It was the morning after the night before and I lay in bed wondering what delights the day would have in store for us. On all of my previous visits to the farm (except my first one, when I was in no fit state to do anything) I have found myself in a fight on Sunday. Two years ago, I was attacked and beaten up by Lesley, last year I had my fight with Mandy and six months ago I found myself involved in an enjoyable three-on-three tag match with Nat, Lynne, Shannon, Sian and Terri.
With so many experienced fighters staying in the house overnight it was hard to imagine that we wouldn’t have some form of entertainment today as well. The one girl I thought would not be taking part was the woman lying next to me in bed. Sue had taken a hell of a beating at the hands of Mandy the previous day and, although we had enjoyed a passionate night together, I very much doubt it she would be keen to step back into the ring so soon. But I was wrong. Around 7am I felt her stirring beside me and then heard her whisper:
“Ellen, are you awake?”
I murmured: “Yes, honey, how are you feeling?”
She leaned across me and I felt her nipples brush mine as her face came close and she licked her lips. I thought she was about to kiss me but instead she said:
“Ellen, I’m sorry I spurned your advances last night, let me make it up to you. I want to fight someone today. I want to redeem myself. I feel I’ve let myself and you down.”
“Sue, you took quite a beating yesterday, are you sure you’re ready to get back in the ring so quickly?”
“I have to Ellen. I’ve come off my horse and I have to jump back on otherwise my nerves will go. You know how it is. You’ve been there before. Will you fight me?”
She was right, I had been there too, more than once, but the last thing I wanted to do was get into the ring with my roommate. I wanted to make love with Sue, not war. I replied:
“I’m not sure about that, but let’s talk to the girls and see what they want to do. Given a choice, who, other than me, would you like to get in the ring win?”
“I don’t know. All these girls are pretty good. I just hope one of them is willing to take me on. I’d happily take my chances with any of them.”
Well, that was a surprise. If Jay was in, I felt sure we would be looking at ten willing ladies all keen to prove themselves against worthy opposition.
“Okay, I said, let’s go and see what the others say, but first…”
With that I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her close and kissed her. She needed no second invitation and soon we were enjoying exploring each other’s bodies.
An hour or so later we made our way down to the kitchen where we found Blake, Peggy, Jay and Terri chatting and drinking coffee while Bec helped Sian prepared breakfast for everyone.
The smell of fresh baked bread drifting through the house quickly roused the remaining guests and we were joined shortly after by Suzi, Paige and Katie. Finally, Shannon and Rylie appeared together, Shannon her normal breezy self and Rylie looking a tad sheepish. Knowing Shannon as I do, I had no doubt what the pair had been up to overnight.
Breakfast over it was time for our American friends to head off. After we’d said our goodbyes to Blake, Peggy and Riley and seen them on their way, the rest of us returned to the kitchen where our host took charge of matters.
“Ladies,” said Sian, “yesterday was a special day as all our encounters had been pre-planned but today is for fun and I’m pleased to say that everyone seems up for it. I think it would be fun to have a competition – CLAWS vs. NBFC. As we have five visitors from CLAWS here today, I propose making Katie an honorary member of the NBFC and splitting us in to two teams. The NBFC tradition is to decide our matches on the day by drawing names from a hat.”
She held up a battered old bowler hat, upside down, by the brim and continued:
“This hat belonged to my aunt. She wasn’t a fighter but she was a farmer and a woman of the earth. When she retired, she gave this farm to me and I am eternally grateful to her for that. There are ten of us here today. I have put five names of the NBFC team into the hat. I will now ask the five members of the CLAWS team to draw out the name of your opponent.”
I have to admit I was slightly disappointed at Sian’s decision. The NBFC team were Sian, who I had fought recently, Terri, who I had fought many times and trained with, and three women much younger than me. I’d had no intention of fighting Sue today but would much have preferred taking on Suzi or Jay than any of the NBFC team. That said, Sian was our host and guests must respect their host’s wishes.
Sian proffered the hat to Jay and said: “Take your pick.”
Jay pulled out a slip of paper, read the name on it and smiled.
“Oh, my goodness Sian, I seem to have picked you. I think that might be fun.”
Next Sian offered the hat to Paige, who pulled out a name and said: “Katie.”
With the oldest and youngest members of team NBFC spoken for I was hoping to draw either Bec or Terri but it wasn’t to be. The hat passed to Sue, who drew Bec, and then to Suzi, who drew Terri.
As Suzi announced her opponent, Shannon clapped her hands together and gleefully said:
“Oh goody, it looks like it me and you, auntie Ellen.”
It could be worse, I thought to myself. I had briefly tussled with Shannon on my last visit and, despite the fact that she was little more than half my age, I thought I was in with a chance against the highly sexed 33-year-old lesbian – if only I could get her turned on enough.
“Well ladies,” said Sian, “I always said it was a lucky hat. We have some well-matched opponents; I don’t think I could have done a better job myself. Most of us are wrestlers but Suzi and Terri, if you’d prefer to box, I’m happy with that.”
