I’m taking a break from my chronology while I wrestle with another bout of writer’s block and have turned to Shannon Ryan for inspiration. This is the first of two Shannon stories and tells of her first proper fight as a teenager.
You’ll find the second story, a more recent adventure, in the catfight section with the title “My boyfriend’s cousin”.
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Love to all,
Ellen xxx
I was raised to be a fighter. My mum was a fighter. She wrestled other women naked in a ring and, for as long as I can remember, she took me along to watch. I always knew I’d be in the ring one day and that I would love it.
I was the daughter of a lesbian, surrounded by women and, at mum’s wrestling club (the Naked Bitches Fighting Club or NBFC), naked women at that. Unsurprisingly I grew up a lesbian myself. It’s not that I don’t like guys, it’s just that they don’t turn me on like girls do.
When I was fourteen, mum started teaching me some of her wrestling moves. We practiced at home in the snug of our farm house. We always wrestled naked. I love my mum and she loves me and I’m not ashamed to admit that, sometimes, our little sparring sessions got a bit intimate – but that’s another story. By the time I’d turned sixteen I was openly gay and desperate to get into the ring to fight (and fornicate) with other women.
The only problem was that mum wouldn’t let me fight at her club until I was eighteen. I begged and pleaded with her but she wouldn’t be swayed. I was a typical moody teenager: mum hates me, the world hates me, well I’ll show her, I’ll show them, I’ll find someone to fight and make love to, you see if I don’t.
Sandy was a young wrestler at mum’s club. At the time she would have been 21 or 22. She had black hair, cut short in a pageboy style and beautiful, full, C cup breasts (mine were still forming at that stage and I was barely an A cup). As a fighter she was competent but not brilliant, she probably lost more fights than she won, and she was openly gay. When she wrestled, she did her best to turn her opponents on. One night I actually watched her make another woman, an older blonde called Angie, cum in the ring. She seemed an ideal first opponent for a rookie like me.
I’ll admit that I had a crush on Sandy, I thought she was incredibly sexy. I didn’t just want to fight her; I wanted to fuck her as well. But, like most teenage girls, I was shy and it took me ages to pluck up the courage to speak to her. When I finally did, one night at the club while mum was chatting to some of the other women, the conversation went something like this:
Me: “Sandy…um…I think you’re beautiful and a great wrestler…I love watching you fight.”
Sandy: “Why thank you Shannon, I do love fighting the girls here.”
Me: “Sandy…”
Sandy: “Yes, Shannon?”
Me: “Would you fight me?”
Sandy: “Of course I would, but you don’t fight, do you?”
Me: “Mum won’t let me. She says I have to be eighteen to fight here.”
Sandy: “Oh! That’s a bit harsh. I started fighting when I was sixteen. How old are you, Shannon?”
Me: “I was seventeen last month. I’m desperate to fight someone. I think it’s in my genes. I can’t wait another year. I need to fight someone now.”
Sandy: “Well, if your mum says ‘no’ we obviously can’t fight here, but maybe we can work something out. Leave it with me, I’ll give it some though and let you know when see you next month.”
I didn’t say I wanted to fuck her there and then but I later discovered that she’d been watching me and had decided she wanted to fuck me as well.
True to her word, as we changed back into our street clothes after the next NBFC meeting she took me to one side, pressed a piece of paper in my hand and said:
“Come round after college next Thursday, we can fight at my flat.”
If you’re looking forward to an account of some sexy teen stripping off her school uniform in an older woman’s living room then I’m sorry to disappoint you. At seventeen I was already something of an independent woman. I was a student at Buxton college. I had a small motorbike to get me there and back and, at mum’s insistence, a full set of motorcycle leathers.
On Thursday morning in late May I told mum I’d be staying later at college and would be home around 7:30. She was fine with that; I was involved in a couple of student clubs so it happened from time to time. What she didn’t know was that on this particular May evening I was looking to join a different sort of club.
I wanted to make an impression with Sandy so, after college finished, I went to the ladies to change before getting on the bike and heading down the A6. The girl who knocked on the door of Sandy’s ground floor flat in an old Victorian house in Chapel-en-le -Frith was wearing motorcycle leathers – and nothing else.
Sandy met me at the front door in a bathrobe and quickly ushered me into her living room. She closed the door behind us and, before I had a chance to do anything, knelt before me, allowing her robe to fall open exposing her naked body, and unzipped my leathers.
Whether she had anticipated my nakedness I can’t say but she murmured “sweet”, pushed the leather aside and began kissing and caressing my tiny tits. I gasped as my nipples went hard. Her right hand pulled the zip of my leathers down and slipped inside to caress my pussy. The sensation was electric. Before we got too carried away, I reminded myself why we were here. Cupping her chin in my hands I guided Sandy’s mouth away from my right nipple and gently tilted her face up to look at me.
“Are we fighting or fucking?” I asked.
“Both, I hope,” she replied, “which would you like to do first?”
