This story is a bit of a departure for me so I’d appreciate your feedback. It’s an extract from a longer story that I’m working on. The background is that I have been challenged to a naked, no holds barred, bare knuckle boxing match by a girl called Mitzi. There’s been bad blood between us for a couple of years which culminated when I disqualified her from a wrestling match I was refereeing.
The fight is to be held at a private venue belonging to a lady called Sian. Sian was from Northern Ireland and she used to fight at our club years ago when I first joined the league – she would be in her early fifties now, like me. Back then, when we were in our twenties, we fought naked and our matches had become very sexual. Maggie and Jay wanted to ‘clean things up’ and get us back to proper fighting. Sian disagreed and left, taking a couple of girls with her. They set up their own club and that’s where Mitzi fights now.
Sian lives with her daughter, Shannon in an old farm house high in the Pennine hills where they run a small holding and a bed and breakfast business for hikers. It’s about 200 miles from our club on the south coast so it was something of a road trip for me to go there for a fight. Sian offered us a bed for the night, the B&B being closed to regular customers. Mitzi’s challenge specified I should bring two seconds with me so I took Erica and another league wrestler, Stacey, a fuller figured blonde in her late thirties. It was early January and snowing which made for a slow journey up into the hills and we arrived a good hour later than we’d planned.
Sian and Shannon met us at farmhouse door and ushered us in. Both were dressed in thick, fluffy robes and I had no doubt they were naked underneath. Sian explained that the fights were taking place in a heated barn across the courtyard from the farm house. My fight against Mitzi was to be the main event but there would be others as well. As was the custom at Sian’s club, all fights would be naked.
The first fight of the evening was just getting underway so Sian left us with Shannon to go and referee. Shannon led us to our room to prepare for the match and told us we were free to come down and watch the action when we were ready. She then left us to it. The room was pleasant, quite spacious for an old farm house, with a double bed and a single and a wet room off to one side.
Stacey was keen to see the action and quickly stripped off, dumping her clothes on the single bed, and donning a robe that had been left on it before heading down stairs. At this point I’ll let her take up the story.
As Erica and Ellen settled in and Ellen began psyching herself up for the fight, I excused myself to go and check out the action in the barn.
Sian had been very clear in her instructions to us:
“Everyone will be naked in the barn but be aware it’s cold in the yard. Please undress here and wear your robe to the barn. Take it off when you enter the barn before you join the others.”
She had left some very thick, warm towelling dressing gowns for us – the sort of thing you get in a 5-star hotel. I undressed, slipped on my soft, warm robe and made my way down the stairs, through the kitchen and into the courtyard. It was freezing!
Fortunately, it was just a few paces to the open barn door. I hurried in and made my way around a wall of hay bales to a sort of anti-room full of discarded robes and clothes. From an opening at the other end I could hear the sound of combat in a ring. I slipped off my robe and made my way towards the sound, coming face to face with a naked Shannon at the end of the room. I thought she looked good when we met her in the house but naked, she looked stunning and I was determined to have her before the night was out.
“Hi Stacey, please come through. Everyone here is fighting tonight, they drew lots for their opponents earlier. We’re currently on match two of five before Mitzi faces Ellen. As you arrived later, we’ve arranged something for you after the main event.”
She paused and looked at me coyly before adding:
“Don’t be surprised if you see a few familiar faces here.”
I followed her into the barn proper and was confronted by the sight of a dozen naked women sat on hay bales watching two more women wrestling naked in a ring. I immediately recognised one of the fighters, although her presence didn’t surprise me. Kelly fought in our league and I had faced (and beaten) her many times. She was also Mitzi’s niece and would almost certainly be her second in the main event.
As I took my seat, next to a solidly built blonde MILF of about 50, Kelly was in the process of finishing off her smaller, red headed opponent. The poor girl was pretty much out on her feet when Kelly hoisted her in the air and delivered an across the knee back breaker that left her unable to beat the count.
The next contest also featured a familiar face, but this one did come as a bit of a surprise. Stepping into the red corner was an ash blonde in her forties who I recognized as our club’s “video Jill”. Jill films our fights and produces the videos but I had no idea she was a fighter – and I’d never imagined I’d see her naked. Her opponent was a slightly taller brunette of similar age, whose chestnut hair was tied in a long ponytail.
Sian explained to the group:
“Ladies, our next contest is between Jill and Tay.” (I think she said Tay but her Derry accent is very strong – strange name I thought.) “As Jill is not really a fighter she has asked if this could be a sex fight and Tay has agreed.”
