The Catfighter V The Boxer
By michellepuma@hotmail.com
A real fight I recently had vers a female boxer at our health club....


Hi! My name is Michelle Puma and you may have read some of my exploits on this
or other female fighting boards. I am 40 years old, a mother of two teenagers
and I have been married to my husband Steve for close to 20 years. I am five
foot six inches tall, tip the scales at 130LBS, have black shoulder length
hair and my measurements are 37dd-23-37. I have been fighting since I was a
teen and still love to mess it up with other women for real or via fantasy
fights. I'm very proud of my body and think my full firm breasts are a great
asset (and they are all mine). I'm willing to put them on the line with any
woman in any style of fight. I work out at the gym a minimum of 3 times a week
taking step classes and using free weights extensively. I'm always interested
in meeting new opponents and this is the story of a recent chance meeting.

My opponent is named Peggy Thoman. She's 35 years old, about 5 foot 8, weighs
135, measurements are 36D-25-35 and she has shoulder length red hair.. She's a
big Irish girl.. She's married to a fireman and is the mother of two young
kids (oldest is 11). She recently started working out in the health club that
I've belonged to for a couple of years. I started taking a boxing exercise
class about 3 months ago and she joined the class about 3 weeks ago. She has
been involved in boxing as exercise for several years and I've spared with her
a couple of times during class (we often get divided up into pairs for the
workout session of the class) and she's really very good. This morning during
class we spared together and then afterwards we went out for coffee. We got to
talking about our history and she told me that she'd been into boxing as
exercise for several years. She regularly worked out at a small gym in the
area that had recently closed and that's how she came to our club. I told her
that she was very good in the ring and she told me that she'd actually had a
couple of fights with other women. Turns out the wife of one of the firemen in
her husband's company was also into boxing and that they'd met together in a
makeshift ring at a party. The conversation then turned to my experience and I
told her about my background and that although I had boxed a bit most of my
experience was in catfighting. She was interested in that and pumped me for
lots of info on fights I'd had and how they started and what the rules were,
etc. Well after about 10 minutes she told me that she'd love to fight me
sometime and I said sure, anytime your want. Imagine my surprise when she said
well how bout now? Never one to turn down a challenge I said sure and since
neither of us had any real plans for the rest of the day, we headed over to
her house. Now how bout this...the catfighter vrs the boxer.

Well, we get to her house and; turns out she has a big play room in her
basement that they were in the process of re-doing. Basically a carpeted room
that they were waiting for furniture for and nothing else. Looked like a good
venue to me! As neither of us were prepared with anything, we agreed to just
strip down to our bras and panties and go at it. Always the proper one, I had
a nice little matching black satin lace bra and thong set on. As she striped
off her jeans and brown sweater I saw she wore a serviceable white cotton bra
(I call them big girl bras because they are usually worn by big girls like
her) and cotton panties (shame on her though..they were beige and didn't
match!). As we faced each other I wondered how I'd fare in real life against
her She had a couple of inches on me and a few pounds and was a couple of
years younger. She looked to be in good shape even if she was a bit thicker
around the middle than me. Her tits were substantial as was the bra that held
them in. I knew she had a good strong right punch and good instincts but then
this was not in the ring and there was no ref or rules.

