Several months ago Dee (deefights) and Maureen (mauler maureen) had a short, but vicious catspat which resulted in Maureen having to plead with her long-time enemy, Dee, to stop the assault on her naked breasts. Here is a link to that story. http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php/topic,43673.0.html
Since that day, Maureen has sworn to even the score. It was a terribly humiliating experience for Maureen, as lots of her friends were there to witness Maureen's tits getting crushed at the hands of Dee. Not a day has gone by where Maureen hasn't talked about it to me, and voiced her desire for revenge.
It's taken many weeks for Maureen's breasts to recover from Dee's premeditated tit attack. The bruises have healed and the skin color is finally back to normal. There are still several tiny scars on the undersides of both of Maureen's tits where Dee's claws had been digging in. Will Maureen get her revenge? Or will Dee once again embarrass the feisty brunette in front of all her friends.
I hadn't been to the Good-Nite Lounge in a while. It's an old run-down saloon on the outer rim of our sleepy Florida panhandle town. The dive's clientele is mainly composed of several various biker club factions. It could be described as "other-worldly". There were always fights breaking out in every corner of the joint. Fights between bikers, fights between their chicks, fights between off-duty cops, fights between bouncers. One reason Maureen wanted to meet Dee here was because they had a policy of not breaking up fights until a fighter was on the verge of being permanently disfigured. If you stepped in to break up a fight prematurely, you got punched and you got tossed from the premises.
Now here's what happened: Maureen used her womanly ways, if you know what I mean, to convince me to somehow lure Dee out to the Good-Nite. Once there, Maureen would confront her old rival and , hopefully repay Dee for what she did to my wife. Maureen knew the catfight would not be broken up till one of them gave up.
The plan was for me to invite Dee to accompany me for a few beers and see a popular local rock band that I knew she enjoyed. Dee fell for it and once we arrived I directed her to a couple of bar stools at the far end of the massive bar. This particular end of the bar was located close to an exit door which opened to a large patch of dirt, known as the fighting-pit, behind the building, complete with strategically placed spot-lights for night time viewing. This area was where many of the nightly fights were known to take place.
As Dee and I got comfortable on our stools, we ordered some cold Buds. After guzzling several of them down, Dee began to explore what I have in my pants with her hands. She was just about to extract my boner when I noticed that Maureen had arrived. Maureen strode confidently toward our location, stopping to tell some friends what she was about to do. As Maureen was standing directly behind Dee, Dee pressed her lips to mine and practically swallowed my tongue. My heart began to race with excitement, both from Dee's caress, and from knowing what was about to happen.
In a flash, Dee's head was snapped backward by Maureen's fist buried in her hair. Maureen's eyes caught a glimpse of my cock poking out between my pants zipper, adding fuel to the flames. Maureen rotated Dee around on the bar-stool by her hair, then tore open the thin halter top Dee was wearing. Not to be out-done, Dee recovered from the shock and tore Maureen's buttons from her flimsy blouse revealing Maureen's braless set of tits. Both Dee and Maureen grabbed one another by the hair and shook one another wildly by the head.
The bartender began shouting " take this outside ladies. Not in here". Just then a couple of bouncers came and escorted the women out the exit door and to the dirt pit. As Dee and Maureen were making their way to the pit, Dee tripped Maureen sending her flat on her face. Dee was on Maureen's back in a flash, grabbing 2 hands full of my wife's hair and shaking Maureen's head around violently. Dee then pushed Maureen's face down into the dirt and held her there for several minutes.
By this time dozens of patrons had come out and surrounded the fighting pit. Everyone was shouting for their favorite. Someone flicked on the bright spotlights. I could now see that Maureen was spitting dirt out of her mouth. In an effort to dislodge Dee from her back, Maureen delivered a few well-placed elbows back and into Dee's right ribcage. In the process of rolling off of Maureen, Dee was able to take Maureen's short little skirt with her. To everyone's delight, Maureen decided to not wear any panties. This exposure of Maureen's naked bush solicited a barrage of cat-calls and whistles from the largely male spectators. Realizing all the attention Maureen's body was receiving from the crowd, Dee quickly slithered out of her skin-tight jeans, setting her own bush free for all to enjoy. This was getting good !!
The 2 nude fighters now stood facing one another and staring into eachothers face. They inched closer and closer. Maureen and Dee now began bumping breasts in an attempt to prove female superiority. Simultaneously they groped for one another hair and dug in close to the roots. Dee and Maureen , each bent at the waist, held one another at arms length by the hair as their titties hung down and swayed around provocatively. Maureen seemed to be winning this classic hair-pull, as she was able to lead Dee around the pit.
In the blink of an eye, Maureen and Dee came tumbling to the ground and , Hands still in hair, began to roll over and over in the soil. Back and forth they rolled, legs entwined. Every so often I could catch a glimpse of moist pinkness between Maureen's , and then Dee's, thighs. The more they wrestled around, the more prominent the pinkness of their womanhood became.
Dee now made her move. She positioned herself atop Maureen's right knee pinning it to the ground. Then with her left hand Dee controlled Maureen's beautiful left leg by pushing it up upward. Then I saw Dee do something I'd never seen before. She formed the 3 middle fingers of her right hand into a knife-like configurement and began to send them directly into the center of Maureen's vulnerable womanhood. Dee stabbed her fingers again and again into Maureen's exposed vagina. Dee was able to do this at least 7 or 8 times. It was getting close to the point where the crowd would break this up. But, Maureen was able to free her legs from Dee's clutches, and in the process, Maureen's right heel made direct contact with Dee's left jaw, sending Dee sprawling to the dirt on her back.
Maureen's killer instinct now began taking over. With Dee semi-unconscious, Maureen went right to work on Dee's genitalia. I could see Maureen's fingers grabbing at Dee's protruding pink clitoris and pulling and twisting it. Then Maureen got a clump of Dee's pussy hair in her left hand and harshly yanked it from Dee's crotch, roots and all. Then Maureen took Dee by the cxntlips and almost lifted her off the dirt by the labia. The crowd was now hushed in disbelief. With her revenge now in hand, Maureen dug the claws of her right hand into Dee's tender folds of vulva and raked her nails directly across Dee's unprotected womanhood.
Dee was trying to scream, but nothing could be heard. Maureen knew Dee was done. I walked over to her , draped her in my jacket and we made our way thru the crowd to my car.
It was , by all accounts, the fiercest catfight Dee and Maureen had ever fought. No one in the crowd was disappointed. I nursed Maureen's womanhood over the next several days. Now we always discuss this fight as we're making love. It's good to be married to "the Mauler".
(Dee and Maureen pictured below)
