The Birthday
By wolfboy

A private rules catfight is my birthday treat

‘Steve, you know you can’t park your car there, how am I supposed to get my car out if I need to?’
‘Sorry Ms McArthur, I’ll move it in a second, just need to unload some stuff first’
‘OK, but see that it’s moved really soon Steve!’

That was pretty much the way things went with me and my next door neighbour Ms McArthur. She was definitely in the MILF category, but frankly she always seemed to be in a bad mood about something. Worse still, those moods normally seemed to be directed at me, which went to make my 18th birthday present from her all the more amazing.
The following day with my car again parked across her drive, I heard her calling my name.
‘Steve?, Steve?’ she called
‘Sorry Ms McArthur, I’ll move it straight away’ I replied
‘Move what?’ she asked looking around ‘Oh, that’ she said glancing at my car. ‘Don’t worry about that for now. Look, I’ve been thinking. I’m always pretty hard on you, and you’re a nice kid really. I know Emma is really keen on you as well. Look, I know your birthday is coming up pretty soon, and you deserve something special for your 18th, so here’s £200’
I smiled and was about to launch into a huge thank you when Ms McArthur carried on. ‘Oh, but that’s not really your present. I want you to use that to find me a woman to catfight for you on your birthday’
I think my jaw must have hit the floor with the surprise and Ms McArthur gave me her hottest smile as she said ‘I thought you might be having a little trouble putting words and thoughts together after that, so I wrote you some instructions, so read them carefully’
‘I will Ms McArthur, and thank you’ I just about managed to blurt out.
‘You’re welcome’ she replied’ Oh, and Steve’ she smiled ‘shift you car!’
* * * *
Car successfully moved, I locked myself in my room to study Ms McArthur’s instructions which read
‘Steve, hopefully you are over the shock now, so here are your instructions on finding me an opponent.
1 I weigh about 145lbs. I will fight any woman up to 175lbs
2 I have experience in rules catfights. I’ve won 12 and lost 5 against a variety of opponents, so you need to find a skilled and tough opponent.
3 My rules for rules catfights are 2 x 10 minute rounds followed by an unlimited 3rd round which can only be won by forcing your opponent to quit the match. Both fighters will start clothed and only be allowed to attack areas once the clothing has been removed. The last fall will be fought naked. Apart from punches and kicks to the head, everything else is legal. If you submit to a move in the first two rounds, the hold is broken, but the match continues.
4 It’s almost certain that any opponent will want to confirm with me, so my mobile number is 0773 247213654. I am open to refining the rules a little if the opponent wants to.
5 the fight will be held at my house, and I suggest 6PM on the day after your birthday for match time?
6 I suggest you make sure my opponent is hot as well. You’ll enjoy it more that way, trust me!
Debbie
Xxx’
Shelly Sands was the name of the woman I found to take on Ms McArthur after some time trawling the internet. Her website said she was big (5ft 10ins and 165lbs), blonde and beautiful (and she was!). An email followed by a phone call confirmed that she also had experience in private rules catfights, was available on the right day, and that she would speak to Ms McArthur to confirm the details.
My role as official matchmaker was now over, and I found I was almost willing the days away to my birthday, and more so the day after my birthday. I soon found out the two ladies had spoken about the rules, and all was well. Ms McArthur had told me as much one morning saying ‘Don’t worry, it’s all sorted on the rules front. She looks like a good opponent. We’ve agreed what we’re doing, and you’ll find out all about it in a few days’
It seemed to have taken forever, but now it was the day of the match. I made my excuses at home and left to ‘go out with some friends’, driving off down the road then parking up and walking back to Ms McArthur’s house. Ms McArthur saw me coming and opened the door so I could hustle inside. She looked stunning even though she was only wearing an old tracksuit at the moment. Her hair and makeup was perfect, almost as if she was ready for a night out, her brunette hair was loosely curled, laying around her shoulders.
‘Hi Steve’ she said as she kissed my cheek ‘I thought you might be a bit early arriving, but that’s fine. It gives me time to show you around a little first. Would you like a beer?’
‘Uum thanks’ I stuttered ‘ That’d be nice thanks Ms McArthur’
‘Please, call me Debbie’ she said as she tossed me a can of lager ‘ Come on, I’ll show you the wrestling ring down in the basement. Shelly should be here soon along with Tara. Tara’s our referee for this evening and she’s also going to be Shelly’s corner woman. You’re going to be in my corner if that’s OK Steve?’
