Bridget vs Andrea by Smoke

All catfight's took place in the bedroom.  Why?  Because everything that was
used from the bedroom was legal.  All fights would last until a knockout
occured.  The room was large.  There was a king size bed, a small stereo in
the corner, a computer desk along one wall with computer, a television stand
with television, and small items like combs, brushes, hair dryer, hair
spray, deodorant, cd's, and many other room related items.  Oh, and their
was lots of floor space.  I never measured it, but believe me it was big.

I posted the idea on the web, and around my university.  And what do you
know!!  Three days later I had two phone calls.  My first match.  Andrea
came in first.  I couldn't believe she was a fighter. She had long blond
hair, bright blue eyes and weighed about 130 lbs....she was just luscious. 
She asked me if she could change, and I could only nod yes.  I showed her to
the washroom, and that was that.  Moments later she came out to talk.  She
wore a pair of blue spandex pants, and a white tank top which barely covered
her 36DD breasts.  When she sat down, her black thong would show.  I told
her to go into the guest room.

Ten minutes later, Bridget arrived.  She was BIG!!  She wore black track
pants and a white tee shirt, and I could see her stomach when she walked. 
She had short black hair, and must have weighed 450 lbs.  And she was
sweating.  She said, "Just show me to the room, and bring my victim!!"  I
showed her the room, and went to get Andrea.  I described Bridget to her,
and I could tell she was nervous.  She said, "Let's do it then!"  I could
tell she was nervous because she started to sweat.  When she got up, I could
only look at her black thong which was really showing.

When all three of us were in the room I explained the rules.  THERE ARE
NONE, JUST AS LONG AS YOU USE ITEMS FROM THE ROOM!!  And off they went.

