About the Author
Hello everyone, my name is Anna. I am a Marine, a widow, a mother, a cancer survivor, oh….and I love a good catfight. I am grew up watching wrestling on TV and always got excited when the valets like Missy Hyatt and Sunshine went at it. Once I found the internet in the late 90’s I found different catfight stories. I was hooked. When I write a catfight, I picture one of the old California Wildcats videos in my head. Hot women, lots of body on body, uber yummy!
I started in cyberland in 2008 on yahoo and on Free Catfights Forum. I have met and fought lots of wonderful women.
Being a Bond fan, writing about a woman as a secret agent, just seemed the right thing to do.
I hope you all enjoy the stories and I hope to write more.
Anna the Marine Chick’s Stories
Read Order: One
The two busty, bikini clad beauties cursed as they whipped heads back and forth by each other’s hair. Nails nicked at scalps, getting each woman to yelp in pain. Ewa kicked Abigail in her right shin and Abi stumbled taking the two women careening towards the pool area. Abigail tripped over a lounge chair and it sent them sprawling to the tiled ground. The fall broke them apart and they scrambled towards each other to attack.
Read Order: Three
I was on my back looking at her thighs as they came around my head and her right fist punched me hard in the tummy. I groaned as she squeezed my head with her wet thighs and I could see her cunt getting closer and closer to my face. I brought my own legs up and wrapped them around her head and it brought us down side by side. She yelled out and started biting the inner parts of my thighs, her nails raking at my pussy. I bit down between her legs and started chewing on her labia. My hands raked scratch marks over her shapely ass cheeks and we started a slow roll. She inserted three fingers into my pussy and started raking the inner walls and my clit.
Read Order: Two
Bri was propelled forward, face first into the carpet and then she felt her bottoms coming off. She kicked out but not to hit Ewa, to hurry the bottoms coming off. Ewa yanked them free of Bri’s feet, pulling the boots off with it. Bri put her right hand on the bed and got to her knees and then feet whirling around to face the busty brunette. Ewa charged her and they collided and were thrown to the bed, naked flesh slapping against naked flesh. Bri secured two handfuls of thick brown hair and pulled Ewa up some so their tits mashed together.
“I FUCKING HATE YOU!” Bri screamed at Ewa!
“I HATE YOU MORE YOU TWAT!!!” Ewa yelled back.
Bri sputtered out chucks of cheese and grabbed Ewa’s tank top and pulled, stretching it out and letting Ewa’s huge tits pop free. Ewa grabbed at the neck line of Bri’s t-shirt and yanked, causing it to tear open and down the front, letting Bri’s naked breasts come forth. Bri turned them so both were wedged against the nook and grabbed a glass full of orange juice and dumped it down Ewa’s naked tits.
“So sugar,” the blonde said with a Texas twang, “You need to line up the nipples, tip to tip. Like this.” She lined her long, thick nipples with Alexandra’s thick nubs, “Now the goal is to press the shafts back into the other’s dense tits. In some instances, they will suck together and that, well that is an amazing experience.” That is when she noticed me and smile and Angelica Johanssen got off of Alexandra and motioned for Lisa Watson to take her place. Lisa basically jumped on top of the prone redhead.
Cold water splashes me in the face and I come to. I am tied to a chair and stripped down to my bra and thong. I look down and see two purple marks on my chest, right next to my left tit. A kill shot if I hadn’t been wearing the vest.
“You fucking dirty cunt!” Vera Wong sneers at me, slapping me hard across the face. I taste blood. I spit to my right side. I look around. Warehouse, Vera is here, so is her big titted sidekick Hitomi. The tall chicks are here along with Naomi who has a swollen left eye. Good Job Bri!
Amal and Faesha pulled and tore at robes and hair. Faesha spit in Amal’s face and raked her nails down her cheek leaving nasty red welts in their wake. Amal gritted her teeth through the pain and punched the older terrorist in the right cheek and kicked her off. Faesha got to her feet and noticed the torn burka and started to remove it. She let the garment fall to her feet to reveal her naked body underneath. Amal took the hint and quickly shed her nun garb and unhooked bra and removed her panties.