‘Works OK for me Ms, Uum Debbie’ I managed as we went down the stairs to the basement. The basement was the same size as ours at home, but instead of the junk that cluttered ours there was a twenty foot square mat in the centre of the room surrounded by ropes which were attached to loosely padded metal poles that ran from floor to ceiling.
‘The ropes are only really for show’ Debbie said ‘ they’d probably break if I tried to use them like a pro wrestling ring. So, here’s how it’s going to work. You’re going to be in my corner, and you’ll be sat over there’ she said pointing to an arm chair. ‘In between rounds, you’ll get me drinks, towel me off and so on. I’ll tell you if I need you to do anything different. Apart from that, don’t interfere whatever you think and try to enjoy it’
‘I don’t think enjoying it is going to be a problem Debbie’ I smiled.
‘Thought not’ she laughed ‘look, I have to finish off getting ready, so let’s go back upstairs. Can you let Tara and Shelly in when they arrive please? They should come together, and Tara’s my usual ref so she can show Shelly where to change and everything. Tara will go through the rules with us both when we are ready to start. They’re more or less what you’ve already seen though’.
In due course, Tara arrived with Shelly (who really was big, blonde and beautiful). Tara should Shelly the fight area, which met her approval, and then she showed the blonde the changing area in the basement. Her tasks done for the time being, Tara grabbed a Pepsi and took me down to the basement to set up for the fight. ‘You are a lucky kid you know’ Tara said to me as we walked down the stairs ‘Debbie’s only fought with her daughter as her second before this, so she must like you to do this’
‘I know’ I agreed ‘I didn’t realise it, but you must be right!’
‘Well, don’t be surprised by what you see. Debbie’s a tough fighter who can handle herself. She’s not afraid to fight dirty in there, and these matches are really anything goes’ Tara went on ‘Shelly might have a surprise, even though she’s a professional fighter, she might be caught out by Debbie. Anyway, here come our ladies’
v
Debbie McArthur Shelly Sands
(Pictures are not of actual fighters but show the outfits they wore)
Both women entered the ring in the basement going to opposite corners. Tara followed them in to the ring as I took my seat in the corner. Both women looked incredible. Debbie’s outfit was almost entirely black – black and white bra with a thong, black micro mini skirt, sheer hold-up stockings and a pair of black fashion boots that came just below her knee. The heel on her boot was small, and added about an inch to her height. Debbie’s hair was still loose around her shoulders as it had been when I’d arrived.
Shelly was also a sight to behold and she stood in her corner. A turquoise mini dress was worn over a white thong with a pair of white wrestling boots. She had tied her hair in a ponytail which came just past her shoulder blades down her back.
‘OK ladies’ Tara said ‘I’m going to go through the rules now. I expect you to stick to them, it shouldn’t be that difficult, there’s not many!’ she laughed ‘ OK, first a point of order. For this match I am acting as Shelly’s second while Steve will be Debbie’s second. It will be a rules catfight to a slightly modified version of Debbie McArthur’s house rules which are as such – 2 10 minute rounds, followed by an unlimited third period to decide the match. Clawing and punching attacks to the upper body, the breasts, stomach and crotch may only take place once the clothing has been removed from those areas. No punches or kicks to the head at any time, slapping is allowed. The last fall can only be won by a total submission, which is to submit the match. Prior to that, submissions will be honoured but the match will continue straight away with a different move. I am in charge of the match, but I intend to let you ladies get on with it as there are only limited rules. If you persistently break a rule, your opponent will be allowed to apply a penalty hold of their choice. I will also stop the fight if I consider one of you unable to continue. Any questions?’
I had a few, such as with Debbie’s stomach exposed while Shelly wore a dress, wasn’t that a big disadvantage, but I held my tongue as both women shook their heads. I guessed that was just one of those things.
‘OK then’ Tara said smiling at me ‘I suggest we start in two minutes. For the record, Debbie is 38 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighs 146lbs and is 36c-26-36. Her record is a 12 & 5 winning record. Shelly is 29 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, weighs 164lbs and is 40dd-25-39. Her record is 10 wins with 3 defeats.’ Debbie came to her corner and beckoned me to the ring for a ‘good luck kiss’ before Tara called both women to the centre of the ring to start the contest.
