To my friend Joan
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After their week of fighting and fucking with Toni, Joan and Maura decided to spend a long weekend together. Joan was still a little pissed off that Maura had won on that week, but they could never be upset at the other. They were not exactly in love, but they lusted for each other, loved their fights and, of course, their many nights together.
They went to the same place, their secluded place on the sea. They met in the nearest town for dinner and talked about that week, especially of the sex fight they had when Maura won her, made her cum, and obliged her to lick her pussy, which seems to be a kind of punishment but in fact it was a pleasure for them, whoever loses. “Oh, cxnt, you were so lucky, I knew I had you on edge!”, Joan said. “Darling, we are always on edge, but the fact is you came like a fountain and I won!”, Maura smiled. “Well, that won’t happen again, at least not on this weekend, bitch!”. “Oh, we will see, dear, but before I suppose you want some serious fight”. “Of course I want you to feel my strength and my fists on your fat body”. “Fat? Stronger than ever and you will feel my fists on yours too. Not on the face as usual, ok?”. “Oh, of course, not on our beautiful faces, sweetie. Tomorrow at sunrise on our private beach”.
It was not at sunrise, because when they went to the house they had a couple of long drinks and then went to bed to fuck for hours. So, the sun was high when they got up and breakfasted. “Don’t eat much, darling, or you will vomit when I punch your belly”, Joan said. “Same to you”, Maura said. They finished breakfast, pulled their robes of and went out to the small beach outside. Maura run to the water, jumped in and immediately she felt Joan straddling her waist with her strong thighs and grabbing her hairs to push her head under the water. She gagged and coughed, swallowing water and struggling, but Joan had her under until she could reach up and grab Joan’s hair also. She pulled hard, making Joan scream and soften her legs lock. They waded back to the bank and rolled part on the wet sand, part on the water, with the hairs on one hand and the other in a fist punching each other. Their mouths went to their necks in brutal bites while they started squeezing and clawing at their big tits. They groaned like animals as their punches were harder, on their tits and bellies. All the love during the night was forgotten, they were hurting each other, they wanted to win and humiliate the other. In twenty minutes or so, their bodies were red of punches in several places, their necks and tits had the marks of teeth and their pussies hurt of several knee kicks. They continued fighting for almost one hour and Maura lost when Joan got a lock of her neck from behind and kneed her kidneys several times. Maura gave up and then Joan peed on her body, straddled her face and came in her mouth.
They spend the rest of the morning in friendly conversation, as if they hadn’t fought like enemies, and they brought drinks to the beach and made love languidly. Then, they had lunch and went to bed to fuck and have a siesta.
They had the second fight close to the Sunset. According to the rules they had discussed, the loser had the right to choose the kind of fight for the next one. Strangely, Maura elected boxing. Joan was surprised when Maura produced two sets of boxing gloves. “But we never box. What about the rules?”, she asked. “The usual, except that with gloves we can hit everywhere, even the face. And we fight to knockout”, Maura said. “Ok”, Joan accepted.
They wore the gloves and from the beginning it was evident none of them had any technique. They started launching barrages of punches, many of them to the air, circling each other, until they got closer and exchanged ferocious punches, mostly to the body. In a few minutes they were sweating and smelling, while Maura sent a double to Joan’s tits, she groaned and stepped back. Maura followed and hit the face of her opponent, who fell to the sand. Maura waited until Joan was on her feet and attacked again. She punished Joan hard, her tits, her ribs, kidneys and face. Joan was bleeding lightly from her mouth, but was enduring the punishment. Until Maura got too confident. Joan clinched with her, one hand behind her head and they exchanged punches on tits and bellies. Suddenly one of Joan’s punches hit Maura´s lower belly, centimeters from her pussy and Maura groaned and fell to her knees. Immediately, Joan attacked her face with the two fists, knowing it was her opportunity and Maura fell on the sand. Joan waited, but in the second Maura was on her feet, a brutal jab to her jaw, made her fall again, unconscious for the count. Joan pulled off her gloves, grabbed the unconscious body under the armpits and brought Maura to the water, where she finally recovered. Joan also rolled on the salt water to soften her hurt. Still groggy, Maura accompanied Joan inside where the blonde lady offered her a drink. “What did you use, a hammer?”, Maura laughed. “No, darling, my otherwise delicate hands”, Joan laughed showing her hands. “Delicate when you caress, dear, not when you hit”.
That night she wouldn’t have to complain, because Joan’s hands were delicate and soft on her body. Both had to pass for a long hot bath and a session of massage and liniment to soft the hurt on her bodies, but all pain was forgotten in their long, hot and passionate lovemaking.
They got up late, it was sunny and inviting outdoors. They had just a coffee and went out naked. Maura elected boxing again. They wore the gloves and, like the day before, they launched disorganized attacks, mostly ineffectual, until they clinched body to body and started punishing tits, bellies and faces. They were sweating under the sun, still smelly of the night and they were heated in the combat. Maura wanted her revenge, Joan wanted her third victory and they punched hard and more accurately at every moment of the fight. Their tendency was to clinch body to body which made the combat rather awkward and both more excited with their smells. Finally, Joan started to step back under a furious attack of her opponent. Her tits and ribs were more punished than Maura’s and the blonde fighter was losing strength. Maura connected a jab to her right cheek and another to her left tit which unbalanced Joan. Then Maura punched her hard on her lower belly, like Joan had done the previous day and when Joan fell on her knees, a hard jab to her jaw made her fall definitely. As Joan has done, she brought her to the salted water and Joan recovered conscience. Both swam for a time, as a good way to cure her many punches marks with the salted water and they rested under the sun.
