This is a new experience for me. A kind of choral story, with many actors (actresses actually), and several chapter, all filled with fights and sex fights.
Honest comments are appreciated.
THE GYM FIGHTERS
Chapter ONE: The germ of the idea
One day, two women started an argument in the gym I was attending. The argument got hot and soon both middle aged women were grabbing hairs and punching each other.
I was excited, as were many of the other women. The fight ended soon when the owner, Marisa, a strong ex wrestler in her late forties, got between the fighters and easily separated them. She grabbed them by their throats and hissed: “You are out. Go to the lockers room, get dressed and leave this place. I will get sure you don’t start again, at least in this place. Outside you are free even to kill each other if you have the guts”.
Funnily enough, many women showed their displeasure: “Oh, come on, Marisa, a little fun is not that bad”, one said. “Wish I could kick some ass here too”, another said. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind kicking yours too”, a third one said and it was only the presence of Marisa that avoided another fight.
I talked afterwards with several women about their interest in fighting, and for my surprise close to seventy percent would like to participate in fights or at least were curious enough to watch women fighting.
Next day I invited Marisa to lunch and we talked about the possibilities of doing something about it. I was a veteran in the gym and she and I had flirted in occasions. My diplomacy worked: Marisa was ready to prepare a big storage area in the underground of the house, most of the time empty.
It was going to cost money but less than you could think. I said I could help with the financing, and the next day I had one of the youngest girls, a CPA, to work on the figures.
During lunch, Marisa and I had an interesting conversation. We had been always friendly, even flirty as I said, but keeping the distance. That day, when we had reached our agreement, and we were having a digestive (read Scotch), she asked:
“Monica, are you married?”. I knew she had many women friends, so I answered laughing: “Only with my harem, Marisa”. “I had the feeling you would be lesbian, yes”. “Like yourself?”. It was her turn to laugh: “Yes, like myself”. “By the way, we have known each other for long time, I know you are strong and athletic, but I wonder how you would rate in a fight”, she added.
“Well, you are a professional, no game for you, but I could kick some asses in the gym, even younger girls”, I said.
“I thought so, maybe we should try before opening the new fighting area”, she smiled with a somehow wicked grin.
“As long as you don’t cream me before we start the new venue…”.
We laughed more, but didn’t talk more bout it that day.
Chapter TWO: The testing fight
Near the closing time, next Friday a sweaty Marisa approached me: “Busy tonight, Monica?” By sheer luck for a Friday, I was free. “I was thinking of having a drink in my apartment upstairs and maybe have dinner together after”. she said.
I was as sweaty as her and our scents were not of roses precisely. “Don’t bother to go to the showers. Just get your garments and come upstairs, ok?”.
I did. It was the first time at her big apartment. I had been in her office, mostly decorated with pics of her combats and trophies. But for my surprise, her apartment was decorated exquisitely, even with good taste erotic drawings, elegant furniture and beautiful wall colors.
She offered me a gin and without more preamble, she said: “I am kind of horny today, Monica. I want to fight you”. “Well, just remember I don’t want to be massacred”, I said laughing.
She accompanied me through a door and I found myself in a small private gym area surrounding a middle size ring. I was getting excited, but also a little afraid, she looked so decided…
We left our empty gin glasses on a small table and Marisa started to get her top u and off and unhook her bra. I followed suit and in three minutes we were only in panties in front of each other.
We are both in our forties, and both with splendidly fit bodies who still were the envy of many younger women. I was duly impressed. Marisa was a fourth mulatto, with cinnamon beautiful skin, still covered with sweat, like myself. Her smells were exciting and I knew she was horny. We were big tits against big tits, just rubbing hard nipples, when Marisa exclaimed: “What the hell”, and pulled off her big panties. I did the same and we compared our bushes. Hers was darker if possible but mine was thicker.
We pushed our bodies to the full, and kissed expertly and hot. Our hands grabbed our big asses and suddenly I found myself on the canvas with Marisa on top. Our hands were on our hairy cxnts, our big tits pancaking and we were breathing hard.
