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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Re: Discipline Part 2

« Last post by kamafight666 on March 23, 2026, 05:38:24 PM »

Chapter 2

She had tossed and turned in bed, hungry with lust and the cinematic visuals of the two fighting women running around in her head. A beam of light from the lighthouse on the beach penetrated through a small gap in the closed curtains and illuminated Prioress Theodora’s room as if some higher power had discovered a sexually thirsty woman and chosen to inform her that the universe had taken note of her sexual rancor. Even after sunrise, Prioress Theodora lay in bed looking up at the ceiling, lamenting the lack of sexual fulfillment in the 47 years of her life, most of which had been spent in various Patriarch monasteries.

After her early morning walk across the monastery, Prioress Theodora led the morning prayers after which she entered her office in the main building for her daily routine.

The Prioress was irritable that morning and snapped at both the treasurer and infirmarian who came to her to discuss the progress of duties that had been assigned to them. After this, it was the housekeeper’s turn to receive a mouthful from the Prioress.

Her morning duties done and dusted, the Prioress slipped out the nun ledger which had photographs of all the nuns who were studying or working at the monastery.

She could not get the sweat drenched faces of the two sexfighting women out of her head. She found the two lusty women soon enough.

They were named Dorothea and Dorota. They were employed at the scriptorium. Both women were twenty-five years of age. The Prioress now had a hunch who Molly, the women they were fighting over was. Molly Manders was the head librarian at the scriptorium. The two novice nuns were fighting for the sexual affections of the head librarian.

The three sluts were getting it on with each other, thought Prioress Theodora. Here she was, with women of all ages at her command, but she was unable to seduce even one of them.
She decided that she would have to pay Molly a visit and investigate the matter. Dorothea and Dorota would have to be summoned and punished. She felt her nipples turn erect as she recalled the sexfight yet again.

Once upon a time, when she had joined the monastery as a young woman, she and another nun who went by the name of Tanja had wrestled each other in the room they shared with each other. Prioress Theodora’s nipples turned erect as she recalled that sexual encounter.

The wrestling was feverish and the two of them had ended up in bed with Tanja on top of her. She recalled the two of them entwining fingers and their breasts covered by their tunics rubbing against one another.

But Tanja had been transferred to another monastery, and the two young sexually voracious women had not been able to take their sex-laced wrestling to its logical conclusion.

“Where is Tanja now? Maybe I can find her now that I am a Prioress. Does she still recall that sexual encounter with me? Does she long to meet me like I long for her now?”, wondered the Prioress.

The itching in her pussy was unbearable. Her erect nipples seemed to be poking against her cotton brassiere as if in protest at her sexless life.

“I need to do something immediately. I am already 47 years old and never slammed my pussy against another woman’s. I have postponed it for too long”, thought Prioress Theodora and her heart was racing now.

“I am going to confront one of Dorothea and Dorota. I cannot censure them together. I will confront Molly much later. Molly Manders ….. the librarian is a tough cookie”, thought Prioress Theodora as she conjured up a plan.

Ten minutes later Prioress Theodora picked up the telephone on her table and dialed the number to the scriptorium.

It was picked up at the other end after a couple of rings.

“You have reached the scriptorium. How may I help you?”, came a sensual voice. It was not Molly. Prioress Theodora remembered Molly as having a tough and stern voice.

“Is this Dorothea or Dorota?”, asked Prioress Theodora, keeping her voice serious.

“Dorothea”, came the reply. The deep sensual voice had turned defensive.

“Dorothea. This is Prioress Theodora. I was wondering if you could step into my office for a discussion”, said Prioress Theodora. She was talking in a calm voice, but her heart was racing.

“Oh! Prioress! Should I come right now?”, asked Dorothea.

“Yes please”, said Prioress Theodora. 

“I will be there in five minutes, Prioress”, said Dorothea.

“I will wait for you, Dorothea”, said the Prioress and she ended the phone call.

The prioress sprang up from her seat and checked herself once in the mirror by her desk – “Not bad at all for a 47-year-old nun”, thought Prioress Theodora.

She paced across the room. Her whole body was tingling with anticipation.

A knock sounded on the door after a few minutes. Prioress Theodora braced herself.

“Come in”, she called across the room as she stood in front of the table, her hands folded across her chest.

Chapter 3
When the tall Dorothea stepped into the room, she was the very picture of meek obedience. She had her hands hooked together demurely in front of her and her face was pointed down.

