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Wife vs Friend (Part 2 - the fight)

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Wife vs Friend (Part 2 - the fight)
« on: October 29, 2016, 05:15:10 AM »
In case you missed it here's the intro to how we got here: http://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=60963.0

I had fun writing this one. Hope you like it too!


Both women stood facing each other a mere five feet apart. Their bodies nearly identical except for the huge difference in breast size. It was a clash of two housewives who have never fought before. Their voices were so soft one would never expect things to get this far.  Their personalities always dictated reservation and gentleness...until now.

"This is crazy you know that right?", Mettie said.

"Yeah, but it will help me cope with what happened", Elizabeth replied. "Just so you know this entire fight is being recorded from multiple angles. This way my husband and I can watch me kick your ass over and over." She pointed out where all of the cameras were as Mettie's eyes followed. "I'm going to show him this and pleasure him like you never can after I'm through with you."

"Jesus, you really are a psycho", Mettie laughed. But that's all she could manage to say as Elizabeth charged at her, teeth clenched and hands sprawled.

Elizabeth tackled Mettie to the ground as both women screeched and moaned in effort. They rolled over and over one another trying to gain the advantage. There was ample space for their tumbling in the furniture-free 20x30 carpeted area. Both women grabbed at the other's hair and kicked relentlessly to push the other away. Elizabeth, fighting with more purpose than her foe, surged for top position. It wasn't a completely dominating position as their legs were tangled in a scissors form. Elizabeth grabbed Mettie's right boob with her left hand and squeezed. Mettie let out a scream as Elizabeth's nails dug in deep. Elizabeth reared her right hand and began punching Mettie in the midsection. Mettie's cries of pain amplified as she released her hands from Elizabeth's shoulders and tried stopping the assaults. She grabbed at Elizabeth's wrists and used her free knee to push at Elizabeth's stomach.

"You fucking bitch! Think you can try and seduce my man!" Elizabeth shouted.

Mettie managed to slide her knee across Elizabeth's abdomen and now her foot rested on Elizabeth's midsection. She pushed with all her might and managed to throw Elizabeth off and onto her ass.  Mettie quickly crawled backwards on her hands and feet trying to regain her footing. Elizabeth quickly composed herself and went on the attack again, this time clamping both hands on Mettie's tiny throat as she lunged on top of Mettie.

Mettie used the momentum to roll back and then to her side to throw Elizabeth off balance. By luck or use of momentum Mettie ended on top of Elizabeth in full mount. Even from the bottom position Elizabeth refused to let go of her grip, slowing choking the air from Mettie's lungs. Mettie's mouthed dropped open and her tongue lolled out slightly. Her eyes squinted in agony as it became harder for her to take in air. She pushed one hand into Elizabeth's face and grabbed a wrist with the other desperately trying to free her aching throat. Mettie began to cough and lose strength. She knew that if she didn't change tactics she'd pass out from the lack of oxygen soon.

"I'm going to choke the life out of you!" Elizabeth exclaimed.

Mettie now grasped at both of Elizabeth's wrists trying in vain to pull the clamps apart. She slowly slid her knee up over Elizabeth's D-cup breasts and pushed down onto Elizabeth's chest and neck. With all her strength Mettie straightened her posture and managed to free herself from the death grip. She held onto Elizabeth's wrists tightly as she coughed in fresh air. Elizabeth was now grabbing at nothing but air and trying to free her hands from Mettie's own vice-like grip. Mettie slid her knee onto the floor next to Elizabeth's head and let her shin lay across my wife's throat. She flexed her foot and pressed her pointed toes onto the ground on the other side of Elizabeth's head creating a bar-like choking apparatus out of her fibula.

"No you choke bitch!" Mettie screamed out.

Elizabeth's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she clenched her teeth. The corners of her mouth drooped down and to the base of her neck as she tried desperately to lower her jaw for air against Mettie's calf. Her inexperience began to show as Elizabeth raised her knees and struck Mettie multiple times in her back, but that did little in throwing Mettie off.  She was fading fast.  In a last ditch attempt Elizabeth raised both legs and wrapped them around Mettie's shoulders.  She locked her ankles and pulled back easily launching Mettie off.

By now both women were panting heavily and holding their throats. They both laid on their side and glared at one another.

"Are you done?" Mettie asked, hoping she could leave.

