Catfights

…..Nancy is in a white top, black slacks, black open back mules, the other woman has on a red dress and red heels. They get loud with each other, the woman slaps Nancy in the face, Nancy punches her in the chest, and the woman grabs Nancy’s hair and pulls on it. Nancy shoots her right knee into her crotch, and pushes her off her. The brunette charges her and slaps her face again hard, Nancy karate chops her neck throwing her off balance. The woman charges her again, Nancy nails her coming in with her black 2″ mule into her stomache. The woman bends over, Nancy kicks her right shoe off, and with her pretty bare foot kicks the woman flush into her face staggering her. Nancy as fast as a flash shoots her bare right foot directly into her nose again with a perfect straight kick, and the woman falls down at her feet. Nancy kicks her other shoe off, and kicks the poor woman in her sides with both sexy bare feet. The younger woman is crying and rolls on to her back. Nancy stomps on her stomache winding her already weakened and beaten body…….

TO BE CONTINUED

NAKED GORGEOUS WOMEN IN NASTY HARDCORE CATFIGHTS

My friends wife Nancy is a very sexy mid 40’s woman who is in great shape at 5′8 135 pounds, with short blonde hair and blue eyes. She is very successful with a very good corporate job, so nobody would think of her as somebody who likes to wrestle and fight, but she loves it. She has a martial arts background, and loves to kick and use her feet, which are a gorgeous size 8 and always pedicured in a pretty red or pink. She has had many matches pre-arranged, but I think her sexiest fights are the spontaneous real ones. One of her very best bouts was a fight with a woman half her age in a mall parking lot. Several couples were going to meet for dinner at this mall. I am in another car with my wife, and I see this whole fight. Nancy gets cut off by this other younger woman, about 20 years younger, long dark wavy hair 5′6 120 pounds. Nancy gets out of her car, and confronts the girl getting out of her car…….

TO BE CONTINUED

NAKED GORGEOUS WOMEN IN NASTY HARDCORE CATFIGHTS

The big blonde loosened her grasp and allowed my wife’s feet to touch the ground, then she spun her around and slammed her fist into Sharon’s soft belly. What little air my wife had left in her lungs rushed out, and her mouth gaped in a silent “O” as she sunk down to her knees. Grabbing Sharon’s ponytail, Marianne pulled my wife’s face into her black panties, rubbing her face over her crotch. Looking at me, she asked “Do you like this so far?” I nodded eagerly then asked “Do you?” Marianne’s eyes widened as she smiled, nodded and said “Uh-huh!”. She then circled behind Sharon and used her foot to push her face-down onto the rug.

My wife was still moaning and gasping for air as Marianne stood over her. Without hesitation, she dropped down, landing her big butt hard onto Sharon’s lower back. She slid back until she was sitting on my wife’s cute, perfect butt. Reaching forward, she placed her hands under Sharon’s chin and pulled her back into a camel clutch, stretching her spine painfully. “Aghhhhh! Stop!” my wife pleaded. Marianne just kept pulling, occasionally bouncing her butt on Sharon’s to put a little more strain on her spine. When she finally let go, Sharon flopped forward onto the rug. Marianne got up and came over to me. “You like?”, she cooed. I nodded. She kissed me quickly on the lips, turned her back to me and asked, “Can you help me get this off?” I unclasped her bra and watched it fall to the floor. Marianne pulled me close to her and softly said “It drives me crazy to think that she gets to have you every night, and for that, I’m going to hurt her” I should have stopped the fight right then, but I couldn’t.

My blonde lover went over to Sharon and turned her over onto her back. “No more, you win” my wife said. “It doesn’t work that way, Sweetie”, Marianne replied. She dropped down, slamming both knees into Sharon’s belly. My wife convulsed with a rush of air and fell back. Marianne slid forward onto Sharon’s chest and trapped her arms behind her knees, between her thighs and calves. Sharon’s head looked small between Marianne’s tanned, thick thighs. My wife’s eyes widened as she looked up at her foe. Marianne raised up slightly and then slammed her butt down onto Sharon’s chest, flattening her boobs and driving the air out of her. Up and down she bobbed, her big tits jiggling and swaying, mesmerizing me. When she was finished, she got up and yanked Sharon to her wobbly feet by her ponytail. “You’re pretty, but you’re not a real woman!” Again, she slammed a fist into Sharon’s belly. Instead of letting her fall, she thrust Sharon back against the wall behind her, slamming into it hard. Sharon slid down to a seated position. Marianne walked over to her, turned around and used her big butt to pin Sharon’s head against the wall.Marianne’s nipples were stiff with excitement. Using her finger, she motioned me over to her.

