My name is Peggy and I am 40 years old and a wife and mother of two living in South Jersey. I’m a big Irish girl (red hair, green eyes, freckles and all) and have always had a problem with weight. In my late 20s, just after my second child was born, I had a hell of a job losing the weight I’d put on while I was pregnant. I tried diets of every kind and nothing seemed to work. I finally turned to exercise to help me and joined a club. I hated the machines but did like some of the real workouts. I guess I was just better when I interacted with people. One of my favorite workouts was cardio-boxing. When the club decided to offer a real boxing class I signed up.

Turns out that I was good at it…in fact I was very good at it (could growing up as the youngest in a family of 5 when all the others were brothers have something to do with that??). Not only was I good at it, but I liked the competition too! I not only liked it but it was good for me too and soon I had regained my pre-pregnancy weight and had my figure back (in case you are interested, 5 foot 8, 135 pounds, and measurements are 36D-25-35). I loved fighting and frankly I loved beating other women. I stayed at it for several years and had even had a couple of “fights” with women away from the club (my husband is a fireman and one of the other guys he works with had a wife who also liked boxing and we had met on a couple of occasions and boxed).

About 6 years after I got into this, my club suddenly closed. Seems like the manager and the owner were playing games (as well as sleeping with each other which really pissed off their respective spouses) and one morning we all showed up and found the place locked and signs on it that it was part of a sheriffs auction! I looked around a found a slightly larger club that had a very nice facility including a boxing ring…I joined the club and now became a regular in it’s boxing class.

One of the women in the class I noticed right away – she made sure you did. Her name was Michelle and she was about 40 years old. She stood about 5 foot 6 and had an incredible body which she obviously worked hard at (130LBS. black shoulder length
hair and 37dd-23-37). Every time I was at the club Michelle was there and she seemed to love the very machines I hated. She always wore tight exercise outfits and she made sure they showed off her body. She also was in my boxing class and frankly she and I seemed to be about the best “fighters” in the class. Because of that we often times were paired together.

One morning during class we spared together and then afterwards we went out for coffee. We got to talking about our history and I told her that I'd been into boxing as
exercise for several years. I told her that I had regularly worked out at a small gym in the
area that had recently closed and that's how I came to this club. She told me
that I was very good in the ring and I told her that I'd actually had a
couple of fights with other women. The conversation then turned to Michelle’s experience and she told me about her background and that although she had boxed a bit most of her experience was in catfighting. I was very interested in that as I’d been recently exposed to the style and had been interested in finding out more about it. I pumped Michelle for lots of info on fights she’d had and how they started and what the rules were, etc. She regaled me with stories of some of her fights and the more she told me the more my juices flowed. This really interested me and I told her so. She really had me now and after about 10 minutes I told her that I'd love to fight her
sometime and she said sure, anytime your want. Imagine my surprise when I heard myself say, “well how bout now?” I discovered that Michelle was never one to turn down a challenge and she said sure and since neither of us had any real plans for the rest of the day, we headed over to my house.

When we get to my house we headed down to the big play room in my
basement that we were in the process of re-doing. Basically a carpeted room
that was waiting for furniture and nothing else. Looked like a good
venue to me! As neither of us were prepared with anything, we agreed to just
strip down to our bras and panties and go at it. Always the proper one, Michelle had
a nice little matching black satin lace bra and thong set on. As I striped
off my jeans and brown sweater Michelle saw I wore a serviceable white cotton bra
(I call them big girl bras because they are usually worn by big girls like
me) and cotton panties. As we faced each other I wondered how I'd fare in real life against her I had a couple of inches on her and a few pounds and was a couple of
years younger. Even though she was older than me, she was in incredible shape! Her tits were substantial and I knew she had a good strong right punch and good instincts but then this was not in the ring and there was no ref or rules.

As we circled each other and started to move together I balled my hands into fists..probably a boxing instinct. I knew from sparing with her that the several inches I had in height also gave me a longer reach. I knew that if she got in too close I would be able to strike and strike hard. I felt that who ever hit first would have the upper hand in our fight! I got to about 2 1/2 feet from her when she surprised me by lashing out with her right foot. I caught it just below the top of my panties and knocked a good bit of the air from me. I doubled up and Michelle grabbed me in a headlock that with some flipping action she turned into a perfect hip throw. I landed with a thud against the wall and that dazed me for a couple of seconds. As I started to get up, Michelle grabbed two handfuls of her red hair and kneed me right in my ample D cup tits. As I sagged back,
she brought me up again by the hair and again kneed me squarely in the tits
but this time she let go of my hair. I once again hit the wall and this time
slid down to the floor. Confident that she had the upper hand, Michelle waited for the cob webs to clear from my head which took close to 30 seconds. This time
as I started to get to my knees again she moved in to repeat her knee to the
tits move but this time it was I who made the move as I buried a strong
right fist into Michelle’s belly just above her crotch. Now she was in the position of
having the wind knocked out of her and although I was in no shape to take
advantage of the situation (between the foot to my stomach and the knees to
my tits I was hurting too),I was able to fill my lungs with some deep breaths and shake off the pain. As we both got to our feet and faced each other, neither of us was
over confident. We'd both been hurt and knew a bit more about the other
fighter. This time we locked hands and tried a test of strength. I did have
the advantage of height and weight and I think I was probably a bit stronger. Although Michelle started to falter, she was able to get her leg between mine
and trip me so that we both landed on the ground. We proceeded to roll around
the floor and after a few minutes Michelle managed to get behind me and she grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. This put real pressure on my neck and
back and I screamed out in pain. As I struggled to pull away, she let go of
my hair and I slammed into the rug face first. Dazed, I offered no
resistance when she unclasped my bra and flipped me over. She pulled the bra off
and flipped me again. Then she grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me around
the rug. She painfully dragged my large nipples across the rug and I started screaming again. After a couple of seconds, I managed to pull one of my feet out of her grasp and lashed out with it and managed to catch Michelle right between the legs. She hit the floor like a sack of cement and immediately tried to take deep breaths to ease the pain. Meanwhile, I was rubbing my damaged tits and my very red and sore nipples. As we both
got to our feet I looked my opponent over and decided that although I'd
managed to take the fight to her, she probably still did have the upper hand. I was topless and my tits were red from rug burns and my huge nipples were blood red and very sore. So far she had suffered just minor pain compared to what she had inflicted on me and I was looking to turn the tide.

