the husbands' dicks for a threesome. Each wife stood to lose her own husband to the other for a porn session as a result of her loss.
They tortured one another for what seemed like minutes, but in actuality, they were both surrendering in about a half a minute. Christy begged Cynthia, "Please, Cynthia, no more!" At the same moment, Cynthia was announcing, "I can't go on. Stop, Christy!" As they both realized a mutual defeat, they stopped the pussy attack.
They broke apart and slowly got to their feet. They tamed their wild-looking hair as they slowly circled on the blanket. Their beautiful tits swayed as they walked, and their men watched in delightful suspense.
The catfighting wives stopped circling and closed in on one another. They locked up; bare tits squished together as they tried to wrestle one another to the floor!
Bobby and Kevin cheered their sexy wives as the catfight resumed.
Christy lost the battle to the floor. As Christy landed on her knees, Cynthia manuvered behind her and grabbed her hair. She pulled Christy around on her hands and knees for a moment to get her in the position to pounce on her back! Christy's hanging tits swung in all directions as she was pulled around by her hair!
Kevin was amazed at his wife's performance! He moved closer to the fighting wives and watched his wife get the best of Christy. His boner pointed at his wife's face.
Cynthia mounted Christy's back and held onto her hair like reigns!
Cynthia smiled at Kevin, and said, "Is that for me, big boy?"
Then, Cynthia reached behind her with one hand and began spanking Christy's thick ass!
Bobby was impressed and extremely turned on. He stood watching as he was captivated. Christy heard her husband's response as he softly responded, "Wow... that's sexy. I can't believe you are beating my wife."
Christy understood that the scene was sexually entertaining to her man, but she preferred being the woman giving, not receiving, the spanking. She fought to free herself from the predicament.
Christy tried to reach to Cynthia's leg to hold on to her in order to roll over and spring free. She didn't want to land on the floor with Cynthia resting on top of her with even more advantage.
Cynthia felt Christy try to escape from her dominated pony position. She swatted Christy's ass with hard slaps to tame her from trying to fight free!
Christy ignored the painful, and embarrassing spanking at the hands of her current MILF rival. She gripped Cynthia's leg and rolled to her side. Cynthia fell off onto the floor, and both women scrambled to their knees. They collided, again, body to body!
The curvy wives wrestled on their knees, thrusting their tits together to cause each other pain. They began repeating the tactic after their husbands cheered loudly from seeing their tits collide! They rammed their tits together several times to entertain their men, and to cause pain to their rival's tits!
The men stood over the wives with their dicks close to their faces. Despite the pain from impact, the women smiled from the excitement of having the men's boners nearly touching their faces. The men's response was also verification of performing a hot, sexy catfight. Both of the catfighting wives swelled with pride!
They continued to grip one another's hands, but changed to side swinging their tits together. They slapped their tits together with quick swinging motions. Christy's 38Ds were fighting Cynthia's 36Cs.
After a couple more minutes of fighting their tits, the women fell into each other in exhaustion. They rested on their knees, tit to tit. Their chins were on each other's shoulders as they tried to catch their breath.
Christy tried to get to her feet, but Cynthia tackled her to the floor! Cynthia wrestled to the top position for a moment. As she tried to mount Christy, the fiesty red-head kicked and bucked as she grabbed the beautiful brunette by her hair. She unseated Cynthia and rolled her off!
Cynthia wrestled to get back on top of Christy, but failed. She continued to wrestle "Catty Christy" on the floor. They both vyed for top position, and rolled across the floor, tit to tit, in an erotically entertaining "wife catfight."
Views of their bubble butts, and exposed pussies were unhindered as the wrestling MILFs traded places in the roll-around!
The mature wives grunted and complained as they competed in their rolling catfight. They each managed to cause the other the scream from time to time with a jerk of each other's hair as they tangled on the blanket.
With their voluptuous bodies compressed tightly together, the two competing wives rolled across the blanket-covered floor in efforts to mount the other in an act of dominance! The two husbands watched with swollen tongues and hard dicks. The competition was real, but, also performed in a way to excite the observers, who craved seeing the the voluptuous bodies in sexy positions.
