One of the problems of appearing in videos, no matter how niche they may be, is that you become famous (notorious?) among the select group of people that are fans of your genre and, occasionally, those who are most definitely not. One late summer’s afternoon when I was walking back from a visit to my favourite swimming spot, I was confronted in the sand dunes by a woman who stepped in front of me and blocked my path saying, in a very aggressive manner:
“At last, bitch, I found you.”
I was surprised. “Do I know you?” I asked.
“No, but I know you, bitch! You’re Ellen Shaw. You do those topless boxing and wrestling videos that my husband watches. He’s obsessed with you. He jerks himself off watching your videos. Recently he even called your name when he was fucking me! I hate you, bitch, and I’m going to make you pay. Right here, right now!”
I looked the woman up and down. She looked to be fit and in her early forties with a shoulder length blonde hair and a good tan. She obviously spent a fair amount of time on the beach here. She was dressed in blue cotton shorts and an orange V-neck T-shirt with long, powerful looking legs and a large bust. She was about my height and I figured she was probably a 38DD or bigger and about 160lbs. She wanted a fight. She was a good bit younger than me and in good shape. I was no doubt that, if she was any good, she’d easily beat me. She clearly saw me hesitate, I was slightly taken aback, so she repeated her earlier threat:
“Right here, right now bitch! I’m going to kick your ass! I’m going to make you wish you never got in that ring and made those damn videos! You’ve humiliated me, now it’s my turn to humiliate you. Come on bitch what are you waiting for?”
Well, I wasn’t exactly in the mood for a fight and I don’t tend to do cat fights but I wasn’t going to take this kind of trash talk. There was no one around. It was a quiet mid-week afternoon and we were miles from where the tourists hang out.
“Okay miss mouthy,” I growled, “let’s do it!”
“The name is Lynne,” she replied “but you can call me ‘Lynne who beat the crap out of me’.”
“We’ll see about that. Where are we doing this?” I asked.
“Over here.” she said.
She led me across the dunes in the direction that she’d appeared from and into a sheltered depression. She’d obviously thought this out. The area was a circle about 20 feet in diameter of pure white sand surrounded by high sedge grasses. It was well protected from prying eyes and well away from the paths where people might hear us in action
On the far side of the clearing, I could see a bag and a hat and some sandals that obviously belong to her. She moved towards them and pulled off her T-shirt, revealing an underwired balcony bra that scarcely contained her substantial assets. For my part I dropped my tote, took off my hat and sunglasses and undid the sarong I was wearing. Beneath it I was dressed in my aquamarine, tie side bikini (£5.99 from your local sports store). She dropped her shorts exposing a white lacy thong that matched her balcony bra. That her tan stretched all the way to her, rather low, panty line suggested she normally sunbathed in the nude. I waited to see if she was going to strip completely, she hadn’t said anything about ‘dress code’, but she turned to me and said:
“Okay bitch, let’s do this. Anything goes. No limits. Just fight until one of us gives up, and it isn’t going to be me.”
With that she charged across the clearing and slammed into me, taking me down on my back. Sand may feel soft but when you hit it with force it’s hard as a board. Slamming back first to the ground knocked the wind completely out of me. Before I could react, she straddled me and started grabbing my hair and banging my head against the ground. I fought back in the only way that I could, reaching up and grabbing her blonde locks, ragging her head from side to side. She switched her attention to my breasts, grabbing them through my bikini top and squeezing them hard.
I responded in kind, reaching up and grabbing her huge hanging udders. Almost instantly her bra catch gave way and her big breasts poured out and hung free. Great I thought, that will slow down. But I was wrong. She leant forward, pushing her boobs into my face and smothering me with her pendulous tits.
Fuck! The fight was less than a minute old and I was at risk of being suffocated by her huge breasts. Well, she said anything goes, so I opened my mouth and sank my teeth into the flesh of her right breast. She screamed and sat up. She slapped me hard in the face with her right hand, pulled off her bra and tossed it on the sand before slapping me again.