“This slut was humping pussies with that Dorota whore yesterday and look at her now, acting like the most cloistered nun in the history of mankind”, thought Prioress Theodora and she stifled a smile.

“Welcome Dorothea. I have been looking forward to this meeting”, said Prioress Theodora as she waited for the tall lass to come near where she stood.

“It is a great privilege to be invited to your office, Prioress Theodora”, said Dorothea, not meeting the Prioress eyes, as she walked towards where the older nun stood.

“I have been impressed by your work at the scriptorium. I have been following your work for a while now. I might promote you to a better position soon”, said Prioress Theodora and she took Dorothea’s hand in hers. Dorothea had a beautiful noble face with evenly proportioned features and islands of pink on them. There was a twinkle in her eyes despite her forced meekness.

The blood rushed into Prioress Theodora’s nipples when her hands were clasped with the younger woman’s.

“This is what I always wanted. The rub of my skin against another woman’s”, Prioress Theodora even as her pussy began to turn wet.

When the Prioress entwined her fingers with Dorothea’s, the taller woman looked into the older woman’s eyes, eager to find out what she wanted.

“Tell me Dorothea, apart from your tasks at the scriptorium, what other hobbies do you indulge in at the monastery?”, asked Prioress Theodora, looking intensely into Dorothea’s eyes, making the younger woman look away.

“Uh! I don’t know Prioress. The assistant job at the scriptorium takes up all my time. I have no other hobbies”, said Dorothea, once again looking into Prioress Theodora’s eyes.

Prioress Theodora squeezed down on the younger woman’s fingers. 

Dorothea shivered at Prioress Theodora’s touch and her cheeks turned red. Now she was meeting Prioress Theodora’s eyes, looking questioningly at the older woman.  Her own grip over Prioress Theodora’s fingers were weak.

“I heard you are into outdoor wrestling”, said Prioress Theodora, almost in a whisper.

“Uhhh ….. now where did you hear that, Prioress?”, asked Dorothea, a hint of a smile appearing on her face and this time she did not look away, and the two women’s eyes locked together.

Prioress Theodora did not reply immediately. She fixed Dorothea with a glare and pressed down on her fingers. Then she dug her nails into the flesh of the younger woman’s hands, making her shiver again.

“In fact, I did not hear it. I saw you and Dorota wrestling each other yesterday evening behind the arches while I was on my evening walk”, said Prioress Theodora. She had reduced her voice to a whisper.

Dorothea gulped and looked scared.

“I ….. uh …… err ….. Prioress ….. it was just harmless fun”, said Dorothea, stuttering and blushing.

“Yes! I could see that you both were having fun. You two young lasses looked so excited ….. your bodies slipping and sliding over each other”, said Prioress Theodora, letting a smile appear on her lips.

“Ohhh ….. I am sorry Prioress. I know it goes against the monastery’s cloister protocols that limit human touch, Prioress. I swear we will not repeat it again”, said Dorothea, her face anxious, almost begging.

“Oh no! I have no intention to punish you. I was quite excited myself watching the two of you pitting your pussy mounds against each other”, whispered the Prioress Theodora and she smiled amorously at Dorothea.

Dorothea’s meek and scared countenance shifted to a knowing smile. And she pressed back with her fingers, digging her nails into the Prioress’ hand. It was Prioress Theodora’s turn to shiver.

Now their fingers were tightly entwined.

“I must not convey to her that I am a virgin. I must not melt in front of her. I am a beautiful woman myself and this young woman will also be attracted to me”, thought Prioress Theodora even though she was possessed by a lustful hunger that made her want to tear the younger woman’s tunic and hump her.

“Did you like what you saw, Prioress?”, asked Dorothea tantalizingly.

“Yes! What is it you two were arguing over? Were you wrestling over who gets to mate with Molly?”, asked Prioress Theodora, feeling bolder every moment.

There was uncertainty on Dorothea’s face as if she was scared to reveal any more of what had happened between her and Dorota.

“You can tell me. In this situation, the truth will get you far ….. very far, dear Dorothea. But if you hide anything from me, I will be forced to punish you”, said Prioress Theodora after which unlinked her fingers from Dorothea’s, snaked an arm around the younger woman’s and pulled her towards herself.

When their boobs, covered by their tunics, met, both women let out stifled gasps.

“It is just a game the three of us ….. Molly, Dorota and I play over at the scriptorium. Both Dorota and I crave for Molly’s love. We are both in love with the older nun ….. we like wrestling for Molly’s attention and her body”, said Dorothea, the truth coming out like a flood.

