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CFNF Wrestling -- Lisa Comshaw, etc.
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Lisa Comshaw is not the only wrestler to be stripped and humiliated in the ring by Robin, aka Fightbabe.
Here, big-footed brunette Yana took on Robin in a bikini match only to find herself naked and flat on her back against the clothed blond veteran fighter. Fans of interracial wrestling also should enjoy this one, even though it deflates the stereotype that blacks always defeat white blonds in one-sided catfights. |
CFNF Wrestling -- Lisa Comshaw, etc.
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Here are some more CFNF fight photos:
-- The first five depict the end of Robin’s backyard victory over Lisa Comshaw. Note the look of hatred on naked Lisa’s face in photo No. 5. -- Two black women engage in a seemingly friendly CFNF beach fight. -- A clothed blond gets a healthy grip on a naked brunette’s long hair. -- A clothed brunette picks a fight with a naked blond sunning herself at poolside. -- In the final two photos of the Lisa vs. Yana match, bikinied Robin pins topless Yana and the two laugh about something after the first fall. At the end of the fight it was doubtful that a nude and humiliated Yana had anything to laugh at. |
Another scenario
Anyone have any interest in a scenario in which the fight takes place between a mother and a daughter/stepdaughter? What i envision is a young middle-aged woman being dominated by a 19-21 daughter or stepdaughter. Mom ends up nude and defeated in front of friends and possibly even family?
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I'd rather see the step-mom dominate the younger woman.
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how about a girl is caught kissing a girls bf at bar?
Like see the angry gf strip & punish her rival in a bar full of people or get the stripping herself. |
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CFNF fight story
The following is my favorite CFNF fight story of all time.
I did not write it. I found it on another catfight story board. No author was listed. I first read this story a few years ago but lost the web site on which I read it and forgot about it. I was surfing the web the other day and ran across the story and thought readers of this board might enjoy it. (After all, not everyone is a member of every message board on any one subject.) I wish the author would come forward and write a follow-up story describing in detail the week of torture that wuld follow for Leslie and her poor friends. If not, I am planning to write a sequel to this story, having all of the girls, now in their 40s, return for a 25-year reunion and meeting up at the same hotel for another rip-roaring fight. The story will feature the women flashing back to that fateful week that would change -- and in effect, ruin -- Dana, Leslie's and Kathy's lives. I have not yet decided whether the once-humiliated teens who went on to liv dreary white trash lives will get their long-awaited revenge or if the now wealthy and powerful Cindy, Jeanette and Kelly will once again demolish their hated rivals. This story I am posting contains not one, but two detailed CFNF fights. The second one -- the climactic beach fight between Leslie and Jeannette -- is well-written and just simply a treasure for this genre. This story is on target ENF and really sexy. I have edited it slightly to correct gramatical errors and spellings, censor the language to fit this board's rules and to reduce it's great length. Also, I have changed a few paragraphs to add more detail to particular holds. The story will be posted in 11 parts because of its great length. I hope you fans of CFNF wrestling/catfighting enjoy it as much as I do: Spring Break Catfight By Unknown “Oh my god did you see the look on his face?” laughed Leslie after her friend Dana flashed her big boobs at a guy they passed on the interstate. “Do that one,” Kathy encouraged pointing at an expensive SUV they were about to pass. “Okay,” Dana agreed enjoying the attention her jugs were attracting. Leslie the driver honked the horn as Dana prepared to show herself to the passengers of the SUV. The three girls in the compact car giggled as they were about to laugh at the surprised look on the faces of their next flashing victims. “Oh shit!” Dana exclaimed when she recognized whom she had just flashed. Leslie looked over to see a girl shooting them the finger and then saw the face of the owner of the finger. “Damn,” Leslie muttered and then sped on ahead of the SUV. “Of all the f*cking people on the road I had to flash that bi*ch,” Dana stated. There was a moment of silence and then all three girls burst into laughter. A month earlier Dana had stolen the boyfriend of the girl driving the SUV. The reason for the break up was the tits Dana had just flashed. Cindy, the driver of the SUV was rich had the best body of the school she attended of the town all of the women were from. Cindy had everything money, looks, a high GPA and she dated the star quarterback of the private school's football team. And she had a scholarship to a major university. Unfortunately, for Cindy, her boyfriend Rich was a boob man and one afternoon at the mall, he caught sight of Dana from the town's public school, bouncing out of one of the stores. They started talking then flirting and by that night, they were out at the local lake at the make out area where she was in the back of his convertible paying homage to his sizable cock with her mouth. Rich dropped Cindy the next day and she was humiliated she had lost her boyfriend to a big boobed public school tramp. “Well she knows now what her ex-boyfriend is getting,” Leslie said. In the SUV Cindy gritted her teeth as she watched the car carrying the giggling teens that just flashed her. “Oh my god did you just see that?” Jeanette asked. “F*cking bi*ches,” Cindy muttered as she tossed her perfect blonde hair that framed her model like face over her shoulder as she turned to talk to her beat friend. “That’s just like that cow uddered bi*ch to flash her floppy tits to everyone,” Kelly added from the backseat. “We should kick their asses,” Jeanette suggested. There was a moment of silence as Cindy contemplated Jeannette’s thoughts. She desperately wanted to get back at Dana for the humiliation she suffered from losing her boyfriend to the girl she considered a trashy wh*r*. Cindy loved the thought of sinking her nails into the soft blubbery flesh of Dana’s jugs as the girl screamed out in pain. Why Rich dumped Cindy for a low class wh*r* was beyond her. She had everything Dana did not from her long toned and tanned legs to her flat stomach and perky perfect proportioned breasts. She had Dana beat in every department but one -- those huge tits the dark haired girl flaunted in front of everyone. “When the time is right she is going to get hers,” Cindy muttered to her friends. Jeanette looked over at her friend with her sparkling blue eyes and smiled at Cindy while playing with her dark blonde hair. She nodded her head in agreement. “F*ck them. Lets just go and have a great week,” Jeanette said trying to change the subject and put her friend in a better mood. End of Part 1 |
Spring Break Catfight Part 2
