HeatherFights VS Bitchdestroyer Hellen NHB catfight
It happened to be a very busy day, at the fair. The sounds of laughter, rides, and people everywhere.
Games and attractions being named. While now and then. A very pleasing aroma of various foods came to you.
It helped I had one very beautiful lady, spending time with me. Heather was brunette. Had a lovely face, and killer figure.
Heather was the kind of lady, that could dress it up, and glam when needed. Yet she also looked incredible, just casual.
Heather was wearing a thin purple tee shirt. Not much on her shoulders. Not to mention, the very generous amount of firm cleavage, that showed in the front.
Heather's supple skin was lightly tanned, and helped show off her smile, as well as how no visible tan lines, seemed to show.
Her top, tight, her large breasts bra less, and proudly thrust.
A nice pair of jean shorts, clinging to her shapely legs, and nice ass.
Anywhere we had gone during the day. Heather had her fair share of gawkers, as she passed by.
It was sunny, some stray clouds skimming across the sky. Yet still warm enough, it was time to get something cold to drink.
Music playing, and voices talking, or calling out to someone just seen in the passing crowds.
I buy Heather something to drink. Just as we turn around, Heather sipping from the lidless cup.
A woman, is too close, and manages to jostle into Heather, dumping her drink, all down her front.
"Oh my, excuse me, guess I got your cow wet." The woman says smiling, as she stands facing us, eyes taunting Heather.
The mounds of Heather's firm breasts being nicely defined, as her wet top, begins clinging to them. The cold liquid, making her nipples harden beneath it.
Heather wipes off her face, and glares back.
"Well if it isn't Hellen, the BITCH!!" Heather almost hisses back.
"That's Bitchdestroyer to you whore!!" Hellen replies.
Hellen, is also very attractive. Pretty face, long brunette hair.
Hellen rocking a very tight cropped white tee shirt. As well as a very skimpy jean skirt. That showed her long legs nicely. While I was sure, a wrong move, easily would show her nice thonged ass.
Heather glances towards me. Grabs my cup, and throws it into Hellen's face, and all down her front.
"Here, better wash the pig off, before returning her to the animal pens." Heather taunts.
As now it is Hellen wiping her face off. While her firm, bra less breasts, begin to become visible, through her newly wetted white top.
Hellen glares at Heather, as Heather moves closer.
The two lovely brunettes standing close enough, now her own nipples had hardened. One of them inhaled deeply enough. Their distended nipples would touch, through sodden shirts.
Bodies tensing, hands curling into fists. As they bump against each other.
Hands darting out, to grab hair. As warnings are yelled, and some local sheriffs deputies, begin to close in.
The local law enforcement, roaming the fair gounds, for just such reason.
Heather and Hellen manage to land a few slaps to each other, before they are forceably seperated.
People begin to look, point, and take cell phone vids and photos. As the two had been ready to rip each others clothes off, and go at it.
Now we find ourselves gently escorted out to the parking area, before things get out of hand.
Some of the officers staying around, waiting for us to get into cars and leave.
Hellen scribbles onto some paper, and hands it to me.
"Here, if that bimbo has the nerve, give me a call." "Let's set a fight up between us." Hellen says, smiling at me.
Pressing her firm, wet tee covered breasts against me. Before smirking at Heather, and giving me a quick kiss. Then turning and leaving, not knowing, Heather was a friend, and not going to be jealous over Hellens actions.
Soon we were headed out from the fair, a phone call soon to happen. As much as Hellen wanted to get her hands on Heather.
Heather was just as willing to throw down with the lady known as bitchdestroyer.
It took a few days to set up. Yet it was going to happen. The ladies had made some wants and things desired voiced.
Now it was going to be all down, to who would win, and who would lose.
The gym was closed, as it had been arranged for after hours, just the three of us.
The ring stood ready, most of the gym dimly lit, while the ring was lit, as if it was waiting for a champion prize fight.
Heather was dressed in the same purple top, from the meeting before. She also had on a pair of shorts. I was sure, would be illegal in some countries, they where so tight, and clingy.
Hellen wore a halter top, and an equally form fitting pair of shorts.
I enter the ring, as the two attractive brunette's follow. My only tasks, to be witness, declare a winner. As well as stop the fight. If one of them could not go on or defend herself any longer.
With the recent events of the meeting at the fair in mind. Heather glares at Hellen. As she strips her top. Baring her large, beautiful breasts. Before strutting over to me topless. Heather pressing her, large firm breasts against me.
The two of us friends, yet nothing more. Still Hellen had challenged her, more ways than one. Even though Heather may not have had any interest in me, for anything more than friends.
Heather presses her firm breasts against me, before kissing me. Then turning her head, lifting my shirt, to rub her bare breasts against my chest.
"Like agreed, a NHB fight, no weapons, just our fists and bodies bitch!!" Heather states, before releasing me.
