Chapter SEVENTH: The first Day of the Battle
The Day arrived and everything was ready for the event. Around the ring was a crowd of about two hundred women, including the members of both clubs and women invited as guests. We have been careful to have the members seated at opposite sides of the ring to avoid confrontations. Marisa and Janette were seated together, being careful that Julie and I were separated by them. Behind us were ‘neutral’ guests and the fourth side of the ring was cordoned off in two sections as a bar for relax during pauses.
Marisa and Janette addressed the attendants before the start, wishing the victory for their respective clubs but in a very friendly and sporty way.
Then the black woman Carol and the Chinese Xiaomei jumped on opposed corners to the ring among applauses and yells on both sides of the battle quadrangle and behind us.
The two fighters seemed anxious. They attacked simultaneously and locked their strong bodies in a double headlock, while their hands grabbed the other’s thigh and pulled up. The result was that both fell on the canvas and started rolling over furiously, grunting, groaning, hitting each other with their open palms on their butts, sides and tits. They were hurting, no love lost in their fight, their bumped their thighs on their pussies and smacked their fleshy asses, their bodies soon sweaty, their scent filling the big room.
Suddenly, Carol rolled down the Chinese fighter and sent her flying over her head. Xiaomei fell on her belly and tits with a scream of pain. The black woman jumped on her back, grabbed her in a Nelson lock and started punching her kidneys. With a fantastic effort, for the surprise of all watchers, Xiaomei, supported herself on her knees and arms. We could see her muscles tense as she got on her feet with Carol still grabbing her, she ran backwards, slammed Carol on the ropes, and then sent her flying over her head.
Carol fell on her back, breathing hard and moving heavily. The Chinese fighter sat behind her on the canvas, grabbed her hair and crossed her strong thighs around her neck. Carol face got livid, her throat made strange noises and our black champion slapped the canvas in surrender. Xiaomei lifted her arms in triumph but she helped Carol on her feet and, surprisingly, kissed her mouth and lifted also her arm. It was a general applause, even from our team followers.
We had lost the first match. I received a dirty look from Julie and I gave her the finger. Marisa was kissing Janette on the cheeks.
We had a drink in the area reserved for bar, and watched the looks among the followers of the two teams.
We were back on our seats when Lana and Lisa appeared on the ring, both topless with thongs, red Lana, blue Lisa. They flexed muscles showing off and jumped around. Finally, they went to the ring center, the referee checked their gloves and gave them some instructions and they touched gloves and started circling the other.
They had an elegant fencing, for a while no one got a clear punch. Then, Lana clinched and started working Lisa’s kidneys and tits. Lisa stepped back and again and again, while Lana was punching her like a punching bag. Our fighter got the other on the ropes and beat her hard. They had the bodies clinched, their tits mashed and, while Lisa, hugged Lana to avoid more punishment, our strong boxer punched her and again. Lisa’s followers were supporting her desperately but it seemed like a desperate battle.
Suddenly, without the referee noticing apparently, Lisa kneeded Lana on the crotch and when Lana grunted and bent, Lisa with all she had punched Lana on the jaw and Lana got sprawled on her back, K.O.
It was a sepulchral silence and suddenly mare magnum. When the referee lifted wobbling Lisa’s arm, our supporters started screaming murder, insulting the referee, provoking Lisa’s supporters and trying to overpass the barriers in the bar area.
A dozen on each side got it and we had an splendid battle on our hands. Punches, kicks, slaps, bodies rolling over, insults and screams. Janette and Marisa were up on the ring screaming to the fighters to stop. Julie and I ran to the battle area and started to separate fighters.
It took twenty minutes to restore the calm, but the atmosphere was already heated.
The redhead police women got on the ring, gloriously naked. They got on both sides of the ring and made signs of calm to the supporters, Then, they went to the center, hugged like bears and French kissed. Their tongues worked in their mouths, while they started rubbing their big erect nips and their hairy red bushes.
That silenced for the time being the yells of the supporters. Soon, we all were intent and excited with the sexual fight. I knew Jane was a great sex fighter but I also noticed that Colette was not new in that kind of confrontation. When they pushed their fingers in their pussies and their thumbs on their excited and large clits, I saw how Jane’s body shook and I was afraid she was going to cum.
She did but exactly when Colette spasmed and the juices of both slid down their strong and sexy thighs. They supported each other while their bodies shook powerfully and they kissed again.
Their tribbing was one of the hottest I remembered. They got a lock with their thighs that seemed impossible to unlock. In their position, we all could see their enormous clits rubbing, their red cxnt lips kissing, their expert fucking. They were sweaty, hot, smelly and they helped by twisting and pulling the other’s nipples.
