The Club was doing even better than expected. We had 127 members and had celebrated numerous fights and sex fights. After sex fighting with me, Sharon had demonstrated she was really good. She had won all her fights, including two not sexual, where she had humiliated a mature white fighter and a Oriental young very athletic whom she creamed in one hour fight. Joan and I didn’t fight much, except for our training sessions, but when we did, we won. Since the opening, the club had celebrated 300 fights and/or sex fights.
One day the secretary of the club, called me to say I had a special visit. A former friend. I told her to direct her to my office. It was a very beautiful Indian lady: Neha.
As soon I saw her enter, my cxnt twitched uncontrollably. Neha and I had a story, long and complicated story. We had been partners in business, rivals in business, fervent enemies almost to death, lovers, probably the most passionate lovers. We have fought brutally and have made love lovingly, we had fights not many people would endure and full weeks of sex, hard and sweet at the same time. Very few women awoke in me my animal instincts like that Indian whore and I know I had made her desire me like nobody else. Used to disappear and even change identities, she had disappeared from my life after come character disagreements.
And now she was back here, with her beauty, her usual musky scents. We said at the same time: “Hello, bitch”, and laughed hysterically. We met and hugged and kissed. I offered her a drink and we sat on the sofa. “You were so stubborn and stupid last time”. “You were an idiot and more than stubborn”. Our hands slapped our faces simultaneously. “Oh! That’s not a good start!”, she said. “What did you expect after all, a red carpet?”, I said.
“You were frequently brusque, dear, but I liked you and came back to you”, you said. “To me? I wonder”. “I heard about this club and hoped I could help you”, she leans over seductively. “Help me how?” I smile. “Well, you know me, business, fights, sex”. “Business goes well, fights are excellent and I have great sex”, I said dismissively. “Oh, yes, I heard you are lover and associate of that old cow, Joan”, she said. “You better don’t talk bad about Joan, or else”, I almost spitted on her beautiful face. “No problem, but I want an opportunity”. I found myself extraordinarily aroused. Had to remember the incredible effect that Neha had in me.
After a while, we calmed, I told her about the Club and how we had founded it and she told me nothing of her life, always mysterious and very changing, as usual. We finally fucked on the sofa, not for too long, because we were a little wary of the other. At the end, I offered her a membership and she joined the club. After two months, she had won all her fights and sex fights, including an enormous beating of one of the veterans, which made Neha famous for her brutality and a tremendous sexual victory over Sharon, who lost by 1 to 3 and got Neha’s strap on for long time after the fight.
It happened what I was sure would happen. After her last brilliant victory, Neha addressed the members. “Ladies, it is clear that winning me is difficult if not impossible. I know of one who could try: Maura, the owner. And I challenge her from now if she dares”. I was not there, but soon the news reached me. I met Neha in the bar, drinking alone at a table. I sat at her side. “So, you finally are looking for trouble”, I said when they served me a drink. “Trouble? No, I think this a club for women fighting, isn’t it?”. “Sure, and you had to make a show in challenging me!”. “You know me, and you and I are the only women who never won nor lost with the other”. “You know I could refuse and throw you from the club, don’t you?”, I said but smiling openly. “Hey, whore, I know you too and unless you have changed lots, I am sure you won’t let pass an occasion like this”. With those words I noticed an increment of her sexual scents and my pussy reacted as usual. “You are clever. I won’t pass the opportunity. Tell me how you want it”, I said. She leaned over and with her mouth at no more than a couple of millimeters of mine, she whispered: “As in the past, woman to woman, all for all, physical and sexual. Your mind and body against mine. Sooner or later one must win”. “That will be me, darling”, I said while I discovered we were both sweating and our hands reached under our skirts to our hairy pussies. “I am readier than ever to win you, darling whore”, she said while our fingers fucked the other. “Maybe when I am much older, sister slut. But not yet”. We realized that there were a dozen women in the bar, who were following our encounter with awe and expectation. When we both came, closing our legs on the other’s hand and suppressing a scream, we were surprised by a spontaneous applause of the other woman. We smiled, finished our drinks and left the bar. “I will tell you the time and the rules”, I said before going back to my suite in the attic.
