|
|
| |
|
 |
|
My First Catfight
It was an unusually warm August night... we had been at the camp drinking and
the campers next door were more than a little obnoxious. I decided to go over and
ask them to keep it down a bit. I was confronted by a very butch girl who was
not too pleasant and told me to fuck off and pushed me hard.
She had short black hair, tattooed and looked like she weighed at least 150lbs and 5'5" tall. Her halter top showed some pretty strong looking arms. She was definately much bigger than me... I am a firey red head, but smaller at 5-3 120lbs. I was dresses in cut offs and a mid-riff tshirt. While I am smaller than her, I am in great shape.
I was going to leave with my tail between my legs but my husband said, "don't let
her push you around".
I dont know if it was the beer or my husbands enthusiam, but I turned and ran at
her... it was like hitting a wall. Ramming her like that didn't really knock her back much at all. Instead, she tackled me and we fell to the ground with her landing on top.
I managed to roll over but quickly wound up on my back again. She sat down hard on my stomach and she definately felt heavy, more like a bulldozer. She managed to get my arms pinned under her knees and started hitting me hard.
I managed to get an arm free to try to protect my face. I guess while
trying to protect myself, my hand got caught in her top, and her boobs were out
and swinging in my face. The crowd of onlookers, including my stupid husband, let out a whoop.
Needless to say she did not like that very much. The dyke got my arm pinned back down and proceeded to give me a beating. She eventually rolled me over, removed my top and told me to get walking.
I walk back to our camp hurt, humiliated and embarassed but glad I stood up to her.
|
 |
|