“Come on bitch, come for me”, an attacking June yelled. “You first, whore!”, the other policewoman yelled too. They slammed their wet cxnts again and harder while they clawed their nails on their splendid boobs, and they grunted simultaneously. “Fuck you, bitch!”, “No, fuck you, cxnt!”.
For about fifteen more minutes, the tribbing was very violent, pussy slamming pussy, nails raking tits skin, spitting on each other, yelling insults and challenges, until both squirted copiously, soaking each other with two torrents of cum and pee mixed, splashing on their bodies and even faces.
They laid on their backs, panting, gushing, eyes almost closed, and it looked like they were exhausted. But suddenly, by surprise, our Jane jumped besides Colette, and rolled her over on her belly, grabbed her wrists with one strong hand and proceeded to insert her thumb in her ass and three fingers in her cxnt. Colette screamed murder but she was pinned expertly and it took about ten minutes before she exploded in a terrific orgasm that made our supporters yell in victory.
Jane rolled Colette over again, pinned her arms with her knees and ground her cxnt on her mouth until she filled her with her cum and pee.
Well, that was better, 1 victory at last and the hope that our best sex fighter, Eleanor, would add a point to our side.
A short time for cleaning the canvas and drinks, that brought a few verbal confrontations thru the separation and we were ready for the final fight of the day.
The opponent of Eleanor, the young brunette called Amia, must have had no more than nineteen, had small tits and a perfectly smooth pussy and an air of innocence around her that was highly suspicious. I couldn’t think why Janette had chosen an inexpert youngster to confront our sex fight champion.
We soon knew why. The powerful Eleanor confronted her in the middle of the ring and they crossed hands in a test of power. Naturally, Eleanor moved Amia around easily.
Nobody realized how Eleanor was on the canvas suddenly, with ‘little’ Amia on her back, her arms pinned under the young girl knees and Amia’s fingers in Eleanor’s cxnt and ass, exactly as Jane had done to Colette. Eleanor jumped and wiggled in an effort to get free, but Amia apparently was stronger than she looked and maintained her position while fucking Eleanor without mercy. Our followers were astonished while Janette had a mischievous smile, watching the victory of her surprise fuck fighter.
When Eleanor came copiously on Amia’s fingers, she was crying of rage and humiliation. I ran to the locker’s room and found her, still naked and sweaty, crying desperately.
I knew Marisa was going to sleep with Janette, so I convinced Eleanor to sleep with me as a consolation for her defeat. It was a nice, long, and hot consolation, by the way.
Chapter EIGHT: The second and final day
When Marisa and I met the next morning, we were happy about our night sex, but unhappy about the fight results. 3 to 1 meant we had to win every fight to win or, in the worse case, to reverse the result to 1 to 3.
Our followers were in similar mood, aggravated by several fights in the street at the entrance with the other gym followers, in spite of the plainclothes policemen supplied by Jane and Colette, evidently without permission of their superiors.
With little preamble, the Hispanic Juana and the Native American Nube were on the ring. Both had dark skin, powerful muscles and beautiful and provocative bodies. Naked, showing their thick dark bushes they looked at each other from their corners, while challenged each other with obscene signs. They had oiled their bodies and were brilliant and slippery.
This was clear as soon as they hugged. Their bodies slid and they were hugging air. Immediately they grabbed their hairs and pulled hard, both screaming and punching their bellies with their free arm. They walked unsteadily all around the ring, punching with not much efficiency, until finally they grabbed their asses and got a good hold. Juana pushed Nube to the ropes and with the thigh between the Native American legs got her to the canvas, with her on top.
For a moment, because Nube put your thigh between Juana´s and sent her flying over on her belly. The Native jumped on her but the Hispanic was faster and rolled our her reach. They got on their knees and attacked. In spite of the slippery bodies they grabbed each other from the hairs and between the legs and tried to bring the other to the canvas. Their muscles were tense and their grunts had an animalistic character.
I saw for a second Juana’s attention lost in something on the public. I thought “fuck, she is lost”. Nube noticed it, in a moment, she got on her feet, grabbed one arm of our fighter and twisted it with her foot on Juana’s armpit. Juana screamed with tear in her eyes, but the American was oblivious of her pain, in fact she seemed to enjoy it… pulling more of the arm and twisting her foot in Juana’s pit. Nube seemed overjoyed, looking triumphant to her followers… and that was her mistake.
Juana twisted her body fast, risking to brake her arm and launched her foot between Nube’s legs, hitting her hard right on her pussy. The Native American screamed, let go Juana’s arm and bent with her hands on her hurt crotch. Juana jumped and produced her favorite lock. Her legs got around Nube’s neck, twisted, launching Nube on her back to the canvas, and her powerful thighs started strangling her opponent, who was still caressing her hurt pussy.
