I've said before, one of my favorite things is to trade experiences. I usually like to use chat, but just to get things going, this is a short fight I saw once that I'm retelling. It was a real right, though I'm adding a little spice. Obviously, the names are changed. Enjoy!
Marissa and Claire had agreed to fight over a week ago, so there was plenty of build up when the day finally came. They didn't exactly hate each other, but everyone knew the tension over the fact that Marissa was now dating Claire's ex only a few days after they broke up. By agreement, he wasn't there, but a few onlookers were allowed to come to verify the result. Marissa was heavily favored; at 5'6" 140 lbs, she had a significant size advantage, not to mention her 34DD chest that she had used in the past to smother a defeated foe. Claire had never been in a match before, and unfortunately when she said she'd like to try it, Marissa was the first one to take her up on it. Claire was 5'4" and 110 lbs, and while she was athletic, she had no technical knowledge of a catfight, and was somewhat intimidated by Marissa's chest (Claire's was 34C). Marissa had challenged her and Claire had nervously accepted. Together they worked out the rules: bikinis, nothing sexual, winner by submission. Having never had a match before, Claire didn't know what else to ask for as a rule, and Marissa knew she could take advantage of it.
The fight was held in the empty school gym on a saturday. Marissa and Claire came out in their bikinis, and Marissa noticed right away the attention Claire was paying to her boobs, and started thrusting her chest out to emphasize her advantage. Marissa's black top was intentionally skimpy to show off her impressive cleavage. Her short brown hair fell to her shoulders, and her firm body looked ready as she eagerly stretched out. Claire had chosen a red bikini (which actually clashed with her blonde hair), and while she moved in a more timid manner, her muscular body was also well equipped to do battle. The referee (me, actually) brought them to the center and asked if they were ready. Both nodded, so I shouted "go!" and jumped out of the way.
Marissa smiled disarmingly and asked Claire if she wanted to go tit to tit, the way real women do. Since poor Claire had never seen a fight, she didn't realize this wasn't how they had to start, and with people watching, she was scared to say no. She moved up to Marissa, who wrapped her arms around her and started to squeeze. Marissa's bigger breasts quickly began to overwhelm Claire's, and she cried out in surprise as much as pain as her chest was enveloped by Marissa's. Marissa laughed at her and shook Claire's body back and forth a little, getting in her head early. Claire didn't really know what was going on, but she knew she had to so something, so with her arms still around Marissa, she pulled hard to her left. Claire was pretty strong, and the sudden force brought them both to the ground.
Clearly angry that she had her fun spoiled, Marissa growled and rolled off of Claire. She got to her knees and tried to get on top but Claire was on her knees too. They locked hands, and Claire was actually the stronger of the two, so she started to push Marissa around. Experience kicked in, as Marissa pretended to overbalance, then when Claire when to get on top of her, Marissa grabbed her long blonde hair with both hands and yanked hard. Claire screamed loudly and tried to pull away but Marissa had too firm a grasp. Marissa got to her knees while continuing to pull and looked for an opening. Claire had never had anything like this happen to her before, so she was so focused on stopping the pain, she paid no mind to Marissa's position. Laughing, Marissa managed to sling Claire down and get in a full mount, her knees on each side of Claire's well toned belly.
Marissa let go of Claire's hair and sat up straight, enjoying the moment. Claire was struggling but had no idea how to get out from under the bigger Marissa. Marissa shook her big tits a little, and everyone in the room knew what was coming next. Marissa slowly leaned in, causing Claire to frantically flail around, fearing what might happen. Surprisingly, Marissa didn't move for the smother, but went to whisper something in Claire's ear. Whatever it was, she didn't like it. Claire let out a roar and started trying desperately to buck Marissa off, but the experienced fighter just rode her out until she was too tired. Then Marissa smiled again, leaned over inch by inch until her huge boobs were right above Claire's face, and dropped her tits for the smother. Using her hands to secure Claire's head, Marissa cut off Claire's breathing with her incredible chest. Muffled cries of distress could barely be heard as Claire was being knocked out in humiliating fashion. As the struggles subsided, Marissa wiggled her rack in Claire's face just to rub it in, but before she could smother her unconscious, Claire tapped her back indicating her submission. I quickly moved in to pull Marissa off, at which point she shot me a very nasty look. Claire looked horrified that she had submitted to another girl's boobs. She got up, looked around, and stumbled out of the room, still woozy from the lack of air.
I asked Marissa what she told Claire that upset her so, and she said "Ron (Claire's ex) loves it when I do this to him" right before she smothered her. I reminded her it was Claire's first fight, and she hadn't needed to be so cruel. Shrugging, she thanked me for reffing and left.
Like I said, real story, different names. If you liked it, let me know so we can chat sometime, I'd love to hear some of yours!