“Kiss me” she said. “And don’t worry, she can’t see it” she giggled. I kissed her long and hard as she rubbed her butt aginst Sharon’s face, trapping her against the wall. When we finally parted, she said “I’m almost finished with her”. I went back to the couch and sat down. Marianne stepped forward, turned and lifted Sharon to her feet, scooping her up into her arms and carrying her across her chest. She walked over before me, stopped and dropped to one knee, slamming Sharon over the other in a backbreaker! My wife laid over her knee limply. “How am I doing?”, she asked. I was impressed, and I told her so.

Dumping Sharon to the floor, she got up and straddled me on the couch, burying my face in her chest. “Who do you want more, me or the weakling?” I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. Marianne got up and sat on the couch beside me. She reached down and pulled Sharon by her ponytail up between her thighs, pulling her up until my wife’s face was between her massive boobs. She wrapped her legs around my wife’s torso as she wrapped her arms around her head, smothering her with her breasts. I sat beside her, marveling at her complete domination of Sharon. Sharon could only struggle weakly before going limp. Marianne locked her eyes onto mine while she held my wife in place. Finally, she got up, pulling Sharon to her feet with her. There was no way Sharon could have stood under her own power. Marianne tore her pink lace bra off, then chuckled at how small Sharon’s breasts were in comparison to her own. She then reached down and pulled Sharon’s panties down to her knees before pushing her down onto her back on the floor. Staring at me again, Marianne removed her own panties and sat down on Sharon’s face in a reverse facesit. I could barely see the top of my wife’s head under Marianne’s butt. She did a slow grind on Sharon, demanding that she please her. Marianne rode my wife frontward and backward for several minutes, and then let her full weight down on Sharon’s face until she lost consciousness. “I don’t want to get off her” she admitted, “you’ll have to help me off.” I knew what she meant, so I lifted her off of Sharon. Looking down at her beaten rival, Marianne said “She’s not going anywhere for a while…that is, if you want me…” Marianne was cut off by my kiss, and I led her upstairs to show my appreciation for her efforts. Needless to say, my wife never wrestled again.

(story by cutter41)

KNOCK OUT NUDE CATFIGHTS

Sharon looked great in her pink bra and panties, her long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. She had kept a nice figure despite having children. Marianne emerged from the bathroom in a black bra and panties, showing off her uniform tan and voluptuous breasts. I took a moment to compare the two women silently. Marianne’s arms were twice the size of Sharon’s, as were her thighs. She offered a handshake to Sharon.”Well, are you ready?”, she asked. My wife nodded mutely. Neither woman had wrestled before, so they were both nervous. Marianne had told me that she had watched a lot of wrestling on TV, since we planned this, so that she’d be as ready as possible.

The two women started circling each other, waiting for an opening and not wanting to commit themselves. Marianne was slowly closing in on Sharon, trying to corner her as they circled. She reached out for Sharon, but my wife ducked under her arm and slipped past her. Sharon placed her foot behind Marianne’s ankle, grabbed her arm and tried to trip her to the floor. She succeeded, but Marianne pulled her down with her.