She may have been straddling me but she wasn’t pinning my shoulders, my arms were still free. In desperation I reached up and grabbed her boobs again while, at the same time, driving my feet into the sand and bridging out. I literally pulled her off me by her tits. We rolled over to my left and I found myself on top of her, lying between her legs. It was a rookie mistake and I paid the price as she clamped her strong thighs tight around my middle before I could react.
I was on top but she had the upper hand. My hands were free so I punched her tits. She squeezed my middle and I groaned. She was crushing me. I grabbed her hair and once again ragged her, smashing her head back into the sand. She reached up and clawed my breasts, tugging on my halter top until the string around my neck came free and she was able to grab my nipples. I was screaming in agony.
In desperation I leaned back and delivered a head butt to the bridge of her nose. She groaned and her legs opened as she collapsed, dazed, in the sand. I quickly got to my knees and set about casting off my halter top but she was far from finished. Drawing back her legs she delivered a double kick to my breasts from her position on the ground. The impact threw me backwards and then she was on me again.
She might’ve been a rookie but she was a fast learner and this time as she straddled me, she moved up my body, pinning my arms. More slaps to the face followed. I was in serious trouble here. In desperation I bridged out again and succeeded in unbalancing her. She fell forward over my head and I spun round grabbing her ankles and applied a leg lock before throwing myself onto her back, attempting to trap her in an STF.
I almost made it before a savage elbow to the breast knocked the wind out of me and I rolled off her coming to rest alongside her, me on my back, her face down. Before I could react, she swung her body across me and, once again, those huge breasts were pressed into my face. I pushed my feet into the sand and once again succeeded in bucking her off, delivering a short punch to her belly as I did so.
Now we were both on our backs breathing hard. I rolled over and threw myself across her body but she quickly bucked me off. She sat up, spun round onto her knees and, before I had time to react, delivered a double axe blow to my belly, knocking the wind out of me once again. She straddled me again. More hair pulling, head pounding and face slaps followed.
This woman was wild. I was desperate to get away from her. I swung my legs up and managed to hook my ankles around her neck and pull her over. I came to seated position but before I had time to build on that she snapped her legs shut around my waist again. As she lay on her back, her crotch pressed against my belly, I felt a dampness from her panties. While she was fighting fiercely, this girl was getting turned on.
She squeezed again, crushing the air out of me. I groaned and delivered an axe blow of my own to her belly. Her leg sprang apart. I slipped my arms behind her knees and pressed forward, folding her over. In a wrestling match this would’ve been a perfect pin. In a catfight it didn’t really give me much advantage.
As I pondered my next move, she tensed to muscles and I found myself catapulted off her backwards. We ended up lying on our backs in the sand, toe to toe. By unspoken mutual consent we both got slowly to our feet. She offered me her open hands and we locked up in a trial of strength, struggling for supremacy. She was stronger than I expected and was soon forcing me back. I lost my footing and dropped one knee. She released her grip on my hands and stepped over my shoulders, pushing her crotch into my face and snapping on a head scissors before taking us back to the sand once again.
I was trapped between her strong thighs, this time with my face pushed into her damp sweaty minge. With nothing but the cotton of her thong separating me from her increasingly wet pussy I slapped her thighs and then reached up trying to grab hold of her breasts but the reach was too much. I wriggled around and eventually got a to point where I had her on her back and me on my knees. Slowly but surely, I pushed myself up and eventually managed to extract my head from between her thighs.
As I broke free, I grabbed her ankles folded her over and stomped on her pussy three times. She screamed and kicked back and, once again, I found myself flying across our little fighting pit and landing heavily on my back on the sand. Before I could gather my wits, she was on top of me again, punching me in the belly before pushing those huge tits into my face.
This wasn’t going well for me. The constant round of suffocations meant I was struggling to catch my breath. I could feel my energy ebbing away. Once again, I sank my teeth in her breast and, once again, she pulled away screaming but this time she grabbed hold of the drawstring on the side of my bikini briefs undoing it.