Suzi looked at Terri who raised her hands, palms out and fingers spread, silently indicating her preference.
“I think we’ll wrestle as well, thanks.” Suzi replied.
“Excellent, five exciting wrestling matches. I assume no one objects to Paige filming us?”
No one did so she continued:
“Thank you, ladies, it should be a good afternoon. It’s just turned 11:30 now. Shall we all go and get ready? I’ll see you all in the barn at 1pm.”
It was about ten to one when Sue and I entered the barn. We took off our robes in the anteroom and walked into the main barn where I noticed Terri, Katie and Suzi in intense conversation over by the red corner. Shannon and Sian were also already there and Paige was making final adjustments to the camera equipment. Bec arrived a few minutes later and Jay was right behind her. With everyone present Jay said:
“Well ladies, it looks like we’re all set – who would like to go first?”
Katie spoke first: “I’m ready if you are Paige?”
“Let’s do it.” Replied Paige.
“Excellent,” Said Sian, “In that case we’ll go in ascending age of team CLAWS. Paige and Katie will be first, then Sue and Bec, then Suzi and Terri, Ellen will then take on Shannon and Mrs. Marchant and I will finish the proceedings. The CLAWS girls will fight from the blue corner and my team will fight from the red corner. Twenty minutes per bout, pins and submissions. Is everyone happy with the best of five falls or a knockout?”
Everyone nodded.
“Good, I’ll referee the first four fights, Suzi – would you do the honours for me and Jay?”
“Of course,” replied the Marshalls CEO.
After a short discussion it was agreed that Shannon and I would act as seconds for the first two fights with Jay and Katie taking over for the next two and Bec and Sue acting for Sian and Jay. Paige and Katie made their way to the ring and we got them ready to fight.
Paige had returned to the CLAWS ring at the start of the season ready to defend her league title but after two losses she was now languishing in fifth place and keen to regain her form. A practice match away from home seemed an ideal opportunity to get back to winning ways. However, her opponent was likely to have other ideas.
Chestnut-haired Katie was the daughter of Nancy Holder, the former CLAWS boxing league champion and one time contender for the world topless boxing championship. She was also the head of the London Ladies Combat Circle and, currently, their wrestling champion. She was also 4 years younger than Paige, shorter and more curvaceous, probably 5-10lbs heavier.
From the opening bell we were treated to a fine display of wrestling from two fighters in their prime. There seemed to be no sexual tension on either side and, although they fought naked, they might just as well have been topless or in swimsuits or leotards. Paige’s body was tight and toned, Katie’s a little looser but, swaying tits aside, nudity didn’t seem to affect either of their fighting styles.
Paige took an early lead when she trapped the larger girl in a Boston crab but Katie equalised a few minutes later when she trapped the blonde in a vicious body scissors, crushing the blonde’s ribs with her powerful thighs.
A protracted struggle on the mat for the third fall ended with the young brunette tapping out as Paige trapped her in a combination arm bar and leg lock hold around the eleven-minute mark.
When the action resumed, they traded power moves with Katie slowly getting the advantage over the slighter blonde until, fourteen minutes into the match, she secured the equalising fall, trapping Paige in a painful Boston crab.
The battle between blonde and brunette continued to rage and, after 17 minutes of action, the score was still tied at two falls each. Both women were tiring but Paige seemed to be fading faster as Katie trapped her in one hold after another only for the 35-year-old blonde to wriggle free.
The end came when Katie trapped Paige in a standing full Nelson, drove a knee between the blonde’s thighs and sat down hard, taking the startled professor with her. Rocking onto her back and pulling the blonde on top of her, Katie hooked her feet under Paige’s knees and began to spread the older woman wide. At this point many of us would have reached over and applied a crotch claw to our victim but Katie showed wonderful restraint, simply relying on leg power to apply pressure on her opponent. Paige put up a brave fight, struggling to get free of her tormentor, but she was trapped and eventually had to tap out, conceding the match.
Another defeat for Paige but she could be proud of herself and I sensed that this wouldn’t be the last encounter between the CLAWS veteran and the LLCC champion.
Next into the ring was my roommate, ready to face the woman who had provided us with such a sumptuous supper the night before. Sue was determined to prove herself after her one-sided defeat the day before but her opponent, while probably 10lbs lighter, was also 13 years her junior and, by all accounts, no slouch in the ring herself.
Sue showed her superiority throughout the fight but Bec proved to be no pushover and fought her all the way, coming back twice from a fall down. It was a red faced and exhausted Sue Barton who finally secured a scorpion lock submission to win the bout by three submissions to two with just over a minute left on the clock.
I congratulated Sue, towelled her off and helped her out of the ring. As we went to take our seats on the hay bales, I saw Sian standing at the ropes and beckoning to me. As I approached her, she squatted down to my level and said:
“Jay and Katie would like a word with you later.”
