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#31

Animation / Re: Mixtrilin art and animatio...

Last post by finglock - Yesterday at 04:15:31 PM

Has he taken his art off pixie?

#32

Live Action Clips / Re: Girls silently pound each ...

Last post by catfightman - Yesterday at 03:55:06 PM

The link doesn't seem to be working now. Is there another way to see it? 

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#33

Producer Announcements / Re: FightGirlz2000.com - Lates...

Last post by FightGirlz2000 - Yesterday at 03:44:52 PM

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#34

General Discussion about Titfights & Sexfights / EVOLUTION OF SEXFIGHTS

Last post by Smriti (Black Cat) - Yesterday at 02:36:43 PM

The reason I uploaded it here is because I know it will never get published there. Thanks to the patriarchal system.

["Evolution of Sexfights: From Public Matriarchal Expression to Private Continuity and the Path to Reclamation."]

#35

General Discussion about Titfights & Sexfights / Research Thesis

Last post by Smriti (Black Cat) - Yesterday at 02:29:31 PM

Please find attached my research thesis, "Evolution of Sexfights: From Public Matriarchal Expression to Private Continuity and the Path to Reclamation."

PFA

#36

Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: wife bikini contest

Last post by dirkje - Yesterday at 01:29:13 PM

i realy thought this would be much closer.  I don't understand the other woman is dominating the sexfight.

#37

Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: wife bikini contest

Last post by anne45 - Yesterday at 01:26:55 PM

It seems like your wife has no chance against this woman. she humiliates your wife's breasts and easeley wins the sexier body contest after that she dominates her sexualy. Only chance i see for your wife is to win the catfight.

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#38

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#39

Sexfighting and Titfighting / Re: The Chronicles Of Kamini R...

Last post by literaturelover - Yesterday at 08:46:51 AM

Josie didn't answer. She only let out a soft, broken whimper and pressed herself closer into the warmth of the woman who had finally, utterly broken her.The silence that followed was not a peaceful one; it was the heavy, ringing silence of a battlefield after the final cannon had fired. They remained entwined, the only movement the rhythmic heave of their tits and the slow, viscous drip of herbal oil pooling beneath them on the vinyl.

Josie felt as though her skeleton had been turned to gelatin. The sheer physical presence of Kamini--the expansive weight of her tits, the crushing power of her thighs--had left her in a state of sensory suspension. For the first time in her life, the space around her didn't feel like something she owned; it felt like something she was merely allowed to occupy by the grace of the woman pinning her down.

Kamini shifted, the sound of their oil-slicked skin parting with a wet, lingering *schlick*. She didn't move away entirely, but rather propped herself up on her elbows, her H-cups swaying slightly, glistening like polished mahogany in the harsh fluorescent light. Her face was a mask of serene triumph, though her pupils were still blown wide, her breath still coming in shallow, ragged hitches.

"You're very quiet, Josie," Kamini murmured, her voice a low, resonant vibration that seemed to echo in the marrow of Josie's bones.

Josie tried to swallow, but her throat was dry. She looked up at Kamini--the ruined silk of the blouse hanging off her shoulders, the raw power of her physique--and felt a sudden, traitorous surge of longing. The defeat hadn't just been physical; it had been a spiritual displacement. She had tried to play the predator, only to find herself outclassed by a predator who didn't need to shout to be heard.

"I... I hate you," Josie whispered, though there was no venom left in the words. It sounded more like a confession.

Kamini's lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. "Hate is such a loud emotion, Josie. And right now, you're far too exhausted to be loud."

Slowly, with a deliberate lack of urgency, Kamini began to withdraw. She slid backward, her wide hips gliding over Josie's with one last, teasing brush of friction that made the younger girl's core twitch in a phantom echo of the orgasm. Kamini stood up in one fluid motion, her body shimmering under the oil, looking less like a tutor and more like some ancient, vengeful goddess of fertility and discipline.

She reached down, grabbing the towel she had used earlier, and began to wipe the excess oil from her thighs with slow, methodical strokes. The movement emphasized the powerful curve of her quads and the authoritative swell of her hips.

Josie remained on the mat, her blonde hair splayed out like a halo of chaos. She watched Kamini--really watched her. She saw the way the woman carried her weight, the way she didn't apologize for the space she took up.

"Get up," Kamini commanded.

Josie blinked, the command snapping her back to reality. She rolled over slowly, her movements clumsy. As she sat up, her gaze fell on the scattered buttons of the cream silk blouse, glinting on the floor like fallen stars.