We rolled apart and came to our feet but my bikini slipped down my legs and I was naked. As we stood facing each other she kicked out with her right foot, driving squarely between my legs and into my love box. I screamed in agony and dropped to my knees. Another kick hit me square in the breasts. My arms went to protect my battered boobs. I looked up at her and she hit me with a right cross to the jaw. I keeled over, landing face down in the sand and she straddled me again, but this time facing backwards. She grabbed hold of my legs putting me into a Boston crab. Then she stood up, bending my back. I was screaming in agony, pounding at the sand. She hooked my feet beneath her armpits and delivered a savage chop to my sex with her right hand. I screamed.
“Give in Ellen,” she cried, “I’ve got you beaten admit it. Ellen Shaw isn’t as tough as she thinks she is.”
Fuck! She was right. I was in serious trouble here but I wasn’t about to allow this bitch to beat me. Gritting my teeth and summoning all my strength I somehow managed to force her off-balance. She fell face first to the sand on top of me. At least the pain in my back had eased. I scrambled free, dragging my legs out from underneath her but she was quickly on all fours. She spun round before I had a chance to escape and jumped on my back. Once again, she began pounding my head into the sand, this time face first. Sand was getting into every orifice. I was effectively blind as I tried to buck her off. She may have been a rookie but, as I’d already discovered, she was a fast learner. As I tried to come to all fours, she wrapped her legs around my waist and her hands under my armpits applying a combined full Nelson and body scissors. Before she had a chance to roll me over, I dropped back to the sand. Hugging the ground was my last line of defence. It was stalemate but I was on the losing side, the next move would be entirely hers.
Realising she was getting nowhere she released her full Nelson and came to her knees, her backside resting against mine, while she contemplated the next move. She reached down with her left hand and wrapped around my neck and then the fingers of her right hand found their way into my pussy, pushing unwanted sand with them. At least the old girl was already lubricated from the thrill of the fight but I could really do without finger fuck like that. In desperation I pushed up again and bridged out, throwing her off me. She landed on her back alongside me and I quickly climbed on top of her again grabbing her hair once again bashing her head on the sand.
Rather than straddle her, this time I opted to climb on top of her, pushing my knees into her breasts and crushing them. It was an agonising move for her but I was unstable, my hands forced to pin her arms to the ground. I could do nothing more than wriggle back and forth mashing her tits in the process. She tried to bridge out and I wrapped my legs around her waist slid back and squeezed. She groaned. I delivered three or four closed fist punches to her jaw and she momentarily relaxed I thought she was done. Then, in an impressive display of strength, she bridged and rolled us both over. She came to rest on her knees, my legs still wrapped around her middle. A series of punches to my belly and breasts had me releasing the leg scissors and she quickly scrambled forward pressing her crotch onto my face.
Once again, she urged me to admit I was beaten. Once again, I refused but I knew that, if I didn’t do something fast, I was finished. I bridged out while simultaneously sinking my teeth into the fabric of her panties. She screamed and toppled forwards off me. I quickly rolled over and, before she could react, hooked the sodden crotch of her panties aside and shoved two fingers into her cxnt. She screamed again:
“Fuck you, Ellen Shaw!”
“Right now, it looks like I’m fucking you.” I replied.
Now she was face down in the sand with my fingers in her love hole. All fine and dandy but it wasn’t going to win me the fight. Pulling my fingers out of her snatch I straddled her back and slipped my hands under her armpits applying a full Nelson, as she had done to me minutes earlier.
We had been fighting for seem like an age but was probably only a few minutes and I was slowly gaining the upper hand. I could feel her starting to weaken and stepped up my attack. I rolled us both over onto our backs, her on top with me underneath. I hooked my legs around her waist and cross my ankles. I hiss in her ear:
“Lynne, I don’t want to hurt you but you must understand I have a reputation to protect I can’t have people going around calling me a bitch and getting away with it you do understand, don’t you?”
“Bitch!” she replied. I tensed my leg muscles and squeezed hard. She groaned.
I said: “Lynne any time you want to give up just say all you have to do is say ‘Ellen I’m sorry I called you a bitch you are the better woman I surrender’ and I will let you go.