I said nothing but I could guess what that word would be. Instead, I settled back with Sue to watch what I expected to be the highlight of the afternoon, the long overdue encounter between Suzi Lomax and the woman who had replaced her in the CLAWS senior tournaments, Terri Brooks.
Both women were experienced in both wrestling and boxing and had opted to wrestle today. With Suzi returning to the ring after a four-year absence I wondered whether they might face each other with the gloves on in the future.
Both girls had contested the UK topless wrestling tournament and both were 54 years old. But that was where the similarity ended. Terri was tall, although hardly willowy, with B cup breasts, an ample backside and long chestnut hair. She had won the title of “UK topless women’s wresting champion” in 1995. Suzi was a good 5 inches shorter, dark curly hair that framed her face, undeniably buxom figure with broad hips and an F cup rack and strength that belied her chubby figure. She had been runner up in the 1998 UK topless women’s wrestling championships, losing the title fight to the NBFC’s Evie Walker.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to work out what the girls’ strategies would be. Suzi would be looking to take Terri to the mat where she could use her bulk to control her opponent while robbing her of the height advantage she’d have if they stayed on their feet. Terri, for her part, would be looking to do the opposite, keeping them on their feet and using power moves at every opportunity to weaken her larger, but probably less fit, opponent. Being on their feet would also allow Terri to make the most of the NBFCs more relaxed rules around punching.
It was Terri’s strategy that dominated the first fall of the fight. Despite Suzi’s best efforts to take them to the mat, Terri managed to keep them on their feet. She attacked Suzi, repeatedly delivering postings and clotheslines to the Marshall’s CEO, often trapping her in corners and along the ropes to deliver savage beatings to her dazed opponent.
Although there was nothing sexual about Terri’s assault, she battered the heavier woman’s most sensitive parts relentlessly, delivering multiple knee lifts to Suzi’s shaven haven and repeatedly dragging her big boobs along the ropes.
After almost 5 minutes of this one-sided assault, Terri whipped the unfortunate Marshall’s CEO into the blue corner post. As Suzi hung for a moment with her arms over the top ropes, Terri moved in and delivered another savage knee lift to her crotch.
Suzi slipped down the turnbuckles into a seated position with her legs spread wide. Terri sat down in front of her with her own feet on Suzi’s knees and commenced to spread the Marshall’s CEO’s legs wider and wider until the buxom brunette whimpered her submission. First fall to Terri.
At the start of the second fall they circled cautiously, arms raised and fist clenched before coming together in a flurry of punches. For a couple of minutes, it seemed like both girls had forgotten they were wrestling and started boxing instead as they indulged in an increasingly intense exchange of bare knuckles. Eventually a right hook From Suzi sent Terri spinning to the canvas, face down. Before the former champion had a chance to move Suzi jumped on her back, grabbed hold of her ankles and pulled her into a Boston crab. The bulk of the buxom brunette pressing down on her back quickly had Terri screaming her submission, bringing the scores to one all after eight minutes.
The third fall started with the pair locking up and struggling for control. After what seemed like an age Suzi finally managed to take Terri down to the mat for the first time in the fight. But things didn’t go according to plan for the bigger girl. Terri fought with all her might to stop Suzi getting a controlling hold, constantly rolling and bucking the CLAWS veteran off her and, occasionally, getting the upper hand herself.
But the struggle was taking its toll and, eventually, Terri found herself face down on the canvas with Suzi kneeling on her back. Suzi slipped her hands under the former UK champion’s armpit and locked on a full nelson, pulling Terri’s shoulders back and eliciting a second submission from the taller woman.
When the bell sounded Suzi released the hold, got to her feet and walked back to her corner while Terri remained motionless, face down on the mat. Shannon looked on nervously as Sian checked on her lover to make sure she was still conscious.
Terri raised her head, reassuring all of us that she was still with us, and then got slowly to her feet and staggered back to the red corner where she sat as Katie massaged her abused shoulders. She may have taken a beating but Terri was far from finished.
With five minutes left on the clock Terri charged out at the sound of the bell for the start of the fourth fall and picked up where she’d left off ten minutes earlier, battering the hapless Marshall’s CEO with a fusillade of punches and kicks to her most sensitive regions.
Suzi fought back with some determination and both women took a count from Sian before Terri finally caught Suzi’s head between her legs in a standing head scissors. She leaned over Suzi’s back and reached down, twisting and squeezing those massive mammaries. Suzi tried to unbalance her tormentor by standing up but she lacked the strength. A punch to the side of her belly dropped her to her knees and she waved her hand and tapped Terri on the bum to signal her submission.
At the bell the two women charged at each other, launching a series of power moves that belied their age and the 18 minutes of combat they’d already had, First Terri whipped Suzi into a corner post. Then, as she charged in to follow up, Suzi side stepped her, grabbed her shoulders and smashed her head into the turnbuckle. An elbow to the gut had Suzi staggering back and a kick to the side of her head sent her staggering into the ropes. Quick to follow up Terri whipped the bigger woman across the ring and prepared to clothesline her on the rebound.
