But now to the comments of Doris: It took almost nine month until my former lover called me again and asked for another catfight between Mareike and me. This time he wanted to see us in different outfits. Okay, no problem. So we started in jeans. They looked great - but it wasn't very comfortable.


When Mareike sat on my face for the first time, it was unpleasant and hurt a bit. Denim is very hard. But I guess she didn't do it on purpose.

In the break Mareike and I agreed for the first time: We both were fed up to hear from him again and again who should be on top and who on the floor. So we took our mini-skirts and Mareike told him:

"We don't tell you how to film your video - so don't tell us how to fight, okay? Otherwise you can film your video alone!"


Mareike was visibly pissed off. And in addition to that had to lay underneath me or between my legs for almost the whole first seven minutes. What she of course again didn't like at all!


In the break I heard my former friend complaining to Mareike that she should fight harder! She just looked at him enraged - and now it was me who had to suffer a little more!


But not only. Though Mareike became really aggressive at the end!

I thought: This was it for today. Finally we gave him quite a lot to film with his camera. But I was wrong. I already had taken on my clothes again when I heard them talking in the corridor. My former lover wasn't happy with what he got at all!

Mareike's reply: "What should we do - hurt us?" - No comment from him. Only a minute later she called me and told me that she wasn't tired at all - and if I would like to go on for another round. No problem. So we took off our clothes again. When we had stripped down to our slips and bras we asked him what kind of outfit he would like so see next.

None. Of course. But this was something Mareike didn't want. So we started in slip and bra. With Mareike almost crying. But only because of her anger. Up till this moment I finally didn't even touch her!

After about a minute I already lay below her - and Mareike pinched my tits.


Also the way we approached to each other was different now. Mareike no longer touched my breasts - she pulled and dragged at them until it hurt. So also I needn't to be careful any longer!


After about five minutes I had to ask Mareike for the first time to slow down a bit. Her answer: "If it's to hard for you, why don't you give up?"


This of course was the least I wanted to do. Furthermore I hated it to be pinched again and again into my tits.


This was another Mareike. Terribly aggressive. She wanted to hurt me! But not with me!


From now on it became more and more unpleasant - and more painful. It are the little things in between nobody sees. Once a grip between my legs, next time she dragged painful at my stomach!


It was much more difficult to get on top of Mareike now. And to sit on her face was almost impossible. But finally I managed it - and loved every second!


But my joy didn't last long. I became a bit high-spirited - and her grip that followed now was everything else but pleasant!


The fight went on without a break. With a convinced Mareike that she won it. Though during the last ten minutes it was me who had her almost all the time underneath me or between my legs! Only because she managed to push her pussy onto my face at the end of the fight she should have been the better one?

And then her comment: "What's on honey? Now tell me: Who's the better one?" This of course I couldn't take.

5. fight (clad in slips / 5:14 mins)

The eyes of my former friend glow. His fiancée had beaten his former girl-friend in a catfight! Something he obviously liked a lot! And tired and proud also glow the eyes of Mareike.

But only until I suggested to go on for another round. What of course made my former lover enthusiastic. His comment: Great! But now topless!

If looks could kill hers would surely have killed me at this moment. But what else could she do - than to go on?

She soon found out what was the most unpleasant for me now. My tits were already strained from the previous fights and hurt a lot.


And Mareike didn't stop torturing them. But when she pulled me up by my breasts, I stroke back!


This was no catfight any longer. We only fought to hurt each other. One more step - and it would have become a real beating!


After the next action I had enough.


Now I wanted her to feel it. And she felt it. Each time I touched her tits she cried out.


My only and last wish was now: That she would give up and disappear. Together with my former lover. I just wanted to be left alone!