The brunette looked a bit sullen and I sensed she’d rather be doing some proper fighting than whatever was planned for the pair.
“The rules are quite simple – these ladies will use their hands and mouths only to pleasure each other until one is unable to continue.”
Well, this was going to be different for sure.
Sian beckoned the two women to the centre of the ring. Each placed their left hand on the other’s right shoulder and their right hand between the other’s legs. The bell sounded and they began to finger each other.
Initially they remained rooted to the centre of the ring, arm’s length apart with determined expressions on their faces. Gradually the expressions and arms started to relax. They moved closer together and Tay began pushing Jill gently back towards the ropes. Jill responded with a little pushing of her own and backed Tay towards a neutral corner. They ended up close to the audience alongside the ropes close to the neutral corner.
Tay suddenly grabbed the back of Jill’s head and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Jill moaned and her knees began to buckle. Suddenly the blonde cried out in ecstasy. Tay withdrew her hand from Jill’s snatch and she dropped to her knees. First blood, or at least cum, to Tay.
Still holding the back of Jill’s head with her left hand, Tay stepped over the kneeling blonde’s shoulders, pushing her opponent’s face firmly into her own pussy and scissoring Jill’s head. Jill’s tongue clearly went to work as, seconds later, Tay roared out her first orgasm.
Despite the dreamy expression that came over her face, Tay remained on her feet with Jill’s head in her snatch and very quickly came a second time.
Whether she was being drained by the orgasms or she just realised she couldn’t retaliate, Tay sank to her knees taking Jill down onto her back. Jill continued to pleasure the brunette with her tongue while Tay reached back and fingered Jill. Locked in this position both women came twice and then it appeared that Jill passed out.
Tay had effectively won. All she needed to do was stand up and leave the unconscious blonde on the mat. But she was clearly enjoying herself too much. She rose up on her knees, lifting her sex clear of Jill’s face, and fingered herself to a fifth climax.
I was thinking: “My God, this woman’s an orgasm machine” but things were far from over. Tay’s love juices splashed down on Jill’s upturned face and the blonde stirred, lifting her head and kissing Tay’s snatch. That was enough to push Tay over the edge again and she fell forward onto her hands and knees. Jill sat up, turned and pushed two fingers into Tay’s pussy. Tay squealed again, orgasm number seven, and her head dropped to the mat, he ample arse still in the air and her pussy still proffered to her opponent.
Jill got to her feet, bent down and fingered the brunette again. Tay shuddered and whimpered slowly sinking to the mat face down as orgasm number eight coursed through her. Jill nudged Tay with her right foot and she rolled onto her back on the ring apron. Jill nudged the brunette with her foot again and she rolled off the apron, landing on her back on the mattresses that surrounded the ring.
Sian, who until this point had been keeping a discrete distance on the other side of the ring, leaned over the ropes and called down to the brunette: “Tay, are you able to continue? Please get back into the ring if you are.”
Tay’s response was an incoherent mumble after which her hand went to her clit and she rubbed herself to yet another orgasm. I was stunned. This woman was some kind of a sex machine. She was clearly exhausted, who wouldn’t be after eight orgasms in as many minutes, and yet she still hadn’t had enough.
Back in the ring Sian took Jill’s arm and announced: “Ladies, Tay seems unable to re-join the battle so I am awarding the fight to Jill.”
The assembled women applauded lightly as Jill raised her arms in victory. At that moment the blonde MILF next to me got to her feet and walked over to the brunette lying on the mattresses. She bent down and kissed her while sticking her fingers in Tay’s snatch.
As Tay orgasmed for the tenth time in as many minutes, the blonde savagely clawed her most sensitive parts. Tay let out an agonised scream and clutched herself as the blonde stood up, stomped on her pussy and made her way to the ring.
Sian looked on in horror and cried out: “Mandy, what the hell did you do that for?”
“The slut deserved it” came the reply.
Two women helped the stricken, weeping Tay to her feet and out to the anti-room as the blonde climbed into the ring. Clearly it was her turn next.
This was the legendary Mandy – she had fought at our club briefly around 25 years ago and had beaten everyone she’d taken on; Jay, Ellen, Clare and Christine had all been her victims, before leaving to join Sian new venture.
Her opponent was another familiar face, although I’d missed her when I looked round earlier, and another surprise – it was Jen. I had fought Jen once in our heavy weight league shortly before she retired and she had also done one season in our senior tournament, losing the title to Ellen. Despite being smaller than me, she easily beat me with her trade mark breast smother. But that’s another story – as is the encounter I was about to witness.