"Clean this mess up. Every drop of oil, every button. If there is so much as a smudge of grease on this mat when I return in ten minutes, we will have a third round. And trust me, Josie... I'm just getting started with your education."

Kamini turned and walked toward the door, the ruined silk of her blouse fluttering behind her, leaving Josie shivering on the vinyl--not from cold, but from the terrifying, exhilarating realization that she couldn't wait for the timer to run out. The ten minutes stretched into an eternity of sensory haunting. Josie moved like a ghost, her muscles twitching with the residual electricity of the defeat. She knelt on the vinyl, the towel in her hand scrubbing at the stubborn, shimmering pools of herbal oil. Every movement of her arms caused her own tits to sway, the ribbed fabric of her tank top now translucent and clinging to her skin, saturated with the scent of the woman who had just dismantled her.

She found the buttons. Small, pearlescent discs that felt like trophies of a war she had lost. As she gathered them, she felt a strange, humming void in her pussy--a hunger that the climax hadn't sated, but rather intensified.

The door clicked open.

Kamini stepped back into the room. She had draped her ruined blouse over her arm, her skin still glowing, her gaze scanning the floor with the precision of a hawk. She stopped, her eyes traveling from the clean mat up to Josie's flushed face.

"Efficient," Kamini noted, her voice a low, honeyed rumble. "I almost expected you to fail."

Josie stood up, her legs slightly shaky. The defiance was there, but it had mutated into something more visceral. She didn't look at the door; she looked at the way Kamini's tits shifted beneath the lace of her bra, the sheer, heavy volume of them creating a gravitational pull that Josie couldn't resist.

"You said you were just getting started," Josie whispered, her voice rasping.

Kamini's expression didn't change, but her eyes flared. She stepped forward, the distance between them closing in a heartbeat. She didn't stop until she was inches away, the heat radiating off her mahogany skin like a furnace.

"I don't repeat myself, Josie. But since you're so eager for the next lesson..." Kamini's hand shot out, her fingers locking around the back of Josie's neck, pulling her forward.

The collision was different this time. There was no struggle for position, no frantic scrambling. It was a deliberate, slow-motion fusion. Kamini backed Josie up against the heavy teacher's desk, the edge of the wood biting into the backs of Josie's thighs. With a sharp, practiced motion, Kamini lifted her, hoisting Josie's legs around her waist.

The impact was a wet, heavy thud of pelvis against pelvis. Without the mat or the oil to buffer them, the contact was raw, the denim of Josie's skirt and the lace of Kamini's underwear providing a friction that was agonizingly slow.

"This is the lesson on *endurance*," Kamini breathed, her lips grazing Josie's ear.

Kamini didn't grind; she began to pulse. A slow, rhythmic contraction of her pelvic muscles that sent waves of pressure deep into Josie's core. It was a psychic assault, a steady, drumming beat of dominance that demanded Josie acknowledge every inch of the woman's power.

Josie let out a choked sob, her fingers clawing into the silk of Kamini's blouse. She tried to find a rhythm, tried to push back, but Kamini locked her in place, her H-cups crushing against Josie's tit with a suffocating, velvety weight.

"You want to win, don't you?" Kamini whispered, her voice a dark command. "Tell me who owns this room."

"You... you do," Josie gasped, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering.

"Louder."

"You own it! You own me!" Josie screamed, the admission triggering a surge of heat that made her hips buck uncontrollably.

Kamini smiled--a predatory, triumphant curve of the lips. She shifted her weight, angling her pelvis with a sudden, sharp precision that locked their clitorises in a searing, high-pressure grip. Then, she began to move.

It was a slow, agonizing slide--a millimeter of movement every few seconds. The friction was minimal but the pressure was immense. Every time Kamini slid upward, she felt the frantic pulse of Josie's arousal, the way the younger girl was practically vibrating under her.

"You're so desperate," Kamini murmured, her voice vibrating through their joined bodies. "So hungry for the woman who broke you."

Josie couldn't breathe. The sheer mass of Kamini--the feeling of being engulfed by those expansive curves, the smell of  Kamini's gorgeous soft skin and confidence--was overwhelming her. She felt herself slipping, her consciousness narrowing down to the point of contact between them.

Kamini accelerated. The slow slide became a rhythmic, grinding crush. It was a slow burn that had reached the tipping point, a friction that felt like liquid fire.

"Now," Kamini commanded.

With a powerful, shuddering heave, Kamini drove her hips forward, her entire body becoming a single, crushing force of mahogany flesh. The impact was seismic, a blunt-force collision of saturated mounds that sent a shockwave of pleasure straight through Josie's spine.

