GLORY AND MOIRA
Moira and Glory met in the women club where both were members. They never had met until several months after they signed as members.
The club was founded by the owner, Mrs. Franklyn, a widow in her 50’s, big and fleshy body, as a cultural and fun center. In the area of culture, she offered movies sessions, a good and ample library, and the organization of cultural trips. With respect to fun, she made easy the personal relationships between members, erotic literature and movies, relaxing rooms where it was natural meet women kissing and fondling, and even rooms where the members could enjoy themselves with others when the kissing and fondling got too passionate. Besides, the club had a gym, where members could help themselves to be fit and even with a ring where they could have fights, strictly regulated to avoid excessive violence. The challenges and the fights were announced on a board and they were one of the main attractions of the club.
Moira and Glory were frequent users of the gym and of the ring, but for an odd coincidence, they haven’t met. They have fought frequently and they had won always. Not surprising, Moira was a tall beautiful redhead in her early 30’s, 180 lbs of muscle and hard flesh, big but firm boobs, thighs like columns, and hips and butt according with her size. Glory was black, also tall and beautiful, about the same weight and age, a fantastic body as firm and hard as Moira’s. Both had another common characteristic: their extreme sensuality.
“So, you are Glory”, Moira smiled extending her hand. “And you are Moira. I had heard lots of you”, the black girl said squeezing Moira’s hand hard. “Me too of you”, said Moira squeezing back. For a time, they squeezed each other strongly, in a kind of test of strength, their lips and eyes smiling, their nostrils flaring, their arms muscles tense. They had been exercising and their tops were wet, their nipples pressing against the thin fabric. They inhaled each other’s strong scents. “Want to have a coke and talk?”, asked Moira, without breaking or loosening their handshake. “Sure, let’s go”, the black girl said.
In the corner where the vending machine was, they sat and talked. “You are stunning, dear”, said Moira. “Well, thanks, but you are wonderful”, Glory said. “But…”, Moira started. “But we will fight”, the black beauty ended. “We understand each other”, the redhead said. “We have won everyone here and I am sure you are better than all”. “I only had real problems with Maria, the Hispanic girl, it made a hard fight”. “I agree, and it cost me a great effort to submit her, but I slept with her after”. “And she is good in bed, isn’t she?”, Moira laughed. “Better even than wrestling”, Glory laughed.
They went together to Mrs. Franklin, who smiled widely. “I am so glad, you two are the best. I will be the referee, of course. And hope you don’t mind if I announce the event as special. We need all the promotion we can get for the club”. Meaning she will invite non members, mount a bar and make some money out of it. They accepted.
The event was programmed for a Friday night. The members could invite non members but outsiders couldn’t come without the company of a member. The clever Mrs. Franklin had programmed two other fights to heat the atmosphere. Two of the fighters were young, of about 20, who fought bravely, with not much experience but with fury, which left them bruised and bleeding. The other two were two mature and big blondes, who wrestled erotically in thongs. The fight was exciting, and you could see they were doing effect in many spectators, especially when they had a simultaneous orgasm which ended the fight since they were exhausted.