Leslie, Dana, and Kathy had just checked into the hotel and were about to head to the elevator to get to their room when they stopped in their tracks after seeing who walked into the lobby. “Un-f*cking believable,” Dana mumbled to Leslie. “F*ck,” Leslie answered. “Well if it isn’t the udder flasher and her sl*t friends,” Cindy sneered. “I thought I smelled something rotten,” Jeanette chimed in. “Take a bath and that smell might go away,” Kathy replied. “F*ck you bi*ch!” Jeanette angrily said as Leslie and Dana laughed at their friend's comment. “I ought to kick your skanky ass right here,” Jeanette countered. “You bi*ches better stay out of our way,” Cindy warned. “We will go where we want when we want and talk to who we want and there isn’t a thing you stuck up spoiled bi*ches can do about it,” Dana warned. “That’s right,” Leslie said as she stepped up chest to chest to Jeanette. “Really, well how about we come down to your room after we check in and see if we can’t do anything about it," Cindy said. "We’ll kick your trailer trash asses out of here.” “Come on down c*nt!” Dana answered. “Losers go home,” Leslie added. “You’re on, bi*ches. See you in about thirty minutes.” Jeanette said. “You shouldn’t bother checking in,” Kathy said as she bent down to pick up her bags. Jeanette Cindy and Kelly watched the three girls head into the elevator before heading to the front desk and checking in. Thoughts of the upcoming fight were swirling in their heads. The rich girls focused so much on kicking Dana and her friends' asses that they didn’t even have time to flirt with the muscular college guys who were ogling the girls' hot bodies. Leslie, Dana, and Kathy arrived at their room on the fourth floor. It wasn’t overlooking the beach. They couldn’t afford that or the bottom floor room that had sliding glass doors right on the beach. They didn’t care. Before they checked in they were looking forward to partying together probably for the last time as group before heading off on their separate ways. Now all they thought about were the rich bi*ches and what they were going to do to them. “Do you think they will show?” Kathy asked. “Yeah, Cindy is stupid I’m sure she thinks she can kick my ass," Dana replied. "But I’ll show her.” “I got dibs on that cheer sl*t Jeanette,” Leslie said while throwing a suitcase in the corner of the room. Kathy breathed a sigh of relief because the only girl who scared her was Jeanette. The tall blonde cheerleader was solid without much fat and she had muscular legs. Kathy figured she measured up well with the other cheerleader Kelly, who was built similar to Kathy in height and weight. The biggest difference between Kathy and Kelly was skin tone and hair color. Kathy had alabaster skin with a generous amount of freckles where Kelly had a salon tan with smooth flawless skin. The other area of difference between the Kelly and Kathy was that Kelly's boobs put Kathy's in the shade. Whenever the redhead encountered the rich girls she heard comments about her flat chest. Leslie looked forward to the brawl more than her friends did. She had endured countless taunts from Jeanette and the other cheerleaders. But Jeanette took s things further than the rest. The taunts of dyke and other disgusting lesbian references rang in her ears as Jeanette cheered from courtside at the basketball games where the in-town rivals played. The rich private school always beat Leslie's public school teams in all the major sports boys and girls. Jeanette loved to rub that fact in as Leslie headed to the locker room after the games. Leslie hated the private school that picked the best athletes in the city offering good-paying jobs to their parents. Today was the day Jeanette would feel the taste of defeat, Leslie was sure. Dana wasn’t looking forward to the fight but she knew it was something she had to do if her relationship with Rich had a chance to succeed. Cindy had been trying to undermine the relationship since he dumped Cindy and started seeing Dana. She thought if she could kick Cindy's ass good the blonde bi*ch would leave her and Rich alone for good. Dana and Kathy changed out of their skirts Dana slipped into a pair of denim shorts while Kathy put on a pair of lycra shorts. Leslie was already were a pair of shorts and changed into a tank top style shirt. Kathy and Dana wore t-shirts. There was a knock at the door. “It’s them,” Leslie said before opening the door. End of Part 2 |
Spring Break Catfight Part 3
Cindy was the first through the door followed by Jeanette and then Kelly. Leslie stood behind the group as Cindy made her way to stand face-to-face with Dana. Dana had her hands on her hips thrusting her D cups at Cindy. Jeanette wheeled around and stepped toward Leslie while brushing Kelly aside. Leslie stared back at Jeanette as she slowly nodded. Kelly stood behind Cindy as Kathy stood behind Dana waiting for something to happen. “You shouldn’t have bothered unpacking,” Cindy said after seeing that Dana had changed clothes. “I’m not going anywhere,” Dana replied, not taking her eyes of Cindy. “Nowhere but down,” Cindy replied and then reached out to slap Dana with one hand while grabbing the busty girl’s black hair. The slap had little effect as Dana turned her head to avoid the blow but the blonde’s hand successfully gripped Dana's hair. Dana screamed as Cindy yanked hard on the captured locks. In retaliation, Dana reached out grabbing the front of Cindy's top pulling the blonde toward her. Cindy stumbled forward as she continued to pull Dana's hair as the two girls collided with each other. Their momentum caused the two screaming felines to tumble onto one of the two queen beds in the room. Dana and Cindy landed on their sides facing each other. Dana managed to get her own hold on Cindy's hair and both girls began a tug of war jerking each other’s head in all directions. Jeanette and Leslie sprang at each other. They didn’t bother with grabbing hair. They grabbed each other around the waist trying to fling the other to the floor. They crashed into the door then against the sliding closet door knocking it from its hinges. They whirled around until tripping over each other. Leslie and Jeanette fell in a garbled heap on the hard-tiled floor of the bathroom. The two big girls fought for top position. That was followed by face slapping and hair pulling. The two kicked at each other as they lay on their sides facing each other. Arms flailed jockeying for position as each tried to roll on top of the other. Jeanette's strength surprised Leslie as she had trouble overpowering the cheerleader. Leslie had figured her height at 5’11 -- a good two to three inches than Jeanette -- and her athletic background would be enough to control Jeanette. But the rich girl obviously worked out regularly as Leslie couldn’t quite pin Jeanette's arms down. As her thighs brushed against Jeanette's legs, Leslie could feel the muscles in the blonde’s legs working hard. Leslie was grudgingly impressed. After watching Dana and Cindy fall onto the bed, Kelly leapt into action as she dashed straight ahead and crashed into a surprised Kathy who had been paying too much attention to Dana and Cindy. Kelly put her head down and barreled into Kathy head-first, knocking the redhead onto the floor on her back. Kelly wasted little time grabbing and securing Kathy's arms after landing on top of the redhead. Before she knew what happened Kathy was on her back with Kelly straddling her chest looking down at Kathy with a cruel smile on her face. “Gotcha tiny tits!” Kelly taunted and then slapped the trapped redhead. Kelly planned on just pinning Kathy down and riding out the end of the fight until she saw Cindy struggling with Dana. She couldn’t see Jeanette and Leslie. After a moment's thought Kelly scooted up and fought to get Kathy's arms wedged under Kelly’s knees. Kathy kicked and struggled but lost the battle. Kelly trapped Kathy's forearms under Kelly’s knees. Defenseless, Kathy cringed as Kelly drew back then began to slap the