[Lefounet69]

Bonjour,
je souhaiterais que l'on parle du 1er catfight auquel on a assisté un jour. Celui qui nous a donné envie d'en voir d'autres,d'être excité par ça.
Pour ma part, j'avais 17 ans. C'était l'été et mes parents avaient décidé de partir en vacances,seuls,  car en plein divorce. Ils m'avaient confié à leur amie Martine (une belle femme blonde de 48 ans) qui avait une maison dans le sud de la France.

C'était une belle femme très sympathique. Nous avons sympathisé immédiatement. Elle avait un grand jardin en gazon,entouré de hautes haies et on pouvait se faire bronzer sans être dérangés. Un jour,une amie à elle,Annie (belle femme brune de son âge) est venue. Après un bon repas, nous nous sommes allongés sur des serviettes sur le gazon, moi en maillot de bain et les femmes en bikinis. Martine s'est absentée un moment. Annie est venue vers moi et a commencé à me faire des avances.A 17 ans,j'étais flatté et elle le voyait au renflement sous mon maillot de bain.Elle m'embrassa.
A ce moment,Martine arriva.Elle explosa de colère,me demandant de rentrer. Ce que je fis.Mais j'entendis des cris et revins dehors.....Les deux femmes étaient au sol, s'arrachant des cheveux,roulant et s'insultant.Pendant plus de 5 minutes,elles se crêpèrent le chignon comme deux furies. Les bikinis furent arrachés laissant échapper leurs poitrine. Martine prit le dessus. Annie partit. Restés seuls,Martine vit que j'étais très excité. Elle m'emmena dans sa chambre:
"ça t'a plu,mon cochon.A moi aussi.Viens"
J'étais novice mais les jours qui suivirent, Martine m'apprit le sexe.
Depuis, à chaque catfigh,il me faut du sexe.
Voilà.
A vous,maintenant

[caryn1]

I don't anything what you posted but that photo dose speak volumes

[Lefounet69]

can you translate in french?

[psy999999]

If you copy the message you get a translation option and I easily read it in English.  He is describing the first Catfight he ever saw.

[Horny-Jew]

Here's the translation (hope it's OK to)

Hello,
I'd like to talk about the first catfight we ever witnessed. The one that made us want to see more, the one that excited us.
For my part, I was 17 years old. It was summer, and my parents had decided to go on vacation alone because they were in the middle of a divorce. They entrusted me to their friend Martine (a beautiful 48-year-old blonde woman) who had a house in the south of France.

She was a beautiful and very friendly woman. We hit it off immediately. She had a large lawn surrounded by tall hedges, and we could sunbathe without being disturbed. One day, a friend of hers, Annie (a beautiful brunette woman of the same age), came over. After a nice meal, we lay down on towels on the grass, me in my swimsuit and the women in bikinis. Martine left for a moment. Annie came over to me and started making advances. At 17, I was flattered, and she could see it from the bulge in my swimsuit. She kissed me.
At that moment, Martine arrived. She exploded with anger, telling me to go inside. Which I did. But I heard screams and came back outside... The two women were on the ground, pulling each other's hair, rolling around and insulting each other. For more than 5 minutes, they fought like two furies. Their bikinis were torn off, exposing their breasts. Martine gained the upper hand. Annie left. Left alone, Martine saw that I was very aroused. She took me to her bedroom:
"Did you like that, you little pig? I did too. Come on."
I was a novice, but in the following days, Martine taught me about sex.
Since then, every time I see a catfight, I need sex.
That's my story.
Now it's your turn.