Finally Mrs. Franklyn announced Glory and Moira. They were received with enthusiastic applause and cheers. They were in thongs, Moira’s red, Glory’s black, which barely covered their thick bushes. As soon as Mrs. Franklyn gave the signal, they came to the center, joined their hands, crossed fingers and started pressing and pulling. Their arms and legs muscles were in tension, their big firm tits up and down at their breath rhythm, two strong amazons testing each other. They struggled around the ring mostly in circles, since no advantage could be appreciated in any of the two. Their contrasted skins were brilliant of oil and both emitted an erotic aroma. For a moment, it looked like Moira’s legs doubled and a collective gasp sounded as her left knee touched the canvas, while a soft smile appeared on Glory’s face. Too premature, because the redhead used the lever of her knee, pulled the black girl to her as she let herself on her back and Glory found herself catapulted over Moira’s body and fell noisily on her belly and hands with a scream more of surprise than pain. Like lightning, the redhead was on her back, passing an arm around her neck and got her legs around Glory’s in a difficult to break lock. The black wrestler demonstrated her strength by lifting her body on hands and knees and jumping laterally in suck a way that Moira fell on her back, with Glory on top. Still, the arm and legs lock was unbroken, until Glory slid a hand between her own legs and grabbed a handful of Moira’s pussy. The red head screamed and reacted in the same way, but she had lost the advantage. Glory escaped from her lock and both go on their knees, two meters apart, sweaty and excited. They attacked and they locked in a bear hug, their boobs smashed and flattened as their hands clawed on their backs and they started rolling on the canvas trying to pin and dominate the other. In the action, they had lost their thongs, actually ripped and their full bushes tangled in the embrace. They were groaning from the enormous effort they were exerting, the canvas soaked of their sweat. The spectators were mesmerized, the two fighters rolling as one body in the ring, two superhuman forces in competition. Suddenly, Moira made a fast move and her legs closed around Glory’s neck like powerful scissors. The same movement permitted the black girl to close her strong thighs around the redhead neck and they started rolling over and over locked in what seemed unbreakable locks. They were intoxicating the other with the smells of sweat and pussy and they were getting aroused. It was clear that their thighs were too strong for any of them to break the lock.
Finally, Mrs. Franklin moved her arms laterally, signaling the end of the fight. The fighters, soaked in sweat, separated slowly, looking at each other with glassy eyes. “No! This has not finished!”, Moira yelled. Glory nodded: “No way, Mrs. Franklin. This is far from finished”. “Woman to woman?”, asked Moira. “And cxnt to cxnt”, Glory confirmed. The women yelled and cheered at the prospect of more fighting, now more sexual.
Mrs. Franklin shrugged and went to a corner. The beauties, smelling of sweat and sex profoundly, met in the center of the ring, pressed their boobs, with the nipples like pebbles and kissed. In fact, more than a kiss, was a sensual battle of the tongues and lips. For about ten minutes, they tongue fucked their mouths, sucking and gagging, the saliva sliding from their mouths to their neck and boobs, while they rubbed their full bodies without using their hands. The erotic kiss contributed greatly to the already sexual atmosphere of the place. Cheers, screams, yells and lots of kissing and touching among the spectators. When, looking at each other with lust, both cupped the other’s pussy and whispered “come on, bitch”, “let’s fuck, whore” and buried three fingers each in their sexy cxnts, the screams and cheers reached a maximum of decibels. Both women were evidently excited from their fight and their kiss, and it took only ten minutes for them to explode simultaneously in a double orgasm who made them to double and fall on their knees embraced for support, kissing again, while their juices gushed freely down their thighs.
They needed some time to recover, and then it was the black girl who sat in the canvas with her legs open, and yelled: “Bring it in, whore!”. Moira didn’t doubt it, sat in front crossed her legs with Glory’s and both slammed their hairy pussies, adjusted their positions and started grinding hard. In the gym was pandemonium, excited women all over screaming, yelling, cheering, kissing, fingering. Even an excited Mrs. Franklin cupped one of her tit and breathed hard looking around in awe.
The fighters fucked hard, their hands clawed on their thighs and ass cheeks, their mouths covered with spit, their bodies brilliant of sweat while their pussies slammed and ground, with their swollen clits rubbing like little swords. They came again, but they didn’t stop instead they continued their heated fucking until a new simultaneous orgasm.
Mrs. Franklin got out of her stupor and stepped to the center, where both girls still shook all over, left her arms and screamed: “Stop, I declare a draw! If you want to continue, go somewhere else and fuck your brains off”. That made a silence in the gym, where the smell of sweat and sex was not only in the ring, and women composed more or less themselves and started going out. Glory and Moira went to the lockers room.
“What do you think about that idea of going somewhere else and continue?” Moira asked. “By all means. I want to fuck with you until we die of extreme pleasure”, Glory answered.
They went to Moira’s and fucked non stop all the weekend. No loser. Both winners.