Cynthia was able to trap Christy in a furious mount! Both sexy fourty-somethings breathed heavily from the excessive amount of energy expended in this catty competition!
Christy looked into Cynthia's eyes. She saw the hope and excitement in her adversary's demeanor. Cynthia's expression of desperation was changing in real time as she looked down to Christy. As she wrestled to pin Christy's hands to the floor, Cynthia's eyes began smiling in confidence. Breathing heavily, Christy thought, "No! I can't let her beat me! I have to buck her off of me! Look at her tits swaying above me. She is showing off for the boys!"
Christy's jealousy sent a surge through her body, and she grunted loudly as she bucked and wrestled Cynthia off of her!
The competitive friends went at it like wildcats as they rolled across the floor, pulling hair, pinching tits, and trying to exhaust each other in order to be the proud MILF champion, and to win both husband's sexual attention as the prize. The competition was filmed, both for profit, and as a token for the husbands to continously enjoy.
After a few minutes of a perfectly executed rolling catfight, the competing wives were slowing down. Both of them squealed from time to time from the titty-torture as well as from the scalp pain of hair-pulling. Their snaked legs were exhausted, and muscle failure was setting in.
Cynthia was able to stop the rolling, and she desperately reached for Christy's wrists. Christy complained, "Get off of me!"
Christy grabbed Cynthia's hands to keep her wrists from being pinned. The fighting felines' arms struggled as Cynthia tried to finish the catfight while she was on top.
Christy began trying to buck and roll Cynthia off of her, while Cynthia struggled to push Christy's hands to the floor.
Kevin and Bobby gawked at the sexy scene. Cynthia's exposed titties danced around as she fought to keep Christy down. Cynthia gritted her teeth and pushed Christy's hand to the floor.
Christy was panting from her desperate effort to stop her friend from pinning her. She laid there, defeated in the very type of event for which she is known. The stakes were high. Cynthia had earned a threesome, taking both husbands as prize for the evening. Cynthia would, also, have the title known as the MILF Champion of Catty Christy's website.
Cynthia smiled as she held her rival down. She encouraged her husband, "Here's a pose to remember, Kevin! I'll hold her down, while you take a picture!"
Kevin and Bobby took pictures as Cynthia got the best of Christy. Christy tried to buck harder, pulling the attention of the men. Christy's pussy lifted up and down as she struggled. Cynthia's pussy held her position above Christy's. The pussies came in contact every time Christy bucked her hips.
Kevin announced, "Holy shit! I'm dying here, ladies! You're both so damn hot! One of you finish the other off before my dick makes a mess!"
Bobby complimented Cynthia, "That's a sexy pose, Cynthia! Your ass looks amazing!"
Cynthia announced, "Oh, don't worry, boys! She is finished! She's just stubborn!"
Christy yelled, "Get off!"
Cynthia demanded, "Surrender, 'Catty Christy!'"
Christy looked up at her friend, who had beaten her. Cynthia's tits hung over her with hardened nipples. She knew she had nothing left, and finally submitted.
"You win, Cynthia," announced Christy.
Cynthia glowed in hearing her rival give up, but was unsatisfied in the submission.
Cynthia demanded, "You have to do better than that! Convince me to let you up, Christy!"
Christy looked at the two husbands, who watched with raging boners. She knew what she should do. She admitted, "You beat me Cynthia. You are the MILF Champion. You won my husband and yours for tonight."
Cynthia let go of Christy's wrists and clapped her hands together in celebration. Then, she held her hands in the air as she lifted her chest up to pose her tits as she smiled at the men! She declared, "I'm top MILF, now, boys!"
The men took pictures of Cynthia's win over Christy.
Both men walked up to the sexy women. Cynthia's energy was back and she smiled at the men as she grabbed their stiff dicks. The husbands stood there, one on each side. One of the cameras was directed to Cynthia's face as she held a dick with each hand. She rested dominately on top of Christy, where she had pinned her and gotten her to submit. Cynthia began sucking her husband's dick. After a few seconds, she switched to Bobby's dick and sucked him for a few seconds. Then, she looked down at Christy, who laid there in defeat, and watched with envy. Cynthia smiled, "This is amazing. Kevin and I watched all of your competitions. He keeps fantasizing about me being one of your opponents. Neither of us thought I could beat you until we fought the first time. After our first catfight, I realized I was just a good as you. I just needed experience. And, now, Kevin can be proud of his wife as I am, now, the MILF Champion.