trapped girl. When she had Kathy crying from her stinging blows, Kelly grabbed a handful of Kathy's hair and then slammed her head against the floor. It didn’t take Kathy long to give up the fight. She tearfully begged Kelly to stop. Kelly slowly rose to her feet and warned Kathy to “Stay put.” Kelly kicked the downed girl in the ribs before heading to the bed where Cindy and Dana were fighting. Kathy rolled away from the kick holding her head and crying in pain and fear. On the bed, Cindy and Dana were in a stalemate both girls were still on their sides slapping and pulling hair. Both girls’ faces were red and scratched. Both fought back tears, trying to keep from giving the other the satisfaction of seeing them cry. Cindy and Dana had both began to use there legs as weapons trying to knee and kick the other girl in the crotch. Kelly swooped down on Dana, grabbing the busty girl’s shirt and pulling her away from Cindy. A relieved Cindy rose to her knees as she watched Dana struggle to free herself from Kelly’s grip. While Dana was reaching back, over her head to pull Kelly around from behind her, Cindy balled her fist and, with a roundhouse swing, busted Dana's right boob, knocking it into her left. The blow felt so good to Cindy she did it a second time, relishing the feel of her fist sinking into the soft flesh of her hated rival. Dana immediately dropped her hands from Kelly’s hair to defend her prized boobs. End of Part 3 |
Spring Break Catfight Part 4
Kelly let go of Dana's shirt. She reached around and grabbed Dana's arms and pulled them down to the busty girl’s side. A helpless Dana looked over at Cindy who had an evil smile on her scratched and splotchy red face. With no mercy, Cindy wailed on Dana's jutting tits. Cindy slapped, punched and tried to pinch Dana's tits through her bra. On occasion, Cindy went lower with her punches to give Dana's gut a dose of abuse. But, for the most part, Dana's jugs took the brunt of Cindy's wrath. “How do you like your udders now bi*ch?” Cindy asked rhetorically to a crying Dana. “Go check on Jeanette,” Cindy said to Kelly, as Dana seemed to give up the fight and take her beating. As Kelly let go of Dana to head off to find Jeanette, Cindy pushed Dana on her back. The busty girl fell back with her head hanging off the bed and Cindy straddled Dana's stomach. Cindy continued her tit assault as Dana kicked and twisted to throw Cindy off her. Dana had little leverage as Cindy easily kept her dark haired foe under control. The blows that took the fight completely out of Dana came when Cindy clasped her hands together and brought them crashing down onto Dana's exposed stomach and crotch. Kelly followed the grunting noises coming from the bathroom and found Jeanette and Leslie on their knees with fingers interlocked above their heads trying to force the other to the floor. She thought about pulling Leslie over on her back as she had done to Dana but decided instead to hurt the tall athletic girl. Kelly drew back her foot and launched a soccer style kick to Leslie's exposed crotch. As soon as the foot struck it’s intended target, Jeanette was able to throw Leslie to the side making the stunned girl crash against the bathroom sink cabinet and then bounce to the floor. Wasting no time Jeanette climbed on top of the taller girl who was cringing on her side. In a fluid movement, Jeanette rolled onto her side while slipping her legs around Leslie's midsection executing a perfect leg scissors. Leslie groaned as she felt Jeanette's strong legs tighten around her injured ribs and stomach. Kelly secured Leslie's arms and watched Jeanette torture the trapped girl with her legs. “Nighty night Lezzy.” Jeanette cooed as she wrapped her hands around Leslie's neck. “Oh my God don’t kill her!” Kelly yelled. Jeanette winked at her friend as Leslie's eyes bulged out. Leslie fought to breathe. The trapped girl gagged and shook her head as she panicked from the loss of breath. As soon as she felt Leslie go limp, Jeanette released her grip on the brunette’s neck. After checking Leslie's breathing, she nodded at Kelly and then untangled her legs from the passed out girl’s waist. “She’s just out. She’ll be alright,” Jeanette assured Kelly. “Let’s go check on Cindy.” Jeanette suggested. “She’s got her by the boobs!” Kelly replied with a laugh. Kelly and Jeanette walked out of the bathroom to find Cindy still atop Dana working over the beaten girl’s now naked boobs. Cindy was twisting and pulling on a nipple. Dana was crying. “Watch this.” Cindy said and then pulled on Dana's captured nipple and stretched her tit as far as she could pull. Jeanette and Kelly laughed watching Dana's udder stretch to its max and snap back against her chest after Cindy let it go. “Oh my god.” Jeanette laughed. “This is so much fun.” Cindy exclaimed as she slapped Dana's bare tits back and forth. Kelly saw Kathy stirring on the other side of the bed and made a dash to continue her fight. Kathy cringed in fear as she retreated to a corner seeing her friend defeated. “Come here bi*ch!” Kelly yelled as she grabbed Kathy by an arm to pull her away from the wall. It didn’t take much effort for Kelly to control the frightened redhead as she maneuvered behind Kathy while twisting the cringing girl’s arms behind her back. After immobilizing Kathy's arms, she walked the captured girl over to the bed to where she had a close up view of Cindy torturing Dana. Jeannette jumped into the action and straddled Dana's neck, facing Cindy while pulling Dana's face into the seat of Jeanette's shorts. Jeanette crossed her ankles and then squeezed her thighs cutting off Dana's air. The trapped girl kicked her legs frantically as Jeanette suffocated the busty girl into unconsciousness. “That was easy,” Cindy commented giving Dana's naked boobs one last slap before climbing off the passed out girl. “Alright bi*ch, when those two c*nts wake up pack your shit and check the f*ck out,” Jeanette told Kathy. Kathy started to respond when Cindy interrupted her. “No, wait. I have a better idea -- let’s have some fun with them,” Cindy said. “What?” Jeanette asked. “You’ll see,” Cindy replied with a evil glint in her eyes. End of Part 4 |
Spring Break Catfight Part 5
Leslie awoke face down with her face on something soft. As she rose up and focused on what her face had been resting on she realized it was a woman’s pubic mound. After scrambling away from whomever it was, Leslie realized it was her best friend on her back, naked, and spread-eagle. Leslie felt the cool room air on her bare skin and realized she too had been stripped nude. Panic struck the confused girl as she looked around for Kathy and realized her friend was not in the room. Leslie shook Dana awake and noticed the scratches on her best friend’s big boobs. She breathed a sigh of relief as Dana began to stir to consciousness. As Dana began to focus, Leslie noticed her luggage and purse were missing. “Leslie,” Dana said groggily. “Dana, I don’t know what happened but all our stuff is gone and Kat is missing,” Leslie cried. “Oh my god, I’m naked. Oh shit my tits!” Dana said as she rubbed her aching udders. Leslie looked around and noticed a note on top of the dresser. “Shit, those f*cking bi*ches.” Leslie murmured. Leslie read the note: “Hey losers, if you want your clothes, money, and friend, put on the two towels we left for you and come down to room 133. Otherwise we're taking your clothes to Goodwill, spending your money and kicking your friend out of the hotel room naked as you are in the morning. "Don’t bother calling the hotel security or police. My uncle is part owner of this hotel and I’ve known the manager