Family Wrestling Video: Heather’s Public Catfight by Stone Kidman
After finding some old VHS tapes of my older sister catfighting other women, I wrote down her exploits and collected them into this anthology. Lots of hair pulling, face slapping, belly punching, breast mauling and crotch clawing matches where the loser gets stripped and facesat before she’s made to please the winner after utter domination. Any lover of catfights or sexfights would enjoy this collection.
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I found another of the VHS tapes in this big box from my dad’s basement that was out of the ordinary. It had my older sister Heather, who was then eighteen, competing in a sort of catfight tournament. It looked like it was held in a kind of high school gym with other matches going on around her. The best way I could describe it would be like from The Karate Kid, where there were initial round robin matches going on simultaneously. Dad was in the bleachers and zoomed in while Heather paired off against this blonde chick. They were several rows up and it was a room full of people as other sanctioned catfights were going on. Each girl wore a one piece swimsuit or a leotard with a referee by their side on blue gym mats. It was like a floor of mats, all seemingly connected like a giant jigsaw puzzle but large enough, and with the referee there to make sure they stayed in bounds, so nobody crashed onto another’s mat.
My sister looked like she could easily take her opponent. Heather was 5’07” and 135 pounds with a 38DD. She wore a purple swimsuit, cut a little high on the hip to show off her ass, presumably to facesit her opponent with. The blonde facing her was shorter, maybe 5’04” and was probably 125 pounds. She had about a C cup that were nearly visible, since she wore this white one piece that criss-crossed in the back but was almost sheer under the lights that shined on all the fighters. The ref was this older guy with a grey mustache in the zebra shirt; both teens had their long hair down past the shoulders so as soon as the old ref told them to start, they both latched on and began swinging slaps.
It looked like Heather could crush this other bitch, I even heard my mom on the video saying the same thing as she yelled to my sister who had her head pulled lower by her opponent tugging her dark hair; the blonde however seemed like a nastier fighter. It was hard to hear what was going on, due to the distance of my parents recording and all the other noise as there were fights happening just a few feet away, but hearing my sister’s scream echo across the gymnasium, when the blonde reached between Heather’s legs to apply a crotch claw, made me smile. I don’t think it was illegal, because the ref made no motion to stop it and I could see my sister physically reacting, crying out in pain as the blonde worked her talons up into Heather’s swimsuit to attack her hairy snatch.
Heather let go of her opponent’s blonde locks to try and remove her wrist from her beaver, the second she did, the other girl did a half hairemare; sort of hip tossing my sister down by her dark hair to the blue mat. I thought I heard someone call her Betty from the crowd, though it could’ve been to one of the other dozen teens wrestling, but for now I’ll just refer to blondie by that. Heather still had a handful of Betty’s hair so she pulled the other girl down by that once she flipped my sister but the blonde just knelt down across Heather’s throat while she started clawing her double D cup through the swimsuit.
“Rip it off baby,” I heard a woman’s shrill voice shout from somewhere in the stands as my sister’s yelps were cut off by the blonde’s knee in her throat. She was alternating with chops to Heather’s tits, then slapping my sister in the face, as the brunette was tugging down on Betty’s hair so she could hit her in the face. However when the blonde gave Heather’s nipple a sharp twist, making my sister squeal loudly despite being choked, Betty lost her balance and went tumbling backwards on the mat. She inadvertently pulled Heather along with her, getting her in a headscissors by luck as my sister was dragged along by her hair. I thought my sister would get some payback, since she was facing Betty’s snatch, but the blonde was the first to act; grabbing the front of Heather’s one piece and tugging on it hard, giving her a nasty front wedgie. She yelped out, and tried to pry Betty’s hand away, when the blonde suddenly let go to bring her open down hard across Heather’s face; her slap reverberating in the full gymnasium.
When my sister brought her hand up to block it, though it sounded like she called the blonde a bitch, Betty reached over her hip to twist Heather’s nipples again, making her screech like she had been burned. My sister suffered this for about twenty seconds on the video before she tried to stand up while in the headscissors. Since she had the height and weight advantage, I thought maybe now she’d rally back and take Betty to task. My sister had both feet under her, though bent over since her opponent was still pulling on her long dark hair, when the blonde teen reach up to claw both of Heather’s big tits.