At that moment Terri misjudged things missing the buxom missile’s throat with her arm as Suzi veered away. Suzi managed to grab the outstretched arm, whipped Terri into the ropes and clotheslined her on the return. The taller woman went down hard on her back and the buxom Marshall’s CEO dropped on top of her, applying a grapevine and pushing her ample assets into the CLAWS boxing champion’s face.
This was Terri’s worst nightmare, being smothered by a big, busty bruiser like Suzi. The fight was in its final two minutes; all her senses were screaming at her to submit but she was determined not to. As the seconds ticked away, she desperately hung on, refusing to tap out despite those huge tits pressed in her face. I knew how Terri feared busty fighters and Suzi was certainly reminding her why. Finally, the bell sounded and Suzi released the hold. Fair play to the CLAWS champion that she managed to hang on for the draw.
I was next into the ring against young Shannon. Of all the fighters facing each other this afternoon we had the biggest age difference with Shannon just 33 to my 60 – I was older than her own mother.
I’d got to know the shrimp (as Terri affectionately referred to her) over the past couple of years as a skilled wrestler and strong-willed woman with an insatiable appetite for sex. I’d been in the ring with her twice before. On the first occasion it was pleasure rather than pain as she introduced me to her double-ended dildo in celebration of my victory over Mandy Price, the wicked witch of Heaton Moor. The second had been an all to brief affair the previous autumn during our three-on-three tag match when Lynne, Nat and I took on the family and Shannon had quickly forced me to submit.
As I stared across the ring at her I could see she was excited, eager and ready to show me a thing or two. My only hope was to arouse her sufficiently that she lost concentration long enough for me to lock her up and gain a submission. If I could make her cum then, perhaps, I could knock her out but it seemed unlikely.
The bell rang and we were off. Sex machine vs. grandma. What can I say? I did my best but I’m no match for a woman like Shannon in her prime, and she soon had me screaming my first submission.
At the opening bell she came out fast, ducked low and rugby tackled me. I landed hard on my arse. My bum may be well padded but it hurt like fuck. Keeping hold of me by the calves she got to her feet, tipped me onto my back, spread my legs and stomped on my poor pussy. I screamed and clutched my abused sex but there was nothing else I could do. For the next minute or so she kept hold of my ankles and she varied her attack, one moment spreading my legs wide and stretching my pussy lips, the next bringing them together for another crotch stomp. All the time I lay on my back wailing and whimpering as she tried to destroy my love box.
Finally, mercifully, she released my right ankle and dropped to the mat with both hands on my left calf, smashing my leg against the canvas as she hooked her right leg around mine and spread me again. Technically it wasn’t a submission hold but I’d had enough and, between sobs and cries, screamed: “I give! Please leave my pussy alone.”
The bell sounded and Shannon released her hold and scurried away as I lay foetal, clutching my batter sex and weeping. After about 30 seconds Sian came over to check I was okay to continue. I sniffed back my tears, assured her I was, got to my feet and staggered back to my corner where Sue applied a cold, wet towel to my slit. I nearly wet myself but managed to avoid that embarrassment as Shannon called out across the ring:
“Oh, Auntie Ellen, Have I hurt you? Terri said you had a cast iron cxnt so I thought it would take more punishment than that.”
Cheeky little bitch but, at the same time, she did appear contrite and a genuine wondered if she hadn’t intended to make me suffer so much. Well, two can play at that game. The pain between my legs was easing and I was determined to pay her back in the second fall.
At the sound of the bell, she charged across the ring again but this time I was ready. I moved swiftly, stepping to the side and grabbing her around the waist from behind. I hoisted the wriggling brunette in the air and dropped to one knee, slamming her pussy into my raised thigh. We pitched forward, me on top and her underneath. I released my hold on her middle and tried to pin her to the mat and apply a full nelson but she struggled and bucked and I couldn’t secure a hold.
For the next two minutes we struggled to control each other on the mat. Eventually I got her on her back and went to trap her in a grape vine but she managed to raise a knee into my belly and flipped me over her head, knocking the wind out of me.
She was quickly on her feet and hauled me up by my hair before dragging me to a corner and slamming my head into the top turn buckle before slamming me down on my back. Before she had a chance to follow up, I kicked her hard between her legs and she dropped to her knees in front of me, clutching herself.
This time it was me hauling her to her feet and whipping her into the ropes, intending to clothesline her on the rebound. Unfortunately, I misjudged the move and she clattered into me, taking us both out. We lay on the mat in the middle of the ring, me on my back and her on her belly across my feet momentarily dazed.
