Iusually write my stories in German. Since the English-speaking part clearly outweighs the German, I decided to translate one of my stories so that other readers can enjoy it too. If there are enough likes, more stories will follow. I used an online translator. Please excuse me if the text seems a little clunky as a result.
Enjoy reading!
It was my mother's birthday. In addition to the usual friends and acquaintances, she had also invited Alex. A young woman who was part of my circle of friends. Alex was single and visually appealing, but she didn't necessarily fit my taste in women at the time. So I had never tried to hook up with her. She was confident, always in a good mood, and funny. I saw her as a very good friend with whom I could have a lot of fun.
The party was just like you would imagine parties in the late 80s to be. No one cared about smoking bans in restaurants or loud music coming from a pub. There was plenty of alcohol and, of course, the obligatory buffet with asparagus rolled in ham, cheese cubes with mandarins, homemade potato salad, Vienna sausages, and meatballs.
Alex and I arrived very early because we had promised Mom we would help set up and decorate. I had already noticed that Alex had covered up a black eye on the right side of her face with makeup, and her forearm also had strange bruises. Around 8:00 p.m., the other guests arrived. Monika, Wolfang, Gitte, Peter, Angelika, Jutta, Udo, the bowling club, etc. At some point, I think it was around 1 a.m., “the adults” started playing the games they used to play. Alex and I found the whole thing a little embarrassing, so we said goodbye.
When we arrived home, I showed Alex the bathroom and the guest room that had been prepared for her. Meanwhile, I moved into my old childhood bedroom. It wasn't long before I heard Alex coming out of the bathroom. However, she didn't pad toward the guest room, but came to me instead. She stood in my doorway, wearing only a nightgown, her nipples protruding seductively just a little. She smiled, turned off the light, and came under my blanket. I wanted to say something, but her lips were already on mine and her tongue was wildly searching for an opening. I didn't know what was happening to me—I had never experienced anything like this before. I wanted to move, but Alex literally pounced on me. She pushed me onto my back and jumped on top of me. We kissed wildly. Her hands wandered lower. She pushed my underwear aside—no, actually, she tore them off me—and her hand began to massage my best piece. Within seconds, it was standing at attention. The wild kisses stopped and Alex moved her head further down. I held on to the nightgown and my brunette wildcat slipped out of it. Then the hot kisses started again. I touched her injured arm. She flinched briefly... I asked what was wrong. “Later!” she said. ...... Time jump!
After 2.5 hours, the magic was over (and no... I'm not exaggerating). Completely sweaty and breathing rapidly, we lay next to each other. We smiled at each other. I reached for the cigarettes. We smoked. I turned on the TV and searched for MTV for some music (yes, it was available on free TV back then). While channel surfing, I briefly stopped at RTL. Total Recall was airing for the first time on free TV (okay, for the second time—the 8:15 p.m. rerun). For a brief moment, I paused at the elevator scene. I was about to change the channel when Alex called out, “Leave it, I want to see who wins!” Her eyes lit up. She watched the fight scene spellbound. I looked at her naked body and noticed the bruises again. I knew that she didn't get along very well with her sister and that the two of them had had a brief fight a while ago. So I asked her about it:
“Did you have another fight with your sister?”
“No, since I punched that stupid bitch in the face, she's been leaving me alone.”
“What about your injuries?”
“Those are from yesterday, but you should see the other one!” Her expression was a mixture of triumph and hatred.
“What happened?” I asked.
Alex began to tell the story: "You know the ice cream parlor on Main Street, right above the market square. Simone and I were there after vocational school, and it was pretty busy. The weather was pretty awesome yesterday, too. As we were standing there, two of the chicks from the asylum seekers' home came by and pushed their way to the front. Simone didn't say anything, but I couldn't keep my mouth shut. Then one of them turned to me and said something to me in Turkish. The other one just giggled stupidly. I told her to speak German to me if she had something to say. But she pushed me and called me a Nazi. Simone tried to calm me down. But I'm not going to let someone like that call me a Nazi. So I slapped her and she ran off. Anyway, Simone and I sat down by the river to eat our ice cream. Then she came back. This time she had brought her sister with her. She just stared at me stupidly and said I should apologize to her. I just laughed and asked what for. But she just said we could settle this another way. Then she threatened me with her fist. I told her that I could punch her in the face if she wanted me to. She smiled, then clenched her fist and said that we would meet at Villa Kunterbunt meet. I agreed. Then the two of them left. Simone wanted to stop me, but I refused. The sluts have only been here for a few months and they hit on everyone. They've already stolen from some of us and bully the fifth graders at school. Simone wanted to talk me out of the fight, but I encouraged her. I would ask Petra if she wanted to come with me.