Both women got to their feet and Elizabeth's next move was her reply. She was on the attack again and pushed Mettie all the way back until she hit a wall. Mettie quickly grabbed a hand full of hair and reversed their position with Elizabeth's back against the wall now. She grabbed Elizabeth's breasts with both hands and threw a knee to her crotch for good measure. Elizabeth yelped in pain as both attacks struck simultaneously. As Mettie continued with her knees Elizabeth grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head backwards. Elizabeth tilted her head forward and clamped down onto Mettie's left breast. Mettie screeched in pain and immediately halted her knees and released her hands from Elizabeth's boobs. She grabbed Elizabeth's hair and pulled but the teeth held true. Both women were now circling around the room both with hands full of hair, but Elizabeth having the advantage of her canines sinking into mammary tissue. The shuffling of bare feet and agonizing hair pulling eventually led them to the couch (I guess 20x30 wasn't big enough). Both women tumbled over the couch and their holds on each other fell apart. They landed on their knees on the front side of the couch, slightly dizzy from all of the spinning.  While still on their knees they began their strikes. Punching and slapping boobs, shoulders, stomachs and rib cages. Mettie landed a solid punch to Elizabeth's gut, momentarily knocking the wind out of her. With the action slowed down Mettie grabbed a handful of hair and spit into Elizabeth's face.

"Thought you could take me bitch!?" Mettie yelled.

With her head tilted back Elizabeth looked down at Mettie and said, "Fuck you" as she moved her hands from covering her midsection to once again grasp Mettie by her throat. She squeezed with all her might and pushed Mettie back into the seat of the couch. Elizabeth straddle Mettie and pushed her head down between the back cushion and seat cushion. Mettie's mouth gaped wide open with her tongue sticking out. Her eyes tensed in fear and pain as Elizabeth squeezed and pushed on her trachea. Mettie's hands were tight around Elizabeth's wrists trying to loosen the choke.

Mettie gurgled and wheezed. Sensing the end was near Elizabeth leaned down towards Mettie's face and said, "I told you I'd choke the life out of you", and gritted her teeth in an effort to apply more strength to her chokehold.

In a last ditch effort Mettie blindly reached up towards Elizabeth's face and squeezed. Her left thumb landed on the Elizabeth's eyes ball.  The immediate pain that surged through Elizabeth caused her to release her grip on Mettie's throat and grab the hand that was gauging her eye out. Elizabeth's shriek of pain could have woken the neighbors. She reeled backwards away from Mettie's eye-gauging hand and stumbled over the large coffee table. Mettie saw her opportunity through her half opened eyes and summoned all of her remaining energy to go on the attack. She leapt onto Elizabeth who laid flat on the coffee table. Mettie slapped Elizabeth twice on her chest and then went in for the kill.  She wrapped her soft hands around Elizabeth's skinny exposed throat and squeezed.

"You like to fucking choke bitch? Let's turn this into a choking fight then!", Mettie coughed out.

Elizabeth gagged and gurgled in agony. Her face losing color. Her eyes closed tight. Her mouth agape and tongue dangled out just like Mettie moments before. She slapped at Mettie, grabbed and pulled but nothing worked.  Mettie's ecstasy-like moan emphasized the strength she was putting into throttling her prey. Elizabeth's hands were on Mettie's shoulders trying to push her off. The choke hold was taking its toll and Elizabeth's hands began to slide down Mettie's arms. Just a few more seconds and she will be out cold. Elizabeth's faint kicking of her legs found hold on the surface of the coffee table. She pushed with her last ounce of energy and pulled with her hands and bucked Mettie off.  Mettie rolled away and Elizabeth fell off the table. In her nearly passed out state of mind she could see Mettie sitting up.

"You're done bitch. I won", Mettie sighed out.  She stood up and walked to collect her clothes on the couch where she nearly lost consciousness. Elizabeth still laid on the ground barely breathing. Mettie took one last look at her foe and slowly walked towards the stairs.

Elizabeth was stubborn though. She took in a deep breath and it was as if the "on" switch was flipped in her brain.  She regained complete consciousness and willed herself to her feet. She ran after Mettie and caught her by the bra and hair just as she reached the stairs. Mettie cried out just as Elizabeth threw her down onto the ground by the hair. Mettie's bra ripped off completely showing her firm perky tits.  "You didn't win yet you whore!"

Elizabeth immediately pounced on top of Mettie. Mettie was prepared for it and grabbed Elizabeth's hair rolling her over. It was as if the fight had started over. Both women were again rolling around the large carpeted area. Mettie eventually gained top position and started to smother Elizabeth with her boobs. "You want to see my boobs so badly, well here they are!"