I took her by surprise when I rolled her over and got on top. Our muscles were tense, our sweat soaking us and our cxnt smells exciting. We rolled once and again, but it was clear her muscles and experience were superior. She pinned me to the canvas and locked her powerful legs around mine and proceeded to fuck my cxnt with hers hard and dominantly.
I used a trick. I penetrated her unaware ass hole with two fingers and she screamed, but soon her hole was squeezing my fingers and her own fingers were fucking my ass, all the time without stopping our frantic cxnts fight.
I came before, but only with three seconds of difference. We were a puddle of sweat and cum when we separated.
“Want to continue in my bed?”, she asked.
Chapter THREE: The Club starts
When the new gym addition was ready and we organized the first ‘secret’ meeting, we were 34 women, including Marisa and I. We were partners in the joint venture.
The girls were mostly single, less than 40 years old, all with no experience, except a 24 years old blond girl, Cindy, and a red head married woman of 39, Missy. They were appointed assistants.
To promote the club we invited for free most of the gym users and even their guests for the first sessions. We were going to open with a erotic fight between Marisa and I, after an opening of a fight between Cindy and Missy.
We had more than 60 women watching and you could say that in the most part they were excited. Of course, both fights were prepared, though we had decided to leave the end to ourselves.
Cindy and Missy were already in top less. In spite of her age, Missy had a nice rack, barely hanging and a solid bum. She was about twenty pounds over Cindy, who was also curvy. Missy wanted to take advantage of her weight and attacked immediately… to find herself on her back with a younger Cindy dancing around her fallen body. The older woman was more careful next time, tried to grab Cindy’s arm to find herself launched to the ropes. Cindy received her on the reboot with a knee on her tummy and Missy screamed in pain and rage. Cindy looked around in triumph. And suddenly screamed when the bigger woman bear hugged her brutally, her tits pressed on Missy’s, her ribs squeezed and she was pushed against the ropes, where Missy started punching her ribs and kidneys.
Miraculously, Cindy escaped and from then on it was a game of cat and mouse. The older fighter trying to catch Cindy in her arms and the younger feinting and slapping Missy in her face and tits, both sweating and grunting, until Missy got a good lock, laid Cindy on her back, sat on her face, while pinning her arms with her knees, until a suffocated blonde Cindy slapped the canvas.
The crowd was wild. They had attended their first fight and the scent of sweat and sex was enough to awaken their primal instincts.
Marisa and I went to the lockers room, to find the two fighters in a non aggressive 69. We got in top less and went to the ring. The applause to our mature, but fit bodies was enormous.
We got in the center, offered our hands and locked fingers in a test of strength. The feet firmly planted on the canvas, the tits pressing, breathing on each other faces, we developed a sweat before moving at all. We had fought already several times, though not as many as we have fucked, and we knew that, in spite of the enormous experience of Marisa, we were perfectly fit for the other.
The women started taking sides, especially when we unlocked our fingers and bear hugged each other, tits pancaked and thighs crossed on our pussies. Marisa whispered something on my ear and we grabbed our panties rims and pulled hard, ripping them and letting the women see our dark bushes.
The roar was stentorian and I was aware of our usual pussy smells. In fact, I think everybody noticed, because our aromas were especially strong because of the excitement. As I said, we had fought and fucked many times, but the excitement of doing it in public had my pussy in heat.
We fell on the canvas, legs locked, hands on asses and rolled for long time. When we kissed and simultaneously penetrated our cxnts with three fingers each, the roar was unbelievable and I could see more than a couple starting kissing and touching.
That was exactly the effect we were looking for. We fucked each other furiously, grunting and sucking our tongues. We orgasmed together twice, but when Marisa came on my fingers a third time, I screamed victory and immediately jumped on her face, grinding my bush on her mouth and nose until I let my juices go.
Everybody was sweaty when we served drinks after. The four of us were congratulated and we noticed challenges were starting between many of the women.
(It will continue soon)