“Petra?” she asked.
“Yes, Petra from my class, she does Thai boxing or something! And she's really strong!”
“How do you know that?”
"I challenged her to an arm wrestling match once and lost miserably. Then, just for fun, I put her in a headlock from behind, but she just threw me to the ground over her hip with ease. After that, we had a few more little spats and I always lost. And that stupid cow really enjoyed it. Anyway, we're pretty good friends now, and she can't stand women either!
Anyway, we went to the villa around 8:00 p.m. — you know, the empty wooden villa up by the forest park — the one that looks like it was used as a set for Pipi Longstocking. Petra had put on her fighting clothes, I was wearing black leggings and a white T-shirt. Simone was in jeans and a top. The two of them had brought a third person from their bitch club with them. I think her name is Aischa. All three were wearing jeans, T-shirts, and leather jackets. Zeynep is, I think, the oldest. She came up to me. This is how we do it: we fight everyone against everyone else. Everyone is allowed to help everyone else. Anyone who gives up or can no longer fight is out. No weapons, no rules. Then Yasmin came straight at me. “I'll kill you,” she threatened me. Simone then fixed her gaze on little Aischa, and Petra stood opposite Zeynep. I immediately grabbed Yasmin's hair and pulled her down. She squealed like a pig. I spun her around a few times and slapped her, then she fell to the ground. I followed her and jumped on top of her.
I could see Simone and Aicha grappling with each other like two sumo wrestlers and knocking each other down, both rolling in our direction.
Petra had tried to finish off Zeynep with her martial arts skills, but the bitch was pretty good too. Anyway, they started punching and kicking each other in the stomach and tits.
Because I wanted to know what my friends were doing, I was distracted and got hit in the face by the bitch. That made me angry. Eat shit, you slut! I stuffed dirt and leaves into her stupid mouth.
Aischa and Simone rolled closer and closer toward us. They were clinging tightly to each other, pressing their breasts together. I bet Simone would have won that contest... lol. Anyway, they were now lying very close together, and I could hear them panting. Simone was on top and broke free from the embrace. Aischa grabbed Simone's big breasts with both hands. She screamed and then started to choke Aicha.
Zeynep and Petra were still standing and circling each other. The two of them really know what they're doing and they wanted to know. They insulted and challenged each other the whole time. “Come on!” Petra shouted and made an inviting gesture. Zeynep responded with a smile and gave Petra a left-right combination. She blocked the left, but the right hit her stomach. She doubled over a little. Zeynep grabbed Petra's head and pushed it down a little, then brought her knee up two or three times. Petra was able to move her nose out of the way at the last second, and the knee strikes landed in her stomach and her guard. “Pork is supposed to be heavy on the stomach,” commented Zeynep. Petra tried to turn around to get behind Zeynep. But the Turkish girl was quick and spun around in the opposite direction. Petra nodded appreciatively and smiled. “Not bad for a headscarf,” she said, then kicked her opponent's knee.
I was still sitting on Yasmin and slapping her. She pulled my hair and I slid off her. Then she got up and kicked me, hitting me once or twice. I got up too, ran and bumped into her. We both stumbled backwards over Simone and Aischa. I think we knocked Simone off Aisha in the process. Anyway, I landed on top of Yasmin again. The bitch hit her brainless head against a tree stump and let go of me.
I let go of her too and saw that Petra and Zeynep were clinging to each other. They exchanged knee strikes and punches. Both stumbled and fell to the ground. They quickly got to their knees and grabbed each other's hair and pulled. Both screamed as each held a tuft of their opponent's hair in their hand. Petra slapped Zeynep and the Turkish girl slapped her back. This went back and forth two or three times. Then they both lunged forward and put each other in a headlock. I could see their muscles, their bright red faces, and the bulging veins in their necks as they tried to push each other into an advantageous position.
Simone was less fortunate. When we fell, we pushed her forward and off Aischa. The bitch took full advantage of this and stood behind Simone, who was kneeling on all fours. She grabbed Simone by the hair and pulled her head back. With her other hand clenched into a fist, she repeatedly struck Simone on the back. I couldn't let that happen. So I went after the little girl. I kicked her hard in the stomach, knocking her away from Simone.