“Let’s fight! It’ll make fucking nicer after I beat you.”
“You wish, you’ll be eating my pussy before you know it.”
With that she got to her feet and shrugged off her robe, revealing her shapely, tanned body. I took my boots off and slipped out of my leathers. She’d already moved the furniture back and put down a few mats for us to grapple on. The room wasn’t exactly large and, with the furniture pushed back, we probably had a space about 7 or 8 feet square to wrestle in. Not the amount of space you’d get in a ring but enough for a close quarters struggle.
I noticed she had a camcorder set up on a tripod in the corner of the room.
“Are you going to film us fighting?” I asked.
“Only if you want me to and only for us to watch.”
“Oh, yes please, I’d love to watch our fight with you.”
She walked over to the camcorder and switched it on. Then we stood on opposite corners of the mats she’d laid out; both slightly crouched with arms wide ready to grapple. Sandy laid out the rules:
“As this is your first fight we’ll make it a single fall, five count pin or submission. No biting, choking or gouging and no punches or ripping each other’s hair out. Okay? Are you ready?”
I nodded and she said: “Go!”
We stepped towards each other and locked up, shoulder and elbow, pro-style but for our nudity. For a few seconds we struggled for supremacy, breast to breast, nipple to nipple – God, she was even sexier than I had imagined. But then mum’s training kicked in, I hooked my right foot behind her left ankle and took us to the mat with me on top. She tried to twist out from under me and I quickly switched my hold to a side headlock, still lying on top of her, my pussy rubbing her thigh.
I wrapped my left arm around her throat. She tried it away but then snaked her own left hand down my body and stuck two fingers into my pussy. Shocked by the move I relaxed my hold and she rolled us both over, twisting her body as she did so, so that she ended on top of me, pinning me down with our hands interlocked.
We were definitely fighting now. She tried apply a grapevine but I got my left leg free, bought my knee up and drove it into her pussy. She groaned and I rolled us both over again. I was now on top, staring down at her and pinning her arms to the mat while my left knee pressed down on her pussy.
Panting for breath I counted: “One!...Two!...Three!...Fuck!”
Her right knee slammed into my cxnt, pushing me forward. I let go of her hands as my tits crashed into her face. Suddenly her arms were around me with her hot breath on my nipples as she squeezed my middle.
I tried to push up but she just squeezed harder, so I rolled us both sideways. Ending up with her on top but with my legs scissoring her waist. She released the hold on my middle and knelt up, trying to prise my legs apart as I did my best to squeeze her belly.
Unable to force my legs apart she reached down between my thighs with her right hand and grabbed hold of my clit. That was enough for me to loosen my grip and, before I knew it, she’d slipped her arms under my legs and folded me up, my ankles on her shoulders as she pressed down for the pin.
Now it was her turn to count: “One!...Two!... Whoa!”
I kicked out with all of my might and she flew backward, banging her head on the floor.
I sat up and stared at her prone form, legs apart and pussy towards me, mesmerised for a moment. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and started back at me. Without a word we both came to our knees and reached for each other, locking fingers in a trial of strength. Slowly, inexorably, we shuffled forwards until our bodies were pressed together. Pussy to pussy, breast to breast and, ultimately, lips to lips as I kissed her passionately. I was breathing hard, both from the physical exertion and the sexual urges I was feeling. My pussy was soaking and I could feel my juices, and perhaps hers as well, running down my legs. To my surprise she pulled her head back and whispered:
“Fighting first, fucking later.”
I smiled and nodded, momentarily relaxing. And a moment was all it took. She pushed forward, forcing my down on my back, my knees still bent and my heels under my bum. She pressed my hands to the mat and began counting again:
“One!...Two!...Three!...Four!...Nooo!”
In the nick of time, I managed to free my legs, wrap them around her waist and roll us to one side. For a moment I held her there, trapped between my thighs. But then she rolled us back again, coming to her knees and then her feet with me still dangling from her waist.
Unsure what she was planning to do next I decided to retreat, releasing my scissors and rolling backwards to come to my feet. I was just in time for her to grab me by the neck and stick my head between her thighs. She wrapped her arms around my waist and lifted my feet off the mats, staggering forward as she hoisted me, inverted, into the air.
Anticipating a body slam of some kind I flailed wildling and succeeded in toppling her backward. She landed on the mat with me on top of her, knocking the wind out of her. Before she had a chance to react, I got to my knees and straddled her, bum on her boobs and knees on her shoulders, pressing her down to the mat. She bucked frantically, trying to throw me off, and screamed:
“Get off me you little bitch!”
But it was no use. I was perfectly positioned for the pin. I bounced my bum on the pillows of her tits and giggled as I counted:
“One!...Two!...Three!...Four!...Five!...Yes! Pin to me!”
“Okay, Shannon,” She said, “well done, you win. That’ll teach me not to be over ambitious.”