“Bitch!” She said it again, this time is slightly less conviction. Again, I squeezed and again she groaned. I felt I was getting nowhere. I uncrossed my ankles, moved my feet down inside her thighs and spread her wide
“Come on Lynne, just admit it – you’re beaten.” I said.
“Bitch.” she mumbled again.
Realising she wasn’t about to give up I took a chance. Stretching my left arm, I hooked my left hand around the side of her head and pulled, putting a strain on her neck. She screamed. I move my right arm down her body, my right hand caressing her erect right nipple, before sliding down the front of her soaking wet panties. She flailed helplessly with her free right arm. I applied more pressure to her neck. She groaned and whimpered as my prying fingers found their way into her pussy and then, in a small voice, she said:
“Ellen I’m sorry I called you a bitch. You are the better woman. I surrender to you.”
“Thank you.” I replied.
I rolled her over on her front before coming to my feet, grabbing hold of those sodden panties and pulling them off her. She lay still, face down in the sand as I straddled her back and inserted my right hand between her legs. Cupping her chin with my left hand I pull back on her neck lifting her head from the sand.
“Please Ellen,” she muttered, “no more. I’ve surrendered. Let me go.”
I felt sorry for her but I had to act tough, she needed to be punished.
“Sorry Lynne but you’re in my bitch now. Besides you want this, don’t you?”
With that I withdrew my right hand from her snatch and rolled her on her back, still straddling her midsection. She stared up at me, her expression a mixture of fear and wonder. I reach behind me and my right hand continued to work on her clitoris. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips, my left hand tweaking her right nipple. I straightened up, eased myself forward placing my knees either side of her head and sat back on the cushion of her boobs, proffering my sex to her. She raised her head and started to lick. I got a distinct feeling she’d done this before. But she was close to orgasm now and, as my fingers work their magic, she threw her head back into the sand and screamed in ecstasy:
“Oh God! Ellen! Oh God, oh God.”
I remove my fingers from her pussy and stood up with my feet either side of her breasts. I stared into her glazed eyes as she slowly recovered from the orgasm.
“Lynne,” I said to her, “you can tell your loving husband that you met Ellen Shaw, that you fought Ellen Shaw and that she beat you. You can also tell him that Ellen Shaw is a lesbian and she gave you the best finger fucking you’ve ever had in your life.”
She stared up at me and nodded dumbly. It was then that I heard another voice.
“Congratulations! Another great victory for the mighty Ellen Shaw. My apologies for not applauding but I have my hands full right now.”
What the fuck? I looked in the direction of the voice to see chubby, curvaceous girl in her early 30s sitting on the far side of the hollow almost wearing a black bikini. When I say ‘almost’ her left breast was hanging out and she was caressing it with her left hand while her bikini bottoms were round her knees and her right hand was working vigorously on her pussy. She seemed to have no inhibitions. Her hair was dyed purple and silver and tied in a topknot but from the colour of her pubes I was guessing she was naturally a mousey blonde.
“Who the fuck are you?” I asked
“Hello Ellen, I’m Nat, as in Natalie, I’m a big fan of yours. Watching you fight makes me horny and I have to admit I’d really like to fight you myself.”
Seriously? I felt like some gunslinger in the wild west. Suddenly everyone wanted to have a shot at me. What was it with these bitches? They either hated me or they just wanted to take me on to show how great they were.
“Come on Nat, you can’t be serious. You look barely half my age. Do you think I’m going to fight you after I’ve just fought with Lynne here?”
She shrugged and looked across at me with a rueful pout: “Well maybe not now but some time, huh?”
Distracted by Nat I forgot about Lynne for a moment and then suddenly, boom! A fist connected with my pussy. My knees gave out and I dropped on top of the prone blonde. ‘Fuck!’ I thought, ‘what now?’
Lynne sat up and headbutted me before hauling me to my feet, inserting a hand between my legs, hoisting me in the air and body slamming me to the sand again.
“Time for round two!” she chuckled as she dropped on top of me, pinning my shoulders and shoving her naked arse in my face. From across the clearing Nat called out:
“Oh! I see you ladies still have some unfinished business. Well, don’t mind me.”
