Living Skin VR gaming was booming globally. The material allowed for people
to meet virtually, kick the shit out of each other while giving and receiving real pain which would vanish once the suits were removed. Of, course people also used Living Skin to fuck like rabbits, but fighting became the most popular use.
New technology had allowed for limited spectators to join in virtual arenas ranging from alleyways to wrestling mats. Some fights had turned into group brawls, for others, group orgies.
The cost of Living Skin was out of reach for most of society. It was mainly used to settle business disputes, affairs, and long-standing grudges among societal elites.
The Living Skin set-up included a 6’x8’ “pod,” that required its own power source and wifi, a set of razor-thin goggles, and the “skin.” The “skin” was a suit that felt like absolutely nothing at all, and had full-sensory capability. It reacted to touch by constricting, or pulsing, or rapidly expanding and snapping back to accurately mimic pain or pleasure experienced in game play.
Valerie and Brandi were the most well known players. They always hated each other since they were kids. Both had grown into complete buxom bombshells in their early 30s. They lived a continent apart these days; Valerie in Manhattan, and Brandi in Rome. They discovered each other “by accident” while scrolling through potential opponents after both had been spectators for several fights.
Valerie, a curvy, olive-skinned knock-out with straight, jet-black hair, doe-like brown eyes, and large bouncy tits had become obsessed with virtual naked fighting. She would spend hours visiting and watching vividly hyper-realistic men and women ravage each other. She would masturbate to the point of becoming sore. Often the combatants would have to take a masturbation break while watching her abuse her pussy until she screamed. She even one time interrupted a fight to suck and fuck two large cocks. She was disappointed the fight ended when both men came. She was single, hot and horny 24/7. When she wasn’t sleeping, eating or shopping, she was in her Living Skin.
Brandi, a strikingly tanned, blue-eyed, raspberry-blonde goddess mirrored Valerie’s curved body in every way. She too was obsessed with virtual fighting, and fingering herself to earth-shaking orgasms while watching mostly women go at it. The dirtiness of it made her incredibly wet. During one intensely heated fight, her orgasm was so loud and thunderous, the combatants, two incredibly sexy 20-somethings, began smashing their pussies together, causing Brandi to experience a second-wave gusher, and both fighters to scream out in rage and ecstasy as they swapped hot, wet pussy sap.
The list of available opponents had become quite extensive. Valerie and Brandi had frequently searched for each other by name. There was no one else either wanted to fight.
Their last fight, while attending a frat party at the local college back in their hometown more than a decade ago, had been broken up before any real damage occurred. Brandi had a ripped shirt with a breast exposed, and Valerie had a slight scratch under her right eye. They vowed to fight again, but life got in the way.
Valerie had found Brandi first, and sent a message.
“Hey qunt. Glad you’re on here. Come find me, whore.”
It only took a few minutes for a reply.
“I’m ready right now, you fucking bitch.”
Both were already in their pods, and both had just finger blasted themselves while watching random fights.
Her finger shaking in excitement, Valerie touched the tiny dial on her goggles and located Brandi’s “fight zone.” She requested access. Access was immediately granted.
Valerie found herself in what appeared to be a dungeon room of sorts. It was small and suffocating. And right in front of her stood Brandi.
Both women began breathing heavily and rapidly as they saw each other for the first time in more than 10 years. Both appeared creamy with a sheen of sweat and oil. The room smelled of lavender and sex. They were mesmerized by how beautifully they had aged. Two voluptuous, curvaceous, sensuous beauties who would make anyone demand a threesome took in the sight of their opponent. Their pussies engorged and soaked with excitement, nipples stiff as diamonds, heartbeats pounding in their ears; they were both ready for this. The jealous rage welled up inside them, forcing them to step closer in what seemed like slo-motion.
They met tit to tit, tightly, as their faces hid no pretense of hate and disgust. Their breathing caused their tits to rise and fall in unison.
Brandi reached down between her thighs and rubbed her pussy rapidly before bringing her hand back up to deliver a hard smack to Valerie’s face.
Valerie returned the favor. Both women embraced the sensation, and admired each other’s feminine musk, as the first words of this meeting echoed in each other’s ears.
“Let’s do this, bitch!”
“Let’s.”
Outstretched arms and hands intertwined in a test of strength. Their bodies ground and gyrated as they twisted at the hips. Bellies pressed hard together, thighs locked and pressed hard against soaked vulva.
The grunting and moans increased as each woman freed a hand and tightly gripped and yanked hair.
While twisting and turning, their other hands freed, which allowed for stinging slaps to begin raining down on each other’s faces. Both women shrieked at the intensity of the pain they were feeling (in the room, and in reality).
Brandi gripped Valerie by the tit so hard, it felt like her fingers could touch through the thick meaty tit flesh. Valerie landed another slap to Brandi’s face before returning the favor.
The women now slowly began to spin while
relentlessly gripping a breast and hair. This was no ordinary fight. This was going to be a marathon of pain.