“Is that so? That is so sensual and exciting”, said Prioress Theodora and she tightened her grip around Molly’s waist, a favor that was immediately returned and the two women hugged each other tightly.

“You find it exciting, Prioress?”, asked Dorothea and Prioress Theodora could tell the younger woman was now aroused, the way she was hugging her tightly.

“Oh yes I do! The way you and Dorota’s legs were entwined. The way they were slipping and sliding over each other. The way your breasts were jostling against one another”, whispered Prioress Theodora ardently, feeling herself melting in front of Dorothea.

“Prioress ….. you are a voyeur. You were peeping on us”, said Dorothea naughtily.

“How could I look away? It was almost like your pelvises were separate human beings, the way they were humping animalistically”, said Prioress Theodora and she began to feverishly caress Dorothea’s back.

“We were a couple of wild  animals weren’t we prioress?”, asked Dorothea and she pecked quickly at Prioress Theodora’s lips.

“Oh yes! A couple of mangy bitches! That’s what you two were”, said Prioress Theodora and she pecked back at Dorothea’s lips.

“And what about you, Prioress? What does that make you ….. you were watching the two mangy bitches humping”, mocked Dorothea and she bit into Prioress Theodora’s neck.

“Ohhhhhh! I guess that makes me just a horny mangy bitch as well”, said the Prioress, now ready to surrender completely to Dorothea despite her best intentions.

“We are both just a couple of mangy bitches, Prioress. Let us go ahead and behave like the mangy bitches that we are”, urged Dorothea and she bit into Prioress Theodora’s neck once again.

“Mmmmm! Bite me again! Bite me again!”, begged Prioress Theodora and she lifted Dorothea’s tunic and placed her hand over the younger woman’s plump buttocks.

“Ahhhhhh! Grope my buttocks won’t you Prioress?”, demanded Dorothea and she rewarded the Prioress with another bite on the base of her neck.

“Oooooo! Your buttocks are so damn fleshy”, whispered Prioress Theodora and she also bit into Dorothea’s neck.

Dorothea rewarded the bite on her neck by lifting Prioress Theodora’s tunic and groping her buttocks.

“Oh yes! Dorothea, fondle my buttocks all you want. Yes! Yes! That feels soooo good”, Prioress Theodora continued to beg for Dorothea’s affections.

The two women looked into each other’s eyes and their lips were inches apart. Just as Prioress Theodora was about to plunge her lips into Dorothea’s, there was loud and urgent rapping on the door.

Prioress Theodora and Dorothea let go of each other immediately. The loud rapping continued.

“Who is it?”, asked Prioress Theodora.

“Prioress! You are wanted at the infirmary. One of the nuns fainted”, came the urgent female voice.

“Oh no!”, said Prioress Theodora and she looked into Dorothea’s eyes.

“You better go, Prioress. You can phone me at the scriptorium whenever you want me!”, said Dorothea an amorous smile on her face.

“You can expect my call, Dorothea”, said the Prioress Theodora.

The two women pecked at each other’s lips once again, let their boobs press against one another for a few fleeting moments, before they disentangled and Dorothea left.

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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Discipline Part 2

« Last post by kamafight666 on March 23, 2026, 05:32:30 PM »

Chapter 1

Prioress Theodora walked through the thicket, her feet making soft noises in the otherwise languid evening atmosphere of the monastery grounds that belonged to the Patriarch clan.

There were clouds gathering overhead and the faint sound of the surf could be heard in the distance. The monastery was close to the beach. 

The leaves, lawns and tree barks were wet from the intermittent rains that had occurred throughout the day.

Prioress Theodora was not tall, but even her red tunic could not hide the fact that she was a strong and well-endowed woman with just a hint of pleasant plumpness. A tuft of golden blonde hair had fallen out of the tunic’s coif. It was normal for Prioress Theodora to take a walk across the monastery grounds in the evening. She liked to run a tight ship, and a systematic Prioress had to know what was going on in every nook and corner of the monastery.

While her eyes and ears were open, a letter she had received that morning kept her mind occupied. The letter was from the archdiocese and it informed Prioress Theodora that a new Prioress would join the monastery to assist her in her duties. The  truth was that the number of nuns who had joined the monastery had doubled in the two years since Prioress Theodora had taken charge. The monastery now had more than fifty nuns, and it needed a second Prioress to run the monastery’s departments. Prioress Theodora knew she needed somebody to assist her, but she was also anxious about the arrival of a new Prioress. Would she get along with the new arrival?