Now both women were on the floor, trying to gain an advantage. Sharon landed on top of Marianne and tried to straddle and pin her, but my larger lover threw her off to her side. Legs and arms entangled as each woman tried to gain an advantage, and they rolled over a couple times. After a few moments of this struggle, Marianne grabbed Sharon’s ponytail, pulled her head backward to the floor, then rolled on top of my wife, pressing her larger body to my wife’s. “I got you now!” she exclaimed. Sharon struggled frantically beneath the big blonde, but Marianne spread her legs out wide for stability and pinned Sharon’s wrists to the floor. Sliding up just a little, she pressed her big boobs into Sharon’s chest. My wife was kicking her legs wildly but couldn’t buck Marianne off of her. I moved to the other couch, just beyond their heads. My wife’s smaller breasts had disappeared beneath Marianne’s. The big blonde snaked her legs between Sharon’s and grapevined them, stretching them wide. Her oppressive weight began to make breathing hard for Sharon, and my wife’s arms stopped straining aginst Marianne. The blonde looked up at me and winked. This had been relatively easy for her. “Please, I can’t breathe” my wife grunted. Marianne slid up on her a little further, keeping her wrists pinned over her head. Just as Sharon took in a bigger breath, Marianne lowered her big boobs onto her face. The thin black material of her bra did little to hide the stiff nipples inside of the cups. She bobbed them on Sharon’s face a couple times, then laid them heavily over her face, depriving her of air. Marianne lifted her head, looked at me and winked. After a long minute of this, she got up and helped Sharon to a seated position. “I guess round one goes to me. Are you okay?” She sounded genuinely concerned. Sharon nodded as she gulped air.

Marianne helped my wife to her feet. Holding her hands, she looked at Sharon and said “Let me know when you’re ready to continue.” Again, she smiled and winked at me. I was relieved to find she was enjoying herself. After a few minutes, Marianne repeated “Are you ready to continue?” Sharon nodded. Marianne moved in and the two women locked hands, struggling for supremacy. Sharon held her own for a while, but soon Marianne was driving her backward. Sharon released her hands to get free, but Marianne spun her around and wrapped her up in a bearhug from behind, crushing her waist from behind as she lifted Sharon up off of her feet. Squeezing her hard, she shook Sharon like a rag doll as my wife grunted and struggled, pounding her fists on Marianne’s forearms and kicking her heels into the blonde’s shins. Marianne responded with an even tighter squeeze. “Aghhhh!” Sharon gasped as her kicks weakened. Marianne shook her some more, holding the hug until my wife’s arms dropped to her sides….

TO BE CONTINUED

OILED BEAUTIES WRESTLING

I first met Marianne in an internet chatroom, and we hit it off immediately. Chatting led to private messaging, then to phone calls and picture exchanges, and finally to an erotic meeting at a motel. Since we both were married, we had to be discreet. Marianne was everything my wife, Sharon, wasn’t. She was a voluptuous blonde, with 42DD breasts and very short blonde hair. She was sexually aggressive and adventurous, a small BBW at 5′7″ and 190 lbs. We had a wonderful time. At one point she asked me about my sexual fantasies, and I told her I would love to see her wrestle my wife. She had seen a picture of my wife, and her eyes lit up at the prospect of proving herself superior to Sharon and she readily agreed. We began to plan a way to set it up without my wife knowing we already knew each other.

Sharon had never wrestled before. At 5′6″, 125 lbs with a 36B chest, she is a stunning brunette who turns heads wherever she goes. She knew of my interest in female wrestling but never really approved of it; however, she agreed to a friendly match as a birthday present for me. We looked at various ads and profiles until I came across the perfect one for her, a woman new to wrestling….Marianne. Her profile described her as being smaller than she was to avoid intimidating Sharon. They exchanged messages, then spoke on the phone, and Marianne agreed to come to our house for a match. Of course, she told Sharon her husband was coming along, too. We made arrangements for our kids to be away that evening. My wife was a little nervous, but she said it all was a little exciting.

Finally, the evening of the match arrived. We met Marianne’s car downtown and led her back to our house. Once she pulled in, she explained that her husband had to work and that she trusted us enough to come alone. We went inside and had a glass of wine to break the ice between Sharon and our guest. It was all very cordial, but I could see my wife warily viewing her much larger foe. Marianne was excellent at not letting on that we already knew each other. After our drinks, we went downstairs to the family room. The girls had agreed to wrestle in bra and panties, and Marianne went into the bathroom to change.

“She’s pretty big”, my wife said as she stripped down to her Victoria’s Secret pink lace bra and panties. “Don’t worry, she looks out of shape”, I reassured her. “Besides”, I continued, “it’s just a friendly match.” We had already agreed on certain rules: no scratching, biting, punching of the face or mauling of any kind. If either woman got too angry, I would intervene. I had arranged the two sofas in our family room against the walls at the edge of the burbur carpet, giving the girls plenty of room to wrestle……

TO BE CONTINUED

HOT CHICKS WRESTLING