SeXy Filipina Girl Cat-fight Stories
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| Jen the Filipina Cupid |
ABOUT AUTHOR
So, before I start my 3rd story let me tell you a little about
whom is writing this, OK? My name is Jen. You can read
much about me and see more photos including me in Filipina Bikini on my homepages
but briefly let me say here; I am in 20s ( that mean L~a~t~e 20s in "dating
site talk" :-) 5’5"
in height and weigh 119lbs. My education is college
graduate and I taught sports
in school in Philippines for two years before accepting job as OCW in Hong
Kong. Here, there are over 100,000 single Filipina women that I feel would
make the best wives for foreign men as I explain on my website. My family, like most, is very conservative and I am a
good Catholic girl for sure, and like most Filipino families we place very high
value on education. My parents and older sisters help pay my college
expense and now I help two sisters that have graduated and still one brother and
sister that are current students. The second Filipina Catfight story I chose to
write is from my college experience. As you read the story you will
understand the title "Tumbling Filipina Catfight." No, it not
take place in a clothes dryer! hehehe But, perhaps that would have been safer
place! Below, I tell the second part of this three, or possibly four, part
story with much surprise in ending as you will learn in final chapter ;-) Later, I will share stories I
hear about from friends or from the hundreds of Filipina I interview during
Personal Searches I do on behalf of American and European gentlemen. I
like to write, and have completed an eBook "Filipina Courtship
Secrets" you may enjoy reading. So, later I write about
more wild fights but now let me share now my 3rd story; "The
Up-Hill Battle Filipina Cat-Fight"
The Up Hill Battle Filipina Cat Fight
By Jen
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The Players |
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Menche Tony Jocelyn |
Aileen |
If you have not read "Story 2" read it 1st as this is sequel to "The Tumbling Filipina Catfight" and starts at instant "Story 2" ends, OK?
Menche showed no shame as she climbed up the hill passing dozens of students
staring at her nakedness. But inside she hurt to the bone. She
knew she would have to leave school: Leave without her boyfriend; Leave
without her best friend; Leave without her dignity; But leave with respect.
Respect must comfort her now. She avenged her dishonor and she knew
Jocelyn would never be able to face their fellow students after this day. And
that knowledge comforted her now as she tried to hold her T-shirt together to
cover her young titties from the stares of the guys as she pushed her way by
them. The hill up to the dorm was never steeper or longer! If she
could just make it to the privacy of her dorm room.
She was thankful everyone looked fuzzy without her glasses and gave the scene
a surreal look; maybe it all had just been a dream.
NOT! The pain she felt was real enough. AND, the screams she
heard from down the hill were real & loud. Jocelyn had been
screaming continuously since Menche let the metal clasp of Jocelyn's bra snap
to its target.
When she finally reached a level spot she turned and victory cleared her eyes
to see that Jocelyn was still thrashing around on top of the picnic table.
Her long hair still caught between the boards and even those around her that
were interested in helping her, instead of goggling at her nakedness, were
afraid of getting hit by her kicking feet. And the LQQKers were seeing
the show of their lives. (Remember, seeing a girl in a bikini was rare
here much less seeing everything of the most beautiful girl in school.)
I am sure Jocelyn was out-of-her-mind with humiliation, pain &
frustration. She could not have realized the pussy show she was giving
by kicking her legs. Her loose shirt had worked its way up across her
hips and having had her panties torn completely off, there was no cover for
her most private of places. The girls teased that she must have trimmed
it as her little Asian bush seemed too perfect in shape.
Jocelyn's hands were above her head frantically trying to free her hair.
Even though she had pulled her torn shirt together earlier it had opened again
with her body movement. Her left nipple was bleeding from the hit by the
metal clasp of her bra - Menche's last act of victory in their fight.
Not much blood but you could see it on her white blouse where it had covered
her breasts a couple of minutes before. As her body continued to
struggle to get free, both of her breasts were dancing
to the delight of the boys standing nearby.
Menche felt a feeling of satisfaction run through her veins as she watched her
traitor X-best friend so humiliated. As she turned to continue up the
hill she felt a stinging pain - a
slap from out of nowhere.