Before she could gather her wits, I seized the opportunity. Sitting up I tipped her off my feet and onto her side, placing my feet against the small of her back. I reached for her right arm with my left hand and slipped my right hand between her legs and into her cxnt, applying an interesting variation on a bow and arrow hold. Now it was my turn to inflict some pussy pain. She screamed and tried to break free before whimpering a submission as I clawed her labia and vigorously massaged her clit with my right hand.
The bell sounded and I released the hold, getting to my feet and helping her up. Shannon was all smiles as she looked me in the eye:
“Well done auntie Ellen, but I’ll get you next time.”
And she was right. A minute later the bell sounded for the third fall and she launched herself at me like a rocket. I didn’t stand a chance as she clattered into me, hooking her right arm under my right thigh and taking me to the mat. For a moment we lay side-by-side almost spooning, her left arm on my neck and her left hand applying a chin lock while her left leg pinned mine to the mat and her right hand tugged at my right thigh, splitting my legs like a wishbone. My left arm was trapped under my body and my right hand could do nothing but clutch my pussy as she opened it wider until I screamed my second submission and she released the hold.
I lay on the mat massaging my abused cxnt as she showboated to the other girls before getting slowly to my feet and staggering back to my corner.
Two-one to the youngster and she wasn’t about to let up. This wasn’t a brutal beat down, she was gentle but firm, constantly reminding me that she had youth and strength on her side and enough experience from 15 years in the ring that my extra years counted for very little.
The fourth fall was at least a more drawn-out affair. We locked up and went to the mat where we spent the next six or seven minutes struggling for dominance, tying each other up in knots; pinning, scissoring and generally wriggling around. Inevitably our hands found their way into places which had been distinctly out of bounds in the three previous matches we had witnessed. The term “slippery when wet” certainly applied to the area between Shannon’s legs as we both did our level best to turn each other on at every opportunity.
As I became more and more aroused, I could also sense the sexual tension in the room increasing as well. This was no longer just two women gladiators fighting in a ring. This was two hormonally charged females looking to take each other to new highs in sexual ecstasy.
I tried my absolute best, but I was no match for the much younger, fitter woman. My only advantage was the fact that I outweighed Shannon by 20-25 lbs. I’m not a great fan of the European fascination with ‘controlling hold’ submissions but, had we been fighting that way, I would have taken at least two or three falls off the young farmer simply by pinning her with my bulk. As it was, we twisted and turned desperately seeking advantage until we were both close to exhaustion.
Eventually we broke apart and came slowly to our feet facing each other with our arms loosely at our sides breathing hard and sweating profusely. It was then that my troubles really began Before I could react. Shannon kicked out and planted her foot between my legs almost lifting me off the mat the pain was excruciating. I was cross eyed bandy leg and clutching my poor battered pussy.
That’s when I discovered that Mandy wasn’t the only one who had been honing her boxing skills over the winter. A series of close fist punches to my tits and ribs had me staggering backwards before a right upper cut caught me on the chin and I face planted hard in the middle of the ring and lay dazed for a moment as Sian started counting. At four I pushed myself up and got to my knees. That was when I realised Shannon was behind me. She hooked her arms under my armpits and pulled me to my feet in a full nelson.
I was trapped and powerless but determined not to submit. As I considered my options, I suddenly felt my feet kicked from under me. At the same moment she dropped to one knee and delivered a perfect reverse atomic drop to my battered sex. I screamed and dropped to my hands and knees, my left hand clutching my abused pussy. From behind me I hear her cry in a little girl voice:
“Oh, auntie Ellen, are you offering me a pony ride?”
With that she straddled my back, slapped both my dangling boobs and my right buttock and cried: “Giddy up.”
I knew I was beaten and decided to cooperate. I crawled forward with Shannon sitting on my back playfully, slapping my boobs and arse while shuffling her feet along the canvas. After a few steps she slipped her arms back under my armpits and reapplied the full Nelson. At the same time, she wrapped her legs around my waist and squeezed. I screamed and dropped to the mat.
Shannon rolled to her left taking with me with her so she was lying on her back with me on top of her. She squeezed again that I screamed my submission. The bell sounded and she rolled to her right releasing her hold and allowing me to flop out from between her legs and lie face down on the canvas. After a few seconds I rolled onto my back, exhausted and defeated by a younger woman.
I thought that was it but Shannon wasn’t done. She immediately straddled me and adopted a 69 position, her trim bush and pert arse hovering above my face, as she began to finger my clit. Ladies, believe me when I say it is still possible to have an explosive orgasm after you’ve been through the change. All you need is a girl like Shannon Ryan.
Shannon’s delicate finger work and her tongue, occasional kissing and licking my most sensitive areas, quickly took me over the top and I experienced the strongest orgasm I’d had in probably five or six years. I cried out in ecstasy and lay there in the state of euphoria, love juices trickling out between my legs.
“Oh, Auntie Ellen,” Shannon exclaimed, “you are a dirty girl.”
With that she came to her knees and pushed her pussy down into my face. I began licking her love hole and just seconds later she came violently herself, her own love juices pouring all over me as she cried out:
“Oh, Auntie Ellen make me cum again. Please, make me cum again!”