Inflicting pain on their hated rival excited the women so much, they began to grind against the thigh pressed tightly to their pussies. They began to whimper and scream with pain, while also moaning with pleasure. The grinding, tit gripping and hair pulling intensified, and with hate-filled lust, they orgasmed in unison; teeth to teeth, screaming into each other’s mouths, chins touching with their faces toward the rock ceiling under the tension of pulled manes.
They pushed apart, circling, rubbing their throbbing pussies. Their eyes dialed in to each other’s. The mesmerizing beauty of the enemy stirred insane lust and uncontrollable jealousy.
Brandi launched her arm out and landed a fist to Valerie’s stomach. Valerie launched a hand that met Brandi’s tit with a stinging slap.
A hand met Valerie’s face. A fist met Brandi’s ribs. A fist met Valeries tit. A leg met Brandi’s thigh as a leg met Valerie’s ribs. Knees when to abdomens as the women again closed in tightly and grabbed hair with both hands. Punches began landing on heads, necks, and backs as the battle level increased. Loud moans emitted from the women and solid thuds sounded from punches to their backs.
Hand began digging and scratching at unprotected flash as their faces pressed cheek to cheek under pressure from tightly gripped hair. Shrieks and howls of pain filled the room.
“You fucking bitch!”
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck you!”
The greater the intensity of the fight, the greater the sense of lust welled up in the two enemies. They both needed release.
They smacked their hands against each other’s pussy, rubbing hard, fast and determined to bring both pain and pleasure from the attack.
Again, both women wailed as their faces appeared glued together at their cheeks. Eyes closed tightly, mouth wide open, the women screamed in ecstasy and agony.
Additional screams joined their chorus, which startled the fighters; forcing them apart for the first in many minutes.
Two other women had joined the room, and were masturbating so hard, it was almost as if they were trying to ignite a spark between their clits and fingers. These new spectators were definitely bored MILFS looking for excitement, and they sure found it.
“Like what you see?” asked Brandi.
The women just nodded.
“Good because there’s more,” said Valerie as she charged Brandi with a wild punch to her jaw.
Brandi swung back, and the fistfight was on. A flurry of punches landed to faces, tits, ribs, and abs. The women grunted in determination and rage to out-punch their rival.
Brandi landed a solid shot to Valerie’s chin, temporarily stunning her. As Brandi was moving in the for the kill, Valerie sent a rocket to Brandi’s stomach, knocking the wind out of her.
Both fighters stumbled back, trying to shake off the pain and dizziness of a nearly 30-minute fight.
The two spectators were completely in awe of these two beautiful, powerful, determined, sexy fighters. They continued to rub their pussies even though the fight had slowed. They looked and watched each other masturbate for the first time.
“Pretty pussy,” they both said in unison as they spun toward each other on the rock bench. They crossed each other’s thighs and began to trib hard.
Brandi and Valerie watched in dazed amazement as they realized how hot they had gotten these women to start fucking each other.
“Let’s give them some more,” said Valerie as she began to slowly circle Brandi, hunched over, fist raised.
“Fine by me,” replied Brandi, in no better shape.
The thick women stumbled into each other, landing slow, but powerful punches while
gripping hair and tits. They were both grunting through the pain and frustration of not having a clear winner.
They both turned their heads to see the scissoring MILFS howling with orgasms as their bodies shook and bucked.
Brandi and Valerie again pushed apart. It was clear there would be no winner in this brawl.
“Pussy to pussy, bitch,” demanded Brandi with a harsh, loud whisper.
“Pussy to pussy,” grunted Valerie.
The women made their way to the stone floor for the first time since this battle began.
They spread their legs and slid into each other. The warm wetness between thick thighs almost immediately brought these warriors to orgasm, but they held off to have this one, final round.
Brandi gripped one of Valerie’s tits and took a tug of her hair as she thrust her swollen pussy at her rival. Valerie returned the favor.
Both women rammed and ground their pussies hard together. There was no love here. This was about lust and pain. The thuds and smacks of wet vaginas filled the air as the MILFS began scissoring again.
Brandi grunted with rage, and Valerie screamed with vengeance as the fighters gripped each other’s faces with both hands. Breasts slapped together, asses bounced off the floor in a wild fuck fight. The women began to release and then again grab each other by the face, each time with more pure hatred, more pain.
They screamed loudly as they came against each other. They released each other and lay back, breasts heaving, pussies glued together with thick juices.
They looked over in time to see the MILFs again cum hard.
“That was incredible,” one of them said.
“Yeah,” said the other.
“Accounts saved,” they both said in unison as they left the room.
Breathing heavily, Brandi and Valerie pushed up on to their elbows, looking down over their breasts at their spent enemy.
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you,” both said with winded voices.
“Tomorrow.”
“Yup.”
Brandi and Valerie removed their goggles and Living Skin. They stepped out of their pods and admired their stamina, sexiness, and strength while not feeling any pain at all, except their throbbing clits.
They were eager for each other.
Tomorrow.