Christy looked up at her friend, who had just beaten her in a sexy, MILF Catfight. Cynthia was holding both husbands by their cocks in a proud posture. Beaten, but not defeated, Christy said, "Don't be too cocky. Just because you beat me, doesn't mean you will win next time."
Cynthia snickered at her fiesty friend, and admitted her excitement at the response. "Oh, did you hear that boys? You get to watch us catfight again? I'll have to defend my title. Oh, and you two get to watch."
Christy smiled as the men lit up at the thought.
Cynthia dismounted Christy and told Kevin, "Lay down, babe. I want to mount you."
Kevin lied on the floor, and Cynthia straddled her husband in the reverse cowgirl position. She eased her sore pussy lips onto his swollen shaft and slowly sat onto him. She moaned as her pussy slid down dick onto his balls. "Oh, my pussy. She hurt my lips, babe," complained Cynthia as she slowly rode Kevin's cock.
Christy had sat up to watch. She announced, "That's what she deserves, Kevin. She hurt my pussy, first."
Kevin was extremely hard at the women discussing the scene of their catfight. He thrust his dick firmly upward into his wife in response.
Cynthia moaned loudly, and then said, "Bobby, get over here." Bobby responded and Cynthia took his dick into her mouth and sucked as she fucked her husband."
Cynthia looked into Bobby's eyes as she sucked his dick. She began riding Kevin's dick harder and her face contorted. She pulled Bobby's dick out of her mouth and held to the side of her face. Bobby fondled her tits as she screamed out an intense orgasm!
Cynthia slowed her ride to a stop. Her eyes were closed for a moment. When she opened them, she looked into Bobby's eyes and demanded, "Get over here Christy!"
Christy got up, and seemed excited to be involved in the film again.
Cynthia lifted herself off of Kevin and played for the recording, "Suck my man's cock!" She reached for Christy's hair a gripped the red locks in a display of dominance. Christy took Kevin's dick into her mouth and sucked. Kevin moaned from the attention he received from both women. He looked down at the sexy red-head that had just fought her sexy body against his own wife's. He was almost ready to explode.
Cynthia let go off Christy's hair and guided Bobby down to the floor and straddled his dick. She winced as she lowered her pussy lips against his swollen cock. Bobby moaned as her pussy enveloped his member. As she straddled him, she looked into his eyes.
Bobby grabbed her dangling tits and kneaded them.
Cynthia glowed as she slyly admitted, "I would apologize for hurting your wife, but, I'm enjoying this too much."
Christy stopped sucking Kevin's cock and responded, "Cynthia, whenever you're ready for another catfight, let me know."
Cynthia laughed and then began riding Bobby. She moaned as her lips rubbed Bobby's cock. He was deep inside of her and she clawed at his chest.
Cynthia charged, "That's enough, Christy! That's mine." Christy rolled her eyes to Kevin as she reluctantly surrendered his dick to Cynthia.
Cynthia took over sucking her husband's dick. She rode Bobby's dick harder as she sucked her man. Kevin grunted, and Cynthia finished him off by jacking him off onto her face.
Bobby pushed upward in a rhythmic motion. Cynthia moaned and begged, "Wait, no, my sore pussy!"
Then, Cynthia held tightly with one hand onto her husband's dick, as she held Bobby's hand with the other. Bobby fondled her tits as she continued to ride his thrusting cock!
"Ah!" Cynthia's pussy exploded! Bobby's balls became soaked.
Bobby warned, "I'm gonna cum!"
Cynthia leaped off of Bobby, and Bobby quickly got into position for the camera.
Christy reached for her husband's cock to jack him off onto Cynthia, who won Bobby's dick for the scene.
Cynthia slapped Christy's hand away, "Uh ah! I'll do it!"