Elizabeth moaned and thrashed side to side underneath Mettie.  It didn't take long before Elizabeth firmly planted her feet and thrusted upwards throwing Mettie off. Without losing a beat Elizabeth straddled Mettie and went to her favorite move: the bare handed choke. Mettie, not wanting to be choked out, quickly returned the favor. Both women were now locked in a mutual choking battle to the finish. Their faces strained and mirrored each other's. Gurgling and coughing followed.  Their high-pitched moans echoed throughout the house. Neither one willing to give in. One hoping the other will pass out first.

Mettie thrusted her hips upward and threw Elizabeth to her side. Now they were side by side choking each other. Mettie slowly got to her knees knowing that if she was on top she could apply more pressure. But Elizabeth still had her legs around Mettie from her full mount earlier so she squeezed Mettie. Mettie winced in pain and fell to her side. Elizabeth quickly regained her position astride Mettie. Mettie finally let go of Elizabeth's neck and pushed at the legs around her waste. She relieved the pressure but her throat was still throbbing. She knew that if she tried choking Elizabeth back now it would be in vain. She clawed at Elizabeth's wrists and hands, bucked and kicked, but nothing worked. It was only a matter of seconds before she secummbed to the darkness. She let her hands slip to her sides to accept defeat.
"I got you now slut! You thought you could choke me out?" Elizabeth exhaled. She smiled slightly through her gritted teeth at the site of victory.

Blinded by the thought of victory, Elizabeth failed to notice what Mettie had grabbed. When Mettie dropped her hands down in defeat her right hand fell onto her bra. She reflexively grabbed it, whipped it around the front of Elizabeth's throat and grabbed it with her left hand. She pulled down and away with enough force to make Elizabeth arch her back backwards and release her grip on Mettie's throat.

Mettie pulled and pulled while Elizabeth clawed at the bra around her neck. Slowly they began to reverse position. Once Mettie gained enough leverage she passed Elizabeth's guard and mounted her. She quickly twisted the bra and pulled even tighter. Both women were coughing from the pain endured on their throats. Elizabeth bucked and twisted but nothing was going to stop Mettie now. With one more attempt to break free Elizabeth grabbed Mettie's throat again tightly hoping she'd loosen her grip to defend her trachea.  But Mettie wasn't letting go. She had no more fight left and would win or pass out trying.  Seconds later Elizabeth's hands felt weaker. Mettie breathed in a mouth full of air and could see straight again.  Elizabeth's hands dropped and were now loosely around Mettie's wrists.

Mettie unwrapped her bra from Elizabeth's neck and threw it out of reach. Elizabeth coughed in some air but her reprieve was short lived as Mettie encircled both hands around her neck again. Her two thumbs pressed firmly on Elizabeth's trachea.

"Say goodnight bitch! I'm going to finish you with the move you were so fond of tonight. Looks like I'm going to choke YOU out with my bare hands! Choke bitch, choke!", Mettie exclaimed in relief. Mettie throttle Elizabeth thoroughly, even shaking her violently by her throat.  Elizabeth's mouth opened and closed as if she couldn't squeeze in anymore breaths of air. Her eyes rolled back and her facial expression relaxed. It was the end.  Mettie quickly let go not wanting to kill her. She checked her pulse and it was still there, although faint.

Mettie was exhausted from the long battle even though adrenaline still coursed through her body. She was also sensing something else...sexual arousal. It didn't hit her until now but she knew it as she sat atop a passed out Elizabeth. The thought of dominating another woman, her "prize" waiting for her upstairs. She had fought for it and won. Mettie stripped Elizabeth naked. She took off her own underwear and tied Elizabeth's ankles. She then took the bra that allowed her to snatched victory from defeat and tied Elizabeth's wrists together behind her back.

"I'm going to get your husband off and you won't be able to do a damn thing about it", Mettie taunted at an unconscious Elizabeth.

-- "There you have it dear. I choked your wife out and now she's tied up downstairs", Mettie said to me as her strokes increased in pace.

Unbelievable. Better than I could have ever imagined. But as a caring husband I stopped Mettie from bringing me to climax (so close!). "Can we go check on her? I want to make sure she's truly ok."

Mettie rolled her eyes and said, "Fine. But after that you're all mine".

We reached the bottom of the steps and saw Elizabeth slowly regaining consciousness. She was weakly trying to get out of her bonds.