I tried to bridge out but Lynne leant forward, grabbing the backs of my knees and folding me up, trapping my ankles under her sweaty armpits. Now I really was in trouble.
“Anytime you want to give in Ellen, you know the magic words.” She said as she scooped up a handful of the fine white sand and began shoving it into my exposed nether orifices.
My pussy was wet but my bum wasn’t. She shoved a finger full of sand into my bum hole and began rubbing it in. Ladies, if you’ve never had sand shoved into your rosebud take it from me, it hurts like hell. Meanwhile she was rubbing her pussy in my face, pretty much drowning me with her love juices. I couldn’t take any more of this so I cried out:
“For fucks sake Lynne, I give, I give, you’re the better woman! Please stop sanding down my arsehole you bitch!”
“Well now, that’s hardly a polite way to concede but I accept your submission. Now, lick me out please.”
She left my abused bum alone and released my legs as I obliged her and brought her quickly to a second orgasm. She rolled off me and we slowly got to our feet, me doing my best to pick the sand out of my bum as I did so. I thought that was it but as we came to our feet, she grabbed me by the shoulders and kneed me in the pussy again. As my legs buckled, she cried: “Time for round three!”
‘Fuck that.’ I thought and drove my fist hard into her crotch, she dropped to her knees in front of me and, for a second, we were locked in a bearhug, face to face, breast to breast and crotch to crotch.
Before she had a chance to attack me again, I kissed her on the mouth, long and savagely, while grinding my pussy against hers. I was gambling on the fact that, having just cum twice, she was one of those girls who did multiple orgasms. My gamble paid off. She shuddered and moaned as another wave of pleasure flooded over her. I pushed her over and straddled her as she basked in her post-orgasm euphoria.
“Round three to me, I think.” I said, staring down at my victim. She nodded meekly and I leaned forward and kissed her again before sitting back on her belly and looking across at Nat, still absently pleasuring herself. The girl seemed to have no shame. I said to her:
“Is this what you want Nat? To be beaten up by me and then fucked?”
“Oh yes please Ellen.” she replied, “or perhaps we could do it the other way round?”
Before I could ask her what she meant by that a dreamy expression crossed her face and she suddenly said:
“You must excuse me for a moment.”
With that she upped the vigour with which her right hand was massaging her clit and began moaning softly to herself before, punctuating the air with a yip, she orgasmed.
In the company of two women in a post coital state I was beginning to feel left out. I shuffled along Lynne’s body and proffered my naked pussy to her mouth again. She looked up at me with wide eyes and said:
“Ellen, that was fantastic.”
“What, the sex or the fighting?”
“Both!”
“Well, do me a favour and make me cum too” I said, “and get some of that sand out while you’re at it.”
She nodded and begin to lick hungrily. She’d obviously done this before. She was good and I was ready and it wasn’t long before I also peaked. I lay back on her, my legs spread wide and my head resting on her pussy. As a little wave of pleasure washed over me an idea was also forming in my mind. All three of us lay quietly for a minute or two and then I sat up on Lynne’s tits and said:
“Well ladies, I think the show is over. Can I suggest we go back to the beach for a swim to wash off all this sand?”
With mumbled agreement we gathered our belongings, Lynne slipping her T-shirt and knickers back on and carrying her bra and shorts, me wrapping my Sarong around myself and shoving my bikini in my tote and Nat straightening her bikini and picking the towel she’d been sitting on. Then the three of us set out for the beach again. Not my usual spot but another cove just a short distance along that was almost as secluded as my private childhood swimming hole. Once on the beach we all stripped again and, without a word, slipped into the water and swam lazily for a few minutes, washing the sand out of our various orifices before returning to the beach. I was first out of the water and laid out our towels on the sand, me in the middle with Nat on my left and Lynne on my right. I waited for the girls to return; I had a proposition to put to them.