The name of the new Prioress was Wilhelmina, and she had led the monastery in the neighboring small town of Savannah. Now she would move to the monastery in Amazonia, to help Prioress Theodora.

“A hot sweet corn chicken soup in the night and a pleasant sleep in my huge bed in my spacious Priory House with its warm privacy is what I need”, Prioress Theodora told herself. It had been a long day, and the Prioress could not wait to get to the comfort of her Priory House. But the evening stroll across the monastery grounds was part of her daily routine.
Prioress Theodora left the thicket behind her and walked onto the stone pavement with the large oak trees with their thick trunks and the lawns on either side of her. It was still a good walk away from the monastery’s main building and as she passed the stone arches, Prioress Theodora thought she heard stifled cries.

The Prioress stopped in her steps and listened carefully, pricking her ears. Sure enough she heard more cries from behind the stone arches. The Prioress rushed towards the arches behind which were the flush green lawns.

When she placed her hands on the top of the arch and looked onto the lawn, she could not believe what she saw. There were two nude women, their arms around each other, legs tightly entwined and they seemed to be humping each other. Their nude bodies were covered with dirt.

“Molly is mine. I don’t want you talking to her”, said the woman on the left as she humped her groin against the other girl’s groin.

Prioress Theodora’s eyes locked over their entwined pelvises and thighs which slid over each other. Both women were redheads and their mane’s shone in the evening sun.

“Fuck you! Molly likes me more than you. You can’t stop me from talking to her”, said the woman on the right before she humped back.

Their nails were digging into each other’s buttocks as they fought feistily. Red velts covered both their nude bodies.

Their tunics and undergarments lay strewn around the lawn.

Prioress Theodora looked on longingly, feeling her own nipples turn erect. Her heart thumbing at the orgiastic sight in front of her. She wanted to stop the two nude wrestling nuns, but she also wanted to keep ogling at them.

“I saw you groping Molly you bitch. Keep your dirty hands off her”, cried the one on the left and she proceeded to hump back.

“I will grope Molly whenever I want. She likes groping me too. Nothing you can do about it”, the one on the right responded before plunging her pussy back into her rivals.

Prioress Theodora caught a glimpse of their wet, gleaming and leaking pussies as they smashed against one another.

“Ahhhhh! Make me come you whore!”

“Ohhhhh! Hump me like you hump Molly.”

The lusty sexual encounter seemed to be reaching a climax. The two women continued to grunt and moan like animals as they lay on the grass, looking deep into each other’s eyes, completely oblivious to Prioress Theodora’s presence.

Prioress Theodora did not know which part of their locked bodies she wanted to focus on.

Their beautiful slim legs, hopelessly locked together, feet with dirty foot palms, sliding over one another.

The feverish humping between their pelvises which seemed to be glued to each other.

Naked boobs plastered against one another.

Their red excited faces inches away from each other.

The animalistic moaning emanating out of the two sexual rivals as they fought over the woman they both loved.

Then both women cried out loudly and hugged each other even more tightly. Once again, Prioress Theodora was treated to the sight of their gleaming pussies which were now spurting cum onto each other. The two women were orgasming at the same time.

Their sexfight over a woman named Molly had ended in a stalemate. At least that seemed to be the case from where Sister Theodora watched them.

“I made you cum first.”

“No liar! You came first.”

Some acrimonious slapping and scratching followed between the two feisty rivals before they disentangled from each other. As if they had no use for the other woman now that they had humped each other to an orgasm.

Prioress Theodora could still not take her eyes off the two nude women who now stood up and glared at each other. Her breasts heaved and she could feel her erect nipples throbbing against her brassiere.

The itching in her pussy after witnessing the sexfight was undeniable.

As they picked up their clothes, Prioress Theodora noticed that their naked bodies were covered with sweat. Their breasts gleamed as the late evening deep orange sun illuminated their sweaty nude bodies.

They got into their undergarments and then their tunics, rather urgently and glared at each for a few seconds.

Then feisty smiles broke out on the faces of the two women and the woman on the left took the other woman’s hands and they walked away with their fingers tightly entwined.

Prioress Theodora wanted to stop them and give them both a good scolding. Maybe even suspend them both from the monastery.

But she could not bring herself to do it. Had they not treated her to the sight of them wrestling and humping? It was the most exciting recent event in Prioress Theodora’s otherwise sexless life at the monastery.

As the two women walked away from her, Prioress Theodora began to walk towards the monastery, her shoulders tense, her body tingling with unfulfilled lust.