As I enjoy the pleasing scent of her perfume, and the warmth of her sexy body, so close.
Hellen nods, and soon her top goes flying, as well. I could not deny, Hellen had some very pleasing bare breasts as well.
The lovely brunette striding over, and as Heather watches. Matches her, for time spent, bare breasts against my chest. Again not knowing the two of us where not an item. For the sake of the fight. Heather not taking time to make Hellen think anything different.
"Also, loser has to kiss the winners ass!!" "Then has to forfeit her thong, and walk out completely naked." Hellen ads in, kissing me, then shucking her shorts, to stand in only a very skimpy thong.
Other than her sex being covered. Hellen now stood basically naked in front of me. The lady looking very good, head to toe, front to back.
I enjoy watching Heather's large breasts hang penduosly, as she bends, while stripping her own pair of shorts.
As I watch in complete appreciation.
Heather and Hellen stand almost fully naked in only their thongs.
This was a gym, and I could not help denying. Enjoying the thought of oiling, and rubbing down either sexy body before me.
The two lovely brunettes stood facing one another, as the fight was about to begin.
I exit the ring, as the ladies begin circling each other.
"Maybe one of the stakes, should have been, winner fucks your boyfriend." Hellen taunts, meaning myself. While also letting Heather know, she already figured to win this, with little fight from Heather.
"That's why your a stupid bitch, Storm's just a friend, and not my boyfriend." Heather replies.
"Please, only getting some of your skank pussy." "Would keep any man around your ugly ass." Hellen hurls back.
"Your just wanting him, because nobody wants your dry, overworked twat, you slut!!" Heather replies back.
I was listening to it, and trying to keep cool about it. Here I was looking at Heather, and Hellen basically naked before me.
Shapely legs moving, as firm breats quivered, as they moved about the ring. I knew it was just a reason to pick at each other. Yet can you blame me, for wanting two gorgeous, naked ladies like this. To be willing to fight over me? Still I knew reality, they just wanted to get hands on each other. If I had been there or not. These two impressive ladies would still fight.
Their eyes intent, their bodies gliding around the ring. Firm breasts heaving, as nipples distend, and harden fully. Both ladies adrenaline, and pulses racing faster.
Hearts pounding, as nubile bodies become aroused, with the thoughts of close, and personal female combat.
Then Heather steps in, smacking her firm, heavy tits against Hellen's heaving pair. "Enough talk whore, time to do this thing!!" Heather says, bumping her breasts and body against Hellen.
Hellen digging her feet in, before shoving back, using her own firm breasts. As Heather is knocked slightly off balance.
Hellen pounces, and begins delivering some back hands, across the smooth skin, of Heather's breasts.
The sound of skin on skin, like a bell being rung. Announcing it was on.
Heather backs up, yet as soon as Hellen smiles, and advances. Thinking she already had Heather intimidated.
Heather moves in, and slaps, then backhands Hellen's firm breasts.
They pull apart slightly again. Slightly reddened areas, showing on both ladies heaving tits.
Eyes alert, watching each others movements.
They slowly draw together again. "I hope this hurts, you bitch!!" Hellen says, before launching a fist, that slams into Heather's firm right breast.
Heather's eyes widen, as she feels the pain of the punch.
"Care to try some tit, for tat slut?" Heather asks. Before throwing a hard punch of her own. That hammers into Hellen's heaving left breast.
The two ladies, both having some air knocked from their bodies by the blows, take a step back each.
Then surge forward, slaps, and backhands to each others breasts. Followed by some closed fist punches, to sleek bellies, and unprotected sides.
Now they began getting into a more focused fight. No spared oxygen for words, and tauns. Now they simply let their fists, and claws do the talking.
A few thin lines of red, with a slight show of blood, along Heather's right breast. As well, a nice set of claw marks, along Hellen's left tit.
Chests heaving, they ram their tits together. Shapely legs, straining for leverage, and purchase. As they grind their hard nippled tits together.
Heather yanking Hellen's head to the side, using her hair. Before she can regain her balance. Heather slams a few fists, into Hellen's belly, sides, and breasts.
Hellen gasping, and staggering back, wind driven from her body.
"Looks like your about ready to kiss my ass bitch!!" Heather taunts, then moves in.
Hellen begins backing up. Then out of desperation, while she tries to recover, and get ready for more fighting. Hellen far from ready to give in.
She lunges ahead, using her body to spear into Heather's own. The two ladies go down, with Heather landing first, Hellen tumbling down on top of her.
Hellen winded, yet now the impact, has Heather maybe equally winded.
Hellen rolls off her, and rises up. Hellen turning, and drops, to try and smash her firm ass, onto Heather's pretty face.
Heather barely rolling away in time.