Then there were more hands from behind her pulling at her skirt. Then a
harder slap. Menche recognized the source of her new pain as the girl
Jocelyn had been talking to when Menche first attacked. She now
realized her vicious attack on Jocelyn must have made her look like a maniac
to Aileen, maybe to everyone. Didn't they know? Didn't they know
her best friend betrayed her with her steady boyfriend Tony? Tony, the
man she hoped to marry someday; Her ever so handsome Tony. Surely,
everybody HAD to know, she thought.
Another hard slap across her already bruised face convinced her that Aileen
didn't know. As she swung to
strike back, a hard yank of her skirt made her miss her target. Another
hard tug and the skirt was gone, leaving Menche wearing only her torn T-shirt
and dirty white panties. She had gotten so much soil in them when she
was 
on
the ground earlier they look like she had shit-her-britches, how humiliating.
The humiliation hurt many times worse than little Aileen's slaps. The
one thing she reasoned she had left, "respect" was now gone.
The girl holding her skirt started running down the hill waving it high in the
air declaring revenge for her classmate Jocelyn. Unfortunately for
Aileen, that left her to face the infuriated Menche - oops!
With no one tugging on supergirl's cape, the second blow didn't miss. An
"Oscar de" 
bloody-the-nose-right
sent Aileen reeling backward. In half a second Menche had caught up with
her and grabbed her by her long ebony locks and slung her across a nearby
table. "You don't mind if I borrow your skirt" was heard as
Menche removed Aileen's skirt to cover herself. "This will teach
you to interfere." Menche started spanking the poor girl as she w
as
held across the picnic table by Menche's left hand still entwined in Aileen's
hair. After a few stinging blows she pulled Aileen's powder white
panties down to the screaming girls knees. Now taking release on bare
butt flesh, Menche used her volleyball spiking muscles to turn Aileen's butt
Sun red. Aileen had a nicely rounded butt and it shook like tan Jell-O - make
that red Jell-O - ouch! Menche would slap it from the meaty bottom and watch
the waves go back and forth . then hit it again and again. By the tenth
smack, Aileen was sobbing with tears. But Menche was just warming up ...
SMACK . . . SMACK, harder & harder until Aileen's sobs became screams for
mercy. But Menche did not feel merciful right now, SMACK . . .
SMACK . . . SMACK on the screaming girls naked butt. She
left the humiliated girl crying on the table as she stood up and calmly put on
the skirt. Then she bent down and filled her hand with black volcanic
soil, which she deposited into Aileen's panties and then pulled them back up
so SHE looked like SHE had "shit-HER-britches!
At first Menche started up the hill but then turn toward Aileen once again,
slapping her
as she turned to stand up. Then she unbuttoned the blouse to wear it also,
but decided it was too bloody from the nose bleed, and too small as Aileen's
flat chest came into view.
No bra . . . no need!
Just as Menche turned to leave, Aileen called her a "psycho
bitch." Not a smart move for the little Aileen. At 4'11"
and maybe 85 pounds Aileen looked more like a girl of twelve than a woman of
19. 
Menche simply scooped up Aileen by her upper arms held from behind and slowly
did a 360 degree turn. With her blouse open wide and no bra, Aileen's
cute cone shaped nipples were displayed for ALL to see. They were very
dark brown and really stood out in contrast against the light smooth skin of
her breast. Some laughed at the flat-chested girl while others
found her nips very seXy. Then as soon as she sat Aileen down, she spun
her around and grabbed her in a head lock. Again she turn around slowly so
everyone could see Aileen's soiled panties, completing the poor girl's
humiliation.
Without further interruption, Menche climbed the steps leading to the dorm and
away from the jeering crowd. "Would she be arrested for
assault," ran through her mind for the first time. Would her future
career as an attorney end today, a year before she even entered law school?
Still at the bottom of the hill, Jocelyn said in a raspy voice. "You bitch, how could you do this? Just wait until I catch-up with you!"
End
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Coming next: The Squeaky Clean CatFight |
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SeXy Filipina Girl Cat-fight Stories
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From the eyes and mind of |
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| Jen the Filipina Cupid |
If you like my story let me know by sending comments to me at this special email address and I write more in future. If you nice guy please consider writing my friends. To learn more about me and my friends go to my homepage. Blessings, Jen
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Names and story content fictionalized for your reading pleasure.
Pictures courtesy of Asian-Connection.com
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