Her head was filled with lusty thoughts as she reached the monastery. She opened the heavy dark brown oakwood door, stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

Inside it was cold and she walked across the aisle which was lit on both sides by candles. Most of the nuns would be at their evening prayers, so Prioress Theodora walked quickly to her Priory House which was at the monastery’s Southern end.

After she shut the door of her Priory House behind her, she walked through a narrow corridor and entered her room which had a large bed, a cupboard and a telephone placed on a table beside the bed.

Her tunic, bra and wet panties came off quickly. She climbed into the bed and slipped her fleshy body under the sheets.

When she inserted her finger into her pussy, she could feel the wetness. As she rubbed her fingers over her clit, she thought of the two sexual rivals who had fought with their clits.
“I wish I had someone to rub clits and bump boobs with”, thought Prioress Theodora longingly.

When she had become Prioress of the monastery a couple of years ago, she had told herself that she would find someone. Find another nun at the monastery as her lover. Someone to rub her naked flesh against. But it had not happened.

Prioress Theodora’s strict and formal demeanor repelled the other nuns. The younger nuns feared her, leaving the Prioress sexless and lonely.

As she slipped her middle finger deeper into her pussy, Prioress Theodora felt the lust well up inside her. At the age of 47, the Prioress was still a virgin.

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Sexfighting and Titfighting / Re: The Maid (Mother-daughter incest story) - Chapters 1 to 2

« Last post by kamafight666 on March 23, 2026, 05:27:57 PM »

Great story.
But i cant buy it. I cant buy anything of your stories.

Can you sent me a link?

Here is the link:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1981022

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Members Catfight Polls! / Re: Sinthia vs Kathi - In front of everyone

« Last post by Sinthia B on March 23, 2026, 05:21:34 PM »

Where’s the bitch, Kathi? It looks like she got tired of getting her ass kicked and ran away.

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Fictional Catfight Polls! / Re: Emma vs two black woman (BIG tits)

« Last post by horseman on March 23, 2026, 05:20:33 PM »

If the format is 1 on 1, then I pick Emma to win both matches.  Would be great to watch. 

If the format is 2 on 1, then I have to pick the 2 to overpower the 1.

Both black at same time vs her.
What happened?

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Non English Stories / Klassenfahrt (Titfight)

« Last post by Sandman on March 23, 2026, 05:15:36 PM »