Through a haze of ecstasy, I was vaguely aware of another figure at Shannon side. holding her gently and urging her to get to her feet. I heard Sian’s voice saying:
“Come on baby, that’s enough. There’ll be more time for loving later. Right now, we want to get on with the fighting.”
With that the beautiful sight of Shannon’s bum, toned by years of horse riding. receded as my vanquisher got reluctantly to her feet was led away by her mother. I lay there for a few more seconds more before rolling over and crawling back to my corner where I rolled out of the ring under the bottom rope and lay for a moment on the mats as I slowly came down from my peak.
Then I sat up and looked around at the other members of our small gathering. There were one or two shocked faces but others seem to be a state of blissful excitement. Sue in particular was red faced, smiling benignly and had her fingers firmly between her thighs. I had no doubt she had enjoyed spectacle as much as she enjoyed her earlier victory and I sensed she would be a willing participant if, as I suspected, young Shannon found a way to our room this evening.
I got to my feet, grabbed a towel to wipe Shannon’s juices from my face and staggered to the hay bales. I sat down next to the euphoric Mrs. Barton and slipped my hand between her thighs. She returned the compliment and we sat fingering each other as we watched the next fighters enter the ring.
The final fight of the day was another long overdue encounter, in this case more than 30 years overdue. The respective heads of CLAWS and the breakaway NBFC, Jay Marchant and Sian Ryan, were finally getting to grips.
Jay shocked us all as she entered the ring holding a strap on and casually asked her opponent:
“Hey Sian, how about we spice it up with a little LGF action?”
It was clear that Sian was already pretty excited at the display her daughter and I had just given and her eyes lit up at the prospect as she enthusiastically nodded her agreement.
If Jay had been nervous at the start of her fight against Peggy Brown the day before she showed no such reservations against Sian. She quickly tied the younger woman up in knots and took command of the fight. Knowing Sian is very much like her daughter I had no doubt the prospect of being fucked by Jay was exciting to her. Perhaps that was why she seemed to put up little resistance as the older blonde quickly forced her into an initial grapevine submission.
After her initial display of dominance, Jay seemed to back off a bit and the second fall was a longer, more even affair in which Sian nearly managed to get the CLAWS president to tap out on several occasions. However, once again it was Jay who took the honours, forcing the Irish woman to submit to a Boston crab in the ninth minute.
Two falls down with half the fight gone Sian was determined to get back into the match and came out hard for the third fall. A display of incredible gymnastics (for women of their age) from both fighters ended with Jay on her back on the mat with Sian’s legs wrapped around her neck. Trapped in the scissors with Sian applying pressure Jay had no option to tap out, bring the scores to two falls to one just before the 12-minute mark.
It seemed the Irish woman wasn’t quite so submissive after all as she came out fast for the fourth fall, clearly hoping to capitalise on her recent success. But the Wiley blonde was having none of it and, in a fine display of Ring Craft, began to dominate the redhead.
A series of throws and power moves left Sian weakened and dazed. She slumped against a neutral corner post almost completely out of it. Jay picked her up by the waist, ignoring Sian’s feeble attempts to secure a body scissors, took a few steps back and dropped the Irish woman on her back in the centre of the ring, arms and legs spread wide. She then sat down in front of the redhead, placed her feet on Sian’s knees and began to spread the younger woman’s legs. Sian cried out in agony:
“Oh God, my pussy you’re tearing me apart!”
Jay just chuckled and replied:
“Come on Sian, we’re going to have to stretch in a bit if you’re going to take that dildo of mine.”
Sian tried her best to ride it out, but there was no escape and she was forced to submit the match. The bell sounded for the end of the fight. Jay walked back to her corner, picked up the dildo she’d left with Sue and began to strap it on. As she did so she gave Mrs. Barton a quick stroke between the legs and whispered:
“Later, Sue.”
Sue was speechless and stepped off the ring apron to sit next to me.
While Jay prepared to assault her with the prophylactic, Sian remained on her back in the centre of the ring completely defeated, her leg still spread wide. Strap on in place, Jay knelt between Sian’s legs and began massaging her abused pussy before penetrating it with the long, aggressive strokes.
Sian quickly began moaning in pleasure. I had never considered Jay a sex fighter, in fact I’d only relatively recently discovered she swung both ways, but she was certainly getting Ms. Ryan going. From where I was sitting, I could see directly between their legs and I watched Jay rhythmically humping her defeated opponent.
I glanced across at Terri, suddenly wondering how she felt watching her ‘wife’ being shagged by her some time lover. I needn’t have worried, Terri was sat on a hay bale, clearly in a state of sexual ecstasy, with Shannon’s head between her thighs. Clearly Shannon was giving ‘dad’ a blow job.