In a fantastic exercise of endurance, Nube resisted the pressure, trying to separate the thighs from her neck and jumping around. Only when the referee saw her face getting bluish, she stopped the fight and gave the victory to our fighter.
Marisa and I kissed happily, while Juana jumped around and Nube was helped by someone from her team to go to the lockers room.
After a rest, the next fight started. Our mature Myrna was going to confront a young sexy brunette. I could smell the excessive perfume of the brunette, called Susan, when she appeared on the ring. God, was that her idea of sexiness? Maybe killing the opponent by intoxication? She had a spectacular body, full and curvy, but I thought our Myrna could faint of so much perfume.
In any case, the young girl had other tricks. As soon as they embraced, her tongue was almost in Myrna’s throat. She knew how to gag with a kiss, and especially when she accompanied the kiss with two fingers directly in our mature fighter’s ass hole. Myrna grunted and her legs shook. Our followers were yelling to give her support, but the opposition was loud in favor of Susan, especially a group of about six young girls very vocal about what they wanted to do to Myrna. “Kill her, Susan”, “Fuck the old bitch”, “Make her cum till she asks to stop”.
I often advocate for experience against juvenile aggressiveness. As it happened, Myrna seemed to be of the same opinion. She bit young Susan tongue, making her scream and separate, then grabbed her tits and pushed her to the ropes. Then she managed to pin her arms between the first abd second rope, while her thigh pressed between Susan’s legs and Myrna pushed the younger girl face between her considerable tits, smothering her and practically depriving her of breath. Her expert thigh moved on Susan’s pussy up and down.
The surprised and undoubtedly inexpert girl came like a fountain, her body shaking and her eyes filled of tears. Myrna let her fall on the canvas and put her foot between her tits, while looking and giving the finger to the screaming group of girls in the other team admirers.
Or course in the bar segregated areas was more than words. Insults and a few girls grabbing hairs over the metal separations and lots of “I wait for you outside, bitch”, “I will kick your stinky ass, slut”, “I will fuck you, dirty whore”, kind of things.
Well, peace was restored and Marisa and Janette appeared in the ring. I was seated with my black counterpart, Julie, but we were quiet and calm, knowing it was a question of little time before we will clash.
I have talked about Marisa, and Janette was like a sister. Both had splendid bodies, big tits and thick bushes.
But they had a surprise. They were naked of course, but both were wearing big size strapons. Janette announced they will fight to the best of five introductions in any hole, irrespective of how many orgasms. The women applauded to that new aspect of the challenge. Most hadn’t see a strapon’s fight but it looked hot.
Marisa and Janette didn’t waste any time. They locked in embrace and kissed hard, while their toys rubbed and, of course, tried to get between the other’s legs. Their big boobs were mashed, their hands went from their asses to the strappies and they struggled around the ring groaning loud. I saw soon the tactic of Janette: to turn Marisa so she could attack from behind. Marisa followed the same strategy but it was Janette who first pushed her on her belly against the ropes and got her she cock inside of my friend’s cxnt from behind. Marisa screamed in rage, while Janette fucked her to an orgasm.
Then we both separated, Marisa’s pussy dripping down her legs and Janette grinning from her first victory. They locked again and this time Marisa tripped unexpectedly her opponent who lost her concentration while she fell and Marisa pushed her strapon in her cxnt. They kissed while my friend fucked the other woman, Marisa sucked her sweaty tits and made her cum like a fountain.
They stood up and embraced again, kissing and trying to trick the other into a new introduction. They fought hard, sweating, swearing, even punching sometimes, until Janette got her strapon in Marisa’s cxnt… and fucked her, while slapping her tits.
Another introduction and Marisa was lost. They fought harder, this time not saving punches and slaps, they rolled around the ring. For two times, Janette got her strapon head inside Marisa’s pussy. But the head was not enough, they needed full introduction.
After a knee in Janette’s crotch, she was so stunned that Marisa got her on her belly, opened her legs and pushed the toy well inside her cxnt. She fucked her for a time, then she pulled it off… and pushed the well lubricated dildo in Janette’s ass. Janette screamed, cried, but Marisa was fucking her ass as hard as her pussy. Marisa lifted three fingers, signaling her three introductions when Janette came screaming.
Now, we had 4 victories over the other team, for 3 of them. It was going to be my fight with the black woman, Julie, that would decide the final winner of the challenge… or the draw.