Zwei Lehrerinnen, die blonde Anne und die schwarzhaarige Ulrike haben eine Affäre mit ihrem Kollegen, dem Lehrer Fritz. Ausgerechnet jetzt müssen Anne und Ulrike auf eine Klassenfahrt und sich ein Zimmer teilen. Beide sind große Frauen mit dicken Titten. Als sie sich umziehen sehen sie die großen Titten der Anderen und geraten in Streit, wer die geileren Titten hat. Der Streit eskaliert und die Frauen rammen ihre riesigen Titten gegeneinander, bis eine weinend und geschlagen mit schmerzenden Titten zu Boden geht. Schreibe die Geschichte in deutscher Sprache.
Anne konnte ihr Pech kaum glauben. Gerade hatte die blonde Lehrerin erfahren, dass ihre schwarzhaarige Kollegin Ulrike eine Affäre mit dem selben Mann hatte, wie sie und jetzt mussten sie auch noch mit der Rivalin auf eine Klassenfahrt und sich dort ein Zimmer teilen. Die ganze hinfahrt sprachen die Frauen kein einziges Wort miteinander. Jetzt war es Abend und beide zogen sich für die Nacht um. Anne sah hasserfüllt auf Ulrike, als diese sich plötzlich mit nacktem Oberkörper zu ihr Umdrehte.
"Neidisch auf meine geilen Titten?" Ulrike lächelte Anne fies an.
"Du bist nichts anderes, als eine miese Schlampe!" schnaubte Anne verächtlich.
"Vielleicht bin ich eine Schlampe, aber eine Schlampe mit geilen Titten!" provokativ stellte Ulrike ihre dicken Titten zur Schau.
"Meine Tittensind viel geiler, als deine erbärmlichen Hänger!", gab Anne gelassen zurück und zog ihren BH aus.
Ulrikes Lächeln verfinsterte sich. "Wenn du meinst, deine hässlichen, abgespannten Dinger wären besser, bist du noch dümmer, als du aussiehst!"
"Du kannst ja Fritz fragen, wie geil er auf meine Brüste ist!" gab sich Anne cool, obwohl es in ihr brodelte.
"Glaub mir, wenn ich in mit meinen geilen Eutern bis zur Besinnungslosigkeit reite, hat er dich abgehalftertes Stück schnell vergessen!" Ulrikes dunkle Augapfel blitzten herausfordernd.
"Das wage ich zu bezweifeln, du billige Nutte!" Anne hob trotzig die Brüste an, die vor Wut zitterten. "Mit meinen geilen Titten bekomme ich jeden Mann, meine Titten sind einfach die besten!"
Der Blickkampf der beiden war so heftig, dass man fast die Spannung im Zimmer greifen konnte. "Wenn du denkst, das deine Euter besser sind als meine, dann beweise es!" forderte Ulrike Anne heraus. "Meine Titten gegen deine! Dann sehen wir, wer die besseren Hupen hat!" Ulrike streckte ihre Titten vor und kam bedrohlich auf Anne zu.
Anne, die blutunterlaufenen Wangen und die schmalen Lippen, die vor Wut bebten, stand unbeeindruckt da. "Gut, du willst es so!" Sie stellte sich breitbeinig Ulrike gegenüber. Ihre Brüste prallten leicht aneinander, und der Kampf der Titten stand bevor. Für beide ging es um die Affäre mit Fritz und den eigenen Stolz.
Mit voller Kraft drängten sie die Masse aus Fleisch und Gewebe der Brüste ineinander. Sie stöhnte und stießen, jede versuchend, die andere zu überwinden. Der Klang des wilden Prallens hallte im Zimmer wider. Jede der Frauen spürte den Druck, den die Titten des Anderen ausübten. Der Zorn und die Eifersucht, die sie gegeneinander fühlten entluden sich in dem brutalen Wettkampf der Brüste.
Ulrike packte Annes Haare, um sie an der Stelle zu halten, wo sie stand, und schob mit all der Kraft, die in sie floss, die Brüste nach vorne. "Ich mach dich fertig, du Schlampe!" rief sie, als Anne ins Taumeln geriet. Doch Anne schaffte es, den Halt zu bewahren und packte nun auch Ulrikes Mähne. Sie schob mit aller Kraft Ulrikes Titten beiseite. Doch diese holte mit ihren Titten aus und schlug sie hart gegen Annes Titten. Die Brüste der Frauen schwollen vor Anstrengung und der Schmerz in den Nippeln war fast unerträglich.
Der Kampf tobte, immer wieder holten die Rivalinnen mit ihren dicken Titten aus und schlugen sie hart gegeneinander. Keine war bereit, nachzugeben. Ihre Atmung war heftig, und sie keuchten, als sie versuchten, die Überhand zu gewinnen.
Immer wieder knallten die dicken Titten aneinander und die Frauen keuchten immer stärker. Dann ein harter Schlag von Ulrikes Titten gegen Annes Titten und der Blonden entwich ein schriller Schmerzensschrei, der von der Kontrahentin mit einem fiesen Grinsen beantwortet wurde.
"Da hat jemand wohl die stärker seiner Hänger überschätzt!" Ulrikes Stimme klang triumphierend und sie schlug härter und härter mit ihren Titten zu. Anne war in Bedrängnis, aber nicht bereit auf zu geben. Sie änderte ihre Taktik und schlang ihre Arme um Ulrikes Körper und presste ihre Titten fest an die Titten von Ulrike.
Auch Ulrike schlang ihre Arme um Annes Körper und beide rangen nun erbittert um die Oberhand Die großen Brüste hatten kaum Spielraum, als sie ihre Brüste aneinander quetschten und jede von Ihnen versuchte, die Brüste der Anderen nach hinten zu drücken. Der Druck war enorm und beide Frauen stöhnten und keuchten mit Tränen in den Augen.
Anne spürte, wie der Schmerz in Ihre Brustwarzen stach und es schien, als ob Ulrikes Titten sie erdrückten. Aber sie dachte an Fritz und an die Demütigungen, die sie ertragen müssen, und gab nicht nach. Sie drückte mit all der Kraft, die sie in Ihrem weiblichen Stolz hervorbringen konnte.
Dann, plötzlich, fing Anne an, Ulrikes Brüste mit Ihren Hüften vor und zurück zu schaukeln, um den Druck abwechslungsreicher anzubringen. Ulrikes Lächeln erstarb und sie verstärkte Ihre Anstrengungen, aber Annes List war effektiver. Ulrikes Knie zitterten und plötzlich war sie in der Defensive.
"Lass mich los, du... du...!" stöhnte Ulrike, aber Anne war taub vor Wut und hörte sie kaum. Mit letzter Kraft presste Ulrike die Brüste Annes so fest sie nur konnte, aber Anne schob Ulrike immer weiter nach hinten, bis Ulrike mit dem Rücken an die Wand stieß.
