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Catfight Connection / Re: Opponents in Las Vegas
« Last post by Fighter_D on March 14, 2026, 01:27:57 PM »I would love for this to be true. 
Maybe next time I'm in Vegas I'll ask
Maybe next time I'm in Vegas I'll ask
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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Catfight in your livingroom
« Last post by Links9911 on March 14, 2026, 01:10:48 PM »Who wins this catfight in your livingroom?
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: All out Catfight
« Last post by Kathi on March 14, 2026, 01:10:15 PM »Hope Lucia is ok. Hate to think something bad has happened. Hope it is just irl junk and nothing bad. Well wishes sent her way.Serene, I too hope Lucia is okay. I actually voted for her to beat Kathi. But not to worry, after the conclusion of this poll, I'll be happy to take care of doing the job on Kathi myself.
Serene's objection is, of course, valid, and it's just a poll fight—
even if I'e to admit I'm a little annoyed.
And Sinthia, you're more than welcome to try to do better than Lucia.
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: All out Catfight
« Last post by Sinthia B on March 14, 2026, 01:02:53 PM »Hope Lucia is ok. Hate to think something bad has happened. Hope it is just irl junk and nothing bad. Well wishes sent her way.Serene, I too hope Lucia is okay. I actually voted for her to beat Kathi. But not to worry, after the conclusion of this poll, I'll be happy to take care of doing the job on Kathi myself.
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Message Board Fights / Re: Sinthia wrestles Erin Lee in Erins apartment
« Last post by Sinthia B on March 14, 2026, 12:40:55 PM »I can see exactly what you’re trying to do the moment your arm snakes around my head.
For a split second my balance shifts forward, your grip dragging me down toward you, and I realize the play instantly — pull me off my base, mess with my posture, maybe even steal a breath or two while you do it. Clever. Desperate, but clever.
But desperation cuts both ways.
I tuck my chin and widen my stance just as your leg starts to drive upward between mine. My weight drops heavier across your torso, forcing the air from your lungs as I brace one hand against the mat to keep from tipping forward. Your knee catches part of my inner thigh, enough to sting, enough to make me grunt, but not clean enough to land the way you wanted.
“Dirty, huh?” I mutter through clenched teeth.
Your arm is still around my head, but now that you’ve committed to it, you’ve given me something back.
I slide my trapped arm free from your control and thread it under your shoulder, turning slightly so my chest presses across yours at an angle. My hips shift, my knee that was digging into your thigh slides higher, pinning your leg against the mat so you can’t drive it again.
Then I bring my forearm back across your upper chest and throat, leaning my weight down deliberately.
“You’re not the only one who’s been around the track,” I say, breathing a little heavier now but still steady.
Your attempt bought you a moment, maybe two.
But now I’m settled again — heavier, tighter, and with your movement shrinking by the second. My base spreads wide across the mat as I grind my weight down and start isolating that arm you wrapped around my head.
“Nice try,” I murmur.
“And now it’s my turn to make things uncomfortable.”
"And for your attempt to knee my groin. Here's a few face slaps to remind you that we're supposed to be wrestling and not catfighting."
"Try something like that again, and I will KO you on the floor of your own apartment."
https://videocdn.pollo.ai/web-cdn/pollo/production/cmlzctscb05ifek4ktq2elimj/ori/1773488839145-38b7e32b-5f38-4adc-9506-bd57ffb22142.mp4
For a split second my balance shifts forward, your grip dragging me down toward you, and I realize the play instantly — pull me off my base, mess with my posture, maybe even steal a breath or two while you do it. Clever. Desperate, but clever.
But desperation cuts both ways.
I tuck my chin and widen my stance just as your leg starts to drive upward between mine. My weight drops heavier across your torso, forcing the air from your lungs as I brace one hand against the mat to keep from tipping forward. Your knee catches part of my inner thigh, enough to sting, enough to make me grunt, but not clean enough to land the way you wanted.
“Dirty, huh?” I mutter through clenched teeth.