The ring cushioning it, as Hellen's buttocks hit. Her body wide open, as Heather sends a leg flying, that catches Hellen in her side.
Hellen cries out in pain, even as she topples to the side, and rolls away.
Heather and Hellen both rising to their knees facing each other.
Then they rush to grapple again.
Breasts rubbing against each other. Hair being yanked by both ladies. As well as pushing their bodies into one another. Trying to get the other to lose her balance.
Fists again, begin to hammer at bare bellies, and exposed sides.
Hellen manages to slip a hand in, grasping Heather's right breast. Hellen squeezes, then begins to twist it.
Heather crying out, then trying to free her tit, with as little damage as possible. Heather managing to bring a short forearm, into Hellen's belly, driving some of the air from her nubile body. While also causing her to lose her grasp on Heather's breast.
Both lovely ladies, breathing hard, thin sheens of sweat, glistening on smooth skinned bodies. They both would be showing discoloration, and bruising, after this was finished. A lot of sore spots, aches and pain.
Yet now, neither one was backing up, they wanted to finish this.
Lunging at each other, from their knees, on the ring mat. They slam together.
Then fall entangled to the ring floor. Fists and sexy bodies, doing what they can, to punish the other woman.
Hair flying, as they try and slam each others heads, onto the ring floor. Punches, arms, and legs striking out, as they begin rolling together, across the ring floor. Before they have a chance to know or be warned of their peril.
Still going at it, with all their heart and fighting ability. They hit the bottom rope, and with two shrieks of panic. Roll through the ropes, breaking apart, and falling. To the padded mats below, around the outside of the ring.
They both hit hard, yet Heather manages to summon a last burst of energy. Giving a catfghting battle cry. She dives towards Hellen, and begins pummeling her.
I notice, Hellen lashes out a few times in reply. Then curls into a defensive position. No longer able to continue, just trying to cover up, and protect herself.
The fight was over, Hellen beaten, unable to go on.
I quickly move in, to attend to my other duty. I gently but firmly grab Heather, speaking softly, the fight was over.
Heather struggles at first, then relaxes in my grasp.
I help her to her feet, her chest heaving, body sore, and weak. She looks down at Hellen, then makes her way back into the ring.
It was time to pay up, on the stakes of the fight.
I offer Hellen my hand, she smiles, then shakes her head. She had lost, yet the spirited woman, was going to show, she had not been broken.
I stay close, in case she needs me. Hellen slowly rising, using the ring to help steady herself.
Then she slips into the ring, and faces Heather. Heather standing, both lovely ladies obviously in pain.
Then Hellen slides her thong down, stripping it, and handing it to the winner.
Heather accepts it, then turns, and bends forward slightly.
Hellen drops down enough, to kiss Heather's ass.
One thing both ladies knew about catfighting. You never won them all, and hopefully, you never lost them all.
Hellen had lost this time. Yet all three of us knew watching her. She would fight again.
She makes her way from the ring. This time letting me help her.
Heather also slips out of the ring, as we escort Hellen to the door. She inhales deeply. Which does wonders for her pleasing figure.
Then completely naked in all her glory. Bitchdestroyer Hellen, walks outside from the gym.
Traffic was slow now, with not many people walking around. Still Hellen was the full attention, of them all. As she began taking the losers walk, as agreed, in the fight stakes.
I could not deny, I admired the lovely brunette's spirit. I also admired, how she complied with the stakes. Hellen honoring them, with out a fight. No trying to make excuses.
I raise my hand, and wave it, as she gets to the end of the first block, in view of the gym. A taxi, pulls up, and the driver gets out.
Hellen listens to him, as she is handed a blanket to cover up with.
Heather gives me a playful punch, to my shoulder. "Oh fine, so if that was me." "I get to just walk naked home OR did you plan on a taxi with my name on it, if I lost?" Heather asks.
Hellen looks back at me. I nod my head.
She had honored the agreement, and had suffered enough. Hellen smiles, and waves back. Before getting in the taxi, and heading home. Hellen having been dropped off, to either get a ride home from me. If not having to walk naked instead.
"Well, what about it?" Heather prods. I smile back at the winner of the fight. "What can I say, you look great naked." I reply.
"Thanks a lot, thought you were my friend." She ads back.
"Don't forget, I drove you here, so I would have picked you up, after walking awhile." She hears, and relaxes slightly. "Oh yeah.... just for that mister funny man." "You owe me dinner, and a massage." Heather states. Yet now she is smiling again. That always adding more beauty, to her looks.
Heather had won, yet Hellen had proven herself a capable, and honorable catfighter. I knew many more catfight victories, would still be hers, in the future. I would be honored buying her a dinner sometime.
I also knew, after we gathered her things. I was going to begin operation pamper, and make feel better.
The aching, lovely winner HeatherFights. While enjoying her company, as she celebrated another win.
The end