I watched my sister stumble as she screamed epithets, and though I couldn’t see on the video from where my parents sat, judging by the way Betty’s arms were moving back and forth under her ass, she was really ripping at Heather’s boobs. I was then astonished at the flexibility of the blonde when she abandoned her tit maul to reach up, grabbing onto my sister’s hair, only to let go of the headscissors. She planted one foot in her foe’s abdomen and monkey flipped the brunette a foot across the mat; my sister landed on her back, lying there motionless like she had the wind knocked out of her, when Betty gracefully rolled backwards and planted her ass on Heather’s face. It was so fluid I had to assume the blonde must’ve done gymnastics or something but, while seated on my sister’s mouth, she pulled down the straps of Heather’s purple swimsuit, trapping her arms at her side. Betty then reached back and resumed digging her nails into my sister’s bare breasts. Though she was kicking and trying to buck the blonde off, Betty would casually wrap her legs around Heather’s head like a figure four, so her pussy was planted firmly on my sister’s mouth.
Dad zoomed in so I got a good look at Betty’s tits, clearly visible through her sweaty white one piece, with her large dark areolas, as Heather’s muffled screams seemed to get the blonde off; grinding her box on my sister’s face. She used her opponent’s double D cups to hold on while she waited for Heather to wear herself out. Then I was treated to a hot sight as Betty looked down at my sister, her eyes visible from between her crossed legs, and I think she told my sister to lick her. Again, it was hard to hear due to the distance and screams coming from the other catfights, but after Betty gave Heather’s nipples a cruel twisting that made my sister’s body spasm in agony until she must’ve relented. Betty’s head tilted back as she let go of one boob to pull aside the crotch of her swimsuit to let my sister eat her out.
“Show her who’s in charge, sweetie,” I heard that same woman yell. A second later, the blonde got up to switch positions; I wondered why Heather didn’t bother moving or fighting back, but it looked Iike Betty kept hold of her nipple as she transitioned to facing my sister’s chest. She resumed licking the blonde until Betty slapped Heather’s tits, saying something I couldn’t hear but sounded like “Up!” A second later, my sister flipped her legs toward Betty who caught one so now she was in like a reverse matchbook. She let go of my sister’s nipple to stick two fingers in her snatch; the blonde continued grinding her ass on Heather’s face and it looked like her wrist was sitting still as my bitchy older sister had to thrust her hips up to fuck Betty’s hand.
“Faster, loser,” I could hear the blonde say, in the brief lull of action, as Heather fucked herself with her opponent’s digits until she screamed out from beneath Betty’s pussy and eventually squirted all over her bare tits. Betty let go only to suddenly start roughly humping my sister’s face; she grabbed onto Heather’s tits, clawing the hell out of them, until she too cried out her own orgasm.
The referee raised Betty’s hand, then I guess my sister got eliminated from the tournament because after a few seconds of static the only other thing on the tape was a private shot from the back of a van. It was lined with red velvet and must’ve been a throwback from the 70s as Betty banged my sister from behind with a strap on while I assumed her father made my sister suck his dick. I assumed dad was filming this from the front seat, because the angle was looking straight back in this paneled van. Some daylight entered from a porthole off to the right of the frame, almost framing the action with angelic radiance. There were small square shaped back windows with what looked like horizontal blinds so it allowed some light in; not much but enough to outline the large burly man. He was shirtless in jean shorts, which were still around his hips, though I guess unzipped. He had a chest full of dark hair and a gold medallion with a short, trim beard of dark hair and curly dark hair on his head.
I would’ve assumed he was Greek, judging by those types of people I had seen in the neighborhood growing up, but he only spoke in grunts while Heather was bent over. Betty was behind my sister, still wearing her one piece, and grabbing her hips to pump away while the Greek dude had my sister’s hair wrapped up in one fist like a weird ponytail. He used it like a lever to bob her head up and down on his pole. I couldn’t see how well equipped he was, as the only sounds in the van were his grunts, my sister’s obnoxious sucking noise mixed with her moans as Betty plowed away. Finally the Greek dude groaned deeply, about the same time as Heather squealed. Her ass and legs trembled as she was bent over servicing the pair and not on her knees. Betty laughed, slapped my sister on her ass and called her a fucking loser. I certainly hope to find more info on this tournament from my sister and if this was something her daughter would be doing, since Brooke had already started her own basement catfight career.
The End