Cynthia grabbed Bobby's dick and jacked him off onto her tits. She slid his dick all around her tits as he moaned. She made sure his cum was spread around both of her tits to coat both of them with his sex glaze.
"Get on your hands and knees, Christy!" Cynthia was finishing the scene with a sexy, pose of herself dominating Christy.
Cynthia got onto Christy's back like she had during the catfight. They both faced the camera. She pulled Christy's head back by her hair. Then, she said, "Get in here, boys. Point your cocks at my face."
Cynthia The sat victoriously on the back of Christy. Her face and tits were coated with the cum of both husbands. The hot pose kept the men excited. Their dicks stayed stiff for the camera."
*********
A few minutes later, Christy and Bobby were saying "Goodbye."
Cynthia whispered to Bobby, "I'm going to defend my title soon. 'Honey' and I want to fight over you. I know you want to watch us in a catfight. Don't tell wifey."
Bobby was hard again. He looked to see if Christy noticed Cynthia's whisper. Christy was whispering something to Kevin. Then, she turned to Bobby and said, "Ready?"
Bobby followed Christy to the vehicle. He replayed the night's events in his head... "Damn, that was hot!"
Christy suddenly spoke, "Don't think she will win next time." Bobby smiled.
Cynthia set a new picture as the background for Kevin's computer. Her victory pose over Christy was a reminder every time he used it.
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Catfight Connection / Re: couple catfight/sexfight near Bologna Italy
« Last post by Nastycat on Today at 02:31:41 AM »Buona fortuna!
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Requests / Re: sinclairfan?
« Last post by CuriousCombat on Today at 01:50:20 AM »Where is sinclairfan? All the stories and series seem to be gone also!?The most likely explanation is that they deleted their account and as such, everything posted by them at the site, ever was deleted.
I can't seem to find my comments on their stories either, meaning the entire threads were gone. Unless somebody has saved their stories, everything is lost.
It is what it is. Sad but true.
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MMA, Martial Arts,Kickboxing and NHB / Re: Deathfight for Freedom
« Last post by Rocko23 on Today at 01:26:15 AM »Superb! Please carry on. Hope Seraphine wins!
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Fictional Catfight Polls! / NHB Catfight in a Cage at the beach!
« Last post by T aka Tony on Today at 12:42:10 AM »This fight features Cute Corinne Vs Jacked Up Jordan in an NHB fight in cage at the beach. For shits and giggles, we threw a sand chair and boogie board into the cage. Cute Corinne and Jacked Up Jordan enter the cage dressed as they are. Jordan bull rushes Corinne. FIGHTTIME!!!
Tale of the tape:
Cute Corinne - 5'7 - 145lbs
Jacked Up Jordan - 5'5 - 160lbs
CLICK ON THE PICTURE TO ENLARGE
Tale of the tape:
Cute Corinne - 5'7 - 145lbs
Jacked Up Jordan - 5'5 - 160lbs
CLICK ON THE PICTURE TO ENLARGE
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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Horny smelly hippie chicks sexfight
« Last post by Jen_assfighter on Today at 12:23:29 AM »
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Catfight Art / Re: Divorce Disagreement
« Last post by pingpong on Yesterday at 11:31:51 PM »What an astonishing start for round 2! Two feral wildcats immediately pouncing on the other with such raw animosity fighting for survival. The black and white contrast of their undergarments and shoes is quite titillating. Provocative and sexy.
Another superlative catfight featuring two extremely, evenly matched alluring women. Based on your prior catfights, Cathy and Anna will be nude in no time. A catfight so savage that we catfight fans will be panting for more and rooting for our favorite. May the best woman win and get/keep the prize!
Wonder what Stan is thinking??
Another superlative catfight featuring two extremely, evenly matched alluring women. Based on your prior catfights, Cathy and Anna will be nude in no time. A catfight so savage that we catfight fans will be panting for more and rooting for our favorite. May the best woman win and get/keep the prize!
Wonder what Stan is thinking??