since I was a little girl. "P.S. you two look hot together all knocked out and naked. The pictures came out really great! If you don’t want them floating around on the internet do what I say. And don’t think that was the only pose we had you in when you woke up. Do you like the way each other smells? See ya bi*ches in a little while -- Cindy.” “Oh God we can’t go down there,” Dana whined. “We don’t have a choice unless you want those pictures floating around on the 'net," Leslie said. "And think about Kat. We can’t leave her. Besides they have our keys.” “F*ck it. I’ll call the police. I bet they don’t own them.” Dana argued. “Dana, face it we lost. Do you really want everybody else to find out about this? They will probably pay a little fine or their daddies will get them a good lawyer and at worst they will get probation, if anything. They've got us,” Leslie replied. Dana put her head down and began to cry. Leslie hugged her friend for support and cried herself. “It’s not fair -- it’s just not fair!” Dana whined. “I know, but we don’t have to put up with them much longer. We’ll be gone after the summer and we'll never see them again. Let’s go down there get our stuff back and get out of here,” Leslie suggested. “You know it won’t be that simple. There is no telling what they will make us do. They will hold this over our heads forever.” Dana countered. Leslie knew deep down Dana was right but she didn’t see any other way out of their predicament. Going to the police would just bring on more torment and public humiliation. Leslie could just see the pictures floating around the internet. And if the papers in her hometown got a hold of the story, she would never live it down. “I know Dana but let’s just tell them they won and that they are better and we are sorry. Let them have their fun and then, as much as I hate to do it, beg them to leave us alone,” Leslie said. “Alright let’s get it over with,” Dana replied. The girls each grabbed a towel and tried to fix them to cover all their private parts. Dana chest didn’t allow her to knot the towel around her so she had to hold the two ends together. There was an enticing opening down her right side revealing her the side of her boob and thighs. She knew she had no chance of passing the towel off as covering a bathing suit. A person looking at her would know Dana was naked except for the towel. Leslie's problem was with her tall body. The bottom of the towel barely covered her ass and if she lowered it to cover her bottom the top of her nipple peeked out over the top. The two dreaded leaving the room dressed as they were and decided to take the stairs and hope nobody saw them. End of Part 5 |
Spring Break Catfight Part 6
As they were getting ready to leave, Dana realized that Cindy and her friends had even taken their room keys. Horrible thoughts filled the defeated girls' heads. They imagined all the things that could happen to them once they left the safety of their room. Leslie peeked down the hall a couple of times to check for people. It was the afternoon and there were plenty of people coming and going. “We’ll never get out of here without being seen. There is a room party six doors down from ours.” Leslie commented. “F*ck it, let’s just go.” Dana said with a defeated tone in her voice. Leslie nodded her head and opened the door. Dana followed her taller friend out the door and down the hall making a beeline straight for the exit stairs. They heard wolf whistles and catcalls before they made it to the stair’s doors. On the way down the stairs, they ran into a group of girls and heard several comments about their outfits. Leslie heard one girl call them a sl*t. On the bottom floor there were even more people. Laughter and taunting filled their ears. Leslie knocked on room 133 and waited for an answer. She heard giggling on the other side of the door. Dana turned red. “Who is it?” a voice asked. “It’s us,” Leslie answered. There was more giggling “Who?” The voice asked. “Leslie and Dana,” Leslie replied. “I’m sorry we are waiting for a couple of bi*ches. Are you the bi*ches?” The voice asked. “Yes,” Leslie said with a sigh. “Say it then,” the voice demanded. “We are the bi*ches,” Leslie said after moments pause. A couple of bikini-clad girls passing by stopped and laughed, thinking a couple of their friends were playing a prank on the girls. “I sorry I didn’t hear you,” the voice said. “We’re the bi*ches!” Leslie said with more volume. The bikinied girls, standing no more than a foot from the toweled gals, laughed louder. All four girls saw a group of guys heading their way. The bikinied beauties decided to make Leslie and Dana's life even more miserable. With a nod to each other, the girls in the swimsuits reached out and ripped off Leslie's and Dana's towels and then took off running down the hall laughing. “Oh my god, open the f*cking door!” a naked Dana screamed, crouching behind an equally nude Leslie. Leslie could hear the giggling turn to laughter behind the door as she desperately tried to cover herself with her hands. The guys coming down the hall cheered and picked up their pace heading toward Dana and Leslie. “Say please,” the voice demanded. “Please, oh god, please open the door,” Leslie said almost crying now. Just before the horny, drunken guys were in arm's reach of Leslie and Dana, the door swung open and the nude girls dashed into the room. End of Part 6 |
Spring Break Catfight Part 7
Once in the room, the first thing Leslie and Dana noticed was that they were being videotaped. Kelly had a camcorder and Jeanette had a digital camera. The next thing they noticed was Kathy sitting naked at the table by the sliding glass door leading out to the beach, her arms and legs tied to the chair. “Come on drop those hands and smile for the cameras, losers.” Cindy demanded after closing the door in the guys' faces. Leslie dropped her hands but refused to smile while Dana kept her right arm across her chest and her left hand down covering her pussy. “I said drop your hands sl*t.” Cindy ordered Dana. Dana thought for a minute about renewing their fight but knew the odds of her winning were slim, especially against a fully cothed rival. And Dana knew the repercussions against her and her tender prized boobs would be severe. So Dana slowly lowered her hands showing off Cindy's handy work from the previous fight. Jeanette took a full body nude photo of Dana and then focused on the thick but slim patch of pubic hair the dark haired busty girl sported. Cindy ordered Dana to turn around so Kelly and Jeanette could record Dana's bare backside. Jeanette and Kelly did the same to Leslie but Dana was the focus of the humiliation. “I take it you read the note," Cindy said. "We have decided that instead of sending you home we will have a little fun with you this week. "As long as you do what we say none of this will get back home. We’ll keep the photos and the videos to keep you quiet. I promise we won’t show them to anyone. Now if you start acting like bi*ches the deal is off,” Cindy offered. Dana contemplated telling Cindy to “fuck off” but begrudgingly agreed to the terms, as did Leslie. “Good, now Leslie put your hands behind your back and turn around.” Cindy ordered. Leslie did as she was told and Jeanette began to tie Leslie's hands behind her back with a bra. Dana looked on with worry as Jeanette bound her friend. She had never seen Leslie look so defeated and helpless. That thought scared her. “Alright Dana, bend over and grab your ankles feet wide apart.” Cindy commanded. With a slight hesitation, Dana did as she was told, giving Cindy, Jeanette and Kelly an excellent view of her