Das Lachen Annes war schrill und voller Triumph. "Wer hat jetzt die geileren Titten, du mieses Stück!" Sie drückte härter und härter. Ulrike keuchte und hatte Tränen in den Augen, aber sie war nicht bereit auf zu geben. Sie sammelte die letzten Kräfte und schaffte es sich zu drehen und Anne mit sich zu ziehen. Plötzlich stand Anne mit dem Rücken an der Wand und Ulrike drückte ihre Titten unerbittlich gegen ihre.
Der Druck war so stark, dass Annes Knie nachzugeben schien. Sie stöhnte laut und spürte, wie der Schmerz in Ihre Brustwarzen drang. Aber sie weigerte sich, die Schmerzgrimasse, die Ulrike von Ihr abzulesen war, zu zeigen. "Du...du... bist..." Doch sie brach ab, als Ulrike plötzlich ihren Körper nach hinten schob und dann mit voller Wucht in Annes Körper rammte.
Beide stürzten aufs Bett, aber der Kampf hörte trotzdem nicht auf. Sie rollten herum, die Brüste stets fest aneinandergepresst. Der Bettlaken flog in die Luft, und Ihre Beine und Arme umklammerten die Andere. Es war, als ob sie ineinander verkeilt wären, jede von Ihnen versuchend, die Dominanz zu erlangen.
Der Raum war von Ihrem Keuchen und Stöhnen erfüllt, und der Geruch von weiblichem Schwitz und Erregung lag in der Luft. Anne wusste, sie war in Schwierigkeiten, aber sie gab immer noch nicht nach. Dann plötzlich packte sie Ulrikes Titten mit ihren Händen und grub ihre Fingernägel tief in das weiche Fleisch.
"Auu!" schrie Ulrike und biss die Zähne zusammen. Doch auch sie packte Annes Titten mit ihren Händen und bohrte ihre Fingernägel brutal in Annes Brüste. Beide Frauen brüllten vor Schmerz, als sie sich ihre Brüste zerkratzen, doch keine war bereit auf zu geben. Sie wälzten sich auf dem Bett. Mal war Anne oben, mal Ulrike. Wie zwei Wahnsinnige schrien sie ihren Schmerz heraus, nicht bereit die Titten der Feindin los zu lassen.
Die Kratzer an Ulrikes Titten bluteten leicht, aber sie schien es gar nicht zu spüren. In Ihrem Kampfrausch war sie nur von dem Gedanken besessen, Anne endgültig zu besiegen. Doch Anne war genauso wild. Ihre Fingernägel zerkratzen Ulrikes Brustwarzen, aber die Schwarzhaarige reagierte nur mit lautem Stöhnen.
Anne spürte, wie Ulrikes Fingernägel immer tiefer in ihre Brustwarzen gruben, ein stechender Schmerz, der ihr fast die Luft raubte. Doch statt zurückzuweichen trat sie die Flucht nach vorne an und presste ihre eigenen Brüste fester gegen die ihrer Rivalin, bis sich ihre Körper fast spiegelbildlich ineinander verhakten. Das Bett knarrte unter ihrem Gewicht, als sie sich immer wilder hin und her wälzten, verschwitzt, keuchend und voller verbissener Wut.
Gerade hatte sich Anne auf ihre Gegnerin gerollt, als das Bett plötzlich zu Ende war. Der nächste Stoß von Ulrikes Körper und mit einem gemeinsamen Aufschrei vielen die Frauen herunter. Annes Rücken schlug hart auf den kalten Boden und gleich danach landete Ulrikes Körper mit ganze Gewicht auf ihr und presste der Blonden die Luft aus den Lungen. Für einen Moment lag Anne wie betäubt und wehrlos unter Ulrike die nutze ihre Chance.
Die schwarzhaarige Lehrerin nutzte die Gunst der Sekunde und drückte ihre Brüste mit aller Kraft auf Annes Gesicht, bis diese würgend nach Luft schnappte. "Wer hat jetzt die geileren Titten, du blöde Kuh?", fauchte Ulrike, während ihre Brustwarzen sich unter der Anspannung hart wie Steine gegen Annes Wangen pressten.
Anne spürte die Erstickung, als Ulrikes schwere Brüste ihre Atemwege blockierten. Panisch krallte sie ihre Hände in Ulrikes Schenkel und versuchte, sich freizustrampeln, doch die Schwarzhaarige hatte ihr Gewicht perfekt verteilt. Dunkle Flecken tanzten vor Annes Augen, als sie verzweifelt versuchte, Luft zu holen. In einem letzten verzweifelten Akt biss Anne in die dicken Titten der Gegner.
Ulrikes Schrei hallte durch das Zimmer, als Annes Zähne sich in ihr Fleisch gruben. Der Schmerz war so intensiv, dass sie unwillkürlich zurückzuckte, gerade genug, dass Anne wieder Luft bekam. Doch auf die Wut der Schwarzhaarigen stieg ins Unermässliche. Sie packte Anne bei der blonden Mähne, riss sie nach oben und schlug ihren Hinterkopf hart auf den harten Boden.
Gerade erst wieder zu Atem kommend, war Anne zu schwach um sie zu wehren. "Halt, ich gebe auf...bitte!", keuchte sie, während ihr Sterne vor den Augen tanzten.
Ulrike lies Anne los und sah mit einem triumphierenden Lächeln auf die Gegnerin hinab, der Tränen in die Augen liefen. Die Flasche Hand der Schwarzhaarigen klatschte noch einmal hart Gegen die Titten der Blonden, bevor sie sich erhob und die schmerzende Stelle von Annes Biss mit ihrer Hand massierte. "Lass dir das eine Lehre sein, du miese Schlampe!", knurrte Ulrike und verpasste Anne noch einen Tritt in die Rippen.
Anne zog die Knie an, als Ulrikes Fuß in ihre Rippen krachte. Die Luft entwich ihr mit einem hörbaren "Uff". Sie rollte sich zur Seite und kam langsam auf die Knie. Mit zusammengebissenen Zähnen sah sie zu Ulrike hoch, deren schwarze Locken sich wie eine Siegesmähne um ihr verschwitztes Gesicht legten. "Das... war... noch...lange...nicht...das...Ende!", keuchte Anne während sie sich schwerfällig erhob. Ihre Brüste brannten wie Feuer, übersät mit Kratzern und den deutlich sichtbaren Abdrücken von Ulrikes Fingernägeln.
"Wann immer du wisst!", gab Ulrike zurück. Doch auch sie hatte der Kampf zugesetzt. Ihre Brüste waren geschwollen, jeder Muskel schmerzte, und ihre Atmung ging noch immer keuchend. Und so endete der Abend mit dem Austauschen von bösen Blicken und dem Wissen, dass der Kampf um Fritz gerade erst begonnen hatte.