Josie's world narrowed to the sensation of being utterly eclipsed. The sheer volume of Kamini--the way her heavy, H-cup tits smothered her tit and her wide, powerful hips locked her against the desk--felt like being consumed by a warm, living tide. Josie's legs tightened instinctively around Kamini's waist, pulling her deeper into the crush, her fingers digging into the woman's shoulders as she fought for air.

The friction was no longer just surface-level; it was a deep, grinding pressure that felt as if it were merging their pelvic bones. Every slide of Kamini's pelvis was a calculated strike, a heavy, rhythmic pulse that hammered against Josie's most sensitive nerves. The denim of the mini-skirt was now a useless barrier, the fabric soaked through with the evidence of their mutual heat.

"You're shaking, Josie," Kamini purred, her voice a low, resonant vibration that Josie could feel in her own tit. "Where is all that fire from before? Where is the girl who thought she could step on everyone?"

Josie couldn't answer. Her mouth was open in a silent, desperate gasp, her eyes blown wide and unfocused. She was no longer fighting for dominance; she was fighting for survival in a sea of sensory overload. The slow, agonizing build had reached a critical mass, and the pressure in her core had become a white-hot tension that felt like it was about to shatter her from the inside out.

Kamini sensed the fragility of the moment. She shifted her angle, arching her back and tilting her pelvis upward with a sudden, powerful surge. She didn't just grind; she anchored herself, using her superior weight to pin Josie against the mahogany desk, turning the friction into a suffocating, wet vacuum of pleasure.

"Look at me," Kamini commanded, her voice a dark, velvet lash.

Josie looked up, seeing Kamini's face flushed with a predatory glow. The tutor's tits were crushed flat against her own, their breathing synchronized in a ragged, wet cadence. The sight of such absolute, confident abundance--the way Kamini looked down at her with a mixture of pity and hunger--sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to Josie's core.

Kamini began to accelerate. The slow, crushing rolls transitioned into a fast, vibrating shimmy. It was a high-frequency assault, a blurring of wet heat and pressure that targeted Josie's most sensitive nerves with surgical accuracy.

"You... you're... too much," Josie gasped, her voice breaking into a whimpering plea.

"I'm exactly enough," Kamini whispered.

With a sudden, decisive movement, Kamini arched her back, driving her pelvis upward and forward in a powerful, piston-like strike. The impact was electric. The sheer force of the collision sent a shockwave of pleasure through both of them, a white-hot spark that ignited the remaining tension in the room.

Josie's world fractured. The feeling of Kamini's overwhelming volume, the relentless sliding friction, and the crushing weight of the woman's tit combined into a singular, explosive peak. Her back arched violently, her heels digging into the desk as her muscles seized in a prolonged, shuddering climax.

She let out a long, guttural moan, her head falling back as the orgasm tore through her with more intensity than the first. This wasn't just a surrender; it was a total annihilation of her defenses. She felt herself dissolving into the mahogany heat of the woman above her, her ego finally shattering under the weight of a pleasure she couldn't control.

Kamini didn't let up. She rode the wave of Josie's release, her own body trembling with a matching intensity. She drove her hips forward one last time, a final, crushing press that locked them together in a wet, shimmering embrace of total dominance.

With a low, guttural growl, Kamini finally let go, her own climax hitting her like a freight train. She collapsed forward, her heavy, oil-slicked tits smothering Josie's tit as she let out a long, shuddering breath that sounded like a prayer of victory.

For a long time, the only sound in the room was the heavy, ragged panting of two exhausted women. They lay there, fused by sweat and spent adrenaline, the silence of the classroom returning, now heavy with the scent of victory and absolute submission.The silence that followed was not a vacuum, but a thick, vibrating space filled with the scent of musk and ruined silk. Kamini remained draped over Josie, her expansive tits acting as a weighted blanket that pinned the younger girl to the mahogany desk. The physical disparity between them had never felt more profound; Kamini wasn't just a woman to Josie now--she was a mountain of mahogany warmth and unwavering authority.

Josie's tit heaved, her lungs struggling to catch the air that Kamini's H-cups were effectively stealing from her. She felt the slow, rhythmic throb of her own heartbeat echoing in the place where their pelvic bones were still fused. The defeat was total. The psychological warfare had transitioned into a physical reality that left Josie feeling stripped, exposed, and strangely reborn.

Kamini shifted, the movement causing a wet, lingering *slap* of skin against skin. She pulled back just enough to look Josie in the eyes. Her expression wasn't one of cruelty, but of a profound, maternal sort of dominance.