The first round started in a blur of action as Debbie cannoned a couple of flat handed slaps in to Shelly’s face before the blonde struck back with a kick to Debbie’s bare stomach which slowed Debbie up briefly, long enough for Shelly to clothesline her to the mat. With cat like speed the big blonde sat down hard on Debbie’s stomach, winding her and then, forcing Debbie’s hands above her head, she moved up her body to pin the older woman by sitting on her tits. Loud cracks echoed around the basement as Shelly slapped Debbie’s thighs and then moved up to attack Debbie’s face with more open handed slaps to both cheeks. Debbie bucked wildly to dislodge Shelly and eventually she was able to dislodge the blonde. Both women rolled away and got quickly to their feet, again looking to connect with long range blows. The advantage lay with Shelly though, as using Debbie’s house rules cleverly, she had cut down Debbie’s target areas by wearing a dress.
Debbie looked to slap high at Shelly’s head but the blonde was able to steer clear of the attack, ducking down to fire a series of body punches into Debbie’s stomach. Debbie took it well, but I wondered for how long. Finally, Debbie connected with a slap to Shelly’s face, and then she quickly dropped to the mat to sweep the blondes legs dropping her to the mat. The older woman quickly wrapped her stocking clad thighs around Shelly’s head and started to squeeze. A handful of hair helped her to secure the hold and give Shelly her first serious taste of pain in the match. Shelly bridged, safe in the knowledge that Debbie could not attack her stomach, and she was successful in turning in to the hold before escaping with a headstand. Again both women were back to their feet and circling each other before Shelly struck home with an elbow to the top of Debbie’s shoulder.
A knee lift to her exposed stomach followed, and then a body slam was delivered with authority by the tall blonde. Debbie hit the mat hard, but was already rolling to avoid any possible follow up attack. Shelly wisely stayed clear of the older woman as she came back to her feet looking for a way to attack the blonde which she did, securing a hold of her ponytail before driving her head first in to the padded corner post twice before pushing Shelly to the mat. Debbie followed up with a leg drop high across Shelly’s throat, and then she tried to apply an arm bar to the blonde, forcing her arm against the joint.
Shelly grimaced in pain as she tried to stop the hold being fully applied, while Debbie strained to secure the hold properly. In her determination though, Debbie left herself open to a stomach punch from the powerful blonde and again the move was broken. Both women can back to their feet, before Shelly caught Debbie with a kick to the thigh which knocked Debbie off balance long enough for Shelly to tackle her to the mat. A stomp to the head followed, causing Debbie to groan with pain before Shelly moved in to pin Debbie, this time trapping the older woman in a reverse face sit. The blonde locked eyes with me and smiled as she started to pound away on Debbie’s stomach with a series of half a dozen punches. Then smiling cruelly, she removed Debbie’s bra, exposing her perfect 36c breasts.
‘One minute remaining in the round’ Tara said, and it was fairly clear to me that Shelly intended to spend most of the minute digging her nails in to Debbie’s breasts. Debbie clearly thought the same as with a desperation move she was able to wrap her legs around Shelly and force her from the pining position. Shelly was able to maintain a reverse head scissor though, and she was punishing Debbie as time ran out in round one.
‘Time ladies’ Tara announced as the two women broke. Shelly threw Debbie’s bra from the ring as she walked to her corner. Debbie came back to sit in my corner, and I was straight in for my towel and water duties, spraying Debbie’s toned and glistening body before towelling her off. Over in the other corner, I could hear Tara complimenting Shelly on her performance in the round ‘Well done, you’ve kept Debbie off balance for most of the round. Her tits are exposed now so you can attack her upper body at will. The longer you can keep her away from your dress the better – she’s struggling to hit you’
Back in my corner I was surprised at just how calm Debbie was despite being on the receiving end for much of the round. ‘She’s tough’ I offered ‘ but I think that if you get her dress off, the fight will even up quite a bit’. Debbie smiled at my encouragement, laughing ‘you just want to see her tits don’t you Steve?’I laughed at the thought as Debbie kissed me again before returning to the ring for round two.
On the other side of the ring, the big, beautiful blonde Shelly slipped back in to the ring, waiting in her corner as Tara was the last to re-enter the ring. ‘Ladies are you both prepared to continue?’ Tara asked. On receiving two nods in reply, the fight was back underway for round2 as Shelly came straight in to Debbie jabbing at her exposed breasts. A couple of punches landed as did a painful looking nails first straight fingered thrust which drew a wince of pain from Debbie. Shelly went back to the move again, but this time Debbie was waiting on her, and grabbing the arm, she flipped Shelly to the mat where she attempted to apply an arm bar.
