Once they had removed rings ear rings and other jewellery a circle of spectators formed with plenty of room for the fight. Sharon was dressed from her yoga with her long dark hair in a ponytail, she kept on her pumps. Donna was dressed in a knee length skirt and white button up top that you could see her white bra through. She had removed her heels, jacket and tights, she had rapidly tied her long straight bond hair into a tight bun. The came into the circle and faced each other hurling insults. I must admit I was looking forward to this, it was not my wife fighting and I wanted to see a drag it out dirty anything goes catfight.
As they entered the circle of people there was no stare down or sizing each other up they charged each other. Hands grasped hair ripping the bun and pony tail free, heads were shaken, and they tried to throw each other to the floor by spinning each other round by the hair. It was a wild start. Donna released one hand from Sharon’s hair and started punching and clubbing her with it, Sharon did the same. Sharon’s weight advantage was beginning to tell as she started backing Donna into the wall. All of the time they were raining pretty ineffective blows on each other’s heads and shoulders. Occasionally a blow would land in one of their faces or on a breast and a squeal of outrage and pain would be heard. Sharon finally managed to push Donna’s back to the wall. Donna pressed against the wall legs spread apart for stability. Her tight skirt had ridden up revealing a see through lacy white thong with a dark strip of neatly shaped pubic hair clearly visible. Nicola screamed for Sharon to “knee her in the pussy”, I was a bit shocked and looked at my wife only to see her nipples hard and visible through her light top. A quick check of the crowd and other women were the same while the men had bulges growing in their trousers, not that I was any different. So I moved behind my wife and held her round the waist. She felt my hard on and wiggled her hips as she pushed back into me.
Donna realised her predicament and just a Sharon went to grab her hair with both hands to set her up for a knee. Donna dropped down and fired a rapid left right into Sharon’s stomach both fists landed hard just below her breast bone. The wind few out of Sharon, she let go and hurriedly stepped back out of range gasping for breath. Donna straightened up her hair had come loose from the bun and hung down, but I could see from the look on her face the seeds of doubt about winning this were evident. Sharon although doubled over was showing the same look but it was too late to give up now.
Donna rushed forward punching, slapping and clubbing with both hands. Sharon was taking blows to her back and head. Donna was remorseless pushing Sharon back her arms were flailing like the blades of a wind turbine caught in a Tornado. Donna did not want to let Sharon use her weight against her again. Sharon stopped backing away, charged forward grabbing Donna round the waist with both arms and smashed her back against the wall. Before Donna hit the wall she put Sharon in a reverse headlock with her left arm. The top of Sharon’s head was the first point of contact with the wall. While Sharon was dazed Donna took the advantage to put right hand punches into Sharon’s kidneys. Sharon was in trouble her head was trapped and pressed against the wall her kidneys were taking a pounding. She tried to bite Donna’s hip but couldn’t reach, she pressed her hands against Donna’s thigh and the wall to try and break the headlock. But Donna was braced against the wall legs wide apart there was no way to free her head. The wall was the only thing stopping them from falling.
Sharon’s left hand felt the skin of Donna’s inner left thigh, she moved her hand up till it brushed against the crotch of her thong. She slipped her fingers through the leg holes of the thong and grabbed the crotch material into a rope and pulled sharply up waggling the material from side to side until it slipped into Donna’s pussy. Donna released the headlock and went to prise Sharon’s hand free but Sharon immediately grabbed the material with both hands lifting a screaming Donna onto her tip toes. From where I was standing I could see the material had bitten deep. Sharon was not letting go she jerked up lifting Donna clear of the floor then dropped her and repeated the move. She did it three times and tears started to flow from Donna’s eyes on the fourth jerk the material broke. Whether doubling over from the pain or a deliberate move I will never know but on the way down Donna head butted Sharon on the left of her head stunning her. Donna leaned against the wall hands pressed into her crotch and pulling some material from her burned and aching pussy. Sharon stumbled back holding her head until she lost balance and fell onto her back.
Nursing their injuries gave them some respite to shake the cobwebs free and get their breath back. Both were wary of rushing back into hostilities but neither was going to back down, they were also planning their next move rather than acting on impulse. Donna made it look like she was trying not to let Sharon get close and use her superior weight. Sharon fell for it, she jumped in to close the gap and grabbed Donna round the waist to try and throw her to the ground. Donna moved forward grabbed the loose wide open neck of Sharon’s tee shirt she pulled it down over her shoulders along with her bra straps. She pulled it down as far as she could trapping Sharon’s arms and exposing her large breast. I couldn’t help noticing how erect and hard Sharon’s dark pink nipples were. While Sharon struggled to get her arms free Donna put some of her boxercise skill to use and repeatedly punched the older woman’s tits. Sharon yelled out in pain at every blow, Donna had found a weakness and fully intended to use it. Sharon’s only escape was to fall to the floor and start kicking out a Donna with her heels, while she struggled to get rid of her tee shirt and bra. One of the kicks landed just above Donna’s mound and Donna still in pain from the wedgie crossed her thighs to protect her injured parts and backed off. This gave Sharon the respite to throw off her shirt and bra.