Andrea started in a defensive stance as she slowly walked towards the
middle of the room.  Bridget on the other hand, walked with meaning, with
her hands held out ready to grab Andrea.  Andrea took advantage of the rules
and grabbed the mouse from the computer and bashed Bridget across her skull.
  The mouse shattered, and Bridget staggered back.  I couldn't help but
smile.  Andrea must have surprised herself because she just stood there with
eyes wide open.  I motioned for her to continue and to hurry.  She turned
and reached for the hairspray bottle.  She turned ready to spray the
European formula into Bridget's eyes only to meet a blood filled hand across
her chest.  Bridget's hand was bloody after she wiped the blood from her
head.  The cut was small, but noticeable.  Andrea took about 5 steps
backwards from the blow and let out a loud cry of pain.  Unlike Andrea,
after her attack Bridget ran towards Andrea, caught her in a bear hug and
kept going until Andrea was stuck between Bridget and the wall.  Andrea let
out a long OOOOOFFFFFFFF, and kicked her legs to try and escape.  "What's
the matter barbie doll," Bridget said as she stared Andrea in the face still
pushing against the wall.  "Having trouble breathing?"  Andrea looked back
at her and said with a grimmace, "Fuck you fatty, go have a donut!!"  Before
Bridget could do anything, Andrea sprayed the hairspray into Bridget's face,
eyes, and even the cut.  Bridget immediately backed off, but Andrea was
short winded after the attack.  She got on one knee, and caught her breath. 
After about 10 seconds she got up, dropped the bottle, and ran at Bridget
who was bent forward.  She kicked up at Bridget's face striking her nose. 
Blood immediately flew from Bridget's nose, and water flowed from her eyes. 
I couldn't believe it.  Andrea took Bridget by the head and led her to the
computer desk.  She opened one of the drawers and placed Bridget's head
inside.  "Maybe this will take some fat off that ugly face of yours," Andrea
said.  Bridget looked helpless as she was bent over in front of Andrea. 
"Fuck you," Andrea said.  She went to push the drawer in when I herd a sharp
YELP, and all of a sudden Andrea's mouth was wide open, her legs were
tightly closed together, and she was jumping up and down.  Bridget's big
frame was in my way.  When Bridget removed her head from the drawer and
stood upright, I could see she had Andrea by the crotch, and she wasn't
letting go.  "Fat ugly face huh?  Let's see what we could do to umm, ugly
you up a bit!." Bridget said.  Andrea was still in that same position
jumping up and down.  Bridget quickly scooped up Andrea while still
squeezing her cunt.  Bridget had her in position for a power slam.  She ran,
and jumped on the bed.  WHAM!!!  The bed suddenly broke, and Andrea's was
under Bridget, who still hadn't let go of Andrea's pussy.  Andrea's face was
under Bridget's heaving 42DD breasts, and all I could hear was muffled
groans.  Andrea was kicking her legs like crazy.  Bridget got up and rolled
Andrea on the ground.  Andrea rolled on her stomach and stuck her cute butt
in the air trying to catch her breath.  I was rock hard, and couldn't help
but stare at her thongs.  Her spandex pants was now below the top part of
the thong, and I could now see the cheeks of her ass.  When I looked at
Bridget, she had the mattress off the bed, and tossed it out the door.  All
that was left was the shattered wooden frame.  Bridget positioned herself
behind the Andrea's lifted butt, bent over, held her just under the breasts,
and lifted her into a bearhug.  A big WHOOOOOFFFF came from Andrea's lungs
as Bridget squeezed.  "AHHHHHH, I...I...I give.....up," stammered Andrea. 
Bridget swung Andrea around and as she did, Andrea's foot knocked the
computer screen from the desk.  All that remained was the keyboard.  Bridget
showed her power by lifting Andrea with one arm, while holding the keyboard
in the other.  "Did you forger the rules already you stupid blond.  I could
only win by knocking you out.  Which I plan to do, but not yet," Bridget
said.  Andrea was going limp.  Bridget placed Andrea on the now bare desk
face up.  Andrea lay there moaning and groaning.  She lay spread eagle on
the desk with her arms stretched out, and each leg hanging over the desk. 
But she was still conscious.  Bridget then did something I didn't expect. 
She removed Andrea's shirt, and placed Andrea's hands directly over her
head.  Bridget put Andreas hands between her own legs as she stood behind
Andrea's head and looked down at her.  She then stripped Andrea from he
shirt and bra, and began playing with her tits.  "A big girl like me don't
get much action," Bridget said.  Andrea started to moan with pleasure, while
Bridget kept on fondling Andrea's tits.  Andrea opened her eyes and started
squirming her legs and moved left and right on the desk to get situated
better.  Bridget then reached all the way down Andrea's body and started to
play with her pussy.  Instead of taking advantage of the situation, Andrea
just lay there, moaning loudly, and enjoying it.  Bridget removed her shirt,
and placed her tits in Andrea's face.  Andrea then put two of her legs on
the desk and lifted her pelvis while Bridget intensely rubbed on the
spandex.  Bridget then looked at me at smirked.  She was setting Andrea up,
and Andrea didn't suspect a thing.  Bridget was in perfect place where
Andrea could knee her, but no.  Her arms were still between Bridget's legs. 
It was a 69er position.  Bridget then got up, let Andrea's arms free, and
just stood there.  Andrea rolled over on the desk, got on her hands and
knees, with her ass facing me, and slowly crawled towards Bridget.  Bridget
gently played with Andrea's hair and said, "Roll over again, so I could suck
on your tits."  Andrea did just that.  She got on her back, and spread her
legs.  Her womanly juices could be seen through the spandex.  She was ready
for an orgasm.  Bridget then took Andrea by the hair and violently tugged. 
Andrea yelped, and Bridget pulled her right off the desk, and unto the
floor.  THUDD!!  UNGHHH was all I could hear.  Bridget lifted Andrea up by
her hair and walked towards the middle of the floor.  The wind was knocked
out of Andrea, and she could barely breath let alone defend herself.  Andrea
was holding her washboard stomach when Bridget started firing knees which
struck their targets.  THUD, THUD, THUD, each knee hitting Andrea's stomach,
and Andrea couldn't make a sound.  Bridget let her go, and Andrea fell
gasping for air.  Bridget wouldn't let Andrea rest however.  She lifted
Andrea by the hair while Andrea just started getting air.  Bridget flung
Andrea against the wall.  Andrea tripped over the small stereo, and fell
directly face first into the wall.  She fell face down, with the stereo
between her knees.  I checked on her, but she was crying, so she was
conscious.
Bridget walked over and tossed the stereo one side.  Andrea was sobbing, and
Bridget laughed and laughed.  Andrea finally got to her and swung at
Bridget.  Bridget never moved and the punch still wasn't close.  After the
swing, Andrea stumbled forward, and Bridget took advantage.  She placed
Andrea's head between her thighs, and walked towards the split bed.  Andrea
was defenseless, and Bridget knew it.  Bridget looked down Andrea's back and
noticed the thong that showed.  She held on to the thong with two hands and
pulled until she held Andrea in a piledriver position.  Bridget stood and
glanced a smirk a me, and dropped unto the split bed which totally collapsed
upon impact.  Andrea never made a sound.  When Andrea hit the ground, her
head bounced off the wood, but she stayed in her position.  She was lying on
the canvas, head turned sideways, and her butt stuck way up in the hair. 
She wasn't moving.  I went over tp her and began to lift her arms and make a
three count.  While I lifted her arms, I secretly rubbed her thongs which
was all the way up her back.  I got to two, when Bridget lifted the
unconscious Andrea by the hair.   "Ninety night skinny whore!!"  Yelled
Bridget, and WHACKED Andrea over her head with the keyboard.  Andrea fell
face up and spread eagle.  She was in convulsions and her legs shaked
wildly.  All of a sudden the convulsions stopped and she lay there,
motionless, and unconscious.  Spread eagle and beautiful.

I gave Bridget her winnings, and she gave me her number for future
matchups.  Andrea, on the other hand, lay there, spread eagle, still with
her orgasm showing through the spandex.