most private parts. With a smile on her face, Cindy placed one hand on Dana's back to keep the busty girl bent at the waist while raising her right hand high in the air. Cindy winked at Jeanette who had grabbed the camera awaiting the action with a giggle. A loud smack filled the room followed by a howl of pain as soon as Cindy's hand made contact with Dana's bare ass. Cindy let rip with several blows to Dana's tender soft backside that had the girl crying almost immediately in shame and pain. Leslie looked on watching her friend’s ass redden from the beating and knowing she was probably next. As the spanking continued, she looked around at Kathy to see if she was all right and the sight frightened her. Kathy had a pair of panties stuffed in her mouth, her small tits were circled with lipstick in the form of two targets, and her face heavily made up with rouge lipstick and mascara to make her look like a wh*r*. They made eye contact for a moment and then Kathy dropped her gaze to the floor in shame. Cindy and her friends continued to humiliate Dana and her friends throughout the afternoon until the sun went down. They took countless photos of the embarrassed girls downloaded them to Jeanette's laptop and then emailed them to their addresses. As most of the hotel occupants headed out to restaurants to eat before filling the bars and clubs. Cindy, Jeanette, and Kelly were having so much fun humiliating Dana, Leslie, and Kathy they stayed in and ordered a pizza. Jeanette made Leslie answer the door naked and pay the delivery guy. As Cindy and her friends ate, Dana and her friends knelt beside each other. Cindy and her friends finished eating before allowing Dana and her group to eat the leftover crust. End of Part 7 |
Spring Break Catfight Part 8
Jeanette watched Leslie's reaction as they humiliated her. But something was missing. Jeanette didn’t see the complete devastation in the proud girl’s eyes she had hoped to see. It took a while for Jeanette to come up with a plan that would crush Leslie. After pulling Cindy into a corner and discussing her plan, Cindy reluctantly agreed. Jeannette began to put her plan into action by getting in Leslie's face trying to goad her into action. A couple of times Leslie balled her fist to start a fight but then backed down. “What’s wrong bi*ch?” Jeanette asked rhetorically bumping into Leslie’s bare chest. “I know what your problem is -- you still think your better than me. Well, you are not.” Leslie showed great restrain as Jeanette made her offer. “Why don’t we walk down the beach -- just you and me -- and see whose the better woman," Jeanette said. "You beat me and you and your friends can go home." “And if I lose?” Leslie inquired. “We keep having fun with you and you’ll know deep down that I’m better and your nothing,” Jeanette replied. "I suppose you are going to make me fight you naked," Leslie said. "Oh no," Jeanette said. "We'll both wear bikinis. I don't want you to say after the fight that i had any advantage going in. I want you to lose fair and square." Jeanette pointed to a dresser that contained Dana, Leslie, and Kathy's underwear, swimsuits and dresses. She told Leslie to pick out her swimsuit. Leslie pulled on her suit. Jeanette came walking out of the bathroom wearing a bright yellow bikini that hung low on her waist and a top that showed a good amount of cleavage but provided good support. Leslie's black bikini showed a little more boob and ass than Jeanette's and the small strings holding the front and back of her bottoms tied on the side. “Let’s go,” Jeanette ordered. The two tall girls walked down the beach silently until they rounded a bend that was private. Leslie eyed Jeanette waiting for the girl to say something. A smiling Jeanette looking over Leslie's body made her more than a little nervous. The two girls glared at each other for what seemed like an eternity to Leslie before Jeanette spoke. “Loser walks back naked,” Jeanette said Leslie didn’t answer. She didn’t have time as Jeanette rushed her. The athletic brunette was able to dodge the onrushing cheerleader just in time to keep from getting knocked over. Jeanette rushed by Leslie and then wheeled around just in time to see Leslie turn and face her. Jeanette approached Leslie with more caution with her hands held up in front of her open palms out. Leslie crouched slightly before lunging at the blonde. Jeanette braced herself to meet the brown-haired girl head on. The cheerleader grabbed Leslie's right hand with her left and snaked her left around Leslie's neck as Leslie reached out to encircle the blonde’s waist. Jeanette used Leslie's momentum to wheel the charging girl around and before Leslie knew what happened she was in a headlock with her cheek pressed tightly against the cheerleader’s taunt waist. Leslie heard Jeanette giggle just before the blonde flung her down on the sand. A stunned Leslie scrambled to her feet after rolling on the beach to see Jeanette standing casually with her hands on her hips, a grin plastered on the cheerleaders face. The blonde winked at Leslie as she took her hands off her hips and crouched back into a fighting position. Leslie mimicked Jeanette's stance and decided to let the blonde make the first move. She didn’t have to wait long before Jeanette came at Leslie. The blonde reached out and intertwined her fingers with the crouching brunette. They tried to force each other to their knees. Leslie strained with all her might trying to force Jeanette's wrists back but the blonde refused to budge. The two fighters seemed to realize they couldn’t topple each other at the same time and began the tripping dance. Without the confines of the hotel room walls, Leslie and Jeanette danced and hopped around each other with reckless abandon. It looked like tripping each other would be a futile effort until Jeanette accidenally put her barefoot on a stick in the sand, causing her to recoil in pain. With the blonde hopping on one foot, Leslie easily pushed Jeanette to the sand. Seizing her opportunity, Leslie dropped down on top of Jeanette who was almost able to roll away from the descending brunette. But Leslie was able land on Jeanette. The blonde continued to roll taking the brunette with her. Leslie found herself face-to-face on her side with Jeanette. The two struggled and kicked, trying for top position until Jeanette gave up on that strategy, and wrapped her thighs around Leslie's kicking legs. “Shit!” Leslie screamed when she felt Jeanette's surprisingly powerful thighs wrap around hers. Hearing her opponent wail in pain Jeanette poured on the pressure. Leslie grunted as she tried to push her thighs apart but, with Jeanette's strength and leverage, she had no chance. In a panic, Leslie slapped and punched at Jeanette. The blonde took a few blows before successfully capturing Leslie's wrists. “Gotcha bi*ch.” Jeanette triumphantly said. Leslie shook her arms to free herself and kicked her legs but had little effect. To her chagrin, the brunette realized she was trapped. She stopped struggling to save her energy and steeled herself to take the pain that Jeanette dished out. Jeanette had a smile ion her face as she felt Leslie stop struggling and changed her tactic. Instead of applying constant pressure, the blonde would ease off her grip and then squeeze hard. Jeanette loved hearing Leslie groan in pain. Gritting her teeth, Leslie tried not to let the blonde know she was hurting her. Just when Leslie thought she could take no more pain, Jeanette released the hold, pushed Leslie way, and scrambled to her feet. Leslie rolled to her stomach pushed herself up on all fours and then tried to scramble to her feet. She stumbled a bit as some of the feeling was gone from her legs. Jeanette laughed at the awkward way Leslie rose from the ground. End of Part 8 |