It wasn’t long before Sian let out a cry of ecstasy as she orgasmed. Jay wasn’t far behind her and the pair lay, locked together, recovering for a while. Around the room a number of guttural moans and cries suggested at least four other women, myself and Sue included, had also peaked and, for a few minutes, no one moved.
Suzi, still in the ring with the copulating couple, seemed visibly shocked by her former boss’s behaviour (Suzi had been secretary of CLAWS to Jay’s president in the 1990s) but, at the same time curious. Suzi clearly didn’t know what to do next so, with her mother still indisposed, it fell to Shannon to take over MC duties. She disengaged herself from Terri, climbed into the ring and announced, matter-of-factly:
“Well ladies, I make that two wins for the visitors, two for the home team and one draw, a fair outcome I’m sure you’ll agree. It’s 4:45 now so, if you’d all like to take some time to shower, freshen up and get dressed, we’ll meet on the patio for drinks and dinner at 6pm.”
Jay pushed herself to her hands and knees and withdrew the dildo from Sian’s pussy, Sue and I reluctantly took our fingers out of each other’s snatches and, one by one, all ten women made their way to their rooms.
Once back in room three, Sue and I took care of unfinished business, ending up in the shower together before quickly dressing and making our way down to the patio where Shannon and Terri offered us glasses of Prosecco and Terri gently ribbed me over my performance in the ring:
“Well Ellen, Shrimp here certainly got the better of you back there, didn’t she? She’s a fierce little minx and you’re lucky she likes you or you’d be hurting a lot more.”
“I can’t deny it. Well done, Shannon, you beat me fair and square.” I replied before taking shot back at Terri:
“But Suzi nearly had with those big tits of hers, didn’t she?
“Yes, but she didn’t. Maybe I’m beginning to overcome my fear of big busty women.”
Maybe you are Terri well done for holding on. I’m looking forward to the next time you and Suzi get in the ring together.
“Do you think there’ll be a next time?”
“Who knows? She seems keen and so do you, so why not?”
Then I turned my attention to Shannon:
“Shannon who was it that encouraged you to start boxing like that?”
“It was Nat.” She replied. “She thought I’d make a good boxer and that we could face each other with the gloves on next time she came up here. I’ve been having some coaching from Angie and was looking forward to it.”
Then, with a sulky pout more befitting a teenager than a 33-year-old she said:
“I have to admit I was slightly disappointed to find that she wasn’t with you on this trip.”
Well, that was a surprise. The two 30-something lesbians had only met for a day or two during our last visit to the farm the previous November but they seemed to forged a strong bond. Nat was starting to become an excellent boxer and the prospect of seeing her and Shannon in the ring together with the gloves on seemed quite exciting.
“Well Shannon, hopefully she’ll join us next time and the two of you can duke it out.”
“Let’s hope so.” said Shannon
“Indeed,” added Terri, “I’ll look forward to that.”
I left Sue to chat with Terri and Shannon and walked down onto the lawn. Once again, I found myself captivated by the view down from the hills to the plain and the city in the distance. Having spent my life on the coast, vistas like this were a complete novelty for me.
I was waiting for the inevitable, and I didn’t have to wait long. As I stood admiring the scene I was approached by Katie and Jay. I don’t claim to be psychic but I had a pretty good idea what they wanted before Jay opened her mouth:
“Ellen, I was wondering if we could ask a small favour of you?”
Yes, I knew what was coming but I feigned ignorance.
“You can ask.” I said, rather defensively.
Jay continued: “Thank you, Katie has asked if she can stage the Dawson-Mitchell fight in the CLAWS ring room at Marshall’s…”
“I know, she told me she was going to ask you.”
“Well, we have said yes, the fight will take place at CLAWS on the first of July, but we want to make it an event – a full card, not just a single bout. Terri has agreed to fight Rose’s younger sister Jenny…”
“Well, if you can’t beat one Dawson, why not try another?”
That sounded bitchier than I had intended. I’d been with Terri when she fought Rose. She’d put up a good fight and lasted over six rounds but she was no match for the former world champion. Jay continued:
“Actually, they’ve fought before, at Nicole’s place in the 90s. Anyway, Suzi has also agreed to put the gloves on again and take on Lesley.”
Well, that was a surprise. Suzi had refereed the small tournament I’d taken part in at Lesley’s a year earlier. At the time she made it clear that she didn’t like the Irishwoman’s tactics and there was no love lost between them but I was stunned to learn that she felt strongly enough to get into the ring with her. I tried not to let it show and indicated to Jay to continue.
“I know you said that your days in the CLAWS ring are over but I was wondering if…”
Typical bloody Jay, putting me on the spot as usual. Just a few weeks ago I’d said I wouldn’t fight in her ring again. But I could guess what was coming next so I interrupted her.
“…I’d fight one last boxing match? Against who?”
Before Jay could answer Katie said: “My mum. You two were always well matched and she’s up for it if you are. She says you have unfinished business.”