Your arm is still around my head, but now that you’ve committed to it, you’ve given me something back.
I slide my trapped arm free from your control and thread it under your shoulder, turning slightly so my chest presses across yours at an angle. My hips shift, my knee that was digging into your thigh slides higher, pinning your leg against the mat so you can’t drive it again.
Then I bring my forearm back across your upper chest and throat, leaning my weight down deliberately.
“You’re not the only one who’s been around the track,” I say, breathing a little heavier now but still steady.
Your attempt bought you a moment, maybe two.
But now I’m settled again — heavier, tighter, and with your movement shrinking by the second. My base spreads wide across the mat as I grind my weight down and start isolating that arm you wrapped around my head.
“Nice try,” I murmur.
“And now it’s my turn to make things uncomfortable.”
"And for your attempt to knee my groin. Here's a few face slaps to remind you that we're supposed to be wrestling and not catfighting."
"Try something like that again, and I will KO you on the floor of your own apartment."
https://videocdn.pollo.ai/web-cdn/pollo/production/cmlzctscb05ifek4ktq2elimj/ori/1773488839145-38b7e32b-5f38-4adc-9506-bd57ffb22142.mp4
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MMA, Martial Arts,Kickboxing and NHB / Spring Broken
« Last post by bcw8 on March 14, 2026, 12:28:10 PM »It was four days into spring break. Four days of heat and ocean salt and searing sun. Four nights of alcohol and sex and very little sleep. Four days in a hotel suite littered with makeup and moisturizer and open suitcases and damp bikinis and empty wine bottles.
Lissa had met Will on the beach on day two and in a bar that night and one thing led to another as they slipped away. She came back adjusting her skirt and wiping her lips and she thought maybe they were in love. Ah, to be twenty-one and a taut ten in a bikini!
Except the beaches swarmed with tens. Day three ended in tears and recriminations when Will was spotted in a different bar with his hand under the t-shirt of a brunette named Denise from Texas who just happened to maybe be an eleven.
“Do NOT tell me you invited him!” Lissa hissed to her suite mate as Will arrived at their night-four party, shirtless and feeling no pain, with Denise the Slut in tow. Getting only a shrug, Lissa resolved to snub Will, and she did, at least until he cornered her in the kitchenette, and really what could she do then except kiss him back, and brutally hard? She arched her breasts into his bare chest and thought take that, whore without a scintilla of irony.
“You’re so hot,” Will murmured. “Both of you.”
Lissa shoved him. “Excuse me?!”
“C’mon baby,” he smirked. “Lighten up. Think of it as a competition. You’re competitive, aren’t you?” He tugged her back to her by the hem of her t-shirt and smoothly slid his hand under it and up her ribs until his palm cupped her breast. “I think it’s so hot you didn’t wear a bra tonight. Neither did Denise. I think your tits are better than hers.”
“You’re right. They are,” Lissa whispered back. It made her wet that he was comparing them. “My ass is better too.”
He shook his head. “I’m not so sure about that.” His other hand slid down the back of her shorts. “Maybe. It’s close.” She pouted and he smirked and pinched her nipple until she gasped. “I really can’t decide,” he murmured in her ear. Her eyes opened over his shoulder and there was Denise, watching them.
“I’m better than her,” Lissa said softly to him but she made sure her face was angled for the other girl to hear too. Denise’s expression was dark but unreadable. Her nipples bulged in the thin cotton of her t-shirt, their dark color visible. She leaned her ass back against the kitchen counter and slid her fingers brazenly down the front of her shorts. Lissa had to suppress a moan.
“She’s wrong, Will,” Denise purred. Lissa felt Will tense but she held him tightly. “You know I’m better.”
Lissa turned them both so Denise could see her hands push down his shorts and curl around his erection. The brunette’s chin lifted slightly and her back arched.
“I wonder,” Will said, his voice as thick as his cock. “Who would win arm wrestling…in front of everyone…topless.”
It was unexpected and kinky and manipulative and it made both girls bite their lower lips because it fucking excited them both. Everyone watching them.
