Posted by Emma on 6/24/2003, 6:25 am
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After celebrating her victory over Michelle with her husband Peter, Elizabeth approached me. I held her glorious, sweating body close to me as we kissed. "I love you Emma. I know you'll beat her. Good hunting Sweetie." She said as she passed on to carouse with Victoria and Roger. Peter immediately took her place, gripping me tightly in his strong arms and kissing me as if it were for the first time. "Ah, my other fighting hellcat. Shall we couple fight with them my feisty lady or do you think from the pallor of that craven youth that he hath lost his stomach for it?" he said. Stella's boyfriend was indeed looking somewhat frightened. "Oh Peter, don't make me laugh." I said "And don't humiliate that poor boy if he doesn't want to be a punching bag for you. Anyway, one sadist in the family is enough." It was his turn to laugh. "Yes she did do a number on Michelle, didn't she. Mistake to annoy Elizabeth like she did. Great catfight though, could have gone either way. Michelle was certainly tough, that combination Elizabeth hit her with would have put an elephant to sleep. She looked strong too - I really thought Elizabeth was gone when she straddled her. I was going to grab the towel off you." he concluded, shaking his head, still overcome by what he had seen. "Please be careful darling Emma. I know that's an absurd thing to say but you know what I mean." he continued "Yes, Peter I always know what you mean, my love." I breathed in his ear. Victoria embraced me vigorously, rubbing her breasts against mine playfully and kissing me greedily. "Like old times champ. This turkey is going down. You and Elizabeth and me together at last. Wow. What a team!" So Victoria! Her husband Roger stood apart a trifle awkwardly. I went up and put my hands round his neck and kissed him deeply for the first time ever. "Roger darling, do you realise you are my oldest supporter here today?" I said. He smiled and drawled "Daresay I am old girl but never managed to get you in the sack to celebrate one of your victories with me!" I kissed him again "You will tonight Roger darling, promise." I said. I felt good as I stood waiting to go into battle, warmed by the embraces of my friends and lovers, determined not to let them down. Although I have a strong submissive side that relishes defeat and humiliation, somehow I felt that wasn't called for today. I had to match Elizabeth's achievement and give a strong lead to Victoria, who had in many ways the hardest task of waiting in appalling suspense right until the very end for her bout. Michelle had been helped to the side of the room by her friends and was being propped up against the wall next to Mac. I wondered if Stella would back out of our bout after what had happened to Michelle. Then again, I thought Michelle had come very close to winning, it certainly hadn't looked like a total mismatch. Against our greater experience their greater strength and youth may well prevail, I thought, suppressing a submissive daydream. No. I must win this bout for my friends. Doubts about Stella's desire to fight were dispelled as she approached Elizabeth, breathing heavily "If I beat Emma I want to fight you after Sharon and Victoria's fight. That'll be fair, we'll both have had one fight before it." "Yes Sweetie, that's fair, if you beat Emma, I promise I'll fight you afterwards." said Elizabeth, for once not teasing or mocking, obviously as impressed as I was by Stella's reasonable and earnest tone and loyalty to her friend. Stella looked at Peter "Craig doesn't want to fight you now Peter, he want's to back out, will you let him?" Peter looked at her with the same respect that I felt "Of course" he said "Nobody has to fight here today if they don't want to. We all agreed on that. I didn't want to fight him anyway, or Mac for that matter. It was Michelle's idea that my wayward wife agreed to without consulting me." he finished with a smile, ostentatiously giving Elizabeth a smack on the bottom. Stella's face broke into a beautiful smile "Thank you." she said quietly before turning away. "I won't hurt this lovely girl any more than I have to to win" I thought as we took our places on the mat. Stella in her hot pink bikini looked even more powerful than in her teeshirt and jeans. She was 5' 8 1/2" 160 pounds, 38C 28 38 with long, loose blond hair and brown eyes. Her whole body was incredibly well built and muscular. Her legs looked not just fantastic but very strong. Her breath was coming quickly and her nipples were obviously as hard and erect as mine. She was well and truly up for this catfight! Compared to her I was the same height at 5' 8 1/2" but only 130 pounds and 36C 23 36 on a good day. My eyes are green like a cats and my hair brown. I wore my favourite dark green bikini which felt good against my hard nipples and suits my lightly tanned skin. She came at me in a rush, throwing a flurry of punches. I defended and backed up, waiting for the onslaught to subside. It didn't! She had tremendous stamina and was clearly determined to overwhelm my defence by sheer weight of punches. She could not penetrate my guard, however my arms and hands were getting very sore! She was a much better coordinated fighter in terms of boxing skills than Michelle I realised. But finally after six or seven minutes of this the pace slackened, as it had to. She was blowing heavily, nearly punched out. Still she tried to attack. I ripped a left side kick into her stomach. That seemed to stun her more than anything - her stomach was flat and hard, no doubt a testimony to many hours in the gym - but her attack stopped altogether. I threw some punches as a feint which she blocked but she didn't see my right sweep kick coming which buckled her knee from behind and sent her down on her back. I dived my body across hers and landed a chop across her throat. I straddled her. She was finished, as I knew she would be, she could hardly breathe. I resisted the temptation to punch her beautiful breasts, instead just gripping them firmly in my hands. They felt fabulous! "Submit?" I demanded. She couldn't speak, just a painful gurgle came out. "Tap the floor!" I ordered. She did so, watching me steadily, despite her difficult breathing. In a strange way I knew she trusted me not to hurt her anymore now that she was helpless. I often find that I bond with the other girl in a catfight. I settled full length on top of her. She felt gorgeous! Despite their insistence on "No lezzo stuff" I couldn't resist brushing her gently on the lips as I unfastened her bikini top. She lifted her shoulders off the floor to make it easier for me to strip her. I gently removed her bikini bottom and stroked her legs lightly as I did so. We were alone in the middle of the floor. I took both her hands in mine and helped her to stand. I placed my hands on her waist and pulled her close, kissing her lightly on the lips. To my surprise, she opened her lips and responded. I could feel a tremble of desire running through her. I broke away quickly, so as not to give her away to her friends, and said, loud enough for everyone to hear "Thank you for a lovely catfight darling. You're very good. I want to challenge you to a wrestle in the next round - I think you might turn the tables on me ." She smiled, nodded and still unable to speak, kissed me quickly on the lips. The room was absolutely silent as she returned to her friends. I was glad that I had not had to hurt her badly, her throat might hurt a bit but I knew it would be fine and she would recover quickly. We had had our sexy contest and I think both enjoyed it. She would learn a lot from it too. I could well believe her technique had brought her many victories but it wouldn't work against someone who knew how to fight. Most of all I think she had learned something about her own sexuality. I picked up her hot pink bikini and sauntered over to Peter, feeling on top of the world, draping my trophy round his neck as I kissed him. "From your other fighting hellcat, Peter darling." I said. "Oh Emma, how can one man be so lucky as to have such a brace of fighting hellcats?" he asked. "A well matched pair?" I breathed as I settled my face into his chest. "Too well matched." he murmered into my hair. Elizabeth smiled at me as she embraced me "Isn't it wonderful to be catfighting again, Sweetie? Why oh why did we wait so long?" she said. "We didn't wait darling we just ran out of opponents. You're too rough with them." I teased. She giggled and pouted "Teach her to slag me off." "Quite" I replied "Lets hope you haven't scared her off altogether though. I wouldn't mind a bout with Michelle sometime." I kissed her and playfully bit her tongue. Emma