Well, that was true but through no fault of mine. Nancy and I had a sort of grudge thing going after I beat her in the first senior boxing tournament. We’d met six times and the honours were even. We were due to meet for a seventh and final time in the summer of 2018 but I received a challenge from Emma and Nancy opted to fight Terri instead (she won, I lost).
The following year I was fighting my last senior boxing tournament so we agreed to wait until the following year. Nancy would be 60 and it would be her last fight. But, of course, the pandemic got in the way and so it never happened.
Maybe now was the time to resolve things. But, fuck it, why did it have to be a CLAWS? Why did Jay always manage to do this to me?
“I’ll think about it.” Was all I could say.
And think about it I did, long and hard, until breakfast the next morning.
Katie and Jay drifted away and I went back to my quiet contemplation of the view. A short while later I heard the unmistakable vice of Suzi Lomax whispering in my right ear:
“Ellen, can I have a word with you please? It’s a bit of a delicate subject.”
“Of course,” I replied. There was a bench a few yards away from where we were standing and I indicated to it with my hand. “Let’s go and sit over there and you can tell me what’s troubling you.”
We settled ourselves, glasses in hand, and I turned to my old friend, who seemed suddenly strangely vulnerable, confused and almost on the brink of tears.
“Ellen,” she began, “we’ve known each other a long time so I hope you don’t mind me asking a very personal question?”
“Not at all, we’re old friends, fire away.”
This wasn’t the bubbly; chatty Suzi I was used to. The words clearly weren’t coming easily. Something was clearly troubling her. Slowly she continued:
“When I first started fighting at CLAWS there were quite a few gay girls but you weren’t one of them, and neither was Jay. You both had boyfriends and you both got married.”
“That was a big mistake…”
“For you maybe but Jay seems happy with David and has a lovely family and yet today she’s in the ring fucking Sian Ryan and you’re being fucked by Sian’s daughter. What’s going on and why do I find it so exciting?”
“Well, our tastes change a bit as we get older, particularly when we go through ‘the change’. If I’m honest I was done with men when I threw my husband out, although it took me a while to get into girls.”
“I’ve watched you sex fighting with Terri and Jan and I’ve usually turned away. You never tried fingering me and I’ve never been turned on when someone tried, or when I watched someone. But yesterday…with Evie…that…she made me…why, Ellen, why?”
She was on the brink of bursting into tears. I put my arm around her and pulled her close.
“That was your first time, wasn’t it Suzi.”
“Yes,” she nodded and started to sob, “and then, watching you and Jay this afternoon, I was getting so turned on. Ellen, am I turning gay?”
I hugged her harder.
“I don’t know honey, but is it such a bad thing if you are? Jay isn’t gay. Terri isn’t gay either. But they both enjoy a bit of girl-on-girl sex, even with each other.”
“Oh god, don’t tell me Jay’s having an affair with Terri?”
“Not an affair but they are lovers, why do you thing Terri moved into the manor during lockdown when David and the boys were away?”
“And you?”
“I’ve made love to them both. Jay only once but Terri a few times, she’s a bit of a tramp. She calls Sian her wife but she’s happy to leap into bed with anyone she fancies, male or female.”
“Good grief, are you all at it?”
“Yes, at least pretty much everyone here is. Only you and Paige are straight, or should I say only Paige?”
“What about Sue?”
“She’s a very sexy bisexual housewife, and so is Lynne – their husbands don’t know it but they’ve been a couple of years.”
“And what about me? What should I do now?”
“I’d go with the flow; you’re in the right place for it. It’s time for a new Suzi to show herself. Enjoy that moment of self-realisation, you won’t regret it.”
She sniffed back her tears and said:
“Thank you, Ellen, I’ll do that. Can I ask what it was like for you? That moment of self-realisation?”
I thought for a moment.
“It was a while ago now but I can remember the moment. I’d been fighting women for years, remember I was fighting before you came along and we used fight naked, but I’d never felt remotely turned on by any of it. Then one day Erica persuaded me to try boxing. We’d worked up a bit of a sweat in our pants and t-shirts and then she said something like ‘get your shirt off and we’ll go head-to-head. I’d seen her titis dozens of times in the ring but when she peeled off that sweaty t-shirt I fell in love – and she knew it.”
I lapsed into silence. Suzi leaned over and kissed me:
“Thank you, Ellen, that was beautiful.”
And with that she got to her feet and wandered back to the rest of the group.
I sat alone for a minute, taking stock and thinking about my beloved Erica, and then made my way to kitchen where I found Sian.
“Keep an eye on Suzi,” I said to our host, “she’s having a coming-of-age moment.”
Sian nodded knowingly and smiled sweetly:
“Don’t worry Ellen, it’s been a long journey but I’ll welcome her home.”
With that she turned back to the cooking and I went back outside and joined to others until we were called to dinner.
After an enjoyable meal and a relaxed evening, we said goodbye to Bec, who headed home around 9:30, and the remaining nine of us turned in. I was tired but something told me that I wasn’t about to get much sleep.