I talked with Joan and we decided a Friday night. I knew it was going to be a long fight, whatever modality we would be selecting, so we decided not to have other fights that night. For precaution, just in case we would finish fast, we had four other fighters ready. It was going to be NHB and sexual, no restrictions, and would be only stopped if that was a lethal danger for one of the two or it was no final clear result by midnight.
The day arrived and I would lie miserably if I wouldn’t say I was excited and… worried. Before lunch I came to the bar and Neha was there. Immediately my pussy twitched. She came to me and kissed me. “Nervous, darling?”, she teased. “Not as much as you”, I replied. “I am so excited”, she said. “I confess me too”, I smiled. We had the drink together and we separated. I ate in my suite upstairs and rested.
At 6:30 p.m. I went to the lockers room. Neha was not there yet, but she arrived when I just had gotten naked and was wearing my black robe. She got naked also, wore her red robe and smiled. I noticed she was also wearing a very erotic perfume, but I had done the same. Our aromas were strong and sexy. Our big tits were firm and our nipples erect and even milking.
It was a lot of expectation and the place was packed. Someone had told around stories about our former rivalry and everybody expected a fiery battle and lots of sex. Joan herself was going to act as referee, totally unnecessary but in the club rules. It was a roar of applause when we climbed on to the ring in opposed corners. It was still a louder roar when we pulled off our robes, letting them fall off the ring and our naked bodies appeared in all their glory.
We smiled, went to the center with our arms up and hands in front, half in salutation half in challenge. We locked fingers, feeling the shiver of the hands contact and kissed lustily, maintaining the hands high.
Fortunately, I remembered Neha’s dirty tricks. With her beautiful, sensual smile, with a subtle movement, her knee shot hard between my legs. My experience saved me. I stepped back one pace, grabbed her offending leg and pulled up. She screamed in frustration and fell on her back, rolling and jumping back up. I was surprised by her fast reaction and I tried to kick her pussy but I found her leg and we kicked each other and fell on the canvas. We were already sweating and looked at the other with our usual respect and precaution. Neha, younger and more impulsive, attacked first. I was waiting for her. Grabbed one of her arms, let myself fall on my back with my foot on her belly and launched the Indian girl over me. She fell heavily groaning in pain, rolled and stood up groggily. She was so beautiful that I lost my concentration and before I could react she had me in a neck lock, turned me over her shoulder and I found myself on my back stunned. In a moment she left me from the canvas, repeated the move and I was on my back for a second time, groaning in pain. Neha grabbed my long hair and pulled me over the canvas, kicking my ribs and ass as I tried to recover unsuccessfully. I was receiving quite a beating and I feigned I was almost unconscious.
And then, Neha made her mistake. She thought the fight was over, put a foot on my tummy and lifted her arms in victory. I grabbed her foot, twisted it brutally and pulled it up. She fell screaming on her back and I got on top fast, punched her belly several times and was ready to punch her jaw and end the fight when she used her knee in my pussy and it was my turn to scream and roll off her. We were on our bellies, trying to recover, looking intensely to the other. I realized I was aroused, but I detected Neha’s smell and knew she was too. We got on our knees, closed the gap and hugged. Her kiss surprised me. Her tongue penetrated my mouth and I responded with my tongue. Our hands went simultaneously to our pussies and entered deep. We breathed hard in our mouths while we finger fucked the other. We were really excited because in less than ten minutes we exploded together in an enormous orgasm. When our bodies stopped trembling, she sat on the canvas, her legs open, her hairy cxnt gushing and smiled in challenge. I sat, closed the gap again and we slammed our pussies and started grinding aggressively. Our bodies were soaked in sweat, they hurt in the many places we had punched, but now we were in a pure sexual combat. Our smells were exciting and we ground hard, pinching our nipples, grabbing and squeezing our tits, and rubbing our excited clits together. We breathed hard, groaning, increasing the speed of our grinding, looking at each other, trying to asses the closeness to orgasm. We exploded together, squirting, sending torrents of cum to the other’s body and finally peeing hard and soaking ourselves. We screamed in pleasure and frustration and grabbed the other’s shoulders, pulling hard to kiss and started grinding again. And again after another orgasm as powerful as the previous ones. It was time for Joan to stop the fight and declare a draw. I saw the frustration in Neha’s eyes and I smiled to her.
We went to the locker’s room and showers to clean our scratches and punches, we kissed and got our separate ways. Joan was very hot as a result of our fight and after dinner… of course…