As we circled each other and started to move together I noticed that Peggy had
balled her hands into fists..probably a boxing instinct. I knew from sparing
with her that the several inches she had over me in height also gave her a
longer reach. I knew that I could not get in too close to her or she would
trap me before I had a chance to strike. I felt that who ever hit first would
have the upper hand in our fight! I got to about 2 1/2 feet from her when I
surprised her by lashing out with my right foot. I caught her just below the
top of her panties and knocked a good bit of the air from her. She doubled up
and I grabbed her in a head lock that with some flipping action I turned into
a perfect hip throw. She landed with a thud against the wall that dazed her
for a couple of seconds. As she started to get up, I grabbed two handfuls of
her red hair and kneed her right in her ample D cup tits. As she sagged back,
I brought her up again by her hair and again kneed her squarely in the tits
but this time I let go of her hair. She once again hit the wall and this time
slid down to the floor. Confident that I had the upper hand, I waited for her
to clear the cob webs from her head which took close to 30 seconds. This time
as she started to get to her knees again I moved in to repeat my knee to the
tits move but this time it was Peggy who made the move as she buried a strong
right fist into my belly just above my crotch. Now I was in the position of
having the wind knocked out of me and although she was in no shape to take
advantage of my situation (between the foot to her stomach and the knees to
her tits she was hurting too),the time I took to get back to get her also gave
her time to fill her lungs with some deep breaths and shake off the pain. As
we both got to our feet and faced each other, neither of us were
overconfident. We'd both been hurt and knew a bit more about the other
fighter. This time we locked hands and tried a test of strength. She did have
the advantage of height and weight and I think was probably a bit stronger
than I. Although I started to falter, I was able to get my leg between hers
and trip her so that we both landed on the ground. We proceeded to roll around
the floor and after a few minutes I managed to get behind her and on her back.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. This put pressure on her neck nd
back and she screamed out in pain. As she struggled to pull away, I let go of
her hair and she slammed into the rug face first. Dazed, she offered no
resistance when I un did her bra and flipped her over. I pulled the bra off
and flipped her again. Then I grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her wound
the rug. The woman has the largest nipples I have ever seen, and dragging them
across the rug caused her to scream again. After a couple of minutes, she
managed to pull one of her feet out of my grasp and then lashed out with it
and managed to catch me right between the legs. I hit the floor like a sack of
cement and immediately tried to take deep breaths to ease the pain. Meanwhile,
she was rubbing her damaged tits and her very red and sore nipples. As we both
got to our feet I looked my opponent over and decided that although I'd
suffered a minor setback, I did have the upper hand in the fight. SHe was
topless and her tit were red from rug burns and her huge nipples (now I see
why they always show through her bras) were blood red and looked very sore. So
far I had suffered just minor pain compared to what I had inflicted on her. As
I sometimes do though, I spent too much time thinking and before I knew it we
had closed to a distance that gave Peggy her advantage with a longer reach and
before I knew what was happening she connected with a very strong right left
punch combo that caught me just above my panty line. She had no sooner
connected with those two blows when she connected with a strong right upper
cut which caught me mid cleavage and popped my tits right out of my flimsy
bra. Now my 37DD puppies were easy targets for Peggy the boxer and she
connected with a couple of good shots that did some real damage to my boobs.
As my knees started to buckle, she grabbed me my now useless bra and flung me
into the nearest wall. The bra, which was one of the typical flimsy Fredericks
of Hollywood style that I like, popped it's fasteners and fell to the floor as
I slammed into the wall tits first! The wall board did a wonderful job on my
nipples as I slid to the floor. As I lay in a lump, Peggy yelled at me to get
up. "Come on Michelle...I came back and took some more and so should you!" she
said. Afraid that she was interested in treating me to a knee to my tits like
I had to hers, I started to get up facing the wall with my back to her. As I
was about to get to my feet, she grabbed the back on my thong and pulled for
all she was worth. First I got to my feet and then she lifted me off my feet.
The flimsy thong material buried itself between my ass checks and then started
causing me great pain there and my cunt. Luckily the material tore before any
real damage was done. Hurting top and bottom, I lay in a fetal position
attempting to block any more attacks from Peggy. Peggy was not finished
though. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to the center of the room.
Then, as I lay on my back, she plopped her ass squarely on my belly. Once
again the air was knocked out of me and I was helpless to stop her as she
wrapped her hands around my throat. "SO..I guess the boxer beats the
catfighter, huh?" she hissed at me. "Lets here you beg". Well, I said nothing
but I attempted to grab her hands away from my neck or pull her off my the
hair but her only response was to increase the pressure on my throat. As I was
about the pass out I realized that her tits were hanging within reach and I
grabbed one in each hand sinking my nails into the soft flesh. As I applied
pressure she released my neck and attempted to pull away. I hung on and if
anything applied more pressure as my strength came back. As the nails bit into
Peggy's sensitive tit flesh she started to snarl deep in her throat. As I
continued to apply pressure the snarl turned into a scream and as I was able
to grasp her huge sore nipples in my hand, the scream turned blood curdling! I
was able to flip her at that point and then jump off. As I got to my feet,
Peggy lay on the floor with very damaged boobs. As she got to all fours I
straddled her back, reached down and grabbed one of her tits in each hand and
pulled sideways and upward. As she screamed out I slammed her D cup tits into
each other and she collapsed to the floor and cried "Uncle".

We both laid on the floor for several minutes attempting to get back what we'd
lost during the fight. We'd both taken some punishment to our tits and my body
hurt from some of the strong blows Peggy had connected with. As we eventually
got to our feet she congratulated me on my win. She then led me to the guest
shower and supplied me with towels as she went off to shower too. I took a
nice hot shower and let the water play over my sore body and especially my
tits (I needed to ice them when I got home) and then dressed - minus underwear
which of course was now garbage). I met her in the hall and we went to the
kitchen for a cold drink. She again congratulated me for a good fight and
although a fight like this could have made us enemies, it seemed like we both
had the attitude that you do what you do to win a fight but its nothing
personal. We still seemed like friends and even though there are other things
going on on different levels, I think we will stay friends. "So when do I get
a rematch" Peggy asked as I was leaving. :Any tine you want" I replied. "How
bout boxing next time?" she asked. "Sure I said" feeling perhaps too cocky for
my own good! I think this has the makings of a real world Michelle and Gail!