"You're very quiet now, Josie," Kamini murmured, her voice a low, resonant vibration. "The sun has set, and the room is very dark."

Josie tried to speak, but her voice was a mere rasp. "You... you cheated."

Kamini let out a soft, melodic laugh that vibrated through her tit and into Josie's. "Cheated? I used the only weapon you failed to account for: the truth. You thought your beauty was a shield. You didn't realize that to someone like me, it's just a target."

With a slow, deliberate motion, Kamini slid off the desk. The loss of her weight felt like a sudden drop in temperature. She stood tall, her ruined silk blouse hanging open, her skin shimmering with a mixture of sweat and the remnants of the herbal oil. She looked like a statue of some forgotten goddess--powerful, opulent, and entirely in control.

She reached down and picked up a stray button from the floor, holding it up between two fingers.

"The lesson is over for today," Kamini said, her voice returning to the cool, professional tone of a tutor, though her eyes remained dark with a lingering hunger.

Josie looked up, her blonde hair a chaotic mess, her eyes wide and searching.

"Don't bother wearing a skirt," Kamini whispered. "It only slows you down."

Kamini turned, her wide hips swaying with a rhythmic, authoritative grace as she walked toward the door. She didn't look back. She didn't have to. She knew that the woman Kamini left trembling on the desk was no longer the haughty bully. She was a student, and she had finally found a teacher she couldn't intimidate.

The End.

#40

Sexfighting and Titfighting / Re: Small Town, Big Tits: Part...

Last post by Augur - Yesterday at 08:23:50 AM

Wow! That was one seriously athletic and acrobatic boob-wrestling sequence! Very fitting for the two first-class cheerleaders of course, with the scorching hot pickup truck adding yet another interesting element (or complication) to the already quite unique fight choreography. Though personally, I'll have to admit that, being a known sucker for intimate close-quarters grinding battles, it was that initial, deliciously prolonged test of density, firmness and pure tit-power that was the single most appealing part of the engagement for me...  Feel free to add more of that into future matches as well! 

And I see you weren't joking about still having many more factions to introduce into the veritable free-for-all of Rockwell-Norton 'metropolitan area'!    Rachel naturally had already made her first appearance in the original "pilot" chapter in a brief background note from Alice's history, and Sydney's debut came soon after that as Violet's first victim. Given how incredibly stacked and tough Rachel is, having given legendary Alice's (just a hint smaller) bronzed DD cannonballs one heck of a workout back in the day, it's now exceedingly clear that Sydney's own, more recent loss(es) to the current champ were definitely not due to any lack of ability or boob quality from the blonde head cheerleader. It appears that Sydney's compact DDs are very similar to Phoebe's when it comes to size, and perhaps a little firmer yet than even Alice's upper-end DDs. And the blonde cheerleader evidently possesses plenty of skill, agility and athleticism to boot! She's clearly one further legitimate rival for all existing top guns in town.

But at the same time, all this also goes to underline the insanely high quality, almost impossible firmness and sheer mind-blowingly prodigious boob-power of Violet's top-range D-cups... I mean, if the toned brunette was able to beat "the next Alice", an opponent as obviously epic-titted and dangerous as Sydney undeniably is, in her very first titfight while giving up massive amounts of experience and skill to the blonde, and then repeated that remarkable achievement several times in a row by flattening Sydney's superb, impressively large and imposingly dense orbs in numerous subsequent rematches... then the only logical conclusion I can draw is that Violet's naturally grown assets must be truly exceptional! No wonder she was able to out-boob even the legendary goddess, who'd for so many years remained entirely invincible. And considering the fact that Violet is now - at long last - finally getting some actual training and mentoring (from an expert titfighter, no less) on how to properly use her "goddess-slaying" super-tits... oh dear, I'm not sure if Sydney fully appreciates just how much of an uphill battle she's likely facing. As of right now, it looks like she might well end up being Violet's very own "Phoebe"... 

Kay and Alice had better make sure they're in top fighting form, too. With some newly acquired top-notch technique to go with her already incredibly potent rack, Violet will soon be a real nightmare of an opponent! 

As for Sydney, I'll be curious to see which girl she'll be taking on next. Diane, Alice, Fawn or one of the Norton sluts? Or maybe Rebel the muscular biker chick will get to show off her D-cups for the first time? And let's not forget all the majestic mature mammaries that are still jiggling around the county!    Carol, Pepper, Ruth, the redheaded teacher, Fawn's mother Bambi... so many superb vintage racks, yet so few much-deserved appearances!