The blonde was simply too strong for the move to be applied fully at this stage of the match, but it had given Debbie an element of control and she was able to remove one of the shoulder straps of Shelly’s dress before the blonde worked her way free. Back to their feet, and Shelly struck next catching Debbie in a flying head scissor which she was able to use to bring Debbie to the mat. Although the hold was broken on landing, Debbie was stunned enough to allow Shelly to reapply the side head scissor down on the mat. One hand was quickly twisted in Debbie’s hair to hold her head in place, while the other head was free to deliver a hard stomach punch as Debbie bridged to try and break the hold. Debbie tried again to bridge out of the head scissor, and this time Shelly punched to the body and then followed up with a punch to the tits. Debbie groaned in frustration as she was knocked back to the mat. Then Debbie tried to turn in to the hold to get free, but just succeeded in exposing her rib cage to another punch from Shelly and she was back to square one again as the blondes toned muscular thighs worked away on her head.
Shelly sensed she was on top as she piled on the pressure and Debbie’s groans of pain were becoming steadily more audible. I noticed that Shelly’s hand was now working away slightly hidden from view, and as I shifted my view point slightly I could see that she also had a straight choke hold on Debbie – perfectly legal under the rules. Tara saw it too, and was quickly in to ask Debbie if she submitted. Debbie’s answer was to bridge again, gaining brief respite from the choke, but only because Shelly was delivering a body punch again. Once Debbie had stopped bridging, Shelly quickly got the choke hold back on while she continued to crush her head between her powerful thighs.
‘Submit?’ Shelly inquired, and as Tara checked in again, Debbie submitted for the first time in the match, just over 4 minutes in to round 2. ‘Break the hold’ Tara ordered and Shelly did so immediately, but of course under the house rules, the match continued straight away as Shelly grabbed a fresh handful of hair to bring Debbie back to her feet. A body slam followed, and, as Debbie lay on the mat still suffering from the impact, Shelly reached down and tore her mini skirt away leaving Debbie clad in just a thong, stockings and boots.
Shelly pulled her back to her feet again before clamping on a crushing bear hug lifting Debbie off her feet. ‘No!’ Debbie screamed as the pressure was increased on the hold while Shelly taunted her ‘Submit old lady, it’s always easier once you’ve given in once’. Debbie gritted her teeth and said no again before delivering a two handed slap to Shelly’s head. The hold was broken, but Debbie was slow to react and found herself floored by a kick to the pit of her stomach.
Shelly leaned over to pick Debbie off the mat only to find herself the victim of another hard slap in the face, then Debbie swept a still stunned Shelly’s legs from under her, and the blonde crumpled to the mat where Debbie was able to catch her straight away in a reverse face sit. Debbie’s first move was to remove the other shoulder strap of Shelly’s dress and slide the dress part way down her body to expose her tits. The dress wasn’t right off, but Shelly’s double D’s made an ample target for Debbie’s slaps and nipple pinching. It was still a bit of a surprise though to see the blonde submit so quickly, Tara ordering Debbie to break. There was still a couple of minutes left in the round as Debbie brought Shelly back to her feet before impressively hoisting the blonde to deliver her own body slam, and she followed up with a knee drop to the blonde’s exposed stomach.
A double handed blow to the chest knocked Shelly back to the mat, before Debbie got her trapped in a classic cross pin. Shelly’s arms were outspread and she was unable to defend her breasts as Debbie used her right hand to claw at them. Shelly slapped at Debbie’s arse cheeks, but with her hand scissored between Debbie’s thighs, there was little force in the move, and she again submitted to Debbie’s breast mauling giving the tough brunette a 2-1 lead as Tara called time at the end of round 2.