Spring Break Catfight Part 9
As Leslie tried to rub the some feeling back into her legs, Jeanette charged her. She barely had time to put up her hands to catch the charging blonde. Jeanette easily toppled the taller brunette over landing on top of the surprised Leslie. Leslie fought hard but Jeanette was able to scramble on top of Leslie straddling her waist. As Leslie grabbed for some part of Jeanette's body to pull her over, Jeanette seized Leslie's wrists. “Gotcha again Lezzy.” Jeanette taunted. “F*ck,” Leslie muttered as Jeanette rolled off her keeping her thighs around Leslie's waist. The blonde pulled Leslie over on her side keeping the brunette’s wrists firmly in her grip. This time Leslie felt Jeanette's powerful thighs go to work on her ribs. “Oh my god!” Leslie exclaimed as she thought her ribs would break from the pressure. “You know I should have mentioned that my older brother wrestled in high school and is now on a college team," Jeanette said. "Guess who he used to wrestle with around the house. He showed me a lot of things.” Jeanette then poured on the pressure. “Stop!” Leslie shouted. “You giving up already?” Jeanette asked. “F*ck you, its not over.” Leslie replied defiantly. “Really?” Jeanette answered letting off the pressure of her scissor hold only to reapply the moments later. Jeanette saw tears forming in Leslie's eyes as the two lay face-to-face. Leslie closed her eyes as she saw Jeanette's gaze turn to a cruel smile. The blonde could have squeezed a submission out of the hurting brunette but Jeanette wanted to have more fun with her wounded prey. “Get up.” Jeanette ordered as she unwrapped her legs from Leslie's waist. After getting to her feet, Jeanette waited for Leslie to pull herself off the sand. The cheerleader made her move as Leslie bent at the waist holding her side for some relief. The brunette felt Jeanette grab one of her wrists and then twist her arm behind her back. Leslie tried to dance around and twist out of the hold but Jeanette pushed the brunette’s arm as far up her back as possible. After walking Leslie around on her tiptoes for a bit, Jeanette kicked the back of her adversary’s knees sending the taller brunette down into the sand on her knees until Jeanette pulled her back to a sitting position. It didn’t take the cheerleader long to let go of Leslie's captured arm and then put the brunette in a new hold. Jeanette snaked an arm around Leslie's neck with the crook of her elbow wrapping around her throat, Leslie found herself on the bad end of a sleeper hold. “Gotcha again,” Jeannette taunted Leslie whispering in the brunette’s ear. Jeanette laughed at Leslie as she heard her foe gurgling for air. “I thought you would be tougher than this. If I knew you were this pathetic I would have kicked your ass a long time ago,” Jeanette teased. Lisa reached up with her left hand, grabbed a handful of blonde hair over her shoulder and pulled as hard as she could. While she pulled Jeanette's hair, Lisa elbowed the blonde but with little effect after the first blow Jeanette twisted her side a little and the blows barely glanced off her sides. Leslie's hair pulling caused only a bit of pain for Jeanette the major effect it had brought Jeanette's face even closer to Leslie's to the point where Jeanette's nose touched Leslie's ear. The brunette shivered as the rhythmic warm air tickled her sensitive ears. “This had to be humiliating for you -- the big tough jock dyke girl getting her ass kicked by the pretty cheerleader.” Jeanette whispered. Jeanette eased off the pressure a little, not wanting Leslie to pass out. She wanted to hear if her foe was ready to submit. “You’re not pretty,” Leslie defiantly muttered. Jeanette giggled as she made Leslie pay for her remark by pouring on the pressure for a moment to let the captured girl know she could put her out at any moment. “You’re right. I’m not pretty. I’m hot. So it’s the hot sexy cheerleader kicking the big dumb carpet munching lezbo’s ass in public.” Jeanette countered. Leslie didn’t have a smart comeback after Jeanette let off the pressure of the sleeper. “You know when I would wrestle my brother and his friend I would get kinda turned on. I mean not in a I-want-to-fuck-my-brother sorta way. But with all of the close intimate contact what’s a girl to do? You know what I mean?” Jeanette asked. Leslie refused to ask. “I bet your nipples are all hard and pointy with my warm breath in your ear and my boobs mashing into your back,” Jeanette taunted and then rubbed her tits across Leslie's back. Jeanette was right but Leslie did not give Jeanette the satisfaction of agreeing with the blonde. She told herself it was from the adrenaline of the fight. Jeanette slipped her had into one of Lelie's cups and began to play with one of Lelie's rock hard nipples beforetwisting it violently. “What? No answer? I guess you’re thinking about my pussy or maybe your naked walk back to the hotel," Jeanette said with a hearty laugh. "I tell you that will be too funny. Think about all of the people running around a lot of them with cameras. Your life could be ruined in one weekend. Just think about it Lezzy, one guy taking several naked pictures of you and posting them on the internet with your full name attached. "Just think of the possibilities,” Jeanette said as she continued to goad Leslie and play with her trapped nipple. End of Part 9 |
Spring Break Catfight Part 10
As Leslie pondered her situation, she knew the blonde was right and fought to keep from crying. “Oh, and your friends, they are f*cked as well. Literally, they are f*cked! Cindy told me what she had planned to do. I’m glad I’m not that fat boobed cow Dana. Cindy's probably already making her fuck some random guy at the hotel right now.” Jeanette added. Leslie squirmed a little and then stopped when she felt Jeanette tighten her hold around her neck and her fingers around her nipple.. “See you’re learning," Jeanette said. "You struggle I tighten -- get it? "I can’t wait to parade you into the hotel room naked and beaten. Dana will lose all hope of you saving her. The look on her face will be priceless. "I had a lot of time to think of what I could do to you while we were collecting your things as you and your friends were passed out. This is going to be the best week ever.” Jeanette whispered into Leslie's ear. Jeanette released her hold. But before Leslie could figure out what was happening the blonde pushed her over face first into the sand with her ass sticking up. With a giggle Jeanette patted Leslie's up-turned ass with her foot after the blonde made it to her feet. She stood back as she watched Leslie regain her senses and then rise to her hands and knees. “Come on girl, I have a few more tricks to show you. It’s not over.” Jeanette said. Leslie slowly rose to her feet from her knees. As she stood before Jeanette, Leslie couldn’t bring herself to look the cheerleader in the eyes. She was too embarrassed. The brunette kept her eyes on Jeanette's waist, waiting for any movement from her adversary, hoping the blonde would give her time to recover. “Come on Lezzy lets rassle.” Jeanette said. Leslie had other plans as she decided to fight dirty to do whatever it took to win the fight. As Jeanette approached, Leslie reached up and grabbed one of the blonde’s full boobs with one hand while slapping at the startled blonde’s face. A surprised Jeanette squealed as Leslie's nail sank into her captured jug. “Shit!” Jeanette wailed as her head snapped