“Tits out…cock out,” Lissa said. She felt the heat in her pussy and it was nearly unbearable. She pushed Will’s shorts down to his knees and he stepped out of them with a wolf’s grin as she peeled her t-shirt up and off. Her breasts bounced once but settled firm and full, small untanned triangles with rigid pink nipples small in circumference but stabbing up a full inch now. Denise mirrored her, stripping off her shirt, her dark nipples slashing the air.
He led them out like a bacchanalian satyr, completely naked, cock waving. Every head swiveled, first to him, then to the two girls following in only bikini bottoms. The room fell silent then erupted. In the chaos of the cluttered room he saw the ironing board leaning against the wall and with two steps he snapped it open in the center of the room as people scattered. Dreamlike, the two girls stepped to either side of it. He reached for their right hands and brought them together, bringing them into position. The board was the perfect height and width. Their fingers twisted and interlaced and locked. Their breasts rested on the board. Will held their grip in both hands.
“Quiet!” he shouted. “They are gonna see who’s better!”
He flung his hands up and Lissa and Denise surged into it, their arms and shoulders and backs and legs locking into rigid straining muscle, their taut stomachs drawn in and their displayed breasts shuddering, nipples nearly touching, and Will’s cock twitched in a hungry spasm at the sound they made….
To be continued….
Lissa had met Will on the beach on day two and in a bar that night and one thing led to another as they slipped away. She came back adjusting her skirt and wiping her lips and she thought maybe they were in love. Ah, to be twenty-one and a taut ten in a bikini!
Except the beaches swarmed with tens. Day three ended in tears and recriminations when Will was spotted in a different bar with his hand under the t-shirt of a brunette named Denise from Texas who just happened to maybe be an eleven.
“Do NOT tell me you invited him!” Lissa hissed to her suite mate as Will arrived at their night-four party, shirtless and feeling no pain, with Denise the Slut in tow. Getting only a shrug, Lissa resolved to snub Will, and she did, at least until he cornered her in the kitchenette, and really what could she do then except kiss him back, and brutally hard? She arched her breasts into his bare chest and thought take that, whore without a scintilla of irony.
“You’re so hot,” Will murmured. “Both of you.”
Lissa shoved him. “Excuse me?!”
“C’mon baby,” he smirked. “Lighten up. Think of it as a competition. You’re competitive, aren’t you?” He tugged her back to her by the hem of her t-shirt and smoothly slid his hand under it and up her ribs until his palm cupped her breast. “I think it’s so hot you didn’t wear a bra tonight. Neither did Denise. I think your tits are better than hers.”
“You’re right. They are,” Lissa whispered back. It made her wet that he was comparing them. “My ass is better too.”
He shook his head. “I’m not so sure about that.” His other hand slid down the back of her shorts. “Maybe. It’s close.” She pouted and he smirked and pinched her nipple until she gasped. “I really can’t decide,” he murmured in her ear. Her eyes opened over his shoulder and there was Denise, watching them.
“I’m better than her,” Lissa said softly to him but she made sure her face was angled for the other girl to hear too. Denise’s expression was dark but unreadable. Her nipples bulged in the thin cotton of her t-shirt, their dark color visible. She leaned her ass back against the kitchen counter and slid her fingers brazenly down the front of her shorts. Lissa had to suppress a moan.
“She’s wrong, Will,” Denise purred. Lissa felt Will tense but she held him tightly. “You know I’m better.”
Lissa turned them both so Denise could see her hands push down his shorts and curl around his erection. The brunette’s chin lifted slightly and her back arched.
“I wonder,” Will said, his voice as thick as his cock. “Who would win arm wrestling…in front of everyone…topless.”
It was unexpected and kinky and manipulative and it made both girls bite their lower lips because it fucking excited them both. Everyone watching them.