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Producer Announcements / Re: CatfightIsland.com has been officially launched!

« Last post by CatfightIsland on March 23, 2026, 04:54:11 PM »

Watch our short AI catfight movie!
https://catfightisland.com/video/the-catfight-island-movie/

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Cyber Fight Section / Re: Discord Fighting Stories

« Last post by Sylvie on March 23, 2026, 04:50:02 PM »

Reached out via discord

Hello! Wanna keep this as short and open-ended as possible lol.

I'm looking for some writing partners for some action and lewd packed roleplays! I'd like people who can write a semi-literate response length (I understand shorter posts during fights - as long as it isn't constant one-liners, you're good). I roleplay as either female or intersex (I am male irl - to me, the writer's gender doesn't matter, but I understand the difference in opinion). I'm looking for people who can play as female or intersex.

I'll list a few short/long term ideas below. If any of these rock your boat (or if you have similar ideas), feel free to send me a DM/friend request on discord (c0mbatw0mbat1)! Kinks, limits and other stuff can be discussed there too

• an intersex sex-fighting league. matches take place on a platform similar to what sumo-wrestlers bout on. they duel until one ejaculates in the other (no biting) - only wrestling moves can be used to force the opponent into position
• warrior women - fighters from all disciplines (brawlers, kickboxers, wrestlers, etc) bout for the sake of the sport. these can be quite extreme, going up to brutal knockouts, tapouts, and potentially death
• a detective/vigilante takes it upon themself to deal with a gang causing havoc in the city[\li]
  

Looking forward to some good stories!

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Celebrity Fights - General / Re: Losing celebrity

« Last post by caryn1 on March 23, 2026, 04:04:51 PM »

Mainstream or porn?

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Celebrity Fights - General / Losing celebrity

« Last post by Txblonde on March 23, 2026, 04:02:37 PM »

What celebrity would you most like to see lose irl catfight?