Posted by Emma on 6/21/2003, 1:50 pm
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We lined up on either side of the large fighting room. Peter faced Mac in the first bout. Peter didn't waste any time but simply danced up and hit him with a combination. In less than a minute I lost count of the number of unanswered punches that sent Mac to the floor, unable to rise. Peter made no effort to follow up but merely looked at Michelle, who was holding the towel for her now helpless boyfriend. Michelle, stunned, quickly threw it in and rushed to tend to Mac "You ####ing bastard." she hissed at Peter over her shoulder. Elizabeth, Peter's second, had moved quietly to his side to deal with Michelle if necessary [Peter wouldn't have hit Michelle if she had attacked him]. As Michelle bent over the stricken Mac, Elizabeth jumped wildly on Peter, wrapping her slim, shapely legs around his waist and kissing him rapturously. Victoria and I joined her in offering our ecstatic, amorous congratulations. Personally, I find watching men fight a huge turn on. What a great start Peter had given us too. Elizabeth stepped lightly away from us and said to Michelle, in her soft voice "You want yours now, Sweetie ?" A great dislike had sprung up between these two in making the arrangements for these catfights. Elizabeth's normal urbanity and good humour had been punctured by Michelle's unnecessary trash talking and constant changes of mind as to what she wanted and indeed demands that everything had to be changed to suit her. Thus a catfight that should simply have been the ultimate, sexy contest between two proud and aggressive women had become charged with spite. Now with the destruction of Mac by Peter, it promised to be an absolute scorcher! After a minor delay to attend to Mac, now propped up against the wall, Michelle rose and stalked towards Elizabeth, eyes blazing, mouthing obscenities about what she was going to do to her. Elizabeth stood elegantly. Blonde, blue eyes, pale white skin. 5' 8" and 134 pounds of trim and shapely figure that I knew so well. I had had the pleasure of catfighting with Elizabeth many years before when we first met but I had never seen her catfight with somebody else before. She was poised, balanced and...feminine. Pale blue bikini setting off her 36C 24 36 figure and fair complexion to perfection [and showing her rock hard nipples clearly]. Hair cut to a sexy bob. Not bad for a 37 year old I thought. Her 20 year old opponent, Michelle, was physically similar to Stella [as indeed was Sharon, Michelle's 18 year old sister, who was to be Victoria's opponent]. Muscular and powerful, 5"9" and 168 solid pounds 40DD 29 39. Her wild, unruly dark brown hair, deep brown eyes, tanned skin and impossibly voluptuous figure in her black bikini [showing simply huge hard nipples through the filmy material] looked menancing and formidable, indeed almost invincible, beside Elizabeth's slender elegance. Michelle took up a boxing stance, moved forward and threw a left jab at Elizabeth, who moved out of the way. "So much for not having any training." I thought. Michelle continued to stalk Elizabeth, throwing [I realised with relief] somewhat ponderous left jabs but totally unable to develop an opening for her right. Elizabeth continued to circle easily out of the way while she took the measure of her powerful young opponent. "Cut her off, pin her in the corner." advised Stella, somewhat unhelpfully, as that was clearly what Michelle was unsuccessfully trying to do. I relaxed and thought "Michelle doesn't know much - she's probably just done some boxercise." Michelle threw her left jab again then awkwardly attempted to nail Elizabeth by jumping forward and throwing a huge lunging right at the same time. Elizabeth leaned back just out of reach then hit the off balance Michelle with no less than a five punch combination, starting with a left hook to the side of her head, straight right to the nose, left cross to the jaw, right and left deep into her stomach, dropping Michelle to the floor. As Michelle fell she pretty much landed at Elizabeth's feet and managed to catch one as she moved back, tipping her to the floor on her back. Incredibly, given the punches she'd taken, Michelle managed to follow through and straddle Elizabeth, lifting her right for a vicious downward punch. I gripped the towel I held for Elizabeth [she said she couldn't trust her husband Peter not to throw it too soon!] and wondered whether I should throw it in now. Not yet I decided - Elizabeth was capable of making the call if she wanted to and hadn't and she was by no means helpless. I watched in slow motion as Elizabeth, on her back with Michelle sexily astride her stomach but with both her hands still free, blocked the first downward punch, then the second one [both aimed at her breasts] and gripped both Michelle's wrists/hands and twisted them hard inwards. Michelle gave a gasp of pain as she rose slightly off Elizabeth. Who, with her back resting on the floor, was able to put all her strength most effectively into the hold. Michelle slid backwards until she was astride first Elizabeth's hips, then her thighs. They remained locked in this position for some time. Elizabeth's face turning red with exertion as she continued to put all her strength into gripping and twisting Michelle's wrists. Michelle of course pouring all of her strength into trying to break the hold. Michelle was clearly much stronger than Elizabeth but this was more than offset by the mechanical disadvantage of the hold she was in. Sweat poured off them both and they gasped for breath. The sight of their two splendid bodies locked together in this intimate, desperate struggle was incredibly erotic. The outcome of this catfight seemed to me to hang in the balance. If Michelle could free herself then the prospects for Elizabeth, with this powerful woman astride her, were dim. My breath grew quite short. In fact, I could hardly breathe. Michelle's magnificent body began to tremble and convulse and for a moment I thought Elizabeth might gain a submission from this position. Michelle tried to pull backwards further to break the hold, which was now clearly causing her considerable pain. Elizabeth seemed to tighten her grip and twist inwards even more strongly as she allowed her shoulders to be lifted from the floor by Michelle's incredible strength. Michelle's whole body was now quivering almost out of control, wracked by the pain and exertion. Michelle gave a final jerk to try to break free, but failed. Elizabeth then released Michelle's right wrist to grip her left with both hands, twisting it still more violently and yanking her sideways off balance, to Elizabeth's own left. Moving like lightning, Elizabeth slipped out from underneath, maintaining her hold on Michelle's arm as she forced her face towards the floor and straddled her from behind. Elizabeth continued to work the arm from this position. Michelle howled and was now sobbing heavily. Elizabeth relaxed the pressure slightly and gasped "Ready to submit to me yet, Sweetie?" Michelle replied "#### off b###h." and then howled again as Elizabeth wrenched her arm even more violently. After another ten minutes of this Michelle was clearly finished but stupidly refused to concede. Twice more Elizabeth had called on her to surrender and twice more she was coarsely rebuffed. After the second time Elizabeth panted "OK Sweetie, if thats the way you want it." Rising quickly to her feet, Elizabeth used her hold on Michelle's arm to pull her over onto her back, then releasing the hold dropped knees first onto Michelle's stomach and straddled her in one fluid movement. You could almost feel the "whoosh" of air out of Michelle. Elizabeth's small hard fists then smashed into Michelle's magnificent breasts. Two blows fell before a strangled cry of "Stop" was heard from Stella, throwing the towel and rushing forward. I moved in too, standing beside Elizabeth, facing Stella. Elizabeth, her fist already raised for a third breast punch, had stopped immediatelty, as I knew she would. Her beautiful chest heaved magnificently and her whole body was flushed and drenched with sweat as she sat astride the comprehensively beaten Michelle. The latter's ample, powerful body lay slack beneath her. Elizabeth quickly removed Michelle's black bikini, rose and chest still heaving wonderfully, sashayed sexily over to her adoring but speechless husband and presented him with her trophy, panting "Was that good for you too, Darling?" Emma