around from the first slap. To hear Jeanette react with pain heartened Leslie and spurred her on to attack with gusto. She backhanded the surprised blonde and then balled her fist as she kept her tit hold on her opponent. Jeanette was busy trying to pry Leslie's hand from her boob when the brunette struck her square in the gut. As she blonde doubled over from the punch, Leslie brought up her knee to catch Jeanette on the cheerleader's free boob. Jeanette grunted as Leslie's knee compressed her tit. She reacted by reaching down before Leslie could recoil her leg and grabbing the back of the brunette’s knee. A surprised Leslie let go of Jeanette's breast as she tried to balance herself. Jeanette lifted Leslie’s captured knee as high as she could and then kicked Leslie's exposed crotch, knocking the brunette off balance and onto her ass. “Ugh f*ck!” Leslie yelled as she tried to shake her leg loose from Jeanette's grip. As she leered down at Leslie, Jeanette twisted the downed woman’s leg forcing Leslie to roll over on her stomach. When she had her in place Jeanette stood straddling the brunette facing her feet, slid her hands up from Leslie's knee to her ankle and then pulled back. Leslie screamed as her back bowed when Jeanette pulled back and up on Leslie's leg. Jeanette yanked as far as she could pulling Leslie's lower half off the sand. “You’re going to pay for grabbing my boob, bi*ch,” Jeanette threatened. As Leslie tried to push herself off the sand and roll onto her side, Jeanette stuck a foot in the middle of Leslie's back, putting even more pressure on the brunette’s straining muscles. Leslie wailed in pain as Jeanette rocked back and forth. Just when Leslie thought her back would explode, Jeanette eased the pressure. The brunette’s relief was short as Jeanette seized Leslie's other leg and then scooted back pulling both the brunette’s legs back to her butt. “Let me hear you scream girl,” Jeanette taunted as she slipped her grip up to Leslie's knees and then pulled the girl’s bent legs back even more in a Boston crab. Leslie fought to keep from screaming as long as she could but soon succumbed to the pain. “That’s it, cry like a bi*ch.” Jeanette said as she slid back to Leslie's shoulders and poured on even more pressure. Leslie was in tears now, crying from the pain shooting through her back and stomach. The blonde held Leslie in agonizing pain relishing feeling the brunette’s body shudder with sobs. An idea came to Jeanette as she looked down at the brunette’s scrunched up bottoms trying to cover Leslie's quivering muscular ass. With a giggle Jeanette released the painful hold to grab a hold of Leslie's bottoms and then pulled the material deep into her foe’s buttocks, giving Leslie a painful wedgie. Jeanette released Leslie's knees letting them flop down in the sand before wheeling around on the brunette’s back facing Leslie's head. Leslie tried to push up but Jeanette reached down grabbing the brunette’s chin by interlocking her fingers. Leslie had watched enough wrestling to know what Jeanette was about to do to her and tried to roll over to avoid the dreaded camel clutch. She failed. Jeanette leaned back pulling Leslie's upper torso off the sand to her waist. Leslie would have screamed in pain but Jeanette's tight hold prevented even that. Jeanette relished the feel of holding her enemy helpless. Before Jeanette released the hold, the cheerleader physically broke Leslie. After letting Leslie's face fall back to the sand, the athletic tall brunette became a limp rag doll. Jeanette patiently took her time putting Leslie in one humiliating painful hold after another before Leslie screamed out her final submission. The final hold came after Jeanette had Leslie's face trapped between her thighs. Jeanette leaned back on her elbows, sitting with Leslie’s nose inches away from the cheerleader's crotch. Jeanette laughed as she watched Leslie's cheeks scrunch up when she applied the pressure. Pain racked Leslie's body with Jeanette's legs folded up under Leslie's neck and back. As soon as Jeanette pushed Leslie's forehead back and squeezed her thighs together Leslie caved in. “Stop, please!” Leslie begged. End of Part 10 |
Spring Break Catfight Part 11 -- Conclusion
Jeanette laughed in Leslie's face as she looked down on the beaten broken girl between her thighs. “So I win. I’m better.” Jeanette said. Leslie nodded. “Say it Lezzy.” Jeanette ordered. “You win. You’re better.” Leslie sobbed. “Ha! of course I am. Now you’re going to take off your own bikini and hand it to me,” Jeanette said. Jeanette rolled over on her side while easing some of the pressure on Leslie's neck. “Start with the top.” Jeanette demanded. Leslie reached behind her neck fumbling with the strings awhile before undoing her top and then awkwardly unhooked the latch connecting the string together in the middle of her back. Jeanette pulled her thighs apart to let Leslie pull her top away from her neck and hand it to a grinning Jeanette. “Now the bottoms!” Jeanette ordered. Leslie wriggled around bending at the waist while trying to shimmy out of her suit while lying on her side. With a lot of effort, she was finally able to push the bottoms down to her ankles and to one foot. She bent her legs she could reach the foot with her bottoms dangling from it and pulled them off her foot before surrendering her final piece of clothing to her conqueror. When she had the bottoms in hand, Jeanette released her prey and stood looking down at Leslie wallowing in misery. Jeanette waved both pieces of leslie's black bikini in the air -- a trophy she would keep and long admire with great pride for her victory. “Follow me Lezzy,” Jeanette said, grabbing Leslie by the hair and dragging the beaten brunette into the surf to wash off the sand. Leslie coughed and gagged from crying and having seawater splash in her mouth. Just for fun, Jeanette kicked and splashed water all over Leslie. Jeanette took her time washing herself off as she kept a foot on the middle of Leslie's back to keep the defeated girl on her hands and knees. “It’s going to be a long week for you, bi*ch.” Jeanette said pulling Leslie to her feet by an arm. The bikinied blond then marched the naked, defeated brunette along the shoreline and back to the hotel. For Leslie, Dana and Kathy the ordeal was far from over. In fact, it was just beginning. |
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OMG I'm in love...speechless after looking at Lisa Comshaw. WOW...perhaps the most beautiful woman in the world...for me, at least. Sexy hair, that includes pubes:D But seriously, this girl has it all...she is so gorgeous. Perfect face, incredible big tits, beautiful pubes and an even more beautiful pussy to go along with, and her ass...:eek: don't even get me started on that gorgeous thing. Usually I find tanlines unattractive, but with her its seriously so freakin' drop dead gorgeous as hell. OMG, I LOVE her ass SO much...I love it, I love it, I love it! I'm actually goin' as far as sayin' her ass is even more gorgeous than herself...it must be out of this world then! And I'm in love with it even more because of her tanlines...she's this real tan beauty queen, but she has this REALLY REALLY REALLY white ass...oh god, I'm in heaven! I think she is even more sexy because she looks in excrutiating pain...usually its sad to see women in pain, but with her its such a turn on. Her helpless naked beaten, swollen, red body lying in a pool, bauling her eyes out while another woman, fully clothed, another turn on, tugs slaps and pinches her little coochie. Her body parts look even more drop-dead sexy when they are swollen!