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Catfight Connection / Re: UK Catfighting 31/01/26
« Last post by maturecatfan on Yesterday at 10:47:44 PM »Chris is a very sexy lady and a great fighter. Julie had 2 very tough, competitive fights with her in 2025.could you be the fourth julie, make it a tournament
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Penthouse Pounding : Broken Promise Nicole vs Chelsea
« Last post by Nicole on Yesterday at 10:02:35 PM »I take my first step forward…
The floor is cool beneath my bare feet, smooth and unyielding. I draw a slow breath in and let it settle, then release it just as slowly. Not to calm myself, I’m already calm, but to narrow everything down.
The room adjusts. Chairs angle closer. It feels like a hundred eyes find me at once.
Standing here in a bikini, there’s no armor, no disguise. Just skin, posture, and breath. I feel the air move steadily in and out of my chest, anchoring me.
Chelsea stands across from me. She’s athletic, long lines, coiled energy. She holds herself like someone used to moving first, to covering distance quickly.
Her body is set, but not settled. Muscles held tight. I see her fingers flex once at her side, then still, like she’s reminding herself not to move too soon. I know her type. She wears confidence like momentum, something meant to carry her through before doubt has time to catch up. It works until it doesn’t. I can already see where the tension lives, where she’ll spend energy too fast if she doesn’t slow herself down.
Our eyes meet. Good. We’re both present in this moment. The two us now and no one else. But there’s heat there too, memory, grievance, something unfinished. She’s still fighting the last version of me as much as the one standing here now.
I breathe again. Slow. Measured. I notice her chest rise and fall. For a fleeting second, another life presses in, quiet dinners, school schedules, my husband and kids. I let the thought rise with the inhale and force it to leave with the exhale. I’ve learned how to do that. How to keep certain truths contained because if they weren’t, this never could be.
I move toward her, stop a few feet away. Close enough now to feel the tension between us. The room is full of anticipation.
“You’re already telling yourself a story,” I say evenly, quietly, my voice steady because my breath is. “I’m just here to see how it ends.”
I don’t rush. It’s so hard. But I’ve learned that in these moments that’s the best way.
My hands stay loose at my sides. My weight settles evenly as I look in her eyes.
Confident yet slightly scared but never showing it. This is the part I crave…the clarity, the narrowing between us, the moment right before, the satisfaction of choosing this moment.
I think Chelsea will move next. She always does…
The floor is cool beneath my bare feet, smooth and unyielding. I draw a slow breath in and let it settle, then release it just as slowly. Not to calm myself, I’m already calm, but to narrow everything down.
The room adjusts. Chairs angle closer. It feels like a hundred eyes find me at once.
Standing here in a bikini, there’s no armor, no disguise. Just skin, posture, and breath. I feel the air move steadily in and out of my chest, anchoring me.
Chelsea stands across from me. She’s athletic, long lines, coiled energy. She holds herself like someone used to moving first, to covering distance quickly.
Her body is set, but not settled. Muscles held tight. I see her fingers flex once at her side, then still, like she’s reminding herself not to move too soon. I know her type. She wears confidence like momentum, something meant to carry her through before doubt has time to catch up. It works until it doesn’t. I can already see where the tension lives, where she’ll spend energy too fast if she doesn’t slow herself down.
Our eyes meet. Good. We’re both present in this moment. The two us now and no one else. But there’s heat there too, memory, grievance, something unfinished. She’s still fighting the last version of me as much as the one standing here now.
I breathe again. Slow. Measured. I notice her chest rise and fall. For a fleeting second, another life presses in, quiet dinners, school schedules, my husband and kids. I let the thought rise with the inhale and force it to leave with the exhale. I’ve learned how to do that. How to keep certain truths contained because if they weren’t, this never could be.
I move toward her, stop a few feet away. Close enough now to feel the tension between us. The room is full of anticipation.
“You’re already telling yourself a story,” I say evenly, quietly, my voice steady because my breath is. “I’m just here to see how it ends.”
I don’t rush. It’s so hard. But I’ve learned that in these moments that’s the best way.
My hands stay loose at my sides. My weight settles evenly as I look in her eyes.
Confident yet slightly scared but never showing it. This is the part I crave…the clarity, the narrowing between us, the moment right before, the satisfaction of choosing this moment.
I think Chelsea will move next. She always does…