First out of the water was Lynne and, for the first time, I got to admire her in her full glory. Her long, powerful legs reaching up to a thick triangle of blonde pubic hair, a trim waist for a woman of her age, firm looking abs and her huge but natural breasts that swayed as she made her way ashore, water dripping off them. She smiled at me and lay down on her back on her towel.
She was followed moments later by Nat, skipping through the shallows. Her ample body wobbling and jiggling with every step as she laughed and giggled infectiously. I mentally measured her at 5’5”, 38B-34-40 and probably 160lbs – she wasn’t a small girl. I noticed Lynne watching her with interest as she walked up the beach to us and lay down on the towel to my left.
“Well, that was fun,” she exclaimed, “if a little cold!”
For a few moments we all lay in silence, soaking up the afternoon sun. I glanced to my right and noticed the bite marks on Lynne’s breast. I wondered how she’d explain that to her husband. it wasn’t my problem so I didn’t mention it. Instead, I said:
“Ladies, it seems to me that you both like to fight. Would you be interested in doing it some more?”
“Oh yes!” They chorused. For a moment I remembered that day almost 35 years ago on this same stretch of coast when Jay asked me a similar question. For me it was a bolt from the blue, at least these girls knew who I was and what I did.
“Well, you obviously know me, you obviously know that I fight and you’ve obviously seen my videos, so you know about Lioness Productions. What else do you know?”
“Not much,” admitted Lynne, “my hubby buys videos and watches them. When I first caught him, he was a little bit ashamed but when I didn’t seem to mind, he started watching them all the time. He particularly likes watching you. I guess he really fancies you. I have to admit I’ve watch a few of your fights myself. I was jealous of the attention he was giving you and I thought to myself ‘I’d love to fight you, just to see what it’s like’. Now I’ve done it I’d like to do some more.”
I turn to Nat: “How about you, young lady?”
“I know who you are, Ellen Shaw. I know you have an art supply shop down on the coast. I know you’re single and I know you’re gay, like me. I have to admit I’ve been stalking you. I followed you to the beach today, trying to pluck up the courage to speak to you. When I saw this lady confront you and heard her call you a bitch, I couldn’t believe my luck. I was about to see Ellen Shaw fight someone she’d never met.”
“How did you know I’d fight Lynne?”
“Well, you weren’t just going to walk away when she called you a bitch, were you?”
“No, I guess not – what else do you know about me?”
“I know that you fight for a club called CLAWS. I have a friend who used to fight there too. You probably know her; her name is Bex.”
I nodded: “Yes, I know Bex, she was quite good but she left to have a baby. So, you would like to fight a CLAWS as well?”
“Yes, I would, but Bex wouldn’t tell me where it is was or how to contact anyone. So, I thought I’d try to track down someone else who I’d seen in the videos. I saw you one day in your shop and recognised you from the videos I’d watched.”
“Well Nat, you look like a good strong girl who can handle herself and CLAWS are always looking for new members, so perhaps we can work something. How old are you by the way?”
“Thirty-two.” said Nat.
“And you, Lynne, how old are you?”
“I’m forty-seven, forty-eight in a few weeks time.”
I was stunned, she looked a good five years younger than that. I said:
“Well, you look incredible for your age, and you’d like to fight other women of a similar age?”
“I’ll fight anyone. I’ll happily fight Nat if you won’t.”
I explained how CLAWS had a maximum age limit of 40 for league fights and Lynne would have to join the senior tournaments instead, she looked disappointed until I added:
“Private challenges are allowed and you’ll get plenty of opportunities to fight Nat in training if you’ll both agree to letting me train you.”
“Oh wow!” Cried Nat, “Yes, please Ellen. Would you really?”
“Thank you, Ellen,” added Lynne, “I would love that.”
“Okay ladies, how about you both meet me tomorrow at 3 o’clock at Marshall’s Health Club down on the Old Docks Business Park and I’ll introduce you lady who runs CLAWS.”
With that I slipped my bikini back on, wrapped my sarong around myself, picked up my tote and headed back to where I’d parked the van, leaving the pair of them lying on the beach. What they got up to after I left, I’ll leave to your imagination.