The only problem was that Yasmin now turned her attention to Simone. She was still on her knees and Yasmin gave Simone a knee to the nose. After that, Simone had to give up. I threw myself on top of Aicha, dug my hands into her hair, and pulled. I turned her head in all directions and pressed it repeatedly into the soft floor. It didn't take long before the little girl started crying.
Zeynep and Petra were still in a headlock with each other. Neither of them wanted to give up, and they held on with all their might. Both were completely sweaty, and their hair was sticking out in all directions. Meanwhile, they were lying sideways to each other and glaring into each other's eyes. Zeynep managed to roll onto Petra without letting go of the headlock and now pressed her entire weight against Petra, pinning her to the forest floor. The two were panting from the effort. Zeynep slid over Petra to the other side. She pushed one leg under Petra and locked her upper body in a very painful body triangle. At the same time, she choked Petra from behind and bit her ear. Petra screamed and Zeynep demanded that she give up. But Petra just thrust her head back wildly and tried to turn around. She bucked like a wild horse, trying with all her strength to escape this deadly hold. But Zeynep held on tight. She tried to tighten the stranglehold on her neck. But Petra had a firm grip on the Turkish woman's arm, so she couldn't tighten the noose around her neck. “I'll kill you if you don't give up,” she hissed.
After Aicha crawled away crying, Yasmin came back to me. She was really angry now. I was just about to get up when she punched me hard in the stomach. I fell back down and the old woman pulled me up again by my hair. Then she hit me with her fist. That's where the black eye came from. Wow! After that, I saw red. I just beat the shit out of her. For at least five minutes. She then clung to me and started scratching, biting, and kicking. And so did I. We pulled each other's hair out and tore each other's T-shirts to shreds. After the T-shirt, I grabbed her bra. “Ha! You're not going to get anyone with those little things!” I don't think she expected that. She covered her tiny tits and backed away. "Yeah, fuck off! Phew. I couldn't have kept fighting for another minute, I was so exhausted afterwards... but somehow it was also really hot. I'd never felt anything like it before. I had to comfort Simone for a moment, who was sitting there sobbing and completely exhausted. But she just said, go and help Petra.
Petra continued to fight desperately against Zeynep's grip. Eventually, she managed to loosen the leg lock. On the other hand, Zeynep was unable to get Petra to give up. Gradually, it became exhausting to maintain her position. She decided to release her hold on Petra's neck. She tried to get back into the schoolgirl pin, but Petra had already freed her upper body from the leg lock. She spun into her opponent. Thanks to her height advantage of over 15 cm, she was able to push Zeynep backwards in a barbaric show of strength and roll onto the Turkish woman. Both women were drenched in sweat and panting from the effort. Their bodies were bright red and it looked as if they would fight until one of them was knocked out. Zeynep had never backed down in her life. And Petra had enough ambition to see it through to the end. At the moment, it was a stalemate. Both women had already been through fights. But for Petra, it was about points, and for Zeynep, they were mostly just short interludes.
Both of them looked completely exhausted. I think Zeynep would have won if I hadn't helped Petra. So I grabbed one of the Turkish girl's legs and one of her arms and dragged her a few inches away from Petra. That was enough. Petra quickly moved closer. She placed her forearm on the Turkish girl's neck. With her other arm, she blocked her hips. In a flash, she slid on top of Zeynep and held the southern European in a schoolgirl pin. So I sat on the bitch's stomach behind Petra. She still didn't want to give up, so I grabbed her pussy. Then she screamed and gave up. I high-fived Petra. We grabbed Simone and went home.
fact check
Alex, Simone, and Petra are real people. Petra was very tall and strong, but as far as I know, she never practiced martial arts. My one-night stand with Alex is also true, as is the argument with her sister. However, the two did not fight. Alex was pushed down the stairs by her sister during the argument. (That's where the bruises described at the beginning came from.) But Alex got her revenge later. The vocational school, the asylum seekers' home, and the girl gang also existed. I don't know if they were actually Turkish girls. Alex only mentioned foreign girls. The argument and trigger for the fight are not described quite correctly. Alex and Simone did get into a fight with them, but Simone backed down and Alex got slapped, whereupon she also backed down so as not to fight two people in broad daylight in the city center. However, they did actually arrange a fight. The fight didn't really happen, though. The young women at the time (all involved were between 18 and 21) did meet, but shortly before it started, they were noticed by a police patrol, which quickly dispersed the gathering.
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