As she came to her knees to stand up Donna charged back in, Sharon threw herself forward and grabbed her ankles. Donna fell forward over Sharon’s left shoulder hitting the hard wooden floor, Sharon was pushed onto her back. Both scrambled to get at each other. Sharon managed to get Donna flipped over onto her back and tried to climb on top, but neither was able to get decent balance. Instead the grabbed two handful’s of hair each and struggled to get into the dominant position. Their legs intertwined and they rolled backwards and forwards screeching threats and yelling in pain. Sharon’s naked breasts were swinging and mashing against Donna’s bra clad breasts, while Donna’s naked thatch and pussy flashed wide open as her legs open and closed in the melee. It was a very erotic sight as could be seen by the men’s bulges and the women’s sticking out nipples and expressions. When they had a chance the fighters punched, slapped, grabbed, bit and scratched at any part of their opponent that came in reach.
Donna’s blouse was ripped off revealing her lacy thin bra where her rosy erect nipples could clearly be seen. Sharon’s yoga pants were pulled up tight into her crotch clearly outlining her pussy. Both women had the marks of a tough fight, faces, breasts and any visible skin had scratches. Sharon’s nose bleed was not bad but visible, while Donna had a small cut on her eyebrow. The pace of the fight was less frantic both were now trying to gain the advantage to finish the fight, they were no longer trying to do as much damage as possible. They wanted to get the other in a position where they would give up.
Donna finally got Sharon in a schoolgirl pin, sat on Sharon’s stomach she had Sharon’s arms trapped along her sides. A look a glee came across Donna’s face as she grabbed both of Sharon’s tits and started to squeeze and pull at them. Occasionally breaking off to punch Sharon in the face then returning to mauling her tits. The crowd were going wild the women especially. Sharon bucked and kicked trying to throw her tormentor off finally she got her right hand free and sent as hard a punch as she could muster into Donna’s cheek. She managed to buck at the same time throwing Donna off to her left.
Donna rolled onto her back just as Sharon pounced pinning her shoulders to the floor with her hands. Sharon was kneeling, her full weight on Donna’s shoulders and her right leg was between Donna’s open thighs, Donna was a bit dazed from the punch not fully aware of her problem. Sharon raised her right leg as high as she could and brought it down as hard as possible, her knee made direct contact with Donna’s wide open pussy. Donna’s cry of pain was horrible, they women cheered and laughed. Nicole pushed back into my now raging hard on and wiggled her bum. Sharon raised her leg again to repeat the blow. But somehow Donna saw it coming bucked her bum of the ground and twisted to her left, Sharon lost balance and started to roll to her right. Her knee hit the hard wooden floor with all the force she could have put behind it. She screamed with pain and rolled away from Donna holding her knee, tears streaming down her face.
Both were momentarily nursing inured parts, Donna was kneeling head touching the floor, hands pressed into her crotch sobbing. Sharon was on her back with her knee held up to her chest sobbing. Slowly they both stood and moved towards each other both desperate to finish the fight. The crowd yelled on their favourite to do almost impossible things to the other. Donna grabbed Sharon by her ears and Sharon grabbed Donna’s tits and squeezed, Donna brought her knee up into Sharon’s pussy. Sharon buckled over and Donna helped her on her way by throwing her by her ears onto her back. As Sharon rolled onto her back Donna stamped down with her heel into Sharon’s stomach twice, Sharon tried to roll into the foetal position. But Donna leapt on top of her straddling her side right at kidney level. She immediately grabbed two handfuls of hair and hauled her head up. Falling backwards and pulling Sharon between her legs then she wrapped her legs round her and locked them at the ankles. She started to squeeze as hard as she could.
Sharon stopped struggling and grabbed at Donna’s knees scratching and trying to force them apart. The two stamps to the stomach had winded her and now she couldn’t get her breath back because of the scissors, panic was starting to set in. Donna took the chance to let go with one of her hands and started clubbing and punching the sobbing older women in the face and tits. Sharon howled in pain with every blow to her abused tits. The women in the crowd were ecstatic yelling for Donna to batter them to a pulp. Donna realised she was now in complete control and stopped the punching. She reached back with her free hand keeping Sharon’s pony tail wrapped around the other, pulling her head backwards. She ran her hand lightly almost provocatively over Sharon’s stomach and under the waistband of her yoga pants.
Her hand moved directly over Sharon’s pussy and we could see Donna manipulating her fingers through the material of her pants. Sharon let out a yell and started pleading “please don’t, I’m sorry you win just please don’t”. It fell on deaf ears, what Donna did I don’t know, but her hand clenched into what looked like a fist and Sharon started to scream. She was screaming for Donna to stop but all Donna did was shake her hand pulling and twisting at Sharon’s pussy. Sharon was in tears and it looked like the fight was about to be broken up when Donna stopped and asked Sharon “who was the better woman”? Sharon screamed back “you! Please don’t hurt me anymore”. Donna then started to pull her hand back out of Sharon’s pants but with it she brought the front of her knickers bunched into a rope in her fist. She then pulled with both hands, Sharon’s hair wrapped in one hand and her knickers wrapped in the other. Sharon screamed in pain before giving up completely and dissolving into floods of tears.
Donna stood up and kicked the supine older woman before walking over to Dave and rubbing the bulge in his pants. She looked up at Dave and told him “if we are going to be accused then let’s give the accusation some truth”. She then led him away. Sharon was coming to groaning and trying to push herself up. Michelle and Nicola went to help her stand and whispered something in her ear, Sharon looked up in shock. Some other women then helped her away. Nicola came back whispered for us to go, we never made it out of the building before we had sex.