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Please forgive me for my poor English it's not my native language. This is the beginning of the fight, the big breasts girl will finish totally nude in front of all the girls in the bus... as you can imagine she's at hundreds kilometers (miles) from home and the weather seems very cold. If someone is kind enough to complete the story... |
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The poor blond girl is cuffed in the street, her winner goes away with her boy friend. The beautiful girl smiles poorly to the crowd, soon scores of people will be around here
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A friend of mine used to work as a bouncer. He would always tell me if anything eventful had happened. One time he said a fight broke out on the street right outside his club. It was between white girl and a black girl. No one stepped in to break it up and they were rolling round on the floor. The fight was a draw. No one apparently was the winner. However, The white girl had gone out wearing very little. Her strappless top soon came down exposing her boobs for almost the entire fight. When they were on the floor her short skirt rode up. He said her tiny thong was moving and you could see her shaven minge. No one wanted to stop it because she was putting on a good display, and she was hot too.
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Back in my college days I ran into a young lady that said that she and her best friend decided to try a "gay" bar in Lakewood, Ohio. This was back in the mid-seventies.
She said that both she and her friend dressed to kill, short skirts, etc, and cruised the bar, one that was well known as a Lesbian bar.It even sported a hole in the partitions between the toilets in the women's room. Guess the girls made quite a night out of it, dancing with each other, and generally flirting with every gal that came on to them, till they finally teased the wrong gal. This one bull-dyke got a bit too touchy-feely with the gal that related the story, and she was forced to confess that she was straight. Well, this drove the dyke into a fit. She berated both the gals for being "c--t teases" and stated that little girls that play at being lessies need to be taught a lesson. She grabbed each girl by the hair and dragged them out of the bar to the whistles and cheers of all inside. Once outside, the dyke sat on a streetside bench and dragged both girls down across her knee! There on Detroit Road, a major road filled with traffic, she spanked both the girls till they were in tears. Cars drove by and honked. A cop car even meandered by, but noone intervened and the gal said she and her friend got their bare asses blistered raw. She said she was so humiliated and said she doesn't know how she and her friend were able to drive home that night, such was their pain and their hysteria over the incident, yet somehow they did. Well, there was no fight, but there were consequences. I asked why the two didn't resist and she stated that they would have been beaten up and then spanked anyways. At least she didn't get hit in the face. I wanted to ask more, but was afraid I looked too interested in the details of their humiliation, so I let the conversation drift in another direction. To this day I kick myself that I wasn't driving on Detroit Rd that night. Jim |
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Here are a couple of recent CFNF fights from Double Trouble.
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It has been a while since I have posted to this thread.
I just have not been able to find much new material on CFNF wrestling and catfighting. I guess a lot of you have not found any new stuff either because no one has posted hre since mid-May. Here are five non-watermarked images I found recently that I wish to share with you: -- The first, from an unknown source, shows a clothed lass standing triumphantly overher nude opponent. What I really like about the photo is that the naked lady's clothes and shoes are on or beneath the chair and table nearby. Note the victorious woman has her left foot on the defeated woman's privates. That's hot! -- In the second photo, also from an unknown source, the victorious and smiling redheaded gal has lost hr bikini top, but triumpahntly clutches in her hands the naked blonde's bikini. -- For the third photo, you have to use your imagination. Even though it technically is not a CFNF fight, the young, obviously concerned blond looks pretty intimidated by the older brunette who sports an "I'm-going-to-kick-your-ass" look on her face. Great photography using a mirror to help capture both wonderful expressions at one time. -- In the fourth photo, from Green Eyes videos, the great Nancy Novak, in a bikini, sits on naked Alecia's face and dominates her. Nancy has been a fetish wrestler for many years. Even though she is now in her mid- to late-50s, Novak still wrestles women at least half her age and often delivers humilating one-sided beatings to her hapless, inexperienced opponents. -- In the fifth photo, also from an unknown source, a bikini-clad brunette puts her naked blond opponent in an airplane spin. Let's hear from the rest of you CFNF fight fans out there! |
Going back to the video entitled "bare bottom battering" on double trouble productions, it is exactly the kind of stuff that one sided ENF is all about. Are there any videos similiar to this one?
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Perhaps the best company that produces women's wrestling material of all types is Double Trouble Wrestling (dtwrestling.com).
Certainly, in recent years DT has produced a number of good, exciting CFNF matches, though the bulk of its material is bikini. topless and nude wrestling videos. Recognizing there is a market out there for one-sided fights where one woman remains clad in her bikini while beating the tar out of her naked and embarrassed opponent, DT has produced a number of its WOW series videos, which are more of an adult nature. Not only does the loser wind up nude, but the focus of her clad opponent's attacks are her opponent's nude boobs and crotch. Most of these matches have featured the lovely Lisa Comshaw, almost always on the losing end. In the photos below, Lisa takes on fellow veteran Christine Dupre in what I consider one of the best CFNF matches ever caught on tape. In the first set of photos we see the two clothed opponents prepared to start the match followed by a series of boob attacks to the defrocked Lisa. In the second set of photos, Christine focuses her attention on Lisa's vulnerable crotch, first by giving her a wedgie then, after ripping off the bikini bottoms, pulling out Lisa's pubic hairs. In the final set of photos, we see Christine apply a bow and arrow on her hapless nude foe then continue her boob and crotch attacks after placing Lisa on a corner post and spreading her legs wide on the second rope. The final photo depicts a victorious Christine. It costs just $20 a month to join DT Wrestling. The CFNF matrial alone, in my opinion, is worth the expense. |
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Here's the second set, where Christine goes to work on Lisa's crotch and sits on her face:
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And finally, my favorite set of photos, shows Christine working over Lisa's most delicate features in a ring corner:
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The following 10 photos depict one of my favorite forms of CFNF wrestling -- interracial matches with the black gal defeating the white woman, preferably a blond, which is a great contrast to her ebony foe.
The first eight photos are from a Double Trouble wrestling match featuring blond veteran Candi. In this sequence, Candi has lost a fight to a bikini-clad black opponent who ties the poor embarrassed blond to a bed and goes to work on her breasts, pussy, ass and other delicate exposed parts. In the ninth photo, also from Double Trouble, a white woman has been stripped of her bra and her clothed black opponent is targeting the panties which she succeeds in ripping off. The final photo is from Woman's World videos and features a silver bikini-clad black woman standing triumphantly over a white woman she has stripped and tied up with the blond's own bikini. |
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For those of you who like a different outcome to a CFNF interracial match, here a strong blond gal in a swimsuit works over the most vulnerable parts of her humiliated nude black opponent in a match produced by Double Trouble:
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I am definitely with you on the "black girl dominating/stripping a white girl" thing, but I'll go even further. Two or more black girls on one white girl is my dream matchup, especially where wedgies, spanking, etc. are involved. There obviously isn't a whole lot of material out there like this, though:( Oh, if I were king...
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Here is a series of photos from Double Trouble wrestling productions where a bikini-clad Santana strips, bloodies and beats a naked Lisa Comshaw. These images are from one of my favorite CFNF wrestling videos ever:
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And here are three more from the Santana-Lisa series:
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Oops. The second photo in the above series actually is from a match where Francesca defeats Lisa Comshaw. I'm just setting the record straight.
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