Like the previous day, the second fight was at sunset. It was Joan’s turn to elect the type of fight and she decided fight with strapons. She ruled that the winner would be the one who got first two penetrations on the other. Maura knew the system and accepted of course. In fact, it was a normal fight, that instead of ending in submission or rendition it was in penetration.
They wore their strapons… 10 inches monsters, Maura’s flesh color, Joan’s black. It was somehow funny see their beautiful firm bodies with those hanging toys but they didn’t waste time. They locked their arms around their necks and they fell soon rolling on the big blanket they had laid to avoid some of the sand. Both tried to open the legs of the other while controlling each other. They needed one hand most of the time to get the she cock ready, so the control of the fight was difficult. They kneed and punched hard and soon they were sweaty and dirty of sand. They stood up and attacked again and this time Maura got an advantage when Joan’s fingers penetrated her pussy. She had the two hands busy and Maura tripped her to the blanket and in a swift movement buried the she cock in her cxnt. Joan groaned and said “FUCK”, and Maura got the cock off, kissed her and both stood up again.
They bear hugged for the next round, the she cocks hanging and rubbing like swords while they concentrated in punching the other’s tits and lower belly. It was longer that the first round. They were trying to trick the other and for two times Maura got her toy just between Joan’s legs but Joan rolled over and came back in better position. Finally, Joan used a unexpected trick in a fiery violent combat. He used two fingers to penetrate Maura’s ass at the same time that she kissed the brunette on the mouth passionately. Maura didn’t realize the trick until the big cock was deep in her cxnt.
Joan pulled off with a big smile on her face, which disappeared soon, when Maura, without resting, came to her, grabbed her neck in her arm and started hitting her tits and belly. In a minute, they were wrestling fiercely on the blanket, body to body, groaning and sweating, punching each other, grabbing tits and asses and punching their ribs. After long time, Joan tried to play the same trick, kissing Maura and fingering her ass. But Maura was more attentive and spitted on her face while rolling over, she grabbed Joan’s arm and twisted it on her back. Making pressure, she got Joan on her belly with her arm still twisted and in a fast move, she grabbed the she cock and pushed it in Joan’s ass. The mature blonde screamed out of her lungs and Maura, winner, didn’t stop. She fucked Joan’s ass hard and long. Joan stopped screaming, asked Maura to free her arm and moved to be more comfortable and while the she cock penetrated her ass, she masturbated herself to orgasm. Maura pulled off her strapon, rolled Joan on her back and face sat her, grinding her bush on her mouth until she came almost gagging the blonde with her cum and pee.
They stood up, kissed long and deep and went to the water to swim and heal their marks. Later, they came in the house, take a long hot shower together and got ready to go to the town for a succulent dinner. “As usual, we are in a draw”, said Joan. “We have still tomorrow, dear. What kind of fight would you like?”, Maura smiled. “Definitely sex fight. You won last time, remember? Me and Toni”. “Good, I agree”, Maura accepted.
Back home, they fucked their brains out for almost three hours. Besides the pleasure, both were thinking in her sex fight and wanted to cum as much as possible during the night.
The next day they had a good breakfast, chatting happily, not mentioning at all the final “battle”. Then showered in different bathrooms, perfumed and dressed up in half cup lace bras, garters, stockings and high heels and met in the vacant bedroom. “Ready, darling?”, Joan asked. “Ready, love”, Maura answered.
The next second they were kissing expertly and deeply, their tongues fighting in their mouths, the arms static on their sides, the breasts barely touching, as their fiery tongues pushed and pulled, intending to gag the opponent. After several long minutes without none giving up, the saliva sliding to their chins, necks and tits, they moved their arms. They grabbed the other’s ass and squeeze as they pulled. Their tits smashed, and their hairy pussies slammed, as they groaned in painful delight. Their nipples pushed, big and erect, their bellies rubbed and their pubic hairs tangled. They were almost immobile, only the sucking of the tongues and the rubbing of breasts and pussies visible. They separated the kiss and their tongues started teasing ears and necks, sucking and licking. The sweat started dripping thru their bodies and the smells excited them more. They started wilder, competing to suck their nipples and armpits, whispering dirty words to excite the other and finally penetrating their pussies with several fingers, their thumbs working on the swollen clits. The first orgasm was simultaneous, strong and noisy since both women screamed a !Fuck!”, thinking they had lost already. They go on their knees, still with their fingers in their cxnts and looking at each other with glassy eyes.
“Fuck, bitch!”, Joan said and pushed Maura to the floor, got on top and started sucking her nipples and rubbing her thigh on her pussy. Maura did the same and they groaned again as they thigh fucked and bit their tits. The bras had all but disappeared in the struggle so they were topless and in garters and stockings, of course the heels had also been thrown apart. They were red and soaked of sweat when they came again simultaneously. They kept trembling and embracing for long minutes, until Maura said: “cxnt fight will decide”.
She climbed on the bed, sat opening her legs and Joan followed her, they scissored their thighs and locked their hairy and soaked pussies. Semi laying on their elbows, they started a ferocious tribbing, their clits painfully erect rubbing, their cxnt lips slamming and grinding, juices flowing noisily and the smells absolutely fantastic. It was a long half hour of grinding, grunting, moaning and even slapping. Two expert mature bitches desiring to cum, but intent on winning. From time to time they squeezed their tits and pinched their nipples, but the battle was concentrated on their hot pussies.
Joan felt she was going to cum in one second and started to blame herself, when suddenly a geyser of sticky juices exploded from Maura’s pussy and her scream denoted her defeat. With a couple of seconds to spare, Joan let herself go and came victoriously.
They kissed, Maura accepted her defeat, promising revenge at the first opportunity and later they spend a passionate night, before going their separate ways the next morning.