‘Great work Debbie!’ I exclaimed as she slipped back through the ropes to join me. ‘Now you’ve got her dress off, she’s submitted twice in a few minutes to you squeezing her tits, keep that up and you’ve got her I reckon’ was the total of my coaching as I rubbed Debbie down with her towel. In between sips on her drink she replied ‘Well it does hurt if you do it properly Steve’ with a cruel smile ‘at least I can hit the big bitch now that dress is off, she’s worked my body over well, but I think it might be payback time now’
Over in the other corner I could hear Tara telling Shelly to ‘stay on her body; you’ve got to keep working in the body punches because that’s going to tire her out. Remember it’s submit the match now, so if you’re trapped try to fight your way out, she doesn’t have to release you until you give it up’
I thought that Shelly looked to be tiring, but didn’t say anything as Tara called both women back to the ring. ‘OK ladies, now as you agreed, neither of you will strip naked voluntarily, but attacks to the crotch are now fully legal regardless. I’ll remind you that this fall is unlimited time until one of you gives the match. Fight’
Now it seemed that both women were more cautious, as if sensing that one mistake might just be the end of the match. The two topless glamazons circled each other, content to trade long range body punches and the odd slap to the face for the first couple of minutes. Debbie got in close to land a straight punch to Shelly’s stomach which landed hard, but the blonde was somehow able to trap Debbie in a front headlock despite the blow. Swinging her legs up, Shelly wrapped Debbie in a front body scissor, taking the brunette to the mat. Shelly’s legs were straight out with the effort of applying her crushing power to the scissor hold while controlling Debbie’s head with the front headlock.
Fortunately for Debbie, Shelly wasn’t quite able to turn the headlock into a choke, but the scissor hold was causing enough trouble on it’s own. Tara checked in for the first time, but Debbie was able to latch her fingers on to Shelly’s left nipple quickly causing the blonde to break and get to her feet. Debbie was slower to rise, and as she did, Shelly caught her with a kick to the shoulder. Debbie dropped back to the mat, and Shelly followed in with a full body splash which drove the air from Debbie’s lungs. A grapevine pin was applied as Debbie found her face trapped between Shelly’s double D’s in a breast smother depriving her of air. Debbie flailed her arms wildly against Shelly’s sides before eventually getting a grip of the Shelly’s white thong and pulling it to give the younger woman a painful wedgie. It was enough to force Shelly away from the breast smother, but she maintained the grapevine and then with Debbie’s legs painfully spread, Shelly pushed aside her thong and pushed her finger in to Debbie’s pussy. Debbie yelled out in pain as the blonde worked her pussy from the inside, stopping only to ask Debbie if she gave up. ‘Fuck you’ was the strained answer to which Shelly laughed ‘really, I thought I was fucking you’ before continuing to work the pussy claw.
Debbie howled in pain as Shelly worked the move, but she refused to submit before cracking two hard slaps in to the blonde’s face forcing her to abandon her attacks. Shelly rolled off Debbie who instantly clutched at her crotch causing Tara to check if she wanted to continue. The answer was yes as Debbie got back to her feet. Shelly returned the slap to the face from long range before looking to secure a handful of hair as Debbie ducked and then pounded her fists into Shelly’s rib cage with a quick one-two punch combination.
I was impressed that Debbie had now come back to have Shelly slumped on the mat. Debbie ground her boot on Shelly’s right breast as she lay on the mat before delivering a knee drop to the blonde’s crotch which caused a scream of agony from the stricken wrester. Debbie again spread the blonde’s legs wide, but this time turned the bigger woman over in a boston crab which quickly brought a screaming submission from Shelly.
‘Submit the match?’ Debbie asked the blonde, maintaining the hold. ‘Never’ came the reply from the defiant blonde as Debbie increased the pressure steadily drawing sobs of pain from Shelly.
‘The match bitch’ Debbie continued ‘submit the match?’
‘I submit the match’ came Shelly’s sobbed reply, giving Debbie the win and me possibly the best birthday present on all time as the victor came over to kiss me again before she slumped in my chair.
‘Wow Debbie, you were amazing’ I gushed ‘I never knew you could do that. I mean she was a professional wrestler and everything and you beat her’
‘Tell me about it’ Debbie replied ‘Tough bitch as well. I guess I’ve had tougher matches though’
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An hour or so later, Debbie had showered and Shelly had left with Tara, good naturedly (I thought) vowing revenge. Debbie and I were sat in her lounge enjoying a drink when she made me a surprise offer.
‘Look Steve’ she started ‘I always need a second for matches and now that Emma’s at university she’s not available all that often. Would you be prepared to help me out sometimes in the future? You’re obviously my good luck charm’ she smiled.
Of course, I jumped at the chance. Anything for a repeat of my birthday treat!!