Chapter Ninth: the savage sexual confrontation
When 15 minutes later Julia and I entered the ring was an immense roar from both sides. Mysteriously, the rivalry between Julia and me had transcended to the watchers and the fight was expected as hard, probably bloody and for sure charged with sexuality. From our corners, Julia and I provoked the other with obscene gestures.
Except for the skin color, our bodies were very similar. Same height, almost exact weight, same size and firmness of our boobs, our long nipples protruding and hard, flat bellies, strong thighs and thick and dark bushes.
When we met in the center of the ring, we were excited, a sheen of sweat on our bodies and the smells of sexual arousal. For almost a minute, Julia and I were still, breathing hard, our nipples barely touching, looking into each other eyes. The public got silent.
Suddenly, with a roar of our throats, our bodies collided painfully, our arms circled the other’s body, nails clawed on our backs and our tits mashed in an impressive bear hug. We struggled around the ring, pushing and trying to trip the other, bus especially crushing with all our strength the other ribs. I was hurting and thought my ribs would break, but I knew Julia was in the same predicament, because her breath on my neck was as difficult as mine on hers.
She was the first to break the brutal embrace. With a kissed “Fuck you, Monica”, her fist slammed on my belly. Somehow relieved, I hissed too: “Fuck you, black whore” and punched her belly with all my might. With ar arm around our necks, we continued slamming our fists on our bellies and boobs, hurting and leaving livid marks on our skins.
She was also the first to slam her fist on my pussy. Now I understood how a woman in heat could endure that. I didn’t react to the pain, though my pussy got on fire, but I slammed my own fist in her cxnt hard.
For half a minute, we separate, looking at each other while the pain subsided. “Whore!”, “Slut!”, we hissed before attacking again. We hugged but our hands went to our buttocks, trying to lift the other from the canvas. By this time, our bodies were soaked with sweat, but the most powerful smells I perceived was from our dripping pussies.
We finally fell heavily on the canvas, rolling savagely, trying to get the top position. The black woman got on top finally, and one oh her hands went between my legs. My response was immediate and my hand cupped her hairy pussy, noticing she was soaked, like I was. Our fingers penetrated and suddenly her fleshy mouth closed on mine, her tongue met mine inside and we sucked and kissed with a lust that I hadn’t felt recently.
We exploded. Our juices jetted from our cxnts and splashed on the other, while our throats let a scream out, soon silenced with a hot kiss.
“Oh, you, nasty slut!”, “Oh, you, dirty whore!”, we hissed while our cxnts still gushed on each other and the women watching yelled with joy.
Our bodies were soaked and brilliant with sweat and our crotches slippery and smelly with cxnt juices. We separated briefly… only to launch our bodies again on each other in a hard lock.
I knew I was in the fuck fight of my life. Julie was more than good, she was so exciting and intoxicating that I also knew we were going to have a history in bed. Our hands hold our tits and we started twistinig and pulling our nipples painfully. Both endured the pain, looking at each other thru the tears in our eyes. We seemed like if we wanted to milk the other, while our strong thighs rubbed our hairy pussies and we hissed insults and threats to the other.
We fell to the canvas, locked in embrace and tangling legs in such a way that our cxnts were rubbing. I could feel her large clit on mine and the rubbing became almost painful. We kissed again and our tongues tangled in a furious and sexy kiss.
Our supporters were crazily yelling and sending insults back and forth, like we were doing ourselves. “Stinky black slut”, “White street whore”, “fucking bitch”, “fucking pig”.
When simultaneously we buried two fingers each in our ass holes, we screamed and had a brutal orgasm, our juices mixing in our cxnts, bellies and thighs. All movement stopped, except our breasts and bellies breathing hard and our tongues sucking each other.
The sexual tension of the ring was expressed in the watchers. Many were kissing and touching and you could see some naked breasts around.
And I was sure Julia felt our sexual state as much as me. Her eyes were glassy with desire, her kisses were full of lust and her pussy was a fountain of love juices.
We moved, to sit on the canvas with legs open and to slam our hairy pussies on each other, crossing our legs in scissor position. We grunted when our cxnts collided and our clits were pushed in their hoods, but soon they were out and fighting. The slurping sounds were loud when we started to grind our soaked pussies, while grabbing and squeezing our tits, pulling on our nipples and grunting more.
We had three orgasms more, before the referee, after a very brief consultation with Janette and Marisa, stopped the fight and declared a draw.
We had won the challenge, but couldn’t avoid the street battle that ensued that left several women injured in both sides.
Well, Julie and I were not happy with the draw and went to my home to continue our fight. On Sunday night, we decided another draw. None was able to submit the other.
We will continue trying.
Marisa and Janette are preparing a second challenge.