I’d won my first fight, now it was time to claim my prize. I shuffled forward, releasing Sandy’s shoulders and grabbing a couple of handfuls of hair. I pulled her face close to my pussy and relished her hot breath on my labia.
“Lick my clit.” I commanded, and Sandy obliged, quickly bringing me to orgasm in what seemed like moment – my first time with another girl.
Still pinning her to the mat I swung around, pushing my bum into her face. Then I leaned forward as she spread her legs and returned the favour by licking her soaking pussy until she squealed her climax. She was already licking me again and I wasn’t long behind her.
We lay together for a few minutes in that sixty-nine position, me on top and her underneath, faces buried in each other’s crotches until Sandy murmured: “bedroom”
We got to our feet and Sandy turned the camcorder off. Then we retreated to her bed for a full-on fondling and feeling session. By 6 o’clock we were exhausted and lay on her bed in a state of bliss.
“Would you like to watch us fight?” She asked.
I nodded and she disappeared into the living room, returning seconds later with the camcorder, which she plugged into the AV port of the small TV at the foot of her bed. On the tiny screen we watched our struggle unfold in front of the watchful eye of Sandy’s camcorder.
By today’s standards it’s a pretty crap video we’re not always in shot and even when we are you can’t see much of the action but back then I was enthralled. I loved watching us in action and I’ll be honest; I still have a copy I occasionally watch today.
Needless to say, watching the video got us both turned on again and another round of lovemaking followed. By now it was starting to get late and I needed to be heading home.
At Sandy’s suggestion I grabbed a quick shower, reluctantly washing her scent off my body, before getting dressed under her watchful eye (this time I put my jeans, t-shirt, knickers and socks on under my leathers. Then I got on the bike and rode back to the farm, just in time for supper as I’d promised mum.
We fought (and made love) twice more at Sandy’s place and then, through the assistance of another club member, Kelly, Sandy secured the use of a school gym during the school summer holidays. There we could fight on mats without restrictions. I enjoyed the sensation of being able to throw another girl around and looked forward to doing it in the ring in the near future. Each fight became longer and more intense, sometimes I won and sometimes she did but every time the sex afterwards was as intense as the fight action.
Kelly was a slightly older girl, who acted as our referee at the school gym. She fought Sandy there a couple of times but refused to fight me:
“Because your mum wouldn’t like it.”
But she later admitted she’d told her aunt Mitzi, another club fighter and a friend of mum’s, about what we were up to. Whether Mitzi told mum what I was up to I’ll never know but, inevitably, she found out and, when she did, she was livid. We had our first proper fight at home and she certainly taught me a thing or two. Then, when I finally turned eighteen, she got me in the ring in front of all our friends and did it all over again.
In between times she challenged Sandy to a fight “to protect our family honour”. Well, you certainly showed her didn’t you mum? At least you would have done if she hadn’t trapped you in a choke hold while fingering you to orgasm. Way to go mum, fucked unconscious by your daughter’s girlfriend. It certainly gave me a thrill.
My first time in the ring was, as I’ve said, against mum. I can still recall her words to the ladies of the NBFC on that evening in March 2007.
“Ladies, a few days ago my darling daughter Shannon turned 18 and she is now eligible to fight with us here at the NBFC. I raised her to be a fighter and I think it’s only fair that she loses her fighting virginity to me so, unless there are any objections, I propose that our first fight this evening is between Shannon and myself.”
I caught Sandy’s eye and gave her an expression of WTF, she smiled back sweetly. Fighting virginity be damned, I’d been fighting for almost a year. I’ll show you mum!
But, of course, I didn’t. Like most teenagers I thought I knew it all but I knew nothing about ring craft and using the ropes and corner posts. Mum was also a lot more aggressive than Sandy and used power moves like body slams and clotheslines that I simply hadn’t experienced before. She punished me in front of the whole club, although only the three of us (and possibly Kelly and Mitzi) knew why.
For 15 minutes she made me her rag doll, throwing me around the ring, until I couldn’t take any more and was counted out – not the result I wanted from my first official fight.
As you can probably guess, my relationship with Sandy didn’t last too long. She had a thing going with Kelly and she wasn’t interested in spending her time hanging out with a teenager like me. I was soon off to Uni, where my eyes were opened even wider.
Mum and I have long since made up and I love her to bits. We fought once more at the NBFC, when I was 21, and I won. Since then, we have only ever stepped into the ring as tag team partners. Kelly moved south and went to fight at mum’s old club, CLAWS. Sandy is now in her late thirties and continues to fight with us at the NBFC and, from time to time, at her place (although she’s moved and has a bigger apartment now). I still beat her more often than she beats me. She remains one of my favourite opponents and is still my occasional lover.
I’ve attached a couple of photos to this story, one of me on Sandy at the end of our first fight and one of me in the ring in our barn more recently.
If you’d like to read more about Shannon Ryan’s exploits away from the farm, check out my story “My boyfriend’s cousin” in the catfight section.
Please remember to like my stories – it makes me feel wanted.
Love,
Ellen xxx
