Rivalry in the gym
In the gym everybody knew the sensual rivalry between Miriam and Margaret. Their body language was a continuous challenge between them. Both 5’8”, Margaret dark blonde, 148 lbs, 38d-28-38, Miriam brunette, 146lbs, 40c-28-39, both athletic and muscular, beautiful and curvy, they were of that kind of women who like to impress and cause admiration. There were not open arguments between them, just looks, ironic smiles, obscene gestures. But the tension was there and clear, ready to explode.
It exploded one day in the lockers room. By coincidence, both were changing into their gym outfits, both with two or three friends around, looking at each other sideways, their nostrils trembling slightly as if smelling the proximity of their enemy. It was a comment of Miriam about blondes, joking undoubtedly because in her group there were two attractive blondes, who made Margaret jump and scream: “Hey you, bitch, have anything against blondes?”. Miriam looked at her with calm, while their friends separated, anticipating the confrontation. The brunette stepped up, smirking. “Are you calling me bitch or you were talking with someone else? Because I only see a bitch here and it is you”.
All of them were either naked or in panties, since the comment was made before they started wearing the gym outfits. Margaret and Miriam were nude, showing their proud boobs and their thick bushes. Their nipples got erect immediately as they got closer to each other, two beautiful amazons ready for a fight. “This was going to happen sooner or later, Miriam”, snarled the blonde woman. “Sooner is better, slut”, Miriam snarled back. “Here or in the ring?”, asked Margaret. “In the ring more space, and a good show for all the women that I am sure were expecting this, right girls?”. All cheered and one said: “I will tell the owner and the other ladies in the gym”. She went out running, pulling her shorts and top on. Meanwhile, the two fighters were nose to nose and nipples to nipples, inhaling their scents: “Rules, bitch?”, asked Margaret. One girl spoke: “Hey, you are too beautiful to hurt your faces”, “Ok, anything goes from neck down”, accepted Miriam. “A condition, the winner can humiliate the loser any way she wants”, said Margaret. “You will be humiliated, whore”, said menacing Miriam. And added: “And the loser walks out of the gym forever”. “You will be the loser, bitch”, said Margaret spitting saliva on Miriam’s face. Miriam spitted back and both grabbed the others hairs, anxious to start. The other women separated them. “Wow, can’t you two wait to the ring?”, laughed one. They started wearing gym outfits, except the contenders who remained nude, looking at each other with contempt, but secretly admiring their bodies. Not many knew they were lesbians and a big part of their rivalry was a feeling of sexual dominance.
The woman who had gone to announce the fight was back, saying all was ready. All walked out and to the main room where the ring was already surrounded for about forty or fifty curious women, excited by the prospect of watching two females going at each other. The owner of the gym, a voluminous woman in her fifties, herself a former fighter, asked about the rules and said she would stop the fight if she considered they were going too far.
Margaret and Miriam went thru the ropes into the ring, started circling and launched their attack simultaneously. Their bodies crashed brutally, tits smashing painfully and both groaned in pain as their arms circled the other’s body and they were locked in a strong bear hug. They struggled all over the ring, muscles taut, bodies soon sweaty, grunts of effort, necks locked. Their body smells filled the ring and the nostrils of spectators. The amazons seemed no one would take advantage until Margaret pushed Miriam to the ropes, lifted a knee and kneed brutally the brunette’s belly. Miriam screamed and doubled with the pain reflected in her beautiful face, but with control enough to send a fist, as brutal as the knee, directly to Margaret’s pussy. It was the blonde’s turn to scream and double with her hands covering her hurt crotch.
For almost a full minute, both were looking at each other with rage thru their tears, but finally they locked again, this time with an arm around their necks and the free hand pounding savagely on their big fleshy boobs. They were groaning in pain at each punch and finally they separated to recover some normal breath. “You are a strong bitch”, Margaret said in whispers. “And you are a hard slut”. They advanced again and, as if prompted, their left hands went to their throats while their rights were to their left boobs, almost strangling each other and raking with the nails in the already hurt tits. It was Miriam who started twisting hard the blonde’s nipple, and Margaret responded by pulling and twisting Miriam’s with the same hardness. They were gurgling with their claws on their throats, not giving, but it was Miriam the first who stepped back, escaping the blonde’s claws and groaning.
Margaret smiled in triumph and made an error, she attacked with her head down to Miriam’s midriffs. The brunette, expecting something like that, moved swiftly to a side and smashed her knee on her tits as the blonde crossed her path. It was a hard knee, intended to hurt and the noise made think she could have broken a rib. Margaret screamed in agony, falling to the canvas, while Miriam started kicking her on the ribs and tits, feeling the other would give up with that terrible beating. She never knew how Margaret swept the canvas with her legs, while her hands grabbed her kicking foot and pulled and Miriam was flying up and falling on her back, rolling, screaming and twisting painfully.
Margaret was on her in a millisecond. Her thighs straddle the brunette’s face, pressing her hairy mound on her face as she started a barrage of punches on Miriam’s body, especially her tits and belly. Miriam thought she was finished, smothered by the wet, sweaty and smelling pussy and battered mercilessly by her strong opponent. But in a last stubborn effort, she lifted her long strong legs and locked her ankles around Margaret neck, pulling her ahead so hard that the blonde fighter lost her grip on the brunette and her head hit the canvas with a thud so hard that Margaret got almost totally unconscious.
Miriam, though still dazed by the smothering and beating, realized the hit had been lucky for her. She got on her feet, reached over and grabbed Margaret’s long hair and dragged her thru half of the ring to a corner. The still semiconscious Margaret screamed and wiggled, but Miriam’s grip was firm. When on the ropes, she coiled the mane around the lower rope, got her knees on the blonde’s arms and sat on her face, giving her back her own medicine, smothering her with her hairy cxnt, as smelly if not more than Margaret’s. Instead of battering her with punches, though, she made a fist and managed to insert it in her opponent’s pussy, who screamed more but was unable to move while the beautiful brunette fucked her to orgasm. For more humiliation, Miriam squatted on top of the already defeated Margaret and peed all over her face and body. Margaret came squirting when Miriam pulled her hand off her cxnt.
It was a sudden cheer, when the women realized the end, then Miriam’s friends came up to the ring to congratulate her and Margaret’s friends to help her. It was when Miriam stopped them, leaned over and helped Margaret on her unsteady feet. They got down the ring and Miriam walked Margaret to the lockers room, followed by a bunch of followers of both, ready to help them to clean and cure their swellings and bruises.
But first they walked together to the showers and entered a stall together.
Margaret, pretty well recovered by that time, asked smiling: “I wonder if you are in bed as good as in the ring”. Miriam smiled and said: “Only a way to be sure, don’t you agree?”.
They kissed under the warm water stream.