“Tits out…cock out,” Lissa said. She felt the heat in her pussy and it was nearly unbearable. She pushed Will’s shorts down to his knees and he stepped out of them with a wolf’s grin as she peeled her t-shirt up and off. Her breasts bounced once but settled firm and full, small untanned triangles with rigid pink nipples small in circumference but stabbing up a full inch now. Denise mirrored her, stripping off her shirt, her dark nipples slashing the air.
He led them out like a bacchanalian satyr, completely naked, cock waving. Every head swiveled, first to him, then to the two girls following in only bikini bottoms. The room fell silent then erupted. In the chaos of the cluttered room he saw the ironing board leaning against the wall and with two steps he snapped it open in the center of the room as people scattered. Dreamlike, the two girls stepped to either side of it. He reached for their right hands and brought them together, bringing them into position. The board was the perfect height and width. Their fingers twisted and interlaced and locked. Their breasts rested on the board. Will held their grip in both hands.
“Quiet!” he shouted. “They are gonna see who’s better!”
He flung his hands up and Lissa and Denise surged into it, their arms and shoulders and backs and legs locking into rigid straining muscle, their taut stomachs drawn in and their displayed breasts shuddering, nipples nearly touching, and Will’s cock twitched in a hungry spasm at the sound they made….
To be continued….
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MMA, Martial Arts,Kickboxing and NHB / Re: Queen of the Truck Stop
« Last post by catftluver on March 14, 2026, 11:32:01 AM »awesome as usual!! Love your stories
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Biker Bitch Bash: Sonja Vs Jasmine
« Last post by Dirty bad bitch on March 14, 2026, 11:24:31 AM »Sonja is so confident she is letting her defences down, to the roar of the crowd which gives her more false confidence. I orgasmed hard but Sonja wants this bad so bad she rolls on her back, the chain falls from my wrists, her pants and g string above her ankles restricting her movement. Now I move in for the kill and eat her like a total slut she no lies on her back and screams at me deeper eat me.
At this point i grab the chains and have t around her neck choking her, panicked she turns and is face down on the ground trying to escape but i soon restrict her air flow and it is clear she gets off being choked, spreading her legs as much as pants and g string around her ankles allows I stab fingers into her cxnt and go to town. Now it is their tough girl Sonya being finger fucked and her bikers cheer me, she is a wet mess and fights the orgasm only making it worse for her, my wrist is soaked the choke and my body weight holds her.
She is moments from orgasm, her body convulses and it is clear she is orgasming, the snail trail on the floor keeps no secrets. then again the snail trail on her back from my vag hides little.
Many bikers mock her about a smaller pretty blonde doing this to her but it seems to arouse her more.
I shudder & quiver helplessly as you keep me trapped underneath you, finger-fucking my hairy, exposed pussy to loud cheers of the watching crowd
... even my boyfriend joining in, betraying me & encouraging you to teach me a lesson, yelling "Yeah, fuck her cocky cxnt!" ... my cheeks flushing red with utter humiliation & shame ... 
How could I be losing to this little long-haired, big-breasted slut?
I sorely misjudged the bitch & now being made to pay ... 
Despite everything I'd tried against her; she kept bouncing back ... even giving me more than I was dishing out! 
Usually by this time, my usual spoilt, pampered targets would have given up, whimpering for me to stop ... You continue relentlessly fucking my squelchy hole ... as I moan & squeal my protest ... "no, no, no ... ", but soon I feel my pussy convulsing in your relentless attack ... and to my shocking embarrassment ... "Oh NOOOOO!!!", I wail as my defeated pussy suddenly starts squirting like that of a whore ...
... cellphone cameras recording it all ... Desperate to turn the fight back into my favor, I frantically search on the ground for a weapon to use ... then the tips of my fingers just touch the neck of a discarded beer bottle ... "Fuck! If I can only reach it, maybe I can bash this blonde bimbo over the head?"
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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: All out Catfight
« Last post by Serene Savagery on March 14, 2026, 10:52:12 AM »Hope Lucia is ok. Hate to think something bad has happened. Hope it is just irl junk and nothing bad. Well wishes sent her way.