"I have an idea", Mettie said.

She grabbed my still aroused cock and pulled me over to my wife. I stood above her as Mettie straddled her chest.

"Wakey wakey sweetheart. I'm going to make your husband come all over you", Mettie grinned.

Mettie began to stroke and suck my cock. It wasn't going to take long since I had been building up for nearly an hour now.

My wife protested, "Fuck you! You fuck--", but her sounds became muffled as Mettie slid her pussy over my wife's face.

"Shut up and eat me out bitch", Mettie retorted.

That was enough to put me over the edge. I let Mettie know that I was about to cum and she told me to get on my knees right over Elizabeth's face. Mettie slid back down to my wife's chest and tried to open her mouth by squeezing her cheeks. Elizabeth spit at her and tried mumbling a few curse words.

"Oh you're going to take this cum",  Mettie demanded as she slipped her free hand around my wife's throat. "Even if I have to choke you out again".

That did the trick. Choking Elizabeth forced her to open her mouth for air. Mettie moaned in satisfaction as she rubbed her clit on my wife's breast, grinding back and forth. I couldn't hold it in anymore: watching Mettie choke my wife, the grinding on her breasts, and the smooth stroking of her soft tiny hands caused me to unload my cum all over Elizabeth's face. Some of the cum managed to shoot into her gaping mouth. Mettie continued to stroke me slowly to get every last drop out. By this time my wife began to sob a little. I sat back after my release and watched as Mettie rubbed my cum all over my wife's face. It wasn't long until Mettie orgasmed on my wife's D-cups.

With her cum-filled hands now around Elizabeth's throat again she said, "I can see why your husband is into catfights. Call me up if you want me to choke you out again, bitch". Mettie got up and started to walk back upstairs with her clothes. "Keep my bra and underwear as a reminder of who won. I'll grab some of yours as a trophy on my way out".

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Offline DogWithABone

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Re: Wife vs Friend (Part 2 - the fight)
« Reply #1 on: October 29, 2016, 06:41:38 AM »
Excellent. Simple, straightforward, and pretty believable.
RIP the account of Sophie Cees.

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Re: Wife vs Friend (Part 2 - the fight)
« Reply #2 on: October 29, 2016, 08:03:51 AM »
Like Elizabeth take revenge.

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Re: Wife vs Friend (Part 2 - the fight)
« Reply #3 on: October 29, 2016, 01:28:10 PM »
Really fine work, many thanks.

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Offline JT Edson

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Re: Wife vs Friend (Part 2 - the fight)
« Reply #4 on: October 30, 2016, 02:04:28 PM »
Excellently written story. I loved it! I hope their is a rematch for the man's cock. Reading the story, I can't imagine the wife will let this stand.

Great work.

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Re: Wife vs Friend (Part 2 - the fight)
« Reply #5 on: October 30, 2016, 04:06:07 PM »
Wow.  Choking.

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Re: Wife vs Friend (Part 2 - the fight)
« Reply #6 on: October 31, 2016, 02:50:27 AM »
Thanks all! Certainly helps to write from real life inspirations. Because of all of the request I will be working on a sequel to this. Will post when completed!

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Re: Wife vs Friend (Part 2 - the fight)
« Reply #7 on: October 31, 2016, 01:33:49 PM »
Wonderful Story!

I'm glad Mettie won and I hope she puts Elizabeth in her place again in the next encounter.   ;D

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Re: Wife vs Friend (Part 2 - the fight)
« Reply #8 on: November 08, 2016, 10:31:52 PM »
I have to second all the praise, great story.  And the way the actual fight went back and forth kept me wondering.  Nice work!

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Re: Wife vs Friend (Part 2 - the fight)
« Reply #9 on: November 09, 2016, 11:30:13 PM »
Wow! Amazing story! Quite possibly my favorite of the very many I've read. I would definitely love a sequel. However, I think your friend will exert her dominance over your wife & dominating her even more will, take you as spoils (hopefully right infront of her now submissive foe).
Gotta love a humiliating end 2 a catfight. ;)

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Re: Wife vs Friend (Part 2 - the fight)
« Reply #10 on: December 16, 2016, 07:54:40 PM »


You should have Metie over to dominate your wife on a regular basis now. Next time Metie should let you cum inside of her, and she should force Elizabeth to lick her pussy clean. This was a hot story. It just kept building up and building up until an explosive ending. Thanks