Michelle made the mistake I was looking for and got too close to me and now I was able to take advantage of my longer reach and before she knew what was happening I connected with a very strong right left punch combo that caught her just above the panty line. On a mission, no sooner had I connected with those two blows when I hit her with a strong right upper cut which caught Michelle about mid cleavage and popped her tits right out of the flimsy bra. Now her 37DD puppies were easy targets for my boxing skills and I connected with a couple of good shots that did some real damage to her boobs.
As Michelle’s knees started to buckle, I grabbed her now useless bra and flung her
into the nearest wall. The bra, which was one of the typical flimsy Fredericks
of Hollywood style, popped it's fasteners and fell to the floor as
Michelle slammed into the wall tits first! Now it was Michelle’s turn to slide to the floor in pain!

As she lay in a lump, I yelled at her to get up. "Come on Michelle...I came back and took some more and so should you!" I cockily said. Michelle has a lot of pride and she started to get up facing the wall with her back to me. As she was about to get to her feet, I grabbed the back on her thong and pulled for all I was worth. First I got her to her feet and then I lifted her off my feet. The flimsy thong material buried itself between her shapely ass checks and then started causing her great pain as it cut into her cunt. Luckily for Michelle the material tore before any real damage was done. Hurting top and bottom, she lay in a fetal position attempting to block any more attacks from me, but I was not finished yet!

I grabbed Michelle by the hair and pulled her to the center of the room.
Then, as she lay there on her back, I plopped my ass squarely on her belly. Once
again the air was knocked out of Michelle and she was helpless to stop me as I
wrapped my hands around my throat. "SO..I guess the boxer beats the
catfighter, huh?" I hissed at her. "Lets hear you beg".

Michelle said nothing but attempted to grab my hands away from her neck and pull me off by the hair but my only response was to increase the pressure on her throat. I had the advantage over Michelle and I knew that now was the time to finish her off. I spared against this woman enough to know that if I gave her an inch she would take it and I wanted to end this fight right here and now! However, in my effort to end the fight, what I had failed to realize was that my own naked 36Ds were hanging practically in her face and suddenly she grabbed one in each hand sinking her nails into the soft flesh. As Michelle applied pressure I realized she had turned the tables and I released her neck and attempted to pull away. Michelle however hung on and if anything applied more pressure as she sensed that now she was the aggressor. As her nails bit into my sensitive tit flesh a sound started deep in my throat. As Michelle continued to apply pressure the sound turned into a scream and as she was able to grasp my huge sore nipples in her hands, the scream turned blood curdling!

Michelle was able to flip me at that point and then jump up. As she got to her feet,
I lay on the floor with very damaged boobs. I too started to get to my feet and as I got to all fours Michelle straddled my back, reached down and grabbed one of my tits in each hand and pulled sideways and upward. As I screamed out again she slammed my D cup tits into each other. Unable to take anymore tit pain, I collapsed to the floor and cried "Uncle".

We both laid on the floor for several minutes attempting to get back what we'd
lost during the fight. We'd both taken some punishment and my tits had particularly suffered from the attention Michelle had paid to them. As we eventually
got to our feet I congratulated Michelle on her win. Michelle was very gracious and told me that for my first catfight I had done very well. I then led her to the guest
shower and supplied her with towels as I went off to shower too.

I took a nice hot shower and let the water play over my sore body and especially my
tits (Michelle later explained to me how her “ice bra” worked and I used her technique that afternoon to ease the pain) and then dressed. I met Michelle in the hall and we went to the kitchen for a cold drink. She again congratulated me for a good fight and
although a fight like this could have made us enemies, it seemed like we both
had the attitude that you do what you do to win a fight but its nothing
personal. We still seemed like friends and even though there are other things
going on on different levels, I think we will stay friends.

She again told me how well I did and that frankly there were a couple of times during the fight that she thought she was done. I learned something very important about Michelle that day and something that has helped me in lots of fights since then – never count out your opponent! "So when do I get a rematch" I asked as I was leaving. :Any tine you want" she replied. "How bout boxing next time?" I asked. "Sure she said" I know that Michelle and I will mix it up again and I know too that this may have been my first catfight, but it will not be my last!